His fingers drummed on the table beside the paperwork he was supposed to complete. His legs jiggled under his table. Beads of cold sweat slid down his forehead. Got to have it… I've got to have it…
Tsuzuki stood up abruptly, causing his chair to fall over with a crash. Hisoka looked up from his paperwork. "What is the matter, Tsuzuki?" he asked, but Tsuzuki wasn't listening. He grabbed his coat and strode out the door, ignoring the threats from Tatsumi.
It was a beautiful day, but Tsuzuki hardly felt the warmth of the sun and the cool wind that blew around him. His whole mind was focused on one thing: sweets. Got to have it… Must have it… Must have SWEETS!
He broke into a run, dodging and avoiding lamp posts and pedestrians as he crossed the road. He had gone two hours without cramming his mouth with sweets. Not even a single piece of chocolate or gummy bear. It was amazing that he managed to survive after that long period. But not for long. Tsuzuki was on the brink of crackup. Even the word 'sweet' drove him crazy.
He finally reached Cinnabon and bolted in. Panting and gasping for air, he ordered five cinnamon buns and hopped from one foot to another as he waited. The counter girl surveyed him with interest. Hmm… Not bad… But what's with the bloodshot eyes?
She packed five warm cinnamon buns fresh from the oven into a paper bag. "XXXX yen, please." She held out her hand for the money.
Tsuzuki, however, reached out and grabbed the paper bag and ran out the door. The cashier's screams grew fainter as he ran faster and faster.
He stopped at a park and sat down on a bench. "I'll just have one, and then I'll give the rest to the people at the office." He took out a cinnamon bun and wolfed it down. He finished it in less than ten seconds. "That should be enough," he told himself.
After a few seconds, his hand inched towards the paper bag. The intoxicating smell of cinnamon overpowered him. With a war cry, he dove into the paper bag in a mad frenzy and ate all the buns. Soon, the paper bag was merely shreds of brown paper.
But was Tsuzuki contented with just five cinnamon buns?
"No!" he cried. "Not enough! Never enough!" He was practically foaming at the mouth as he took off to steal… ahem… buy more sweets.
At the end of the day, Tsuzuki returned to the office (which was almost empty; most of the staff had went home) feeling very contented. He had attacked the Patisserie Opera, Orion's Bakery and Zeyhan's. Tatsumi, of course, gave him a very severe lecture and docked his salary (Which was already very low), but Tsuzuki did not care. He could always repeat the routine when his inner demon resurfaced.
When Tsuzuki returned to his apartment at night, Hisoka was seated at the table, looking very cross. "Why are you late, and where in Heaven's name did you go to this afternoon?" he snapped. This time, Hisoka gave him another lecture, but Tsuzuki was caught up in his fantasies of sweets. His stomach rumbled. Come to think of it, it has been a while after his binge of sweets.
Hisoka strode over to the refrigerator. He took out a chocolate bar. "I was planning to give this to you if you were good," he said. "But it looks like I'll have to give this to the neighbours' child instead." Hisoka had made a huge mistake by turning his back on a deranged Tsuzuki who went mad at the sight of the chocolate bar. Soon, screams were heard coming from their apartment, causing the neighbours to wake up and complain.
"Kids these days are getting really rowdy aren't they, dear?" an old woman said to her partner in their bed.
"Mark my words, nothing good ever comes from activities like that!"
-OWARI!-
My second fic! Thank you to the people who reviewed my first fic, 'My Secret Admirer'. I appreciate your wonderful comments, they really made my day.