I really shouldn't have to say this, but I don't own Yami no Matsuei, at all. If I did, the show wouldn't have ended like it did and Tsuzuki and Hisoka would've gotten together. So, onto the story!
It felt all wrong. Things weren't the way they should be. It was all wrong for him to be sitting alone in the office they had shared, going through paperwork. The last part wasn't so odd, as his partner had always found some way out of his paperwork, either with some excuse or whining about having to do it. He should've have been there, whining about his paperwork and sneaking treats when no one was looking. The office shouldn't have been empty, devoid of his former partner's presence. But, it would forever be devoid of the brunette's presence. All because that white-haired bastard had taken his partner.
Something had happened between the two of them when Muraki had taken him. By the time they had all gotten to the building, it had been burning fiercely. Watari had had to hold him back to keep him from entering the flames in the hopes of saving Tsuzuki. Even if his essence would have burned away, at least he would've died knowing that he tried to save Tsuzuki, that they would perish together. But, now, he was left to live alone, separate from the one who should have been here. Tsuzuki had killed Muraki and then proceeded to kill himself. It was a known fact, though there were few that were privy to that knowledge. No one quite knew why, but they knew how.
Without his amethyst-eyed partner, the world seemed duller, the house they shared cold and silent. Living in that house the had shared, he was forced to live with the memories it held, though he refused to move away because of those memories, the only things he had left to remember Tsuzuki by. The nights they spent curled up on the couch in each other's arms, the times he woke to find himself in Tsuzuki's arms after a nightmare of Muraki. It was hard living with those memories, knowing that the person he had loved most in the world had died, that he hadn't been able to save him from himself, but it was impossible to imagine life without them. There were times that he thought on what it would've been like if he had never fallen for the brunette, if they had remained as they should have, as partners. It never worked. Tsuzuki had become his life.
It had come to be common to find that the blond had left work early these days. A word was never said. They all knew of the relationship the two had shared, how the empathy was feeling. It was hard to recover from such an event, more so for the boy that had been so closed off when he'd first come to them. Tsuzuki had been the one to open him up, the first one to get him to smile. No one else could get the boy to smile like Tsuzuki did. There was something between them, a bond that bound them together whether they liked it or not.
The blond was like a broken doll now that Tsuzuki was gone. His movements were jerky, words hardly left his mouth. It hurt his co-workers deeply, but they all knew that the hole in the youth's heart would never heal, not now that Tsuzuki was gone. He'd taught the blond how to actually act like a teen, to live, laugh, to feel, but he'd taken the very thing he'd taught the blond with him the moment he'd died.
Alright, this is more of a prologue than anything and will probably be edited later. I wanted to get this out before I lost the idea. So, tune in next time for the events behind Tsuzuki's death!