Title: (tenative) Optimal Balance
Author: Lazuli
Rating: PG-13
Pairing Hisoka/Tsuzuki
Genre: angst/romance/?
Chapter: Prolouge/?
Okay, this is not my first fanfiction, but it is my first Yami no Matsuei fanfic. *rubs head* This started out as a "basic idea" and then "random part"... That random part is currently 100 handwritten pages, and I'm still editing and can see the poor thing growing as I type it up. The prolouge is very tenative, not sure how it's going to be received or how it flows, but I hope that it peaks enough of an interest...
Without further wait...
Optimal Balance
By Lazuli
I make no claim to own Yami no Matsuei, any of its characters or the story line. This particular fanfiction is my own random thoughts. There are spoilers for the end of the series, several manga references and random information. This is probably a really random story, just came up with it one day as I was writing down possible ideas for the series. I hope you enjoy it and that there is more of a plot than I initially have on paper. The prologue is extremely short, but the rest of the story makes up for it. ^^;; Enjoy!
Prologue
The late afternoon sunlight streamed into the windows of the small café, and Tsuzuki blinked to see that so much time had passed unnoticed. He sill had a piece of pie in front of him, uneaten. So unlike me... but things aren't exactly normal right now. He poked at the desert, sighing softly. He couldn't find any pleasure in his favorite sweet, his mind was too far away, too distracted by the most recent events in his life, by the fact that he shouldn't be eating by himself. That there should be someone sitting across from him, berating him for wasting money on another piece of pie.
His partner was missing—no one could find him anywhere in Meifu, so Tsuzuki was in Chijou, taking the time to search for Hisoka when he had the chance, not caring if Tatsumi or Konoe would berate him later. He needed to find him, it was more important than anything he did before. Perhaps that's why they were letting him go off of an assignment to find him. Most of them simply assumed that Hisoka had moved on, ascended since the reason for his revenge was dead now. The reason why he became a shinigami was completed.
Tsuzuki knew that Hisoka wouldn't have left without saying anything, though. To him at least, if not the rest of the office members that he spent the last three years working with. He could have simply gone straight to Enma Dai Oh, but when Konoe conferred on that, Enma insisted that he didn't pass on, the Earl said that his candle that represented his 'life' as a shinigami still lit. So he was around somewhere, but no one knew where. So Tsuzuki was trying one last avenue, one that seemed impossible and almost ludicrous, but it was their last chance.
He was about to go out and search for Hisoka at some of the more common places that he may have been drawn to if he was still alive—he was leaving Hisoka's home as a last resort—when the bells over the door jangled again. Tsuzuki's head snapped up in astonishment when he felt the unmistakable aura of his partner enter the café.
It's impossible... He thought in shock, as he looked at the familiar profile, still in the forever sixteen-year-old body walk in, eyes sullen as he tried to brush aside the crowd of girls that clustered around him. He was dressed in one of the local school's uniforms, looking as if he had every right to be in it, as if it were normal...as if he belonged in that crowd.
What on earth happened to Hisoka? He shook his head, trying to clear away the look on his face before Hisoka noticed, felt his emotions and were hurt by them. He looked over at the crowd again, and striking green eyes met his, confused. They looked at him as if the younger boy didn't recognize Tsuzuki at all, and he wondered just what happened to his partner.
Hisoka winced suddenly, as if the pressure of Tsuzuki's emotions hurt him, and he mentally berated himself for letting his shields slip around him. He had gotten used to not having shields up when Hisoka was not around, but it had become almost second nature to put them up again whenever Hisoka was in sensing range of him.
Hisoka's eyes widened in shock at the sudden lack of the unknown, confusing emotions coming from the stranger, but before he could get up and question him as to how he did that, how he could have even known about his carefully guarded secret, he was besieged on all sides by the girls that dragged him to the café in the first place. He hadn't wanted to come in the first place, the emotions from all the silly girls was usually a strain on him, he didn't like being touched by them, but it was necessary in his own mind to maintain appearances. He was making a new life for himself, away from his parents and all their strict rules.
He continued to watch the strange man with the unusual colored eyes, the weird aura that surrounded him—it wasn't anything he ever felt before and he wanted to investigate further. This man drew him...his empathy—presenting a puzzle to his psyche that asked to be solved. The older man threw him another speculative look before shaking his head, frowning a little as he almost came closer, but seemed to come to another conclusion in his mind as he hurriedly paid for his uneaten desert and left the shop. He wondered if he would see him again.
Author: Lazuli
Rating: PG-13
Pairing Hisoka/Tsuzuki
Genre: angst/romance/?
Chapter: Prolouge/?
Okay, this is not my first fanfiction, but it is my first Yami no Matsuei fanfic. *rubs head* This started out as a "basic idea" and then "random part"... That random part is currently 100 handwritten pages, and I'm still editing and can see the poor thing growing as I type it up. The prolouge is very tenative, not sure how it's going to be received or how it flows, but I hope that it peaks enough of an interest...
Without further wait...
Optimal Balance
By Lazuli
I make no claim to own Yami no Matsuei, any of its characters or the story line. This particular fanfiction is my own random thoughts. There are spoilers for the end of the series, several manga references and random information. This is probably a really random story, just came up with it one day as I was writing down possible ideas for the series. I hope you enjoy it and that there is more of a plot than I initially have on paper. The prologue is extremely short, but the rest of the story makes up for it. ^^;; Enjoy!
Prologue
The late afternoon sunlight streamed into the windows of the small café, and Tsuzuki blinked to see that so much time had passed unnoticed. He sill had a piece of pie in front of him, uneaten. So unlike me... but things aren't exactly normal right now. He poked at the desert, sighing softly. He couldn't find any pleasure in his favorite sweet, his mind was too far away, too distracted by the most recent events in his life, by the fact that he shouldn't be eating by himself. That there should be someone sitting across from him, berating him for wasting money on another piece of pie.
His partner was missing—no one could find him anywhere in Meifu, so Tsuzuki was in Chijou, taking the time to search for Hisoka when he had the chance, not caring if Tatsumi or Konoe would berate him later. He needed to find him, it was more important than anything he did before. Perhaps that's why they were letting him go off of an assignment to find him. Most of them simply assumed that Hisoka had moved on, ascended since the reason for his revenge was dead now. The reason why he became a shinigami was completed.
Tsuzuki knew that Hisoka wouldn't have left without saying anything, though. To him at least, if not the rest of the office members that he spent the last three years working with. He could have simply gone straight to Enma Dai Oh, but when Konoe conferred on that, Enma insisted that he didn't pass on, the Earl said that his candle that represented his 'life' as a shinigami still lit. So he was around somewhere, but no one knew where. So Tsuzuki was trying one last avenue, one that seemed impossible and almost ludicrous, but it was their last chance.
He was about to go out and search for Hisoka at some of the more common places that he may have been drawn to if he was still alive—he was leaving Hisoka's home as a last resort—when the bells over the door jangled again. Tsuzuki's head snapped up in astonishment when he felt the unmistakable aura of his partner enter the café.
It's impossible... He thought in shock, as he looked at the familiar profile, still in the forever sixteen-year-old body walk in, eyes sullen as he tried to brush aside the crowd of girls that clustered around him. He was dressed in one of the local school's uniforms, looking as if he had every right to be in it, as if it were normal...as if he belonged in that crowd.
What on earth happened to Hisoka? He shook his head, trying to clear away the look on his face before Hisoka noticed, felt his emotions and were hurt by them. He looked over at the crowd again, and striking green eyes met his, confused. They looked at him as if the younger boy didn't recognize Tsuzuki at all, and he wondered just what happened to his partner.
Hisoka winced suddenly, as if the pressure of Tsuzuki's emotions hurt him, and he mentally berated himself for letting his shields slip around him. He had gotten used to not having shields up when Hisoka was not around, but it had become almost second nature to put them up again whenever Hisoka was in sensing range of him.
Hisoka's eyes widened in shock at the sudden lack of the unknown, confusing emotions coming from the stranger, but before he could get up and question him as to how he did that, how he could have even known about his carefully guarded secret, he was besieged on all sides by the girls that dragged him to the café in the first place. He hadn't wanted to come in the first place, the emotions from all the silly girls was usually a strain on him, he didn't like being touched by them, but it was necessary in his own mind to maintain appearances. He was making a new life for himself, away from his parents and all their strict rules.
He continued to watch the strange man with the unusual colored eyes, the weird aura that surrounded him—it wasn't anything he ever felt before and he wanted to investigate further. This man drew him...his empathy—presenting a puzzle to his psyche that asked to be solved. The older man threw him another speculative look before shaking his head, frowning a little as he almost came closer, but seemed to come to another conclusion in his mind as he hurriedly paid for his uneaten desert and left the shop. He wondered if he would see him again.