Wooh, Wooh, update time!!!! Ok ,to say honestly, I was so happy that I had FINALLY FINISHED this chapter that I just couldnt keep it all to myself and decided to post it instead :P (it never seemed to be quite right, and now its a bit more right than it was before:D)
Ok updates currently:
1) The damn V-day is coming and Im intending to spend it appropriately
2) I have to patricipate in V-day party organization and I have yet no ideas in mind!
3) I have a oneshot fot the V-day which I still have to finish and because of which I will not probably be capable of thinking up anything for the V-day party.
4) - I need help - any ideas about V-day - please ! I mean really I gotta entertain like 200 peeps and I cant come up with an appropriate character! Soh my question to You is - What would you do if you were a vice squad trying to capture a seductress and a horny caveman and persuae them to stop making the bloody kids!
Thankyou for Your kind cooperation,
Yours truly,
Morality
-"You were saying, Mr Tsuzuki?" Murakis voice was strained. Obviously he didn't like where it was going either."
-"I'm trying I'm trying…" Tsuzuki stated through gritted teeth, holding on Muraki tight, furrowing his brow in contemplation. He tried and concentrated to no avail. Their feet didn't even leave the ground. "I can't."
-"What? What do you mean you can't?" Muraki snapped looking over his shoulder annoyed.
-"I can't, you're too heavy." Tsuzuki squeaked looking at the doctor apologetically with his big puppy eyes. If the situation was different, the brunette might have ended up in doctors clutches. However now they were trapped.
Tsuzuki took a step back and Muraki couldn't help but notice that the guardian was conveniently using him as a shield, yet again.
-"Tsuzuki san, may I ask why exactly you are hiding behind me?" Muraki asked tentatively.
-"Whadya mean? Well, you're. . bigger than me, maybe it'll eat you first, oh, and you're scary too." Murakis expression was incredible.
-"What did you say?" He looked at Tsuzuki like some new, extremely disturbing monad.
-"I said you were big and scary." Tsuzuki stated matter-of-factly.
-"I might be dangerous, but by no means am I scary." Muraki axed.
-"Oh yes you are, have you seen yourself in the mirror?" Tsuzuki couldn't help but tease against his better judgement. Murakis eyes narrowed into two, hatred-filled slits and Tsuzuki was pondering what was scarier, the doctor or the spider and why couldn't he have held his big mouth shut.
-"Muraki, stop it will you?! We have other problems, like big, hairy and hungry!" Tsuzuki whimpered and inched back.
-"I am NOT scary." Muraki insisted, backing the shinigami up, fairly ignoring the eight –legged critter.
-"This is childish, Muraki!" Tsuzuki tried reasoning and backing away until a heel of his shoe struck the edge of the stone floor tile. The guardian gasped abruptly, startled by the abrupt contact. Both men felt the flooring tilt steadily, as the opposite end of the tile slowly begun to rise, obscuring the spider from the view. The rotation gained speed and the base beneath their feet slipped away, until it upended and spun like a swing door, taking both men with it.
-"Ya!" Tsuzuki hit his head on the edge of the immobile part of the flooring and passed out. Muraki reacted soon enough, not being sure of the reasons of the guardians' sudden loss of consciousness. He caught him being ready for the impact of whatever that laid beneath the tile only to realize that he wasn't falling at all. Somehow, the gravity of the swinging tile kept him glued to the surface. Like if the world had somersaulted. He looked at the drastically changed environment – instead of a cave, they were in a green forest and bright rays of sun were shining through the green trunks. Unnoticed by the doctor, the green sprouts of grass started budding from the formerly smooth patch of stone tile to match the environment they were in.
-"Tsuzuki san?" Muraki asked tentatively, trying to clear the spinning dizziness from his head. He shook the guardian's limp form, becoming quite distressed. No answer. Tsuzuki might as well have been one of his dolls. That didn't sit well with the doctor, with Tsuzuki he was always used to having a response, so he gently laid the non-responding body on the ground and felt Tsuzukis head, for any injury. He winced when he felt the wetness on brunettes' nape.
The man pulled the hand back to see blood. Muraki was transfixed by the sight of immortal blood staining his palm, the same as all those months ago, before he had inherited the same thing which put him where he was now. Salvia gathered in his mouth and he brought the hand to his face and smelt the substance, it was inviting him to take a taste, an invitation he was unlikely to decline. Fuelled by the blessing taste of his Tsuzuki, he started examining the amount of harm done. Muraki positioned Tsuzukis head on the side so the back of his scull could regenerate without hindrance, then he pulled one eyelid open gently, relishing in the feel of silky lashes tickling his skin. He checked the other eye tying to deduct whether or not his lovely was regaining consciousness. Instead he ended up gazing into a dilated purple iris, void of any emotion or life.
Muraki couldn't help but be pulled into the deep purple gates of the lonesome soul which held such pain and anger at times it took his breath away. The white man leant in slowly; regarding the guardians face in close-up – flawless, supple skin, finely sculpted features – he kissed the rigid lips, sliding his tongue between the warm, soft folds. Muraki was taking the opportunity which he knew Tsuzuki would clearly deny him as long as he had a chance. He pulled the brunettes mouth wider open and slithered his tongue inside the wet cavern, tasting what shouldn't have existed. The fact that there was nothing Tsuzuki could do to stop him made it all the sweeter.
Suddenly a hand shot out of nowhere and locked itself on his throat, giving his windpipe a nice squeeze. Murakis eyes narrowed to slits, he pulled back snarling. The choking hand fell to the side limply. The doctor chuckled to himself, even in his unconscious state, guardians body reacted on instinct, and its first reaction to him was offence. Funnily enough the brunette usually restrained himself when he was awake. This gave the doctor a completely new angle of perception, he looked in awe when he saw the guardians body give a little twitch, the previously inert iris came to focus rapidly and the eye blinked. Tsuzukis body jerked and the guardian pulled away.
-"Your abilities don't cease to amaze me." The doctor stated, rubbing his neck, observing the disoriented guardian regain his senses.
-"What happened?" Tsuzuki rolled his eyes behind the lids. "My head chimes." He rubbed his nape
-"We. . . there was a trap door in the floor." Muraki tried explaining, while the guardian was making sure all of his body functions were intact. Cerebral activity restored slower even in his body. Getting in a safe distance from the doctor and taking a look around, he finally stated. "It's ridiculous."
-"It was a hidden door." Muraki repeated noticing that the odd coincidence had solved their arachnid problem.
-"Phew, thank goodness we lost that spider. We lost it, didn't we?" The man nodded in reply and Tsuzuki emitted a relieved sigh. "But where are we? Looks like a bamboo grove, but somehow greener, and leafier." Muraki stood up and pulled Tsuzuki with him.
-"I daresay it almost looks like grass." Muraki stated and brushed his trousers off, scoffing at the green blotches on the fabric that were such a mess to get out if he ever had a chance.
-"I feel like a dwarf. If only we could ask somebody where we are." Tsuzuki stated wistfully. "Muraki, do you feel it?" The guardian stiffened suddenly, watching all around, being alert.
-"Feel what?" Muraki asked, pulling back from examining moss in the particular scale they were in. The guardian kept looking around anxiously and Muraki started to feel unnerved, soon he felt it too, the fine tremor shaking the ground beneath them and getting stronger, like if it was an earthquake or giant footsteps. A shadow passed the patch of the lawn they had been in like a bird of prey, it was getting bigger and bigger, until Tsuzuki was tugging doctors arm to pull him away.
-"Muraki, it's no time to get off by blockbuster sights!" He grumbled, and sure enough, the shadow took shape and form, and in the end they realised it was a giant shoe sole, approaching them in what seemed to be slow motion of a meteorite that had once wiped the dinosaurs off the face of Earth.
-"A shoe?" Muraki looked appreciatively, quirking his brow. "Speaking of big and scary, Mr Tsuzuki."
-"C'mon!" Tsuzuki was the one pulling him away from the sight. "Sheesh, you can act so childish, how you'd survived all this time is beyond me, come on, we're gonna get squished there!» Tsuzuki ranted as he pulled the transfixed doctor away from the sight. They were walking for some time, occasionally feeling slighter or stronger tremors until they reached a little clearing where a mushroom stood, upon which . . .
-"Oriya?" Muraki was the one to speak, when he turned his attention to the samurai, perched upon a mushroom, sitting in a Buddha pose, smoking his pipe. The man didn't spare them a glimpse and continued watching the distance, unperturbed by occasionally quaking ground. "Oriya, what are you doing here?"
-"You know each other?" Tsuzuki exclaimed looking at Muraki appreciatively.
-"Who are you?" Suddenly sounded from the top of the mushroom. Both men turned at the man sitting on top of fungi regally like on the throne.
Muraki blinked. "Now what has you so upset that you fail to acknowledge me?" He snapped.
Pause.
The said Oriya took the pipe into his mouth again and continued sucking on it, puffing rings of smoke into the air. "Who are you?" The man repeated, blowing a cloud of smoke into the air, not particularly interested in examining the two newcomers.
Muraki actually closed his eyes and contemplated of a moment, brushing his hair back. He cleared his throat.
-"My name is Tsuzuki Asato." Tsuzuki stated politely, interrupting whatever Muraki was about to say. "Pleased to meet you Mr Oriya." He waved a hand.
-"Say a tongue twister." Oriya said in the same haughty tone.
-"Huh?" Tsuzuki looked at the man as if seeing him for the first time. "Muraki? I never thought I'd say that, but your friend is even weirder than you are." The man in white (with several grass stains) rubbed the bridge of his nose.
-"What are you doing here Oriya?" Muraki sighed.
-"Some odd flower gave me directions and I ended up sitting here, glued to this mushroom, unless I made someone say a tongue twister." Muraki broke in series of loud cackles.
-"Really Oriya, taking directions from a piece of vegetation." Oriya rolled his eyes and sighed.
-"Are you going to say a tongue twister or not?" The man snapped impatiently. "After all the times I've cleaned after you, I suppose I could count on some kind of help."
-"Hah, after you treated me in such impolite manner?" Muraki asked in a mock insulted tone. Apparently the man was obsessed by his person.
-"Um, why did you ask the flower?" Tsuzuki asked politely again, trying to steer the conversation into more informative grounds.
-"Because it spoke to me." Oriya replied briskly. "As for, acknowledging your highness, Muraki, I couldn't see quite well, over the edge of this damn mushroom."
-"Um, excuse me, but could we try getting out of here, instead of dealing with personal issues, we're about to be stepped on after all." Tsuzuki appealed to common sense once again, which he was finding more and more uncommon for himself, but, since he was stuck with a psycho and his, khem, friend, in a very odd place, he decided that there were some drastic changes happening to his personality. All he hoped for was that he would find some of his friends along the way. No matter how selfish that sounded.
In the meanwhile, Muraki and Oriya had managed getting deeper into an argument seemingly concerning very tender, very personal issues, on which Tsuzuki didn't want to dwell.
-"Khem . . . I mean AHEM!" Tsuzuki insisted.
-"Need a cough drop?" Muraki offered politely.
-"No thanks." Tsuzuki gulped a couple of times to get the soreness out of his throat. "Mr Oriya, so why don't we say that tongue thingy and get you off?"
-"A tongue twister, Mr Tsuzuki. You know an expression that is difficult to articulate clearly." Muraki smiled at him sunnily.
-"Yeah, right, what he said. So how does this go again?"
-"Let's see." Muraki made an expression which indicated that he was going through his mind files in search of something very old and dusty. "Oh, yes! Rubber baby buggy bumper." Nothing happened and Oriya glanced at Tsuzuki meaningfully who instead looked at the doctor with a mild expression of amusement. Actually he was fighting hard to restrain giggles, which made him appear being caught in a fit of malaria fever.
-"Now you." Oriya ordered Tsuzuki.
-"What? Wasn't giving my initiative not enough?" Tsuzuki jumped.
-"Apparently, Mr Tsuzuki. It was not." Muraki stated being so glad he could observe his target of adoration do something reasonably silly.
-"Oh well, ok, lessee. Three switch witches watch Swatch watches which switch witch watches which Swatch watch." The brunette finished with a little blush.
-"Aww, how precious, you even didn't stutter." Muraki cooed adoringly and pinched Tsuzukis cheek. Who in turn yelped and swatted the man off.
-"One side will make you bigger, the other one – smaller." Oriya declared, when he jumped off of the mushroom.
-"What?" Tsuzuki blinked.
-"The mushroom." Oriya replied and pointed at the fungi for emphasis. Muraki looked at his friend with a generous amount of curiosity.
-"But how can you tell the sides of a mushroom, its round!" Tsuzuki objected.
-"Did the talking flower tell you that too?" The doctor couldn't help but jibe. Oriya shrugged.
-"I don't particularly care whether or not you believe me; anyway, it was about it to get me out of here."
-"What?" Tsuzuki whipped about to ask the swordsman more, but he was gone already. "He's gone! How did he know how to get out?" he exclaimed and looked at Muraki for answers. The doctor only shrugged. "This is so not fair." The brunette huffed.
-"Why don't you try it first?" Tsuzuki suggested, looking at the mushroom with a good share of distrust.
-"Me? You're the one with supernatural restorative abilities here." Muraki objected, eyeing the fungi with the same doubts.
-"Yeah, but you're the one who can ingest tons of poisons and not be affected by it. I still can get pretty bad gastric dysfunction, you know." Tsuzuki explained.
-"Hmm yes, the effect might wary from mild hallucinations to lethal outcome." Muraki rubbed his chin.
-"Well, I'm not eating it." Tsuzuki declared.
-"Tch, you weren't nearly as abstemious before, which, in fact, put us into this inconvenient position, what changed your mind now?"
-"Cookies are different." Tsuzuki protested. "They're not supposed to be poisonous." He flailed his hands, "and, I'm not particularly fond of consuming raw fungi. And this one looks like a toadstool"
-"As much as I know, we can trust Oriya." Muraki pondered. "Still, I cannot consume it." Tsuzuki gave him a speculating look.
-"Oh yeah, and why would that be?" Tsuzuki looked unconvinced.
-"Well, you see .. "The man trailed off trying to find the right words to describe what was to come next. "I have a certain . . . problem regarding mushrooms."
-"Yeeees." Brunette pushed further seeing the doctors unease with the particular topic.
-"I'm allergic." Muraki quirked his nose.
-"No way, you, allergic to mushrooms?" The guardians face lit up like he'd won in a lottery.
-"Yes, I am. Therefore I cannot consume it, but since whatever you eat affects us both, It shouldn't be much of a trouble."
-"Hey, that's not entirely proven." Tsuzuki objected. Muraki grimaced being fairly annoyed.
-"Well, let it be my loss then." The doctor said curtly.
-"Well . . . ok." Tsuzuki agreed after a moment of hesitation. "Wait, what if the side makes us smaller and we can't reach the other side to get bigger? We have to take a piece of another side too just in case." Tsuzuki went to the other side and tore a respectful chunk off the pileus. In the meanwhile, Muraki took another chunk off in the other end. "Ok, so which one goes first?" The guardian pondered.
-"Let's start with the one in your hand." The doctor suggested. The guardian took a little nip and chewed on it carefully as if expecting it to go off in his mouth. "Nothing happened."
-"Wait, let it take effect." Muraki curiously regarded the brunette for a moment or two.
-"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Tsuzuki squeaked, Because of the acceleration. He felt like a cosmonaut in the space shuttle that was breaking away from Earths gravity field. Tears gathered in corners of his eyes and leaked down his cheeks. He felt like he was being stretched on a medieval torture wheel. "Ouchie, it hurt." The guardian rubbed his aching ribs as he glanced at the equally disoriented doctor, who seemed even paler than usual.
Muraki and Tsuzuki had emerged in the middle of a bumpy field with flamingos, hedgehogs and odd people running around. They seemed to pay little to the none attention to both men suddenly appearing out of nowhere. Tsuzuki poked Murakis shoulder carefully.
-" Have we emerged in mental asylum?" He asked in a whisper, trying not to move.
-"Maybe." Muraki whispered back, studying the people carefully.
-"How do you think, will they ignore us if we, um, keep still." Tsuzuki suggested in the same quiet tone.
-"I don't know." The doctor replied looking for routes of escape.
-"The T-Rex did in a movie . . ." Tsuzuki reasoned. Obviously it didn't ring bells to Muraki.
-"Tsuzuki san, you do know that a movie is an interpretation of one persons imagination, nothing else." Tsuzuki nodded quietly.
-"I know, but they kinda look like T-Rexes." Tsuzuki continued, while looking at the busy people.
-"Whatever made you draw the comparison, Tsuzuki san? Per chance you haven't noticed, those aren't scaly lizards. Have you lost your brain along the way?" Dinosaurs had obviously been Murakis weak point.
-"But they are as scary! And I bumped my head real bad! I'm sorry, don't yell at me like that, I just, I just thought that, well, this is a weird place and all." Tsuzuki looked at Muraki with his bottom lip trembling. "You're mean." The guardian finally settled stomping his foot down. Murakis heated gaze roamed the fragile on brink–of–tears guardian from head to foot.
-"Tsuzuki san, no matter how much I want to restrain myself regarding my advances towards you this second, you're not making it any easier for me, especially when you're looking at me this way." The man cupped Tsuzukis chin and lifted his head up, his warm breath was gushing over the pale lips and falling to a rest on Tsuzukis skin.
-"You act like you're frustrated, you know that?" The guardian interjected wit ha proper comment to break the way too intimae atmosphere which was about to bloom around them.
-"Now what gave you the idea I wonder." Muraki snapped, being irritated by the spoilt moment.
-"Stop being so prickly. It was just an observation. Oh look a hedgehog. Aww, what are you doing here widdwe buddy? Did that scary old croon scare you?" Murakis eye twitched at the remark, but he decided to let it pass. His attention was taken by a certain lady approaching him steadily. Her gaze was fixed on the animal which Tsuzuki was so lovingly cuddling in his arms.
-"Tsuzuki san, put down the hedgehog." Muraki whispered insistently. He saw the wicked glint in the womans eyes.
-"What , why? It looks so cute, and, aww look at its little paws." Tsuzuki took his time tickling the soft belly or the critter.
-"Tsuzuki san, put down the hedgehog, NOW!" Muraki stated in a quiet demanding voice.
«But. . .» The man turned to the obstinate brunette only to be startled by a high-pitched squeal.
-"Off with their heads!" Sounded a shrill voice behind them, making Tsuzuki drop the hedgehog.
-"Excuse me ..." Muraki took his time to check the woman's attire in order to address her properly. "...Madam, I'm more than certain that there is no need to behead us." If he had been expecting any reasonable retreat, he was completely misguided. The woman puffed her chest and knitted the thin eyebrows in the middle of her forehead.
-"You dare to question my authority?! Off with their heads!" She managed screaming in doctors face, while being about a foot shorter than he was.
-"Why do you want to behead us? I mean, what has made you upset?" Tsuzuki tried his hand in diplomacy.
-"Not you, peasant, but Your Highness." The other man they recognized as a king ( granted he had a crown) interjected while the woman was going through huffing/blanching/boiling fit. –"You've touched the royal hedgehog." The man explained reasonably.
-"Peasant?" Muraki stated as if he had just been presented with a bowl full of puppy droppings.
-"Royal hedgehog? But how does it differ from any other hedgehog inhere or any other common hedgehog you might find in a forest? I mean, it looks plain like a normal hedgehog, how are we to tell that it's royal?" Tsuzuki continued appealing to common sense.
-"You see, this is a royal croquet competition, and all hedgehogs in royal competition, in fact, are royal." The king finished with a shrug.
-"But why isn't everybody else being beheaded because of touching them?"
-"They were invited, however you, my friend, are a gate crusher, therefore, off goes your head." The man accented the meaning by pulling a straight horizontal line with his index finger, under his chin. "Like that."
-"Well, then why am I being beheaded, I haven't touched it nor do I want to." Muraki stated, obviously mot looking forward decapitation.
-"You, my friend, have questioned the authority of her Royal Highness, Queen of Hearts, so off goes your head too. Besides, lads here could use a show, we haven't beheaded anyone since yesterday, and the tea time is so boring without a show." He nudged Tsuzuki in a friendly manner as if he would also be enjoying the show, not being part of it. "Off to the cell with both of them!" He told the guards.
-"Wait, wait, I request a fair trial, I want a lawyer!" Tsuzuki called, but the king just waved him away with his hand. The guards came from both sides to take them away. To Tsuzukis utter shock, Muraki didn't resist or object; he kept silent. Curiously enough, instead of being sent to dungeons, they were sent to a tower. The steep steps lead to the last landing where a lonely, little cell was. They both were squeezed inside, and the door was locked.
-"Damned stupid hedgehog croquet thing, if I get outta here alive, I'm sicking animal rights defenders at them, and using everything they say against them in court." Tsuzuki huffed pacing the little cell, while Muraki laid on his back on the only bunk, observing Tsuzukis movements, as his right hand dangled in the chain of the cuff holding them together.
-"Tsuzuki san, your movements are becoming a bother, why don't you sit down?" The man suggested, patting the part of the bunk beside him and brushing some hay off.
-"So you can take advantage of me, no way!" The brunette shot back, kicking a particularly large clump of hay laying on the ground. The place was littered with dry grass.
-"We are spending the last hours of our life or unlife together; I find it quite romantic myself. Do you really want to pass the time pacing like this?"
-"I'm not looking forward to it, you know. And No I don't find it romantic in the least." Tsuzuki objected, but he did stop pacing.
-"Now, now, Tsuzuki san, you're too adorable when you're frustrated. Maybe that's the reason I so love seeing you in this state?"
-"Aren't you even wanting to escape?" The guardian asked in disbelief. He was hoping that the doctor had come up with a decent plan already, he was counting on it. "I mean, well, you have always eluded death, so what makes you stop now?"
-"Hmm, maybe because you're with me this time." Muraki mused with a wistful expression on his face. "Dying together by means of decapitation. The only thing that concerns me is whether you'll really die. It would be very silly to go, leaving you behind."
-"The hell, sop that, Muraki!! Have you lost your mind?! I don't feel like dying again any time soon, dammit!" Tsuzuki gave the man a little shake.
-"But Tsuzuki san, you were the one who brought up the topic in Kyoto." The man ogled the frustrated man dreamily, plucking a couple of straws out of the messy, brown locks.
-"Shut up! And don't you dare mentioning that, you hear me?!" The guardian jabbed the man in the chest.
-"Does it still make you wake up in cold sweat at night?" Muraki cooed in a sweet tone. "I'm touched, Asato. I hope I can call you like that." He leant towards Tsuzuki, cupping his cheek. "Now, Tsuzuki san, do you really want to die a virgin?" He pulled the brunette closer. "It would be such a waste, and this lovely body of yours, is begging to be taken." With that he locked his arms around the brunette and wasted no time in getting acquainted with the squirming body in his grasp.
-"Get off of me!" Tsuzuki shrieked, pushing the man back. "Start thinking with the head that's on your shoulders for once, I am not intending to die here!" He poked his head for emphasis in case the doctor got misguided.
Muraki shrugged. –"Forgive me, I was just trying to use the situation, however, why don't you enlighten me of your plans."
Tsuzukis jaw dropped.-"Hey, you were the one who wanted to die, right, so be my guest!" He added venomously, goodness how he hated that arrogant, smug bastard!
-"Tsuzuki san, but I wanted to die with you. Death is such a lonely thing, you should know better." He caught the guardian in his arms again. "And how do you suppose to escape alone?"
-"Get your hands offa me NOW or I'll make sure you won't move again!" The guardian hissed like a snake, digging his nails into the fabric of doctors suit.
-"Oh, my, how cruel. Is the sweet-natured guardian going to take his frustration out on a defenceless human? Again?" At that point, Muraki released the rampant brunette.
-"You're anything but defenceless." Tsuzuki groaned, ordering his crumpled suit. Muraki fished out a cigarette and lit it. After a moment of smoke filled silence, Tsuzuki chose to speak. "Ahem, why don't you smoke somewhere else?"
-"I must say this is possibility is currently unavailable to me, is it bothering you this much?" The man asked impassively, clearly, he wasn't concerned about the brunettes' opinion whatsoever.
-"Yes, I don't like cigarette smoke."
-"Really? But being undead – lung cancer isn't a threat to you, is it?" Tsuzuki rolled his eyes.
-"I do not particularly care whether or not it's harmful to me, I hate the smell, so get rid of it!" Muraki seemed to listen only halfheartedly; still, he pulled a lungful of the cancerous fume and released it in Tsuzukis general direction, stubbing the ember out.
-"You're the most annoying creature I've ever met." The brunette huffed.
-"I'm offended by you using such a title for me, Tsuzuki san. But I am flattered that you've decided to place me as number one at least in one of your personal scales." Tsuzuki shook his head.
-"Don't worry; you're pretty at top in a couple of others too."
-"Really?" The man seemed to be mildly interested in the conversation. "And what would those be?"
-"Hmm, the number one snob title is all yours for the taking, as well as the pain in the behind position."
-"I'd love proving the second title over and again with you to evaluate, Mr Tsuzuki." The man gave an appropriate look to make the brunette certain of what he was implying.
-"You're despicable." Tsuzuki sneered, but chose not to start a quarrel over such a meaningless topic. The doctor chose to continue it instead.
-"But you like it, don't you?" Tsuzuki rolled his eyes and gave a groan. He leant down and put he chain holding them together onto the ground, then he kneeled before it and proceeded beating it with the rock in order to brake it apart. After a moment of mild amusement, Muraki got curious and observed the busy brunette using cavemen tools.
-"Tsuzuki san, you know that you're wasting time?"
«I-don't-care. If I'm to die then I am NOT going to do it being stuck to you. I hate you so much, you haughty, arrogant, bastard" Tsuzuki accented his words by hitting the rock on the chains. They didn't budge, nor did they bend or show any signs of damage. "I'm doing anything to get the respectful 9 yards back between us." In response he just heard laughter.
-"Tsuzuki san, you're so cute when you're angry like that. I'm sure you're aware that this cell isn't that big." The doctor seemed humoured. "But would you just listen me out? That little trinket holding us together actually is there to ensure that we both return to our own, should I say reality, together, the way we left it. Otherwise, there might be disturbances both in this and our own realm."
-"What do you mean?" The doctor intertwined his fingers uttering a heavy sigh.
-"I mean, Tsuzuki san, we came together, we'll leave together, even if one of us dies, the other is to bring the body back in order to maintain balance in both worlds." The man finished with an air of achieved doctors degree.
-"What a load of crap." Tsuzuki commented. "This is the least balanced place I've ever seen." Actually come to think of it, his desk was even less balanced – it had breadcrumb minions which just loved digging into his elbows as he wrote; there was a dust bunny horde and the whole place was under a constant siege of paper balls. His wardrobe was less balanced too, his bathroom was full of misbalance, and then there was Wataris lab.
-"Well, maybe that's why it's in order." Muraki added to the brunettes' lonesome ponderings.
-"Right, and you have two eyes, don't make me laugh Muraki." Tsuzuki replied disdainfully.
-"Even I'm not that self-assured to tamper with such things." The man added with reverence. " The amount of destruction caused would stand well beyond something even you could do, Mr. Tsuzuki." The doctor didn't fail to explain.
-"Whatever you say." To Murakis utter distaste, the shinigami dismissed him quite easily. "We gotta get out of here." Tsuzuki stood up from his kneeling position and started to pace again.
-"Any bright ideas?" The doctors gaze didn't leave the guardians shifting profile, not for a second, in case he would after all have to die, this would be the little something he'll be thinking about. Tsuzuki abruptly came to a halt as if he was struck by a lightning. For a moment there Muraki let himself believe that the brunette had truly come up with something brilliant. He raised his finger skywards pretty much Eureka style and ejaculated.
-"The key!" Murakis expectations poppet like a hot air balloon.
-"No, no, not that again, Tsuzuki san." The doctor groaned.
-"We don't know unless we try." he went to the cell door and tried using the key. "Well, it's not from here." He put a finger to his chin to think.
-"Tsuzuki san, you are wasting time with that key, you know that?" Muraki put his last attempt to persuade the brunette do give up on the damn trinket that was irritating him so.
-"No, I'm not, my intuition has never failed me before."
-"So what is it telling you now?"
-"You're one arrogant cock." Murakis eyebrows seemed to permanently dislocate their original attachment above his eyes and glue themselves to his hairline.
-"Now what was that for?"
-"I felt like saying that." Tsuzuki shrugged. " Well, at least it wasn't wrong." Brunette flashed a grin and put the key back in its rightful place – in his pocket. Muraki wanted to object that this little revelation was a fruit of the guardians somewhat rational side rather than intuition, but he dismissed the topic.
-"If My intuition is correct, then I'll need some hay."
In humble gratitude I bow to thou who had the courage to read until the end! and Im waiting for your suggestions . .. . ASAP . . .. or my scalp will be adorning the halls of the university . . ..
