Disclaimer: Again I don't own Yami No Matsuei. Or Martine McGutcheon's
"I've Got you" Be nice if I did tho.
Pairings: Tsuzuki x Hisoka
Note: Eh.I'm really not that good at writing.I mean I can be...I'm just so rusty so please forgive my cheezyness.I'll get better! I swear!...oh and next chapter will have some Shikigami in it..
~means thinking~
Chapter 2: Found you
"I'm fine damnit"
"Ne ne 'Soka-chan, such language! And you're not fine! You passed out so you are sick and you are going home!"
"Fine! But you don't have to ca-*yawn* carry me! I can walk just fine!"
Tsuzuki chuckled lightly, looking down at the younger shinigami in his arms, old black trench coat draped over him like a blanket, and face painted over with the usual scowl.
"I don't think that is such a good idea, you passed out last time."
"I d-*yawn* did not!"
Hisoka grumbled, face turning beet red as Tsuzuki opened his apartment door and steered in like they were a pair of newly weds.
"Honey! We're home!"
"Baka."
Tsuzuki grinned, took off his shoes and started to walk foreword but had forgotten about the higher flooring and tripped face first into the wooden floor.
"Ittaiii~~" Tsuzuki moaned rubbing the back of his head and grumbling about stupid waxed floors.
~At least I didn't break anything.wait.~
"Hisoka!?" The brunet sat up, ignoring the imprint of the wood on his face and desperately glanced around for any sign of his bright eyed partner.
"His..oka?"
Tsuzuki blinked, looking across the floor at his partner sprawled out in a very odd position. One leg was hanging over the arm of his couch; the other was pulled up to the boy's chest in an odd attempt at keeping warm. Tsuzuki tilted his head to one side, standing up and walking over to Hisoka. Finally realizing the boy was out like a light, snoring softly and seemingly un-phased by the previous drop and roll.
Tsuzuki let out his breath, not realizing he had been holding it for the past 5 minutes. Smiling he bent down and gathered the boy into his arms, walking over and opening the bedroom door and gently setting Hisoka down.
"Now then.food.." A huge cheesy grin plastered over the purple eyed shinigami's face as he skipped out of the room and toward the kitchen.
~I'll make udon and ramen and soba and ..~
One of Tsuzuki's eyes twitched as he stared into an empty cabinet. Running over and opening the fridge he found a very similar scene staring at him. And after 10 minutes of rummaging around the kitchen and looking within every nook and cranny, all he could find was a can of tomato soup, a huge bag of rice and tons of green tea packs.
~W-what is this!? Does Hisoka not eat at all!? I mean I know he doesn't have breakfast but he doesn't have lunch or dinner either!? You can't survive off of just rice and tea!!! ~
A light grumble shifted through Tsuzuki's throat as he rested his forehead on the counter, running ideas through his mind as to what to cook Hisoka. He didn't have enough money to go buy anything and he wasn't about to go ask for money from Watari, knowing the consequents of that was earning a pair of attractive donkey ears. And Wakaba was out of town with Terazuma on a case.
"Da'me." With a sigh the brown haired man stood up and started to cook the tomato soup, setting some rice on to boil and starting up a pot of tea. He really wished there was something more he could give the boy when he was sick.
"AH I almost forgot!" Tsuzuki sprinted out into the living room and rummaged around is pocket, pulling out a small plastic wrapper that contained some maboshi.*
"Hisoka will like these." With a satisfied grin on his face, Tsuzuki walked into the bedroom as he waited for the food to cook.
Tsuzuki walked around the room, closing the curtains to dim the bright day light. Letting out a groan he walked over to the bed and kneeled down near the side, looking up at his sleeping partner and feeling a small smile wash over his face as he reached out and traced a hand across the golden locks of hair.
Hisoka mumbled something in his sleep as he moved into the touch. Tsuzuki grinned, pulling his hand away and resting his chin on the covers, content with staring at the boy.
~So hard.23 years old and still in the body of a 16 year old.~Tsuzuki closed his eyes slightly, running his hand back up and tracing the contour of the boys cheeks and chin.
"Why did your life have to be so hard.your family.your death.even I made your afterlife hard.but you know I don't mean to don't you?" Tsuzuki sighed, moving up to sit on the bed side as he ran his hand over Hisoka's face, slowly humming a song that he had once heard on the radio from some place in America.
"Flowers, they don't always bloom
And even when they do they're not meant to last forever
Love can turn out any time
The good and bad, the wrong and right
Find a way to come together
'Cause I've got you to pull me through another day
And you've got me together we will run away
'Cause I've got you, who cares what anyone may say
I know I'm gonna find my way, 'cause I found you
I found you
They say that we're too young
Too young we've just begun
To realize what we've been given
Take our chances as they come
Don't look back at what's been done
Pass the road that we have driven
'Cause I've got you to pull me through another day
And you've got me together we will run away
'Cause I've got you, who cares what anyone may say
I know I'm gonna find my way, 'cause I found you
Found you
If I have you I've got everything
If I've got you I've got the moon, the stars, the sun
What more could I want?
'Cause I've got you to pull me through another day
And you've got me together we will run away
'Cause I've got you, who cares what anyone may say
I know I'm gonna find my way, 'cause I found you
I found you
You
Found you"
Tsuzuki slowly bent down, kissing Hisoka's forehead gently before standing up and smiling softly.
"AH THE FOOD!" Tsuzuki turned around and sprinted out of the door, falling face first, forgetting the kitchen floor was lower than the rest.
Slowly a green eye opened, looking toward the doorway and bringing the bed sheets up to cover a pair of red-tinted cheeks.
~~~~~~
To Be Continued.
* Maboshi-pickled plums VERY popular in Japan. (Personally I couldn't handle them, they were way to strong for me)
Pairings: Tsuzuki x Hisoka
Note: Eh.I'm really not that good at writing.I mean I can be...I'm just so rusty so please forgive my cheezyness.I'll get better! I swear!...oh and next chapter will have some Shikigami in it..
~means thinking~
Chapter 2: Found you
"I'm fine damnit"
"Ne ne 'Soka-chan, such language! And you're not fine! You passed out so you are sick and you are going home!"
"Fine! But you don't have to ca-*yawn* carry me! I can walk just fine!"
Tsuzuki chuckled lightly, looking down at the younger shinigami in his arms, old black trench coat draped over him like a blanket, and face painted over with the usual scowl.
"I don't think that is such a good idea, you passed out last time."
"I d-*yawn* did not!"
Hisoka grumbled, face turning beet red as Tsuzuki opened his apartment door and steered in like they were a pair of newly weds.
"Honey! We're home!"
"Baka."
Tsuzuki grinned, took off his shoes and started to walk foreword but had forgotten about the higher flooring and tripped face first into the wooden floor.
"Ittaiii~~" Tsuzuki moaned rubbing the back of his head and grumbling about stupid waxed floors.
~At least I didn't break anything.wait.~
"Hisoka!?" The brunet sat up, ignoring the imprint of the wood on his face and desperately glanced around for any sign of his bright eyed partner.
"His..oka?"
Tsuzuki blinked, looking across the floor at his partner sprawled out in a very odd position. One leg was hanging over the arm of his couch; the other was pulled up to the boy's chest in an odd attempt at keeping warm. Tsuzuki tilted his head to one side, standing up and walking over to Hisoka. Finally realizing the boy was out like a light, snoring softly and seemingly un-phased by the previous drop and roll.
Tsuzuki let out his breath, not realizing he had been holding it for the past 5 minutes. Smiling he bent down and gathered the boy into his arms, walking over and opening the bedroom door and gently setting Hisoka down.
"Now then.food.." A huge cheesy grin plastered over the purple eyed shinigami's face as he skipped out of the room and toward the kitchen.
~I'll make udon and ramen and soba and ..~
One of Tsuzuki's eyes twitched as he stared into an empty cabinet. Running over and opening the fridge he found a very similar scene staring at him. And after 10 minutes of rummaging around the kitchen and looking within every nook and cranny, all he could find was a can of tomato soup, a huge bag of rice and tons of green tea packs.
~W-what is this!? Does Hisoka not eat at all!? I mean I know he doesn't have breakfast but he doesn't have lunch or dinner either!? You can't survive off of just rice and tea!!! ~
A light grumble shifted through Tsuzuki's throat as he rested his forehead on the counter, running ideas through his mind as to what to cook Hisoka. He didn't have enough money to go buy anything and he wasn't about to go ask for money from Watari, knowing the consequents of that was earning a pair of attractive donkey ears. And Wakaba was out of town with Terazuma on a case.
"Da'me." With a sigh the brown haired man stood up and started to cook the tomato soup, setting some rice on to boil and starting up a pot of tea. He really wished there was something more he could give the boy when he was sick.
"AH I almost forgot!" Tsuzuki sprinted out into the living room and rummaged around is pocket, pulling out a small plastic wrapper that contained some maboshi.*
"Hisoka will like these." With a satisfied grin on his face, Tsuzuki walked into the bedroom as he waited for the food to cook.
Tsuzuki walked around the room, closing the curtains to dim the bright day light. Letting out a groan he walked over to the bed and kneeled down near the side, looking up at his sleeping partner and feeling a small smile wash over his face as he reached out and traced a hand across the golden locks of hair.
Hisoka mumbled something in his sleep as he moved into the touch. Tsuzuki grinned, pulling his hand away and resting his chin on the covers, content with staring at the boy.
~So hard.23 years old and still in the body of a 16 year old.~Tsuzuki closed his eyes slightly, running his hand back up and tracing the contour of the boys cheeks and chin.
"Why did your life have to be so hard.your family.your death.even I made your afterlife hard.but you know I don't mean to don't you?" Tsuzuki sighed, moving up to sit on the bed side as he ran his hand over Hisoka's face, slowly humming a song that he had once heard on the radio from some place in America.
"Flowers, they don't always bloom
And even when they do they're not meant to last forever
Love can turn out any time
The good and bad, the wrong and right
Find a way to come together
'Cause I've got you to pull me through another day
And you've got me together we will run away
'Cause I've got you, who cares what anyone may say
I know I'm gonna find my way, 'cause I found you
I found you
They say that we're too young
Too young we've just begun
To realize what we've been given
Take our chances as they come
Don't look back at what's been done
Pass the road that we have driven
'Cause I've got you to pull me through another day
And you've got me together we will run away
'Cause I've got you, who cares what anyone may say
I know I'm gonna find my way, 'cause I found you
Found you
If I have you I've got everything
If I've got you I've got the moon, the stars, the sun
What more could I want?
'Cause I've got you to pull me through another day
And you've got me together we will run away
'Cause I've got you, who cares what anyone may say
I know I'm gonna find my way, 'cause I found you
I found you
You
Found you"
Tsuzuki slowly bent down, kissing Hisoka's forehead gently before standing up and smiling softly.
"AH THE FOOD!" Tsuzuki turned around and sprinted out of the door, falling face first, forgetting the kitchen floor was lower than the rest.
Slowly a green eye opened, looking toward the doorway and bringing the bed sheets up to cover a pair of red-tinted cheeks.
~~~~~~
To Be Continued.
* Maboshi-pickled plums VERY popular in Japan. (Personally I couldn't handle them, they were way to strong for me)
