Abnormal Situation
A/N: Thank you for reading and reviewing! I'm surprised this even had readers to be honest. Thank you! And special thanks to my beta Brokenshardsofmyheart99!
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From the moment he had walked in through the mansion's doors, he knew that there was going to be trouble. And now, a mere week after meeting his employer he was correct about the feeling he had had back then. The entire place was filthy, which somewhat perplexed him. The mansion could be called prestigious, but the inside opposed whatever title, adjectives, or anything else it was given from the view of the exterior. At the moment he was on his hands and knees, scrubbing the bathroom floor with vigor. It wasn't at all a bother that he had to work hard, or be the sole servant there at the moment, since it was his decision to agree to work for the scientist.
However, there were times were putting a bullet through his head seemed tempting. A famous example would be what had happened two nights ago. He had been sleeping until something woke him up. Upon opening his eyes he saw Watari-san so near him that he yelped out without meaning too. When he asked his employer what he was doing, he smiled and said nothing that served as an explanation. There was no question about it, the man was insane.
Spilling water on the tiled floor, he began to scrub in circles, trying to rid the floor of dirt. His arm began to ache, but a bit of pain was better compared to starving out in the streets of a unforgiving city that favored the wealthy above all else. With newfound determination he began to scrub harder, pain now forgotten. It wasn't long before he had finished the entire bathroom floor. He allowed himself one small grin before getting up from his sore knees, and stretching his arms and back, regaining feeling in them. Part of him was thankful to not have Watari-san there in the mansion while he worked. Any day now he was expecting the man to make him wear a skimpy outfit made for women. The thought made him frown and cringe.
It had been at the crack of dawn that his employer had come into his room in nothing but a towel around his middle and announced that he was going to be gone for most of the day. Aside from covering his eyes, he could do noting more than nod. He would've asked when he was expected to be back, but couldn't through the shock of having someone barge into his room without knocking and shouting a loud greeting. So when he descended down the stairs and saw the scientist talking on the telephone, he almost lost his footing.
The man was wearing his casual midnight blue slacks, dark shirt, and his lab coat that never seemed to stain. It made Hisoka wonder if he had invented some kind of new material, immune to stains of any kind. Pushing away those useless thoughts, he walked over to the scientist, who had now hung up and began to take off his white lab coat.
"I didn't expect you back so soon, Watari-san," he said. He would've addressed him in another matter, but it seemed like the man hated honorifics of any kind. He had, with much adamancy, insisted that he call him Yutaka. Calling someone who he had just met felt strange to Hisoka, so they had both agreed on Watari, though Hisoka insisted on calling him "Watari-san" .
The man sighed, too much emphasis on it, though. "Well, I was busy but then it turned out that I had waste my time. So what's for dinner?" he asked, grinning as he often did.
Hisoka blinked. "It's not time for dinner yet," he said, confused as to why the man would think that. "I'll get started on it right now." He turned away from his employer and headed for the kitchen.
"You have a nice backside," Watari-san shouted after him. The comment halted him in his walk. To be honest with himself, Hisoka had no idea whether to take that as an insult, as many women did, or ignore it. It seemed that most of the things the scientist did were to see how he would react. That made him feel like a test subject.
He resumed his walk. "Working for you, alone in your mansion, would do that to anyone," he retorted, hinting as much as possible for the man to hire other people. It wasn't an easy task to clean an entire mansion every day.
Hisoka heard laughter. "If it'll keep your backside that good-looking, then I'll just forget about hiring anyone else." The answer made his face change color. The heat from his cheeks seemed to be spreading.
Without another word, he entered the kitchen and began to work. As he cut the many vegetables that went into the dinner, he imagined each cut being on the man that refused to hire anyone else. It was times like these that he didn't know if the man hated him or enjoyed teasing him. There was something more to his employer, something that remained hidden.
"Bastard," he muttered. As he kept on cooking, his mind forgot about the awkward conversation he had had with Watari-san. The aromas of the various foods made his stomach cry out for a taste. It was fortunate that he had just finished, that way he wouldn't have to think of himself as being rude. Hisoka set the table and served the food on the proper plates.
With a sigh, he headed up the stairs to his employer's study. He reached the door and knocked three times. "Watari-san, dinner is ready." The door opened, as usual, with the energetic man coming out of the study.
"So what is it that you prepared?" the man asked him. Yet before he mumbled out an answer, Watari-san continued talking. "Well, I'm sure that whatever it is will be as delicious as always."
Hisoka frowned. "Are you always so energetic?" he asked, bitterness in his tone. Walking behind the scientist had an advantage since he had managed to stop in time before colliding with the man. For a moment he considered apologizing, but didn't.
"And are you always to gloomy?" Watari-san asked him with a cheerful smile.
The smile made Hisoka look away. "It's just food. Why do you act like it's a gift from the heavens?" he mumbled out, embarrassed by the way he phrased his question.
His face was cupped. Leaning toward him, Watari-san whispered, "It's not just food, Hisoka. It's something wonderful since you took your time to make it and I appreciate it." The words had not stunned him, but the close proximity had. It felt strange to be appreciated. The cheerful man released his face and continued his walking, leaving Hisoka immobile. Some of the man's strange activities were now making sense to him. The realization made his body sway a little and made a blush stain his pale cheeks.
"Watari-san… You…"
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