Under The Sakura
Summary: Short, but sweet (arpozimately 2.5 drabbles). Tsuzuki and Hisoka confess their love, Under The Sakura. Oneshot. TsuSoka.
Disclaimer: If I owned YNM this would have happened and I wouldn't be posting it on
A/N: Ah, well, this is not poetry...not freeform poetry even...,but it is a short one shot about questioning life. So, thus its's place in the series.
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As we sit beneath the Sakura tree I see how truly beautiful my partner is. Pink petals adorn his head. He looks like a king with a crown of flowers. Tatsumi and Watari come over and the silence is broken. They are all laughing and joking. Having a conversation. There are times when I wish I could be part of that. I am reduced to being a third wheel, in a manner of speaking. We all sit and eat lunch. I stay quite and listen, not wanting to intrude. Watari and Tatsumi got up and said good-bye as they went back to work. I was alone with Tsuzuki again.
"Are you okay 'Soka?" Tsuzuki asked looking worried.
"Baka, of course I'm fine." I said. I don't mean to sound harsh, but I do. It is my nature said the scorpion to the alligator.
"No, Your not fine Hisoka. Tell me what's bothering you".
I sighed. 'Even if you're not an empath you see right through me.' "I just felt out of place." Hisoka said quietly. Hanging his head slightly.
"You never need to feel out of place with me." Tsuzuki said, wrapping his arms around Hisoka. I felt safe and warm. A blanket of human flesh wrapped around me on a crisp spring day. He planted a kiss on my head.
"I love you, Hisoka, I love you."
'He said it' I turned around in his arms and kissed him. "I love you too Tsuzuki." I remember asking myself "where do I belong?". I know now. I belong in Tsuzuki's arms.