I am, once again, NOT DEAD. I'm so sorry for leaving you guys! But my Holidays were busy, and my comp at home broke down almost immediately after I got back. I know that I probably don't have any fans left for this story….but I really feel like writing more.

Oh, Oscar's about to get himself it trouble, huh? Hehe….I'm so evil…but I also love him so!!

Alright, time for the usual disclaimer. Yami no Matsuie belongs to Yoko Matsushita and the anime people. I am only borrowing Oscar Wilde to make him play with pretty bishi's. I'm sure he wouldn't mind ^_~

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Annabel appeared to be panicking a bit, her eyes were wide "wh-why is someone like YOU here!" he yelled, rather too loudly than she should have "and…what are you doing going about with this…this boy!"

Oscar sighed. Yes…that was bound to happen. Imagine how she would have reacted if she knew he had been alone in a hotel room with this 'boy'….

Hisoka sighed almost simultaneously "Miss….he is the latest person to come through from the underworld…and I assure you that I am completely unharmed." By this time, Hisoka was more than slightly embarrassed. The lady was still staring at Oscar in a suspicious sort of way, obviously dissatisfied by this answer. Hisoka gestured back to the hotel "please go back…the person I work with is waiting in the room".

The lady nodded and ran off. It was strange….she thought that only people who got 5 or above were capable of coming back to earth *. She soon disappeared inside the hotel.

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Hisoka was pouting a bit by this point. He was staring into the street with his arms crossed about his chest. How could the woman think that? Well….perhaps Oscar teased him a bit…but that's just the kind of person he was right? Yes…it must be. Hisoka took a deep breath "does that happen to you often? Young women thinking you're a pervert?" he turned around with a smirk, thinking he had gotten back at Oscar for that comment about the store girl, but the smirk faded as soon as he got a look at the writer's face.

Oscar wasn't at all surprised by that comment. It happened to him allot…but, that's what you get for causing one of the worst scandals of an entire century. He was staring at the side walk, fists clenched. Upon hearing Hisoka's comment, he sighed "it does…actually"

Hisoka gasped. He was such an idiot! How could he fail to recognize Oscar's emotions? He was clearly upset….now that he was aware of it, Hisoka could feel the other's depression. "I-I'm sorry, Wilde-san, I didn't realize that I-"

"Don't worry about it" Oscar said, looking back up "your right, in any case, I am a pervert. I shouldn't make you put up with me anymore" he began to walk off. He didn't know where he was going….he didn't really care….

Hisoka's eyes went wide. He looked down and didn't even realize Oscar had walked off. By the time the boy had gathered all his emotions and looked back up, the figure of Oscar Wilde was disappearing down the sidewalk. "WAIT" he cried, and ran after the shrinking figure. In trying to be tough, he had hurt some one…..how typical. But somehow it was worse when it was someone like Oscar. He had been hurt and betrayed so many times, much like Hisoka himself. How could he do such a thing? Hisoka ran and ran, following the figure as it turned one corner, then another. Eventually it diapered into a seedy looking café…..much as it must have many times in the last few years of its owner's life.

Oscar didn't care that he didn't have any money. Perhaps he would just stay here until the Café was tired of him and kicked him out, not even thinking of the bill….he'd done it many times before. The coffee he ordered came, carried by a bored looking teenage girl. She looked, like many waitresses, like she didn't want to be there, but had to. The difference in this one was that she didn't hide it behind that horrid fake smile that everyone else did, it was rather refreshing. He took the cup with what pathetic bit of a smile he could manage. He took a shaky sip of coffee….it burned his tongue, but that was alright. He closed his eyes and was prepared to take another sip, when he geared something he never thought he would ever hear again. The door of the café opened, and a single word was shouted "OSCAR". The writer kept his eyes closed as he raised his head, knowing that when he opened them it would not be the beautiful boy he saw in his mind, the last one to make such a scene, but he wanted to hold onto that picture just a moment longer. Eventually his eyes fluttered open "Hisoka….I'm surprised….you called me by my given name…that is really quite indecent of you"

The blond haired, green eyes boy flushed "why the hell did you take off like that? If I lose you my boss will skin me alive!!" he sighed and came closer to the table "you just can't stop the witty comments, can you?"

The writer smiled, just a bit "no, I'm afraid I can't…they just sort of come out" he chuckled grimly and set the mug of steaming coffee down. "Come. Have a seat" he said, gesturing to the chair across the table. It was a nice table….right next to the window, looking at the street. It reminded him of his favorite café in Paris when he got-

"It's not good to reminisce when you're depressed" Hisoka said suddenly, cutting off the author's train of thought. The sudden comment caused Oscar to look confused. Hisoka just rolled his eyes "mind reading comes with the empathy"

Oscar nodded "right". He had almost forgotten about Hisoka's unique powers. Now not only did he have to be careful about feeling, but thinking as well! He smiled "I suppose you are right. I really shouldn't mind it anymore" he smiled and looked at the boy sitting across from him. Hisoka's cheeks were still adorably flushed…..Oscar really couldn't help but give a genuine smiled. He felt like reaching out and touching him…not in an inappropriate manner! Just to feel…..but he knew that it was impossible. Hisoka would take it the wrong way.

Hisoka knew that the author sitting across the table was thinking about him…..but he didn't bother the old man about. He finally took a deep breath "We should get you out of here" he said "I suppose you don't have money to pay for that coffee"

Oscar chuckled "none whatsoever. Would you be a dear and pay for it?" he took another sip with that famous smirk.

Hisoka glared "I'm paying for everything anyway….." he went to the counter and paid for it. When he came back, Oscar had finished his coffee and was standing up. "come on" Hisoka said "let's go back to the hotel….hopefully Miss Wentworth has gone back to the ministry". He went out the door, and the writer followed.

Oscar walked along behind Hisoka for a while. He should really wear something more flattering than an orange turtleneck and jeans. "Hisoka" he said, quite suddenly.

The boy stopped and turned around "What?"

"Thank you for coming after me" said the elder man with a fond smile

Hisoka flushed "well, I couldn't very well let you go off!" he humped, turned around, and continued walking.

Oscar chuckled 'Whatever you say"

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Footnotes- * this is a reference to my own underworld set up. There are 9 levels. 1-4 are 'heaven', the closer to 1, the better a person you are. 5 is like….limbo. That's where people who aren't particularly bad or good go. 6-9 are 'hell'. 9 is reserved for the very worst people. Basically what Annabel is trying to say is that she is of the opinion that Oscar went to hell. If you were interested, Oscar's actually in 4.

Awwww, I'm so mean to Oscar, aren't I? He got all depressed…but it's alright! Because Hisoka came after him and made everything better!

10 bonus points if anyone can tell me who Oscar was imagining instead of Hisoka

OH! And remember a few chapters back I said there wouldn't be and BL? Well….I might have lied. I would like to know what people think of an Oscar x Hisoka paring in the future….PLEASE review and tell me!!!