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This chapter contains snippets of particular events
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The changes in the Shokan Division where subtle but not unnoticed.
Pays where still docked by a forever formidable and stingy slave driver, otherwise know as Tatsumi. Constant explosions and mutant objects and co-workers by yours truly, Watari.
But now Watari's smiles were more genuine. His laughter and sparkling eyes truly reflecting the joy within, spilling over to wrap around those near him like rays of light.
Tatsumi was still as controlled and efficient as ever but sometimes, if they where quick enough they could detect a slight softening of his features and a ghost of a smile when his gaze landed on a certain beam of sunlight.
When wandering near the favorite partner's office one still had to duck from random flying objects thrown by a ranting and blushing Hisoka. His ever childish partner never ceased to tease, slack off or beg for sweets.
Hisoka was still reserved and never failed to punish his errant partner but his caustic remarks had mellowed down to sarcastic comments that seemed almost playful. He was often caught sliding Tsuzuki a sweet after he had thoroughly reamed his partner. The haunted look had vanished but a shell of insecurity and weariness remained. Now and then a glimmer of happiness and playfulness would peek thru, making who ever witnessed such a rare joy feel invigorated and protective of the eternal youth.
The bundle of joy that was know as Tsuzuki begged for sweets ran off at every opportunity and never failed to run Hisoka or Tatsumi up a wall. Not to mention fight with Terazuma and be banned from certain areas of the department, mainly the library.
However something was different about him, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, his laughter and smiles where…brighter. Tatsumi had nearly died a second time of cardio arrest when he had spotted Tsuzuki with a pencil in his hand writing one of his reports; Tsuzuki being efficient with no bribery and no apparent bodily harm.
Tatsumi and Watari now lived together in Tatsumi's apartment. Being practical Tatsumi pointed all the benefits they would gain from it only to be interrupted by his lovers' laughter
"If you want to me to live with you all you have to do is ask."
Tatsumi had smiled something only Watari was honored to, and simply asked "Move in with me Watari?"
Watari smiled and leaned up to press his lips to Tatsumi's in a warm kiss "I would love to"
Tsuzuki and Hisoka where a different story; as neither of them had ever had past commitments to this extent or of this importance they where more hesitant. They where toeing a line where they where comfortable and living together was something they had not approached as of yet.
They spent nights at each others apartments but nothing ever went past beyond sleeping. Things where progressing smoothly and slowly for the most part.
Tsuzuki was taking his time in introducing Hisoka to intimacy, not wanting to dredge up old memories and fears. Tsuzuki was pleasantly surprised at how readily and enthusiastic Hisoka reacted to his ministrations.
Tsuzuki enjoyed showing Hisoka the different ways there where to communicate love. Sometimes he would pop in on Hisoka and ask if he would like to take a walk. One specific time Tsuzuki took Hisoka to see a botanic garden.
Little things like holding hands, hugging or a quick peck in public where Tsuzuki methods of introducing Hisoka to affection outside of their apartments. Long walks, a day at a library, silly things that always managed to fill Hsioka with warmth.
If Tsuzuki didn't manage to irritate him by spinning him around in public or whine like a child about wanting the 'pretty pony cookie'
Over the past moths they had learned their partners erogenous zones and what each preferred, their night spent together often ended up with some heavy petting but never transgressed past that as Tsuzuki sensed Hisoka was not ready for more.
Tsuzuki especially loved two specific 'moods'. When Hisoka took control of their foreplay and was the aggressor. The first time had been a shock not only to see his often shy lover so bold but aggressive as well. (1)
They had been making out on Tsuzukis couch when he suddenly found himself on his back with a very forceful and passionate Hisoka over him. Looking up he saw a spark of something in the teens green eyes that sent a forceful wave of lust to his gut. Next thing he knew his shirt had been ripped open button flying everywhere and his tender nipples being attacked by sharp teeth and a warm wet tongue.
All he could do was lie there and arch and twist his back allowing Hisoka full reign. It wasn't until Tsuzuki clasped Hisoka firm rear end and pull him down to grind their erections together that Hisoka snapped out of it.
It had taken Tsuzki and hour to calm his partner down and get him to unlock the bedroom door and another hour to convince him that he had indeed liked it. It had happened a few more times but for the most part it was Tsuzuki who led.
His other favorite mood was what Tsuzuki called the kitty session. It happened often and it never failed to comfort both. Hisoka would snuggle up to Tsuzuki and they would sit or lie there saying nothing just enjoying their time together. Although sometimes it got awkward.
It always warmed Tsuzukis heart to feel their heart beats synchronized or when Hisoka ran his hand trough his hair until they fell asleep.
Hisoka would always curl up next to him and stroke his arm gently, his side, or do something tender. It was his way of saying "Thank you for waiting." and "I love you" as well as "I'm so glad you are here." It conveyed many emotions that they both felt.
This side however was only for Tsuzukis eyes, as soon as they where in public Hisoka would retreat a little but not enough completely disappear. It wasn't as if he was ashamed of their relationship but it was new and exciting, he didn't need comments that he knew would make him self conscious. However if anyone asked or found out he would not deny it instead stand tall next to his partner, proud and happy of what they had together.
There where only five people that knew of these memorable and life… death altering events and they where the couples themselves and their guardian angel who had no qualms of picking up the nearest sharp or heavy object and bashing it over the rocks they passed of as heads.
The newest addition to the department was trouble and happiness in itself.
After the fight with Muraki it was unanimously agreed that Yoru would be at the office or with one of the couple at all times. They had no clue as to what had transpired between the psychopath and the young girl but knowing Muraki it was nothing good.
Over the next three months things where beginning to shake up. The christening of Yoru into the department came in form of two sweet if demonic girls.
It was a week after the fight when Yoru had picked on Hisoka until the young man had ended up in a rather loud verbal fight with the impish girl. Watari's interest had been piqued and he was currently leaning against Hisoka's desk holding his side and wheezing for breath while Tsuzuki was, to no avail, attempting to break the 'fight' up and contain his laughter.
Tatsumi had been doing his rounds as usual when he happened to come across the scene and was now leaning against the door frame thinking of what he should do. He did not have to be an empath to feel the waves of happiness in the room. It was however short lived.
Hisoka's head snapped up, like a wolf sensing prey, or more accurately a prey smelling his hunter. Tatsumi hurried into the room to stand beside his lover before the door was shoved open and the twin like girls stood with identical smiles.
The shinigami's shuddered as one and gave Hisoka a look of sympathy. For his part Hisoka was frantically looking for an exit. Yoru new to the scene had absolutely no idea what threat the sickishly sweet girls possessed.
A gasp and squeal drew the attention of the huddled group. They looked over to see Saya and Yuma's gaze transfixed on the black clad girl. Yoru had on a red tank top with a black mesh shirt over it, black skin tight pants with black buckle boots and a silver studded choker with matching wrist band and belt. Her hair was tied back with leather that wrapped halfway down her hair showing of her silver wing earrings.
Yoru had a bad feeling this was not going to turn out well. Her suspicions where confirmed when she saw the calculating gleam in the girls ayes and a scary smile bloom. In a synchronized move they brought out two pink ribbony and fluffy baby doll dresses.
"Hisoka where did you find her? She has a gorgeous sense of fashion!" cried one of the girls
"Yes, and she's almost as pretty as you are! And look at those beautiful wings! They will be perfect with this dress!" cried the other one.
Yoru turned with a disbelieving look that was met by pure sympathy from the three older men and panic from the blond. Hisoka grabbed her hand ran behind his desk pulling Yoru with him just in time to avoid a flying tackle from the girls.
Hisoka began dragging a shocked Yoru to the door only to be intercepted by Yuma, with something close to a whimper Hisoka back peddled and searched for an exit calling out pitifully for the men to help them.
"You have got to be kidding me!?" cried Yoru when Hisoka got tackled. She watched in fascinated disbelief as Hisoka fought like a cornered tiger and the girls mulishly holding on to him attempting to remove his clothes.
"I am not wearing that piece of shit again!" Hisoka screamed.
Yoru let out something that could only be described as a squeal when she was dragged to the floor by surprisingly strong hands. Looking up she saw who she assumed was Yuma. Panic set in and she acted on instinct.
Drawing her feet up she wedged them between her body and the eager girls and pushed up with all her might. Yuma flew over her head to crash on her back on the floor the dress falling over her face.
There was a minute of absolute silence and that was all the time Yoru needed. Jumping to her feet she reached over and yanked Saya up by her shirt and tossed her over Yuma. Hisoka quickly took the hand that was offered to him and the teens backed away as fast as they could pulling their shirts back down.
Saya and Yuma stood up slowly the way the dead do in a horror movie and slowly advanced on the panicking pair.
Watari, Tsuzuki and Tatsumi where holding perfectly still hoping they had been forgotten and by the looks of it they had. Now all the men had to do was contain their laughter to avoid bodily harm. A broken rib or two from suppressing laughter was better than educing the wrath of two empaths.
Hisoka and Yoru ran behind the desk trying to put as many obstacles as they could between themselves and the little she-devils. "What the hell is wrong with them?" she asked angrily.
The girls just laughed and began closing in on them one from each side holding the hideous dresses up to torment their victims.
"Hisoka do you trust me?" Yoru suddenly asked. Hisoka never took his eyes of Saya as he answered "Why?"
"I have a plan but you have to trust me in order for this to work. Besides who would you rather face, me or them."
Hisoka did not even have to think about it. "What do you want me to do?" he asked panicked as the girls where closing in on them.
"Wrap your arms around my neck and don't let go!" she said.
"WHAT?!" he cried out turning to look at her. Everyone in the room mirrored the boys facial expression. Yoru backed up and pulled an unresisting Hisoka with her.
"Just do it" she cried as the girls leaped for them. In that split second Hisoka threw himself against Yoru and eepd.
Yoru wrapped her arms around Hisokas waist and fell backwards thru the windows that gave easily to their weight. Everyone ran to the window calling the teens names panicked.
Hisoka was clinging to Yoru and trying to twist his body to take the brunt of the impact cursing the girl every second as they fell. He felt Yoru shaking and he felt laughter through their link
"Relax" she said mirth clear in her voice. Three feet from the concrete she turned and spread her wings taking them up. The group near the window slumped in relief as they saw they where safe.
Tsuzuki, Watari, Yuma and Saya waved cheerily with grins while Tatsumi looked on disapprovingly. Yoru flew higher and headed fro the cherry tree's and shuddered when she heard the girls yelling after them;
"Don't worry we have plenty more dresses and an eternity to try!"
That had been a memorable experience and the ones that followed had been no less drastic or amusing. Yuma and Saya had vowed to dress them up and they attempted to re-dress the frightened youths at every chance they got. One way or another Hisoka or Yoru would come up with a plan and manage to escape much to the girls regret and their co-workers amusement.
Another change in the Shokan Division, one more shocking and un-foretold dealt with none other than Terazuma.
Two weeks after the Yuma and Saya christening, Tsuzuki got into a fight with Terazuma over Hisoka. The exact details where sketchy but a supposable insult, more like secret, had been uttered and naturally they had to go for each others throat.
Yoru happened to get caught within firing range and was swept into the battle.
Too bad for the two men that no more than five minutes ago she had been molested by one of Wataris brilliant inventions after she had managed to escape the clutches of the 'terrible twins', as she dubbed them.
As she passed between the bloodthirsty fighters she summoned her powers and a violent gust of wind knocked the two combatants across the room, opposite each other.
Tsuzuki knowing full well the young woman's temper stayed wisely cowed on the floor until the immediate danger passed.
'Besides' he thought smugly with a secretive smile 'he is about to find out why we call her NekoYasha.' Tsuzuki angled himself for a better view ignoring his friends as they joined him, well all except for Hisoka as he leaned against his boyfriends' leg.
Terazuma had heard of the girl but had never actually met her. And now here stood a pint size girl with a chip on her shoulder the size of his fist. He had never been a sociable person, tolerable at best. To say he was irritated would be an understatement. Making a pithy comment he prepared to step on the girl and forget about her when she talked back.
Intrigued Terazuma gave her one of his best glares and shot a scathing remark that would send anyone running. That was anyone who wasn't Yoru.
Yoru gave as good as she got, standing toe to toe with him, despite the fact that she had to look up to maintain eye contact.
The onlookers stared in awe as a match better than the ones between Terazuma and Tsuzuki. This girl was half his size and probably three times younger than him but here she stood toe to toe with the official bad ass of the department and gave as good as she got.
They could only stare as the two intellectuals glared and tried to outdo each other.
They where unaware of how long the match lasted but it was long enough to get a crowd and pool started.
"You know what is the scariest part?" asked Hisoka to no one in particular. He did not wait for an answer "They are actually enjoying this. They're having…fun."
After that Terazuma or Yoru made it a point to meet at least twice a week. One day to test their wit against each other and the other to compete in archery after they discovered it was a hobby they shared. Of course it ended up in competition but it was a stress reliever for Terazuma.
Something Wakaba and Tatsumi appreciated. Wakaba had even made a point to meet the infamous girl and enjoyed her company as much as Terazuma although in a much different way. They found their fun in running Terazuma up a wall.
Everything was going nearly perfect…too perfect.
Watari had noticed something he was concerned about but never mentioned. Instead he did what he was best at, observe and form conclusions later to be tested.
In this case it unfortunately concerned someone he considered a good friend.
He began to be concerned and be suspicious when Yoru would disappear for an hour or two with no one knowing where she went. At first he had dismissed it as everyone else as her empathic abilities needing a rest but the afternoon after Saya and Yuma his opinions had quickly changed.
After the teens had returned to the office Tatsumi had felt obligated to lecture the errant escapes in their unethical conduct and what not. Hisoka looked properly chastised although he couldn't quite hide the glimmer of happiness and excitement at doing something so unlikely and the rush of the flight had been nearly indescribable to someone who had always been tied to earth with heavy chains of contempt and pain.
Yoru was a different story. Although to a non observer she looked only impish Watari noted the unusual pale complexion and slightly labored breathing. Concerned he had wanted a moment with her but she disappeared.
Next time he saw her she looked fit as a fiddle but Watari was not convinced. He decided to keep an eye on her and what he discovered worried him more and more.
After her…entertainment with Terazuma that faithful afternoon he had noticed Yoru missing. When he went to look for her he found her leaning against a wall and breathing heavily clutching her stomach. Before he could approach she staggered off around the corner and he was unable to follow as Tatsumi decided that was enough fun and threatened to dock every ones pay if they did not return to their places in less than three minutes.
Any time Yoru used her unusual powers or overexerted herself in any way she would end up pale and shaky her breath labored a fine sheen of sweat. In an effort to keep a better eye on her or find the cause of these unusual symptoms Watari ended up inviting Yoru to his lab.
In turned out to be more than beneficial for him.
Yoru had a quick and bright mind when it came to science. She said it came from being a lab rat for all of her life. For what ever reason Yoru was happy to be there, it turned out she had missed the complexities and thrills that where found in a lab.
She was not a genius or anything but she did have an understanding and passion for enigmas. The unlikely pair could spend hours on end in a project with Yoru sometimes voicing out ideas or suggestions but more often than not a silent observer as well as support for Watari.
Another month passes after the incident after Watari found her against the wall after her battle with Terazuma that the subject of her health came up. This time however there was no turning a blind eye for any of them.
Watari and Tatsumi had joined Tsuzuki, Hisoka and Yoru in the young couple's office and had been talking about getting together for lunch, something Watari and Tsuzuki liked to call a double date when Yoru collapsed.
Yoru had been laughing along with the golden beam and the hyper puppy when she suddenly doubled over and fell to her knees. Her curse marks began to glow and she began to vomit violently. After her stomach emptied she had the dry heaves and her whole body was shaking, a small trickle of blood ran down the corner of her mouth.
Hisoka's own curse mark had begun to glow dully but nothing strong, they where just making themselves known.
The young woman collapsed after a feat of coughing onto her side where she laid still as death.
Panicked they took her to the infirmary to run test.
A cold feeling of dread gripping them all.
Muraki was back and his goal; Yoru.
(1) It will become clear in the next chapters how and why Hisoka managed to get..ahem aggressive.