A.N.: Really sorry for not updating in a while, but I have been working on another fanfiction and a novel that I'm working on at home so I really didn't find any time for this. But luckily, I saw the error of my ways and have decided to go on with this story.

Tsuzuki wasn't dead. He actually hadn't been killed by Hisoka. He was so sure that Hisoka would've eliminated him after finding out about reading his diary/journal-thingy. Whatever Hisoka called it.

But no. He was not eliminated!

So, with an empty stomach and thumping heart, Tsuzuki climbed into bed, which he was forced to share with Hisoka. Not that he minded, of course, but he knew his partner well enough to know that Hisoka hated contact of any kind, especially when he was asleep. Because to Hisoka, that was when he was most vulnerable.

Sure, his logic was slightly twisted, and maybe he could be stubborn at times, but Hisoka really had been the best partner for Tsuzuki. Despite their differences, Hisoka understood Tsuzuki more than any other partner, and vice versa.

But it wasn't because Hisoka was an Empath. He had went through so much when he was younger, even being hated by his parents. He, too, was called a monster by people. No one wanted to be near him because they were afraid of him. Hisoka understood what it truly meant to be hurt. He understood what it meant for a heart to break into two.

Yet, Hisoka didn't want people to feel sorry for him. He wanted someone to care for him genuinely, enough to be able to push them away. Hisoka wanted someone who could be pushed away but still come back every time. Because, through all of his protests about touch and contact, Hisoka almost enjoyed it from time to time. He didn't ask for it, but it was an almost welcome sensation now. But not by anyone- it had to be Tsuzuki.

And Tsuzuki was proud of himself for that.

So he didn't mind just sitting there, watching his partner sleep. This was breaking the deal beyond any reasonable degree, but Hisoka wouldn't be awake to know, and Tsuzuki could just sit there for the entire night. He loved watching the even breaths of his partner, the way his mouth opened ever-so-slightly when he slept, the way he seemed so peaceful. It was a nice contrast to his normal attitude. The one where he hated everyone and everything.

But Tsuzuki liked that side to him, too. He would admit that he loved everything about Hisoka, even the more unfavorable parts, because that was what made Hisoka him. Without his stubborn behavior, he wouldn't be nearly as fun to hug, nor would it get the same reaction.

Hisoka mumbled something incoherent in his sleep. It was cute the way he did it. No one could imitate Hisoka perfectly, definitely not Tsuzuki.

He was so tempted to touch him, just to brush away a bit of hair from his face. He had soft hair that was just like a kitty. Saya and Yuma had agreed with him on that. He wanted to gently touch Hisoka's face just to see how soft his skin was. Ugh, Hisoka would beat him profusely for even thinking such thoughts. Good thing he's asleep.

Tsuzuki had considered it before, but he had always wondered what it would be like to give Hisoka a kiss on the cheek. He had first thought of it when they had initially met. They hated each other, but when it really came down to it, they worked as a team, helping each other without a second's thought.

Hisoka may have had a cold exterior, but he did care about people. At least he did about Tsuzuki. He had gone through a fire to save him, even when Tsuzuki had let him down. He had gotten hurt to save him, someone who didn't deserve it. He had cried for Tsuzuki, something that had never been done. Hisoka wanted him to exist just for himself. It might've been selfish, but Tsuzuki had never seen so much determination in Hisoka. He had broken down every wall that he had worked so long to build up just to keep Tsuzuki alive. Hisoka had allowed himself to be vulnerable for just a few minutes for Tsuzuki.

He didn't deserve it. Hisoka was better than that, but he chose Tsuzuki. They had both found a reason for living, each other. And right after that, Hisoka put up those same walls once more; he would no longer allow himself to be vulnerable for any amount of time.

Tsuzuki was fine with that. Even for just a split second, Tsuzuki had seen a side of Hisoka that the young Empath had never shown anyone else. It was almost comforting, really.

That was why Tsuzuki was just fine watching Hisoka sleep. He wouldn't have it any other way; he would never want another partner if something were to happen to Hisoka, which he couldn't even fathom.

Hisoka's breathing started to become irregular, almost erratic. He mumbled something in his sleep. He even tried moving, just to get away from something. And Tsuzuki knew who it was. He had known for a long time now about the dreams, but he hadn't expected nor did he desire for Hisoka to tell him about it. It was his own choice, and he wasn't ready.

Tsuzuki held Hisoka down to keep him from hurting himself. He hated to do this; he wanted to be able to help more than he was, but no matter what he tried, he couldn't make the dreams go away. And he would never be able to, not even after Muraki died.

Hisoka still tried to get out of Tsuzuki's grasp. He mumbled something quietly. " . . . zuki . . ." Without having to think, Tsuzuki already knew what he wanted to say. "Tsuzuki . . ." "Tsuzuki!"

Why he called his name while Hisoka had that nightmare, Tsuzuki wasn't for sure. A part of him also told him that Hisoka wasn't entirely sure, either. But he knew that Tsuzuki would protect him, and that was all that he had to go on.

"I'm here . . ." That was all he could say. Hisoka was never one for people muttering soft reassurances to soothe him; just knowing that Tsuzuki was there was probably enough reassurance for him.

Tsuzuki repeated himself again. He didn't want Hisoka to wake up. He didn't want to see someone so strong like Hisoka be broken down like that.

He would repeat himself as many times as it took for Hisoka to start to feel safe again. Because he didn't mind doing that for Hisoka. But only for Hisoka.

After several more simple phrases, Hisoka started to ease, his body almost becoming limp. His breathing hadn't completely slowed yet, but the nightmare was over. But Tsuzuki didn't dare get up. He knew that Hisoka was capable of having more than one nightmare per night. He hated how tired Hisoka always looked after a particularly bad night. But he never feel asleep at work, and Tsuzuki ventured to think that he didn't go to sleep any earlier, either.

But Tsuzuki didn't mind being with Hisoka every night, just to make sure that he wouldn't dream like that. He was fine with it.

A.N.: Sappy, I know. But I just wanted to add something sweet like this into the story. It's sorta foreshadowing some humor and possibly a bit more romance. I just think that Tsuzuki would be sweet enough to do this for Hisoka, so I kinda wanted to add in the story that they care about each other. Hope you enjoy! Please review~