A.N.: Alright-y then! I am forever grateful for all of you for giving me the most reviews that I've ever had for a story. Funny enough, the previous chapter originally gave me a total of 67 reviews, but I look at my stories today, and I see a whopping 81. I'm all like, What? So, I check, and I'm very happy to say that I have another fan of my story who commented on most, if not all, of my chapters! You know who you are, and you're awesome!

Bored. That was a perfect way to describe the wonders of doing paperword. Bored, boring, been bored, will be bored. Point was, paperwork was dull and uneventful. And for the most part, Tsuzuki wasn't even for sure what he was supposed to be doing! He figured looking over the documents carefully then signing his name at the bottom (if there was a line for that at the bottom) would be sufficient, but Tatsumi was even more picky than Hisoka. Which was scary.

Speaking of, where was his partner? Hisoka, even pretending to be him, was never late for anything. It might've killed the Empath to be late for any sort of meeting, and while paperwork wasn't a meeting, he still hated to be late!

At least there was no one to nag Tsuzuki about his paperwork. Which, in all reality, was the best kind of day, but when Tsuzuki had to pretend to be Hisoka, that meant a very boring day. Because he'd actually have to fill things out instead of looking out the window all day. And there were so many eventful things outside!

But seriously, where was Hisoka? It had been quite a while since Tsuzuki had seen him, and the farthest corners of his brain got the slightest bit terrified should something have happened. Hisoka wasn't very strong, and he didn't have a Shikigami (R.I.P. Rico), so he was pretty much defenseless. That was just asking for something bad to happen! Not to say that Hisoka wasn't careful about everything that he did, but one could never get too comfortable. Anywhere!

Maybe Hisoka had went to the kitchen. That could be it. Unfortunately, before he got up, Tsuzuki remembered that he wasn't allowed near the kitchen, let alone inside it. His hopes of finding his partner were dashed, but then he remembered that he wasn't actually Tsuzuki today, which meant that Hisoka was always allowed inside the kitchen, which meant that he was allowed inside the kitchen! It was perfect, really!

With his spirits raised once more, Tsuzuki practically marched happily to the kitchen, intent on finding his partner. And he noticed that Hisoka was just then walking out of the kitchen. The Empath noticed Tsuzuki and planted a fake yet cute smile on his face. "Tsuzuki, I'm glad I caught you! I wanted you to try something!"

How sweet! Hisoka had been in the kitchen all morning making something just for Tsuzuki. It was probably a thank you, seeing as how he had made such a wonderful cold remedy for Hisoka earlier. But because he was Hisoka, he had to put on a frowny face instead of the thankful smile that he would rather make.

Hisoka had made cupcakes. Frankly, Tsuzuki didn't even know that he knew how to make them, but apparently they did, and they looked . . . Well, not all food has to look wonderful. After all, it was the contents inside that really counted. Tsuzuki picked up one carefully, not wanting to break it or disrupt it, but he still managed to keep his cold and uncaring face. Hold on, Hisoka never, not even as Tsuzuki, made cupcakes. He absolutely hated cupcakes! Tsuzuki knew that for a fact, because the teen hated any sort of sweet, and that was, like, the pastry prince! It was just below the cake and the pie! Which, Hisoka hated both, but that was for a different story!

Now he really was skeptical. It was quite odd for this sort of behavior, and that was what slightly unnerved the older Shinigami. Hisoka looked up at him with an almost hurt expression. "You'll eat it, right? I worked all morning to make them!"

Alright, he really was adorable. So adorable, in fact, that Tsuzuki couldn't help but feel bad for hesitating for so long. He wanted to reassure his partner eagerly and eat the cupcake right then and there, but he knew that Hisoka would never do that, and they were still having that bet! Doughnuts were just as important as the pastry prince! "I might."

"Then eat up!" Hisoka chirped. Tsuzuki noticed a slight grimacing expression after the young Shinigami said that, so he obviously didn't like the action of chirping as such. Still, it was really cute to see him do that.

Did he smell cinnamon? Yes, that was most certainly cinnamon. It was the unmistakable scent of cinnamon, definitely. Cinnamon was a fun word, Tsuzuki then figured out. It was spelled so strangely, and it had three syllables. Words with three syllables were usually fun words! Like, Hisoka. Or Tsuzuki. Or Watari. Or Tatsumi. Or Konoe. Not Muraki. Or Hijiri. Or Maria. Sorta Tsubaki. Used-to-be Mitani. Or Suzaku. Or Byakko. Or Wakaba. Not Hajime.

See. Three syllable words were usually fun. Moving on, it was definitely cinnamon.

Breathing in slightly, Tsuzuki took a hesitant bite of the cupcake. It was rather moist, kind of crunch in some parts, good texture, excellent cinnamon-y flavor. All in all, these cupcakes rocked!

"I have to say, these are pretty good." Not just pretty good, really good! Hisoka's cooking rivaled Tsuzuki's, and that was saying something. Strangely enough, though, the blonde tilted his head slightly and look kind of miffed.

"Huh?"

"I know I don't compliment things often, but these cupcakes are really good, Hisoka. The cinnamon adds for a good flavor."

"Huh?"

Why was he so shocked? Obviously, these were the awesomest cupcakes ever! Hisoka was just so humble sometimes. And honestly, it was so refreshing sometimes. What a humble person, his partner was.

"Huh?"

A.N.: Yeah, I know it was a pretty short chapter, but I just needed to get it out of my system. Still, it was fun writing, and even though 'Soka-chan's my fav character, I just can't seem to stop torturing him! I have the strangest way of loving things, don't I?