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AN: Meh… why do I get this feeling that I can do better on this fic? Ah, yes… Inami gave me a good answer to the question "How did Tatsumi get a driver's license?". He actually can drive. He did that in the manga. As for the other question "Why don't they just teleport", well, just wait. All that will be explained in chapters to come. Warning: This chapter was really just filler. OOCness ensues. We get back to the in-character fluff much later. Anyway…
Chapter 3: Road Trip
"Since Watari can't see us off, we're going to have to walk." Tatsumi said. "You're fine with that, aren't you?" he asked Muraki who merely seemed to give a careless positive answer to that. "Why aren't we taking the car, then?" Hisoka asked.
"Saves on the cost of gasoline." Tatsumi replied as they headed down the street.
"So, where do we head from here?" Hisoka asked as soon as they had reached the first intersection. "Mmmm… left." Tatsumi replied, glancing around.
"Are you sure you know where you're going, clerk…?" Muraki asked.
"Yes I do, med school reject!" Tatsumi replied.
Sparks flared between the two. "What did you just call me?" Muraki demanded, fuming as his dignity was insulted. "I called you a med school reject because that's what you are!" Tatsumi cried.
"Clerk!" Muraki fired back.
"Med-school reject!"
Hisoka sighed and walked off.
"Childish…" he muttered.
[AN: I know… very OOC but I couldn't resist. This happened so… *sweatdrops at Xiamei*]
The three began to head to the first crossing. "We could cross the street from here and take a shortcut through the mall…" Tatsumi suggested. Hisoka shuddered. "The crowds…" he murmured to himself. "Why not…" Muraki agreed. "Keeps us out of the sun."
At that, the familiar sound of a cellphone going off came from Tatsumi's pocket. He paused a minute to answer whatever SMS came through. "It's from Tsuzuki. He wants to know where we are." He told Hisoka. "Ask him if he would be interested in us bringing him pie. We are passing by a pastry shop, after all…" Muraki noted.
Dirty glares from Tatsumi and Hisoka.
It took some managing and crowd fighting but the three men finally made their way to the south entrance of the mall. Muraki held back the urge to let out another chuckle when he noticed the sales attendants watching Hisoka as they passed. He was sure the young boy had caught whispers that carried the very same question. "Now then," Tatsumi said, turning to them. "When we exit through the south door, all we have to do is turn a left, cross the street and look for the house number.
Easier said then done.
They took the left and ended up walking into the open-air parking lot of a nearby hotel. "Tatsumi…where are we…?" Hisoka wondered.
"I know Tsuzuki said take a left. No matter…" Tatsumi replied.
Sooner or later, they reached the crossing. It was, however, a busy intersection and would take some doing to cross.
Hisoka, however, crossed it with no problem whatsoever. His hands jammed in his pockets and his eyes slightly shut, the shinigami crossed the street and very much oblivious to the busses and cars that passed. Much to Tatsumi's surprise, he avoided all of them flawlessly. "Ku…kurosaki!! M…matte yo!!!" Tatsumi cried, in a bit of a panic. Muraki, on the other hand, took his time to wait for the traffic light. Unlike his two companions, he was very much alive and refused to die in such a pathetic manner.
Now to look for the house number. Hisoka glanced about as the three walked the streets of this residential area. "So, tell me, bouya… why aren't you with Tsuzuki-san today?" Muraki asked. "None of your business." Hisoka replied.
"Very well…" the doctor said calmly.
"Kurosaki…. I'm sure Tsuzuki told you the house number…" Tatsumi said. "He did." Hisoka replied. "Where is it, then?" Tatsumi pressed on. "Hold on." Hisoka replied. Muraki glanced up at the street signs. "Perhaps we're on the wrong street…" he suggested. Hisoka looked up at the signs himself.
"Tsuzuki no baka…" he murmured under his breath.
Several streets later, they came to a stop at a house. "Oi! Hisoka!" called a familiar voice. "Tsuzuki!" Hisoka called. Tsuzuki was ecstatic as they approached. "Tatsumi-san! Glad you could come." He smiled.
He went as white as chalk when he saw who had accompanied them.
"Mu…mu…mu… MURAKI!!!!" Tsuzuki screamed, hiding behind Hisoka.
The doctor regarded with frightened shinigami with a wry smile.
"Long time no see, Tsuzuki-san… ogenki desu ka?"
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END OF CHAPTER THREE
Disclaimers: No one here belongs to me. I no own, you no sue. simply stated.
AN: Meh… why do I get this feeling that I can do better on this fic? Ah, yes… Inami gave me a good answer to the question "How did Tatsumi get a driver's license?". He actually can drive. He did that in the manga. As for the other question "Why don't they just teleport", well, just wait. All that will be explained in chapters to come. Warning: This chapter was really just filler. OOCness ensues. We get back to the in-character fluff much later. Anyway…
Chapter 3: Road Trip
"Since Watari can't see us off, we're going to have to walk." Tatsumi said. "You're fine with that, aren't you?" he asked Muraki who merely seemed to give a careless positive answer to that. "Why aren't we taking the car, then?" Hisoka asked.
"Saves on the cost of gasoline." Tatsumi replied as they headed down the street.
"So, where do we head from here?" Hisoka asked as soon as they had reached the first intersection. "Mmmm… left." Tatsumi replied, glancing around.
"Are you sure you know where you're going, clerk…?" Muraki asked.
"Yes I do, med school reject!" Tatsumi replied.
Sparks flared between the two. "What did you just call me?" Muraki demanded, fuming as his dignity was insulted. "I called you a med school reject because that's what you are!" Tatsumi cried.
"Clerk!" Muraki fired back.
"Med-school reject!"
Hisoka sighed and walked off.
"Childish…" he muttered.
[AN: I know… very OOC but I couldn't resist. This happened so… *sweatdrops at Xiamei*]
The three began to head to the first crossing. "We could cross the street from here and take a shortcut through the mall…" Tatsumi suggested. Hisoka shuddered. "The crowds…" he murmured to himself. "Why not…" Muraki agreed. "Keeps us out of the sun."
At that, the familiar sound of a cellphone going off came from Tatsumi's pocket. He paused a minute to answer whatever SMS came through. "It's from Tsuzuki. He wants to know where we are." He told Hisoka. "Ask him if he would be interested in us bringing him pie. We are passing by a pastry shop, after all…" Muraki noted.
Dirty glares from Tatsumi and Hisoka.
It took some managing and crowd fighting but the three men finally made their way to the south entrance of the mall. Muraki held back the urge to let out another chuckle when he noticed the sales attendants watching Hisoka as they passed. He was sure the young boy had caught whispers that carried the very same question. "Now then," Tatsumi said, turning to them. "When we exit through the south door, all we have to do is turn a left, cross the street and look for the house number.
Easier said then done.
They took the left and ended up walking into the open-air parking lot of a nearby hotel. "Tatsumi…where are we…?" Hisoka wondered.
"I know Tsuzuki said take a left. No matter…" Tatsumi replied.
Sooner or later, they reached the crossing. It was, however, a busy intersection and would take some doing to cross.
Hisoka, however, crossed it with no problem whatsoever. His hands jammed in his pockets and his eyes slightly shut, the shinigami crossed the street and very much oblivious to the busses and cars that passed. Much to Tatsumi's surprise, he avoided all of them flawlessly. "Ku…kurosaki!! M…matte yo!!!" Tatsumi cried, in a bit of a panic. Muraki, on the other hand, took his time to wait for the traffic light. Unlike his two companions, he was very much alive and refused to die in such a pathetic manner.
Now to look for the house number. Hisoka glanced about as the three walked the streets of this residential area. "So, tell me, bouya… why aren't you with Tsuzuki-san today?" Muraki asked. "None of your business." Hisoka replied.
"Very well…" the doctor said calmly.
"Kurosaki…. I'm sure Tsuzuki told you the house number…" Tatsumi said. "He did." Hisoka replied. "Where is it, then?" Tatsumi pressed on. "Hold on." Hisoka replied. Muraki glanced up at the street signs. "Perhaps we're on the wrong street…" he suggested. Hisoka looked up at the signs himself.
"Tsuzuki no baka…" he murmured under his breath.
Several streets later, they came to a stop at a house. "Oi! Hisoka!" called a familiar voice. "Tsuzuki!" Hisoka called. Tsuzuki was ecstatic as they approached. "Tatsumi-san! Glad you could come." He smiled.
He went as white as chalk when he saw who had accompanied them.
"Mu…mu…mu… MURAKI!!!!" Tsuzuki screamed, hiding behind Hisoka.
The doctor regarded with frightened shinigami with a wry smile.
"Long time no see, Tsuzuki-san… ogenki desu ka?"
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END OF CHAPTER THREE
Disclaimers: No one here belongs to me. I no own, you no sue. simply stated.