01/18/08 -IMPORTANT REVISION. I've changed the POV of this chapter completely to third POV and fixed a multitude of grammatical errors. I hope readers of old and new can enjoy the revisions I've made!
Warnings: If you're still reading this and don't like Shounen-ai... You are in some major denial.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Yami no Matsuei, or the Irish poem. I merely borrow them for no profit whatsoever. My motivation is not money. It's purely entertainment.
Parings: Tsuzuki & Hisoka
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Leave me not, Love.—O Love, you will not leave?
Teach me instead how best to hold you in;
How best to make the shutters fast, and weave
My roses thicker where the walls are thin,
Tell me once more, since here you fell on bliss—
O speak, dear prisoner—you must answer this:
How, in my fortress, did you entrance win?
Answer—
--"Her sister", written by Moira O'Neill from Songs of the Glens of Antrim
Chapter 2: My Stray Cat
Tsuzuki was happy. 'Why' do you ask? Why was he so deliriously happy?
It was because he was currently nuzzled into Hisoka's hair, and very happily wrapped around him.
Sometime during late, late night or maybe sometime during the wee hours of the morning, Tsuzuki wasn't sure which it was, he had feared that this was all some feverish, desperate dream of his.
A sadistic dream that had started with Hisoka breaking down in front of him and giving in to the small comfort Tsuzuki had offered. A fairytale dream that would fade and only break him in the morning.
He really had tried hard not to reach over and cuddle with Hisoka, fearing that he would disappear and prove to Tsuzuki that it really was an illusion, or worse yet, finding Hisoka real, do something unforgivable to him. He had rolled away, facing away from the temptation that Hisoka presented, rebuking himself for the idiocy his wants were encouraging him to do.
After a good half hour, Tsuzuki found himself not tired, so he mashed the pillow around trying to get comfortable, and pulled the soft cotton sheets and comforter a little more over himself.
He thought that he should just go to sleep since he was bored from staring at the wall that was dimly lit by a night-light, but it had been a pleasant surprise to know that Hisoka used the small light that Tsuzuki had given him after his youthful partner had admitted to being afraid of the dark through tone alone.
Shifting, Tsuzuki gradually became aware of a tingly sensation growing stronger in the back of his mind. It was nearly a palpable sensation of being wrapped up tightly and carefully. At that moment, any allure of sweets would have been fruitless. He was at peace, something he never managed to reach through the ingestion sugar. Feeling a certain contentment he hadn't felt in a long time, he sighed and snuggled into the pillow Hisoka had given him.
Echoing Tsuzuki in the sighing sound, Hisoka shifted a bit, before settling down. Signaling his passage into slumber, Hisoka's breathing deepened, and Tsuzuki through the haze of involuntary contentment was slightly irked by the way Hisoka had fallen asleep so easily.
It occurred to Tsuzuki that he was familiar with this 'tingly' feeling. It was not unlike the wisp or slight trickle of senses not his own hovering at the corner of his mind when Hisoka discreetly read with his empathic ability.
The strength of the sensation though could only be matched with the memory of pain and determination that flooded back to him.
I protected him. At the time, that was the only thing he could think about as he bled to death.
'tsu… TSUZUKI!!'
He remembered the strong, metallic taste of his own blood in his mouth as he coughed wetly and how his hearing faded out and his vision splotched to mismatched grays and the reds brightened to magentas.
Despite his sacrifice, he couldn't though. He couldn't have possibly continued to protect him in such a state.
Arms had clutched tightly around him and fingers hadn't intended to dig into the gaping hole in his back, but it had been that burst of pain that had brought an extra ounce of adrenaline and insight to what lay ahead if Tsuzuki had died then. He couldn't let Muraki toy with him any longer, and raised an arm to grip weakly onto an arm that held him.
Please...! Hisoka!
A loud gasp of pain, but he had known the plan in the instant it was forced upon him.
I'm sorry.. for the pain.
'Fu.. Fool.'His partner had whispered.
A tingly surge of goosebumps had shot down through Tsuzuki like lightning as Hisoka gently and cleanly enveloped his mind, sinking against and in between the cracks. It had felt like they had no longer existed as separate entities, and it was the utter abundance of peace that Tsuzuki had nearly wept over the loss of, when they were no longer synchronized. It was only when he had realized that their separation had occurred only because Hisoka had collapsed from overexertion that he had firmly pushed his selfish thoughts back.
The feeling of contentment meant very explicitly that Hisoka was on the verge of synching with him.
Should I stop him? Should I wake him up from doing something he was not consciously meaning to do..?
Sudden warmth came in contact to his back as if his unconscious doubt and nostalgia had summoned it. Tsuzuki tensed, but "nn…" was all he heard from his now very snuggly, but usually 'no touchy' partner.
He was being spooned by Hisoka.
He couldn't resist to settle against him more naturally, wiggling against him, but Hisoka made a small shocked gasp as if aware of their contact and suddenly rolled violently away, pulling the covers with him.
Knowing his impulses were to blame, Tsuzuki sighed unhappily.
I should leave. He obviously doesn't want me here.
In response, he crept back to curl behind him, surprising the hell out of Tsuzuki, who had tensed unsure of what strange and unfamiliar territory he had stumbled upon with the unconscious Hisoka. He didn't want Hisoka pissed off at him when he woke up and found them cuddling. After no movement for a good minute thinking that he had fallen into a deeper sleep, Tsuzuki scooted away from him.
An arm smoothly flopped over his midsection tightening as he burrowed against Tsuzuki's back.
Hnn? Being surprised at Hisoka's forwardness was an understatement for Tsuzuki. He patted the curled arm reassuringly, understanding the hidden message. Hisoka didn't want to be left alone.
With little more than a soft pat, Hisoka had placed space between them again, leaving Tsuzuki a little puzzled and confused. He hadn't been earnest or overly affectionate. Though it was kind of cute to see his partner react more normally, Tsuzuki pouted rolling onto his back to turn his head towards him. Covered with bangs, Hisoka's face was unusually relaxed, and Tsuzuki's pout morphed into a sad smile, stopping himself from reaching out to touch the hair blocking the best view. He was unhappy that even unconsciously Hisoka fought against attachments.
Hisoka... why do you run from me? Why do you do this to yourself?
This pattern of 'snuggle, then retreat' repeated several times. After the fourth time he retreated, Tsuzuki's smile had turned a little dark at the fickleness of youth. He couldn't really blame him though, since he was the cause of Hisoka's obvious inner turmoil from their more-than-friends-but-not relationship. What Tsuzuki knew of his background made it clear that Hisoka hadn't the experience to deal with the strong feelings of attachment he had towards Tsuzuki, but it didn't stop his guilty, selfish thoughts that Hisoka would one day clear up his confusion by confessing that he had those feelings. Having decided that Hisoka would have to take the initiative, Tsuzuki had decided not to push it afraid of the backlash, and while he was perfectly aware of his own feelings, he couldn't declare something that would only cause Hisoka to run away screaming from the monster he was. That he must be.
Startled when Hisoka dropped an arm around him and laid his head on his chest, Tsuzuki didn't move an inch, refusing even his arms to wrap around him lest he move away again.
I can wait as long as you need.
Even without reciprocated contact, Hisoka half-sat up lurching, clumsily rolling over. Feeling the bed creak ominously, Tsuzuki quickly flung his arm out to scoop him up, saving him the pain of a nose-dive into his hard, wooden floor.
His face was slack with wide eyes, as his mouth opened dumbly at Tsuzuki. It was their lost connection that felt like a punch to his gut and made it hard for him to breath without whimpering.
Instead of following through with the thought of kissing Hisoka senseless, he smothered the desperation to do so thickly beneath other mundane thoughts and feelings, pulling him back onto the bed.
Patting the big blanket Tsuzuki covered him with down, he babbled about how he fell out the Western-style bed when he had first started using them. "Futons didn't have an edge to fall off of."
Hisoka's stunned look, as Tsuzuki thought it would, melted into indignation, deflected from the pain of loss Tsuzuki had buried. "Idiot, let go of me."
He smiled and released him, moving back to his own little space. As Hisoka slipped back into the clutches of unconsciousness, the tingliness reasserted itself. Wrapping the feeling back, Tsuzuki drifted to sleep, smiling happily.
When he woke up again, Hisoka was in his arms, legs twined through his own, and a head resting on his chest and arms comfortably folded underneath his hold.
Tsuzuki was very happy, but darker thoughts loomed. It occurred to him that Hisoka was only synching with him because he was having trouble sleeping, and in effect cuddled him only because that was what Tsuzuki wanted. With that new vein of reasoning, Tsuzuki tried pulling away. However, it was Hisoka who wouldn't let him go.
"Jus' a li'l long'r." He heard him murmur. Freezing in place, Tsuzuki decided that he should just stop trying to rationalize his actions and get some sleep. He wasn't looking forward to Hisoka's reaction in the morning when he woke up with his head buried against his chest, their limbs entangled.
More than likely Hisoka would hate him for it, and this would never take place again. As crazy as it sounded, Tsuzuki wanted to be able to sleep curled up with Hisoka every night, but knew the likelihood of that was near to nothing because of his partner's temper and insecurity.
Even with the threat of an angry Hisoka, Tsuzuki couldn't just leave him. Nightmares were always a nasty occurrence for him, but seemed graver for Hisoka. He'd never seen Hisoka sleep so well before, only catching his partner's fitful naps in the office. For a long time he had suspected Hisoka had insomnia, but didn't know if he just had trouble falling asleep or if it was caused by something darker, but after that nightmare he knew why Hisoka was a grouch. He didn't sleep. It was easy to grasp how his partner must struggle with it night after night stubbornly alone with his nightmares. It disheartened Tsuzuki that Hisoka could only reach out for attention in his sleep.
It might be for the best if Hisoka no longer wanted to sleep next to each other. Tsuzuki wasn't sure that he could trust his own subconscious to leave Hisoka untouched in his sleep. A soft muttering noise spoke into his chest and caught red-handed he immediately shoved his worries and anxieties back, knowing he could cause Hisoka to wake up in a bad mood.
He tenderly squeezed Hisoka in his arms once, cherishing his closeness, before his partner had the chance to shove him away in the morning.
In Tsuzuki's mind, the dawn steadily, gloomily approached as he allowed himself the bit of sleep he needed.
Hisoka woke to warmth. Warmth and sunshine.
Only once did a nightmare fall upon him. Nightmares for him were a constant, and he found it odd he only had one, followed by this nice semi-dream of Tsuzuki comforting him, after that many nicer dreams followed like when Tsuzuki fell asleep next to—
Hisoka's eyes snapped open, nearly nose-to-nose to a sleeping Tsuzuki.
He had a flash of panic, and, before he realized it, Tsuzuki's eyes fluttered open, slightly unfocused. He jerked back in reaction to their closeness, which Tsuzuki easily allowed though it still left their legs entwined.
Tsuzuki's face beamed with genuine happiness, apparently not at all bothered by the fact they had slept holding each other. "Good morning! Did you sleep okay?"
Hisoka grumbled, trying to not let his embarrassment show. "I slept fine. What time is it?" He slowly pulled his legs from the contact as Tsuzuki chirpily replied, "7:00!"
Still unused to Tsuzuki's casualness and energetic mood, Hisoka flushed with a deeper-than-usual scowl on his face, gracelessly sitting up and rubbing his eyes of grit. He didn't want to think of how he had gotten into that position with his partner but his mind was offering up a calm, methodical cause-and-effect. He had a nightmare. Tsuzuki had comforted him. He had allowed him to stay. They had fallen asleep separately. Obviously this was Tsuzuki's fault. At least the idiot had on a complete set of pajamas, especially since all Hisoka had on was a baggy, long-sleeved shirt and his underwear. Thankful that both articles of clothing were still on him and then immediately after wondered why he thought that, Hisoka was both embarrassed and bothered that his mind had jumped to that conclusion so easily.
His partner didn't seem the lecherous type and Hisoka had absolutely no evidence to the contrary, so it was bizarre that his first thought after waking was 'Are my clothes missing?'.
He also didn't want to think of how it was possible that Tsuzuki had come to his unconscious "summoning" last night. He'd think about it later, when he was alone.
Really, he would, even though he had distracted himself with his search for strength instead of dwelling on how he had thrown himself at Tsuzuki when he- No, thinking about it made his head hurt and his curse-marks burn painfully.
He rounded on his partner who had been staring at him blankly as he blindly paced from dresser and closet. "What're you doing still in bed?! We'll be late if we don't get ready!"
Tsuzuki popped into his super-deformed body sans puppy accessories, springing off the bed to cling to him. "Ooo! Let's bathe together Hisoka!"
"Stupid!" Hisoka thwapped him upside his head, as his blush waxed to full brightness. "I bathe alone!"
Even those little things he does and says so innocently with no feeling of perversion emitted from his mind make me wonder how the hell he can tease me so flippantly.
A little whine-whimper sounded from behind him, and Hisoka turned around to see a sobbing form of Tsuzuki's inexplicable smaller Puppy form, looking up sadly with those big, wide eyes. "Why? Does 'Soka hate me?"
He sighed rubbing his forehead, wishing that he had worn something that covered his body completely from sight. Tsuzuki's unrepentant staring unnerved him. "We are going to be late."
"That means 'Soka says 'Yes'?"
Recognizing the ache traveling down his spine as the telltale sign that his curse-marks would be flaring up very soon, Hisoka waved a hand in the direction of the bathroom. "No, that means 'Hisoka says No'. I have a shower-bath combination. It's small." He gave Tsuzuki an irritated look. "You have a bath at your place. Go. Take. It. There."
Please.
Sniffling, Tsuzuki's eyes got watery and his tail drooped, but he nodded sullenly. "Okayyy. 'Soka. Dun wanna be late, right...?"
"You'll be late anyway." Hisoka scowled at him as he watched his partner head towards the exit, tail wagging.
"Okay! I'll show 'Soka! I won't be late!" Smiling, he popped his head back in throwing a wink, no longer super-deformed. "I'll be back!"
Wincing as the curse-marks seared to life, Hisoka averted his gaze to hide his eyes from his partner, afraid that he'd snap at him because of the numb haze of pain that settled over him that leached color from the world around him.
Lucky enough, Tsuzuki was in a hurry to get ready that he didn't notice anything other than Hisoka's suddenly sour mood.
Idiot. Why the hell are you blushing?
Gathering his clothes and entering the bathroom, he glanced at the slight glaze in his eyes and the pink on his face. If Tsuzuki had known the pain he was in, he wouldn't have left so easily. His pajama shirt was nearly undone, hanging off his shoulders at an angle, exposing fairly visible red marks along his skin.
Ignoring the searing pain growing gradually worse, he frowned taking off shirt and underwear, and took a shower.
Going through the motions of dressing and other daily hygiene issues, he finally pulled on his favorite orange sweater completing the outfit.
As he entered the kitchen, there was no breakfast in mind like all mornings before. Seeing the book Tsuzuki presumably 'borrowed' from the library laying on the countertop, he picked it up and slipped on his shoes before leaving the house intent on arriving at JuuOhCho on time, but he didn't teleport there.
The lazy bastard probably isn't even out of his apartment yet. 'I won't be late' yeah, right.
He rang the doorbell twice to Tsuzuki's apartment. No answer. Checking his watch, it was 7:55.
Determined to drag his partner's butt to work, he opened the unlocked door and strode in.
Hisoka realized that for all the time they had spent as partners, never once did he step more than two meters inside of Tsuzuki's apartment, though he had been invited on several occasions. So he had never seen the large living room he was in now. He had only glimpsed just a part of the kitchen area, which was actually larger than he thought it would be, since Tsuzuki had little to none cooking skills. Hisoka had to admit that the man was stuck on the hobby no matter how poor his skill and seemed to be overcompensating for it.
After setting the book he was carrying down on the kitchen countertop, took note that his partner's apartment was an organized mess and how it looked lived in as he walked towards the source of Tsuzuki's loud singing. The idiot must not have heard the doorbell because of his singing.
Hisoka had been expecting something less clean for some reason. Like dirty clothes or dishes stacked up, but there was none of that. There was warmth to it that Hisoka's home lacked, but he couldn't define what it was. It wasn't like Tsuzuki had animals or an abundance of plants, but the space had a personal touch that Hisoka didn't afford to his own quarters.
As he traveled down the hall, passing a very small library on one side and a laundry room on the other, he knew he hadn't expected such a large apartment either. He climbed up the stairs, hearing the singing above him. He knew that Tsuzuki could only afford the place because of the elderly couple who 'owned' the property. Hisoka could guess at the actual situation but would rather ask him about it.
According to the hints Watari had randomly dropped on him, the penniless Tsuzuki once had a positive bank statement, which meant he hadn't always been living paycheck by paycheck and by the measly amount of money allotted for every mission like he was now.
How Watari had known, Hisoka hadn't asked, though he assumed that Watari had found out either by Tatsumi or through other less authorized means.
Now standing in front of the door where the singing seeped out, Hisoka was just about to knock, when Tsuzuki opened it for him.
In fact, Hisoka stood face to chest, to a very wet, very naked Tsuzuki.
Dark, wet hair plastered to his head, he only looked at Hisoka for a moment before breaking into a smile, making no move to cover himself.
"Is it time to go already?"
Hisoka was afraid his eardrums were going to burst from the loud hammering of his heart.
"Well, I don't have any problems with Hisoka standing in the doorway, but I didn't think he wanted us to be late." He winked.
BLUSH. Gods, did he have no modesty?
Gritting, Hisoka turned away from him, walking stiffly away. "Get dressed idiot, we're already late."
Cheerfully humming to himself, Tsuzuki casually strode to his room past Hisoka, unashamed of his nudity and unapologetic that Hisoka had turned in the wrong direction and met the wall ahead of him where a painting of a large flower hung only to turn around to see his partner's naked profile.
Tsuzuki popped his head back out of his room, leaning against the doorframe smiling, repeating himself since Hisoka hadn't responded the first time. "The kitchen's the other way."
Bristling with a small shake of his head, Hisoka's face burned, having been caught staring. "I know that! Hurry up." He turned around walking at a much faster pace down the stairs.
Tsuzuki smiled, as he rubbed the towel into his hair.
I guess I should stop teasing him, while I'm ahead. It probably wouldn't calm him down if I told him that I just wanted to make sure he wasn't staring at my rear, since that's exactly what he had been doing.
His partner's reaction was surprising to him since Hisoka usually overreacted when he was teased.
Maybe Hisoka really wouldn't mind bathing with me, if he can at least stand the sight of me. But then what's stopping him if not me?
He'd thought that Hisoka's past experience had caused his modesty, but thought it best not to bring up his blatant display of skin. It'd only inflame Hisoka's temper.
So I could never find out what he really thought, but it's not like he would tell me anyway. If I did I'd probably receive a whap to the head, the equivalent of a slap to my mind, and also several carefully chosen words screamed into my ears.
Tsuzuki sighed. He'd been pining so much over him that he could accurately predict his partner's actions before he actually tried anything.
Is that something to laugh at, cry over, or be feared?
'Idiot. Whatever you're moping over, drop it. It's obviously not worth bothering with.'
Too bad he is worth 'bothering with', right?
Deciding that he had spent long enough, he hastily pulled on his clothes and shoes, and grabbed his keys. Tightening his mental barriers fractionally more, Tsuzuki let out the air he hadn't realized he'd been holding before he entered the kitchen, and took his trenchcoat off the coat-rack, tugging it on securely.
Hisoka was reading a technical magazine Tsuzuki had left out the day before. His landlord's wife, Uemura Yuki, was a nice woman. She'd given Tsuzuki her husband Shigeru's old volumes instead of throwing them out. They were worn and crinkled but Hisoka treated it with the egalitarian respect he held for any other book he read.
A curious look with a bit of a baffled edge to it, he looked at Tsuzuki lips parted about to say something, and then his eyes flickered to the clock above the oven and that curious look melted into annoyance as his mask slammed down into place again.
"It's your fault we're late."
Not pointing out the fact that he could have easily gone to work without him, Tsuzuki smiled at him, snagging an orange to eat later. "Yeah, sorry about that."
He stood up almost reluctant to leave the magazine behind, walking to the door and opening it without looking back. "C'mon. Tatsumi's not going to be happy."
Tsuzuki snatched the magazine up tucking it into his coat, walking out the door and locking it. "Yeah."
The man couldn't stop smiling. Next to the technical magazine, the poetry book had laid innocently on the countertop, and Tsuzuki knew that he hadn't been the one to bring it home.
Catching up to Hisoka, Tsuzuki started nagging him to eat an early lunch, since they had missed breakfast, betting that Hisoka hadn't even thought about it.
He scowled and complained, but in the end he caved in, muttering about having to baby-sit a fully-grown man.
"I don't mind having a keeper, Hisoka." Tsuzuki gave him a soft, serious smile, that caused Hisoka to duck his head down to try to hide his blush as he hunched his shoulders up and shoved his hands in his pockets.
Super-deforming, Tsuzuki hugged him. " 'Specially if it's you!" I really don't mind...
Frozen, Hisoka looked at him warily, his eyes holding worlds of uncertainty within their depths.
Usually he'd throw Tsuzuki off, but he didn't this time, and so the taller man pulled back from him, giving him the space he must be wanting.
Spinning around in place, Tsuzuki caught a few stray sakura petals, holding the fistful of freshly fallen sakura out to him to distract him from the heavy thinking he was doing. "Seee!" Tsuzuki said, grinning widely at the light blush still on his face. It couldn't be a fever because Shinigami rarely became ill, so Tsuzuki was mostly unworried from the perpetual pink Hisoka still had on his face.
He scowled at him. "We're going to be really late now because of your childishness."
Tsuzuki pouted, before getting an idea. "Then, I have a good reason for being late!"
"What reason?" His green eyes were shooting daggers.
"Well…" Still smiling Tsuzuki leaned close to him as Hisoka's eyes searched his curiously. "Because you were in shock when I did…" Tsuzuki pecked a kiss on his cheek. "This!"
Flushing he stepped back a couple of paces in stunned shock, before yelling at him angrily. "PERVERT!"
SMACK.
"Meaaaniiiiiie..." Cupping his cheek and feeling the soreness fade away easily, Tsuzuki whined tearfully in puppy form. "It was a good idea! Right?"
"Anyone could see your intentions from a mile away, and not be shocked. Honestly, idiot." He grumbled, turning his head away and disappearing, apparently to work when he could have gone ages ago, but he hadn't.
If he could read me that easily, and didn't stop me, then our situation might be better than I anticipated.
Dropping his puppy act, Tsuzuki couldn't help but continue smiling, teleporting himself as well.
There was enough hope to keep on trying.
His partner was glaring and scowling again, asking what took so long. Tsuzuki glanced at his watch and estimated that only a minute had elapsed and inwardly wondered if Hisoka was always this sensitive to his presence. He was a lot like a skittish cat Tsuzuki had known when he was alive.
"Oh, well. I saw this stray and decided to give it some fish from this can I had in my pocket since it looked like it was starving, and then it darted away—"
"Tsuzuki, there aren't any strays in Meifu." Interrupting the obvious fib, he looked at Tsuzuki weirdly, not sure what his act was.
Tsuzuki smiled sheepishly like the idiot he was supposed to be. "Yeah. I suppose you're right. It must've been looking for its owner."
With hope, I can wait an eternity...
Fin.
Last Updated – August 22, 2006
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