Ok, this is just a bit of ramble the i wrote while bored. it was originally
going to be part of a BIG series, but i'm not quite sure how to make this
fit. Silly me...i wrote this without knowing my intent ^^; Anywho, please
forgive any spelling errors and blatent OOC-ness. These boys are very
complicated and not easy to write, even in the smallest of fics. Well, i
hope you can find some sense in this, cause i sure couldn't.
Untitled (For Now)
by Miki Robasu
(Warning: mild mild MILD shounen-ai. I don't know WHY i'm giving you a warning for this... If you have a problem with shounen-ai, then you can take it else where, cause that's what makes this series so much fun. (well, there ARE other things, but i just enjoy this part a whole lot. *grin*)
The hot sun beat down from it's afternoon position, causing Hisoka to groan. He hated summer, he really did. All that heat, sweat, uncomfortableness, pain, terror... Hisoka shook his head, trying to free it of those past memories. Why was he thinking of that now? It's been almost a year since they had last seen Muraki, and Hisoka couldn't be happier. Finally free from sleepless nights plagued with that bastard's image, not to mention the terrifying cures he put on him, he allowed himself to smile slightly. The sun may be hot, he told himself, but life, or death rather, couldn't be better.
Hisoka glanced over to where his partner sat, sakura leaves gently falling around him as he happily chewed on his sandwich. Tsuzuki looked up, waving, and Hisoka found himself waving back. Realizing what he was doing, he put down his hand, and turned his head in a huff. Damn it. He's always able to do that.
"Hisoka..." a small voice whined, shoving something at him. Hisoka blinked at the half of a sandwich that was hovering by his nose.
"What do you want?" he snapped, pushing the offering aside.
"I'm worried about you." Tsuzuki sat down next to Hisoka, causing the boy to shiver at the sheer closeness. "See? you're getting sick."
"No I'm not," he reponded difiently, as he willed his quikening pulse to yeild..
"And your not eating right either!" Tsuzuki said, his voice almost shocked that somebody would turn down food.
"It's...I just don't like to eat when it's hot. That's all."
"Hisoka, it's summer," he pointed out to him in a fatherly tone. "It's gonna be hot. And you, are gonna eat." Once again, he found the sandwich shoved at him. Hisoka looked at Tsuzuki's face, his amethyst eyes laced with worry. Reluctanly, he reached for the sandwich, taking a small bite. How does he do that? Make me do things i don't want to, simple by looking at me? he thought carefully as he chewed. As the older man beamed down happily, Hisoka blushed slightly and took another bite. He knew, in his heart, the reason. It was obvious. But...when was he going to admit it to himself?
Untitled (For Now)
by Miki Robasu
(Warning: mild mild MILD shounen-ai. I don't know WHY i'm giving you a warning for this... If you have a problem with shounen-ai, then you can take it else where, cause that's what makes this series so much fun. (well, there ARE other things, but i just enjoy this part a whole lot. *grin*)
The hot sun beat down from it's afternoon position, causing Hisoka to groan. He hated summer, he really did. All that heat, sweat, uncomfortableness, pain, terror... Hisoka shook his head, trying to free it of those past memories. Why was he thinking of that now? It's been almost a year since they had last seen Muraki, and Hisoka couldn't be happier. Finally free from sleepless nights plagued with that bastard's image, not to mention the terrifying cures he put on him, he allowed himself to smile slightly. The sun may be hot, he told himself, but life, or death rather, couldn't be better.
Hisoka glanced over to where his partner sat, sakura leaves gently falling around him as he happily chewed on his sandwich. Tsuzuki looked up, waving, and Hisoka found himself waving back. Realizing what he was doing, he put down his hand, and turned his head in a huff. Damn it. He's always able to do that.
"Hisoka..." a small voice whined, shoving something at him. Hisoka blinked at the half of a sandwich that was hovering by his nose.
"What do you want?" he snapped, pushing the offering aside.
"I'm worried about you." Tsuzuki sat down next to Hisoka, causing the boy to shiver at the sheer closeness. "See? you're getting sick."
"No I'm not," he reponded difiently, as he willed his quikening pulse to yeild..
"And your not eating right either!" Tsuzuki said, his voice almost shocked that somebody would turn down food.
"It's...I just don't like to eat when it's hot. That's all."
"Hisoka, it's summer," he pointed out to him in a fatherly tone. "It's gonna be hot. And you, are gonna eat." Once again, he found the sandwich shoved at him. Hisoka looked at Tsuzuki's face, his amethyst eyes laced with worry. Reluctanly, he reached for the sandwich, taking a small bite. How does he do that? Make me do things i don't want to, simple by looking at me? he thought carefully as he chewed. As the older man beamed down happily, Hisoka blushed slightly and took another bite. He knew, in his heart, the reason. It was obvious. But...when was he going to admit it to himself?
