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You already know what I'm going to say here so stop reading it and get to the story. Its much better than this stupid disclaimer, which I already told you not to read! Why are you still reading it! Go! Get out of here! geez....
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Something was wrong. Tsuzuki looked over at Hisoka sitting in the chair reading another large book, but there was something different. Something wrong.
And Tsuzuki didn't like it.
Hisoka looked up, his green eyes narrowed. "What? You've been staring at me for hours. Its giving me the creeps." He shivered as if to prove it.
Tsuzuki nodded slowly pouting slightly. "Sorry, Hisoka....I didn't mean to...." He wanted to say more, but he didn't want his partner mad at him.
Again....
Watari wandered in, his blonde hair braided behind him, 003 bobbing on his shoulder.
And a bottle in his hands. Tsuzuki stepped back instinctivly. "What's that, Watari?"
"My latest! Wanna try?" He held it out obviously proud of the slightly smoking pinkish fluid.
"No." Tsuzuki held his breath in cas the thin smoke had effects as well.
Watari pouted then noticed Hisoka sitting silently watching. "Ah! Bon! Have a taste?"
Hisoka jumped back a little as Watari shoved it forward and shook his head gathering himself again. "I'd r-rather not....." He looked uncertainly up at the scientist shinigami.
Watari pouted more straightening up. "You two are just no fun. I'll go find Tatsumi then."
Hisoka snorted as Watari left. "Like Tatsumi will agree to it."
"Nn....Hisoka?"
"What?"
"Its been over two weeks and there hasn't been anything about Muraki since the....'gifts'."
Hisoka looked up raiseing an eyebrow. "And this is bad.....?"
Tsuzuki nodded. "Its too quiet."
Hisoka glared at him for a long moment then nodded looking back at the book. "As long as he leaves us alone....I've got work to do." Hisoka stood up closing the book and left the room.
Tsuzuki stared sadly after Hisoka.
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"You look like shit, Muraki." The owner of the voice found this very amusing.
Muraki grunted a reply and winced in pain. Tight wire cut into his skin.
No. Not wire. Hair.
It couldn't be!
Hisoka folded his arms smirking. "Do you remember, Muraki?" Hisoka reached out and paulled at a strand slightly. The effect was a twang and another wince from Muraki. "You should. Hmm.....so where's Oriya when you need him?" Hisoka walked over towards the door, but didn't leave. "Tsuzuki's worried about you." Muraki lifted his head and glared feircely. "More like worried about what you're doing while we don't hear from you." Hisoka smirked. "But don't worry. I've got it taken care of. You won't hurt my Tsuzuki anymore."
Muraki glared after the boy. What had gone wrong? How had this happened?!
More importantly, how to get out of this....
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Hisoka stared down at the plate of 'food' in front of him. "What is this again?"
Tsuzuki beamed. "Misuyaki! I only changed the recipe a little."
Hisoka sweatdropped. "Changed it? Define a little....." Hisoka poked at the food with his chopsticks and wrinkled his nose.
Tsuzuki was watching excitedly so Hisoka took a deep breath and took a bite.
And tried not to die again.
"What exactly did you change, Tsuzuki?!" Hisoka coughed hard.
Tsuzuki looked up thinking. "I don't remeber exactly. Oh well. How was it?"
Hisoka got his coughing mostly under control and twitched. "I think I'll cook next time, ok?"
Tsuzuki nodded enthusiasctically and bounded around cleaning.
Hisoka smiled after Tsuzuki disapeared into the kitchen again. At least the idiot wasn't thinking about Muraki anymore.
Muraki.
Hisoka shuddered and sat back in the chair. He couldn't just keep Muraki tied up like that. He might eventually find a way free and then....
Hisoka shook his head to clear it. Killing Muraki hadn't worked yet, so why would it now?
Maybe I should tell Tsuzuki....
No. Then things would get complicated.
Hisoka put his chin in his hands and stared at nothing.
Tsuzuki waved a hand in front of Hisoka's vacant eyes. Hisoka blinked and sat up staring up at him. "Thinking hard, Hisoka?" Tsuzuki looked worried.
Hisoka shook his head. "Just....thinking." He gave a faint smile and Tsuzuki brightened and started dancing around.
"I made Hisoka smile!" He chanted in a sing song way. Hisoka snorted, but his smile didn't fade.
Tsuzuki finally sat down across from Hisoka grinning like an idiot. "I'm glad you came over, Hisoka. I've been worried about you lately."
"Worried? Why?"
"Because I care about my 'soka-chan!" Tsuzuki poked Hisoka's nose.
Hisoka rubbed his nose and frowned. "I ment what made you worry."
"Oh." Tsuzuki blinked and blushed slightly sweatdropping. "Sorry." Tsuzuki went serious suddenly. "You've been acting....different since the last case. And Muraki hasn't done anything, so I thought maybe that had something to do with it...."
Hisoka clenched a fist under the table. "I'm fine, Tsuzuki. I'm glad we haven't heard about Muraki lately. Its like a break right?"
Tsuzuki nodded slowly, but his worried expression didn't change.
"Hisoka-"
"Tsuzuki-"
Both Shinigami stared at each other for a long moment before Hisoka stood up quickly. "I-I should go. See you, Tsuzuki." And Hisoka was gone.
It was amazing how they could be in the same room and yet, be millions of miles apart.
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"Come to kill me yet?" Muraki smirked at Hisoka as he entered the room.
Hisoka grunted and glared at Muraki. "How can you still be so smug?"
Muraki just smiled. Hisoka growled. More than anything he wanted to be rid of Muraki.
But Muraki had that annoying tendency not to stay dead. Hisoka sat on the floor his back agasnt the wall.
What would Tsuzuki do? "Tsuzuki...."
Hisoka hadn't even realized he'd said it out loud until he heard Muraki laughing. "What's so funny, bastard?!"
"You. You sit here and brood over your beloved Tsuzuki and yet you do nothing to make yourself happier."
"What do you care about my happiness?" Hisoka picked up a peice of stone off the floor beside him and pitched it hard at Muraki, nailing him in the chest. "Or did you forget my 3 plus years of hell?"
Muraki winced, but didn't stop smirking long. "Its not your happiness I'm interested in. How does Tsuzuki take your ever cold shoulder?"
"Tsu-tsuzuki?" Hisoka looked up blinking then narrowed his eyes. "Leave Tsuzuki out of this."
"You won't let anyone hurt Tsuzuki hmm?"
Hisoka jumped up throwing another rock, this time at Muraki's head. "I said leave Tsuzuki out of this! I won't let you or anyone else hurt him!!"
"But who's to keep you from hurting him?"
Hisoka stopped, fist pulled back. "What?"
"Have you ever looked in Tsuzuki's eyes when you snap at him? You've never seen him after you leave the room. You are doing more damage than anyone else, little one."
Hisoka stepped back his eyes widening. That wasn't true. He'd never hurt Tsuzuki.
But he was. And he knew it.
Emotions flooded through him. He was hurting Tsuzuki. He was supposed to be protecting Tsuzuki.
This was all wrong.....
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Tsuzuki looked up.
"What's wrong?" Watari asked looking at his chocolate haired friend.
"I don't know....I just....feel it. Maybe I should go see Hisoka...." Tsuzuki stood up and started in the direction of Hisoka's house.
Why am I always so nice to him? He's always so mean to me. He'll probably even be mad I came over at all. I should-
Tsuzuki froze. He felt....something.
Hisoka? Yes. It felt like Hisoka. Like when he and Hisoka had talked mentally to each other that time.
As he got closer to the building the feeling got stronger.
And more precise.
Hisoka was in trouble! Tsuzuki dashed into the building letting Hisoka's feelings lead him to the boy.
What he found was about the last thing he ever thought he'd see.
You already know what I'm going to say here so stop reading it and get to the story. Its much better than this stupid disclaimer, which I already told you not to read! Why are you still reading it! Go! Get out of here! geez....
***************mmrp****************
Something was wrong. Tsuzuki looked over at Hisoka sitting in the chair reading another large book, but there was something different. Something wrong.
And Tsuzuki didn't like it.
Hisoka looked up, his green eyes narrowed. "What? You've been staring at me for hours. Its giving me the creeps." He shivered as if to prove it.
Tsuzuki nodded slowly pouting slightly. "Sorry, Hisoka....I didn't mean to...." He wanted to say more, but he didn't want his partner mad at him.
Again....
Watari wandered in, his blonde hair braided behind him, 003 bobbing on his shoulder.
And a bottle in his hands. Tsuzuki stepped back instinctivly. "What's that, Watari?"
"My latest! Wanna try?" He held it out obviously proud of the slightly smoking pinkish fluid.
"No." Tsuzuki held his breath in cas the thin smoke had effects as well.
Watari pouted then noticed Hisoka sitting silently watching. "Ah! Bon! Have a taste?"
Hisoka jumped back a little as Watari shoved it forward and shook his head gathering himself again. "I'd r-rather not....." He looked uncertainly up at the scientist shinigami.
Watari pouted more straightening up. "You two are just no fun. I'll go find Tatsumi then."
Hisoka snorted as Watari left. "Like Tatsumi will agree to it."
"Nn....Hisoka?"
"What?"
"Its been over two weeks and there hasn't been anything about Muraki since the....'gifts'."
Hisoka looked up raiseing an eyebrow. "And this is bad.....?"
Tsuzuki nodded. "Its too quiet."
Hisoka glared at him for a long moment then nodded looking back at the book. "As long as he leaves us alone....I've got work to do." Hisoka stood up closing the book and left the room.
Tsuzuki stared sadly after Hisoka.
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"You look like shit, Muraki." The owner of the voice found this very amusing.
Muraki grunted a reply and winced in pain. Tight wire cut into his skin.
No. Not wire. Hair.
It couldn't be!
Hisoka folded his arms smirking. "Do you remember, Muraki?" Hisoka reached out and paulled at a strand slightly. The effect was a twang and another wince from Muraki. "You should. Hmm.....so where's Oriya when you need him?" Hisoka walked over towards the door, but didn't leave. "Tsuzuki's worried about you." Muraki lifted his head and glared feircely. "More like worried about what you're doing while we don't hear from you." Hisoka smirked. "But don't worry. I've got it taken care of. You won't hurt my Tsuzuki anymore."
Muraki glared after the boy. What had gone wrong? How had this happened?!
More importantly, how to get out of this....
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Hisoka stared down at the plate of 'food' in front of him. "What is this again?"
Tsuzuki beamed. "Misuyaki! I only changed the recipe a little."
Hisoka sweatdropped. "Changed it? Define a little....." Hisoka poked at the food with his chopsticks and wrinkled his nose.
Tsuzuki was watching excitedly so Hisoka took a deep breath and took a bite.
And tried not to die again.
"What exactly did you change, Tsuzuki?!" Hisoka coughed hard.
Tsuzuki looked up thinking. "I don't remeber exactly. Oh well. How was it?"
Hisoka got his coughing mostly under control and twitched. "I think I'll cook next time, ok?"
Tsuzuki nodded enthusiasctically and bounded around cleaning.
Hisoka smiled after Tsuzuki disapeared into the kitchen again. At least the idiot wasn't thinking about Muraki anymore.
Muraki.
Hisoka shuddered and sat back in the chair. He couldn't just keep Muraki tied up like that. He might eventually find a way free and then....
Hisoka shook his head to clear it. Killing Muraki hadn't worked yet, so why would it now?
Maybe I should tell Tsuzuki....
No. Then things would get complicated.
Hisoka put his chin in his hands and stared at nothing.
Tsuzuki waved a hand in front of Hisoka's vacant eyes. Hisoka blinked and sat up staring up at him. "Thinking hard, Hisoka?" Tsuzuki looked worried.
Hisoka shook his head. "Just....thinking." He gave a faint smile and Tsuzuki brightened and started dancing around.
"I made Hisoka smile!" He chanted in a sing song way. Hisoka snorted, but his smile didn't fade.
Tsuzuki finally sat down across from Hisoka grinning like an idiot. "I'm glad you came over, Hisoka. I've been worried about you lately."
"Worried? Why?"
"Because I care about my 'soka-chan!" Tsuzuki poked Hisoka's nose.
Hisoka rubbed his nose and frowned. "I ment what made you worry."
"Oh." Tsuzuki blinked and blushed slightly sweatdropping. "Sorry." Tsuzuki went serious suddenly. "You've been acting....different since the last case. And Muraki hasn't done anything, so I thought maybe that had something to do with it...."
Hisoka clenched a fist under the table. "I'm fine, Tsuzuki. I'm glad we haven't heard about Muraki lately. Its like a break right?"
Tsuzuki nodded slowly, but his worried expression didn't change.
"Hisoka-"
"Tsuzuki-"
Both Shinigami stared at each other for a long moment before Hisoka stood up quickly. "I-I should go. See you, Tsuzuki." And Hisoka was gone.
It was amazing how they could be in the same room and yet, be millions of miles apart.
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"Come to kill me yet?" Muraki smirked at Hisoka as he entered the room.
Hisoka grunted and glared at Muraki. "How can you still be so smug?"
Muraki just smiled. Hisoka growled. More than anything he wanted to be rid of Muraki.
But Muraki had that annoying tendency not to stay dead. Hisoka sat on the floor his back agasnt the wall.
What would Tsuzuki do? "Tsuzuki...."
Hisoka hadn't even realized he'd said it out loud until he heard Muraki laughing. "What's so funny, bastard?!"
"You. You sit here and brood over your beloved Tsuzuki and yet you do nothing to make yourself happier."
"What do you care about my happiness?" Hisoka picked up a peice of stone off the floor beside him and pitched it hard at Muraki, nailing him in the chest. "Or did you forget my 3 plus years of hell?"
Muraki winced, but didn't stop smirking long. "Its not your happiness I'm interested in. How does Tsuzuki take your ever cold shoulder?"
"Tsu-tsuzuki?" Hisoka looked up blinking then narrowed his eyes. "Leave Tsuzuki out of this."
"You won't let anyone hurt Tsuzuki hmm?"
Hisoka jumped up throwing another rock, this time at Muraki's head. "I said leave Tsuzuki out of this! I won't let you or anyone else hurt him!!"
"But who's to keep you from hurting him?"
Hisoka stopped, fist pulled back. "What?"
"Have you ever looked in Tsuzuki's eyes when you snap at him? You've never seen him after you leave the room. You are doing more damage than anyone else, little one."
Hisoka stepped back his eyes widening. That wasn't true. He'd never hurt Tsuzuki.
But he was. And he knew it.
Emotions flooded through him. He was hurting Tsuzuki. He was supposed to be protecting Tsuzuki.
This was all wrong.....
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Tsuzuki looked up.
"What's wrong?" Watari asked looking at his chocolate haired friend.
"I don't know....I just....feel it. Maybe I should go see Hisoka...." Tsuzuki stood up and started in the direction of Hisoka's house.
Why am I always so nice to him? He's always so mean to me. He'll probably even be mad I came over at all. I should-
Tsuzuki froze. He felt....something.
Hisoka? Yes. It felt like Hisoka. Like when he and Hisoka had talked mentally to each other that time.
As he got closer to the building the feeling got stronger.
And more precise.
Hisoka was in trouble! Tsuzuki dashed into the building letting Hisoka's feelings lead him to the boy.
What he found was about the last thing he ever thought he'd see.