Ch 2. There's something about Tsuzuki. . .
The bitch was back. . .
"Hisoka. . . wait up!" Inu-Tsuzuki whined latching onto Hisoka's arm again.
"Walk faster!"
. . . and she'd bought friends.
The colour spectrum applauded as Hisoka found a new shade of red to turn at finding his arm nestled between Tsuzuki's breasts.
"I can't!" He. . . she. . . replied tearfully. "It's these shoes!" Wailed Tsuzuki pointing at his feet.
"WHAT THE HELL?!?!"
"It's a classic 4" heel with a sexy, removable ankle strap." Replied Tsuzuki verbatim.
"WHY?"
"My shoes didn't fit anymore." Tsuzuki explained, lip starting to quiver.
"WAKABA DOESN'T WEAR . . . THOSE!" Exclaimed Hisoka indignantly.
". . . Wakaba had to borrow them from Yuma since I have smaller feet than her. . . . See Watari says that my body mass stays the same just gets reassigned to other places, like most parts of me got smaller (some bits gone altogether) but I did get these really nice. . . " Hisoka interrupted seeing where this was going as Tsuzuki indicated his. . . . Torso.
"I get the general idea!" He massaged his temples in a futile gesture to ward off the migraine he was developing. "Yuma knows?"
"And Saya!" Chirped Tsuzuki.
"Did everyone know about this except me?" Asked Hisoka poutily.
"Hmm. . . nope! Just Watari, Yuma, Saya, Wakaba and Terazuma."
"Terazuma? No. . . don't answer that.. " He gave a defeated sigh. "I suppose we need to get some more practical footwear before following up the Shiryou (knowing my luck you'll break your ankle if you remain in those things). " Jinx!
"Sankyuu!" Tsuzuki making a leap to glomp Hisoka again. . . Unfortunately Hisoka was equipped with inu-radar and out of habit sidestepped. . . . Mistake. . . big mistake.
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"Itetetete. . . " Moaned Tsuzuki clasping his. . . her. . . ankle as Hisoka helped him sit in the booth at a café that had no other claim to fame than being the closest place to the scene. "Gomen nasai Hisoka." Muttered a miserable Tsuzuki. The manager of the store was quick to offer an ice pack but Hisoka suspected this had more to do with the way that Tsuzuki's skirt was riding high than any genuine concern.
"It's okay Tsuzuki, I don't think it's broken." Hisoka had already resigned himself that today would be hell. Best not to make it worse by having the baka blubbering as well.
"'Soka is so. . . so. . . good to me!" Wailed Tsuzuki releasing a new torrent of tears. Hisoka felt liked slapping himself.
"Baka. Just stay here. Keep your foot raised!" He took his jacket off folding it to cushion Tsuzuki's foot on the seat opposite. "With your accelerated healing it shouldn't need anything else, I'll see if I can get some shoes you can actually walk in."
"'Sokaaaaaa. . . . Arigatooooou."
"Keep your sunglasses on, your eye's are too distinctive. . . and for Enma's sake keep your knees together!"
". . . " Somewhere in the last hour Inu-Tsuzuki had evolved into a fox. It wasn't that big of an evolutionary leap really since foxes also belonged to the canine family. Kitsune-Tsuzuki melted Hisoka's defenses with a single smile.
"I have to go now. . . " He muttered to no one in particular, starting to feel faint.
"Don't worry kid, I'll take good care of your sister!" Cheered the shop manager.
"'Soka?" Called Tsuzuki to Hisoka who was currently using his best scowl (usually reserved for Tsuzuki) on the manager). "Make sure they match this!" He cried holding up a black handbag. "Wakaba said it's really important!"
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Tsuzuki was discovering it took more concentration than expected to keep his knee's touching at all times. This proved to be incredibly awkward, especially when one leg was raised slightly. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out why it was necessary either, but since Hisoka had insisted, it was probably important. . . or maybe just an etiquette thing. . . Hisoka was pretty pedantic when it came to table manners and stuff. The remaining number of brain cells was divided between anticipation for the pie he'd ordered and the pain in his ankle, which, as Hisoka suspected, was just rolled (most of the pain had already subsided).
So caught up in this three way division of brain resources, he failed to notice someone come to stand behind him. Thankfully it hadn't rendered Tsuzuki insensate (as hypothesized by several colleges) and he reacted with suitable horror when someone started to suck his neck while groping his chest.
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Muraki stared at his hands in shock. Since when did. . . no. . . it was just some woman. Admittedly she had a high spiritual capability, but obviously no training or real knowledge of it since her only defense at his.. ahem. . . case of mistaken identity had been to whack him across the head with her handbag. Now she was backed up against the far end of the table brandishing a bread knife.
"I'm awfully sorry miss. . . " Schmoozed Muraki, "I assure you, I mistook you for... a friend of mine." This didn't seem to comfort her at all, she stepped further back, tripping on her over-sized trench coat (Muraki noted the same one that convinced him he'd found his favorite pet) and in a flash of pink panties was sprawled on the floor.
"Miss. . . "
"Ite!" She cried miserably, clutching her ankle which had buckled under her when she tried to put weight on it.
"Please.. I'm a doctor. . . " He tried as she withdrew again. Ironically, he knew he had looks and charisma enough to make any woman want to give herself to him, but it seemed if you touched the woman up first she wasn't so eager to give you permission. What a delightful challenge. . . but how could he possibly refuse such a prize? She was a dead ringer for Tsuzuki. . . he giggled to himself at the pun. . . he just knew the dark haired shinigami would appreciate it. . . after he'd tapped off all that delectable spiritual energy of course.
Ah, and finally the pain had gotten the better of her, she slowly extended her ankle with a wretched pout for him to examine.
"I think it might be broken." He replied strait faced giving the foot a callous twist.
"Ahh! But my friend said it was just twisted!"
"Oh. Is your friend a doctor?" He asked.
"Well. . . no. . . " Pout. Tears.
'No. I didn't think so.' He smirked. The woman was now hanging off his every word as he described the possibilities of it being set wrong if not treated straight away. "I'm a doctor at a nearby hospital. I suggest you come with me and get an x-ray!" He tried to keep the note of triumph out of his voice as he finished.
"Oh. I can't, my friend should be back any minute now." Tsuzuki replied cutely with a forced smile. No? Was it possible this woman was blowing him off? Impossible.
"I see."
"It's probably best if you weren't here when he got back." Tsuzuki added sincerely. A male friend then. Did she think this was all just some elaborate pick-up line? . . . which technically it was, but that was aside from the point.
"I'm quite serious about your ankle, it could be broken." In fact, it was definitely broken, he'd made sure of that himself when he'd examined it. "Please. . . if the pain doesn't recede, come and see me." He replied casually passing her his card, with nothing that could be mistaken for anything other than the concern of a doctor for a patient. He was good. He was very, very good.
"Sankyuu!" Tsuzuki responded merrily pocketing the card as the good doctor backed off barely hiding a smirk. As soon as she tried to walk on that ankle she'd have to come to the hospital and he wanted to be there when she arrived - not to mention he had a murder to schedule.
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Tsuzuki was celebrating his impromptu under cover mission with apple pie a la mode when Hisoka came in. . . and you didn't have to be an empath to feel the waves of anger rolling off the boy.
'They're women's shoes dammit! Why would they be for me?' The attendant had helpfully suggested a slightly larger size.
He didn't know why, but he'd been overpowered by the need to find the perfect set of pumps to match Tsuzuki's handbag. If he ever found out who or what had cast the suggestion spell on him they'd be.. be. . . Tsuzuki- kitsune was licking the last of the ice-cream from the spoon with relish, much to the delight of the male patronage of the café which seemed to be mesmerized watching HIS partner eat.
"Ba. . . Baka! I thought I told you to keep your foot..!" He stopped suddenly, pointing a somewhat shaky, accusatory finger. "ki-Ki- KISUMAAKU!!!"
The bitch was back. . .
"Hisoka. . . wait up!" Inu-Tsuzuki whined latching onto Hisoka's arm again.
"Walk faster!"
. . . and she'd bought friends.
The colour spectrum applauded as Hisoka found a new shade of red to turn at finding his arm nestled between Tsuzuki's breasts.
"I can't!" He. . . she. . . replied tearfully. "It's these shoes!" Wailed Tsuzuki pointing at his feet.
"WHAT THE HELL?!?!"
"It's a classic 4" heel with a sexy, removable ankle strap." Replied Tsuzuki verbatim.
"WHY?"
"My shoes didn't fit anymore." Tsuzuki explained, lip starting to quiver.
"WAKABA DOESN'T WEAR . . . THOSE!" Exclaimed Hisoka indignantly.
". . . Wakaba had to borrow them from Yuma since I have smaller feet than her. . . . See Watari says that my body mass stays the same just gets reassigned to other places, like most parts of me got smaller (some bits gone altogether) but I did get these really nice. . . " Hisoka interrupted seeing where this was going as Tsuzuki indicated his. . . . Torso.
"I get the general idea!" He massaged his temples in a futile gesture to ward off the migraine he was developing. "Yuma knows?"
"And Saya!" Chirped Tsuzuki.
"Did everyone know about this except me?" Asked Hisoka poutily.
"Hmm. . . nope! Just Watari, Yuma, Saya, Wakaba and Terazuma."
"Terazuma? No. . . don't answer that.. " He gave a defeated sigh. "I suppose we need to get some more practical footwear before following up the Shiryou (knowing my luck you'll break your ankle if you remain in those things). " Jinx!
"Sankyuu!" Tsuzuki making a leap to glomp Hisoka again. . . Unfortunately Hisoka was equipped with inu-radar and out of habit sidestepped. . . . Mistake. . . big mistake.
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"Itetetete. . . " Moaned Tsuzuki clasping his. . . her. . . ankle as Hisoka helped him sit in the booth at a café that had no other claim to fame than being the closest place to the scene. "Gomen nasai Hisoka." Muttered a miserable Tsuzuki. The manager of the store was quick to offer an ice pack but Hisoka suspected this had more to do with the way that Tsuzuki's skirt was riding high than any genuine concern.
"It's okay Tsuzuki, I don't think it's broken." Hisoka had already resigned himself that today would be hell. Best not to make it worse by having the baka blubbering as well.
"'Soka is so. . . so. . . good to me!" Wailed Tsuzuki releasing a new torrent of tears. Hisoka felt liked slapping himself.
"Baka. Just stay here. Keep your foot raised!" He took his jacket off folding it to cushion Tsuzuki's foot on the seat opposite. "With your accelerated healing it shouldn't need anything else, I'll see if I can get some shoes you can actually walk in."
"'Sokaaaaaa. . . . Arigatooooou."
"Keep your sunglasses on, your eye's are too distinctive. . . and for Enma's sake keep your knees together!"
". . . " Somewhere in the last hour Inu-Tsuzuki had evolved into a fox. It wasn't that big of an evolutionary leap really since foxes also belonged to the canine family. Kitsune-Tsuzuki melted Hisoka's defenses with a single smile.
"I have to go now. . . " He muttered to no one in particular, starting to feel faint.
"Don't worry kid, I'll take good care of your sister!" Cheered the shop manager.
"'Soka?" Called Tsuzuki to Hisoka who was currently using his best scowl (usually reserved for Tsuzuki) on the manager). "Make sure they match this!" He cried holding up a black handbag. "Wakaba said it's really important!"
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Tsuzuki was discovering it took more concentration than expected to keep his knee's touching at all times. This proved to be incredibly awkward, especially when one leg was raised slightly. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out why it was necessary either, but since Hisoka had insisted, it was probably important. . . or maybe just an etiquette thing. . . Hisoka was pretty pedantic when it came to table manners and stuff. The remaining number of brain cells was divided between anticipation for the pie he'd ordered and the pain in his ankle, which, as Hisoka suspected, was just rolled (most of the pain had already subsided).
So caught up in this three way division of brain resources, he failed to notice someone come to stand behind him. Thankfully it hadn't rendered Tsuzuki insensate (as hypothesized by several colleges) and he reacted with suitable horror when someone started to suck his neck while groping his chest.
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Muraki stared at his hands in shock. Since when did. . . no. . . it was just some woman. Admittedly she had a high spiritual capability, but obviously no training or real knowledge of it since her only defense at his.. ahem. . . case of mistaken identity had been to whack him across the head with her handbag. Now she was backed up against the far end of the table brandishing a bread knife.
"I'm awfully sorry miss. . . " Schmoozed Muraki, "I assure you, I mistook you for... a friend of mine." This didn't seem to comfort her at all, she stepped further back, tripping on her over-sized trench coat (Muraki noted the same one that convinced him he'd found his favorite pet) and in a flash of pink panties was sprawled on the floor.
"Miss. . . "
"Ite!" She cried miserably, clutching her ankle which had buckled under her when she tried to put weight on it.
"Please.. I'm a doctor. . . " He tried as she withdrew again. Ironically, he knew he had looks and charisma enough to make any woman want to give herself to him, but it seemed if you touched the woman up first she wasn't so eager to give you permission. What a delightful challenge. . . but how could he possibly refuse such a prize? She was a dead ringer for Tsuzuki. . . he giggled to himself at the pun. . . he just knew the dark haired shinigami would appreciate it. . . after he'd tapped off all that delectable spiritual energy of course.
Ah, and finally the pain had gotten the better of her, she slowly extended her ankle with a wretched pout for him to examine.
"I think it might be broken." He replied strait faced giving the foot a callous twist.
"Ahh! But my friend said it was just twisted!"
"Oh. Is your friend a doctor?" He asked.
"Well. . . no. . . " Pout. Tears.
'No. I didn't think so.' He smirked. The woman was now hanging off his every word as he described the possibilities of it being set wrong if not treated straight away. "I'm a doctor at a nearby hospital. I suggest you come with me and get an x-ray!" He tried to keep the note of triumph out of his voice as he finished.
"Oh. I can't, my friend should be back any minute now." Tsuzuki replied cutely with a forced smile. No? Was it possible this woman was blowing him off? Impossible.
"I see."
"It's probably best if you weren't here when he got back." Tsuzuki added sincerely. A male friend then. Did she think this was all just some elaborate pick-up line? . . . which technically it was, but that was aside from the point.
"I'm quite serious about your ankle, it could be broken." In fact, it was definitely broken, he'd made sure of that himself when he'd examined it. "Please. . . if the pain doesn't recede, come and see me." He replied casually passing her his card, with nothing that could be mistaken for anything other than the concern of a doctor for a patient. He was good. He was very, very good.
"Sankyuu!" Tsuzuki responded merrily pocketing the card as the good doctor backed off barely hiding a smirk. As soon as she tried to walk on that ankle she'd have to come to the hospital and he wanted to be there when she arrived - not to mention he had a murder to schedule.
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Tsuzuki was celebrating his impromptu under cover mission with apple pie a la mode when Hisoka came in. . . and you didn't have to be an empath to feel the waves of anger rolling off the boy.
'They're women's shoes dammit! Why would they be for me?' The attendant had helpfully suggested a slightly larger size.
He didn't know why, but he'd been overpowered by the need to find the perfect set of pumps to match Tsuzuki's handbag. If he ever found out who or what had cast the suggestion spell on him they'd be.. be. . . Tsuzuki- kitsune was licking the last of the ice-cream from the spoon with relish, much to the delight of the male patronage of the café which seemed to be mesmerized watching HIS partner eat.
"Ba. . . Baka! I thought I told you to keep your foot..!" He stopped suddenly, pointing a somewhat shaky, accusatory finger. "ki-Ki- KISUMAAKU!!!"