"Hisoka. . . are you mad at me?"
"Baka, why would I be mad?" Replied Hisoka sarcastically, flipping through the menu. Actually, he was more angry and astonished with himself for spending nearly a full hour looking at shoes. Justifying a pair of women's pumps to Tatsumi was going to be even more fun. Unfortunately, sarcasm was lost on Tsuzuki.
"Good! Because I did something you won't like while you were gon~ITAI!!"
"Tsuzuki?" Hisoka stumbled back in surprise from the sudden rush of fear, looking up in surprise from examining Tsuzuki's ankle into the pain filled expression of his partner. "This looks worse than when I left!" He admonished, a little harsher (perhaps) than necessary.
"Eto. . . " Tsuzuki was cutely pointing her index fingers together in a look of piety while trying to break the news of their mutual acquaintance being involved.
"I think it's broken!" Now Hisoka was really concerned. . . Tsuzuki was not one to hide minor physical wounds... in a normal world he'd be rolling around on the floor howling in pain by now. Sure he'd read once that women had a higher pain threshold than men but still - this was Tsuzuki!
"Ano. . . " Ne. . . Hisoka. Muraki came here and gave me this hickey! He didn't recognize me! I got the definite impression he wanted to kill me! You remember Muraki, right? That homicidal killer that tortured and ultimately killed you? . . . . Sure it sounded easy in theory.
"Tsuzuki?" Questioned Hisoka waving a hand in front of his oblivious partner's face. "Are you listening? I said it's broken!"
"Ohhhh. . . ?" Slurred Tsuzuki lost in thought. "That's what Muraki said too. . . " Eep.
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"Weally Hisoka. . . he knose something. . . iz never coinshidence to find Muraki working in a hoshpital jusht blocks from a murder shene." 323 fanfic authors couldn't be wrong. The overall effect of the statement was lost however due to the spoon still hanging out of Tsuzuki's mouth. Unfortunately for Hisoka it didn't affect the validity of the statement.
Hisoka wondered just when he'd lost control of the conversation.. possibly just after the spoon went in.
"Well it's a pity you're not yourself right now or you could just go in and ask him." Hisoka intoned with just a hint of jealousy.
"Shtrue. . . " Not to mention he might be a bit ticked about the last time I tried to kill him. . . again. . . conceded Tsuzuki. "Still. . . " Hisoka thanked Kami the spoon was out again. "I can just walk in. . . I was practically invited after all. . . "
Tsuzuki. . . you're a shinigami. . . go immaterial or something. You're not a vampire. . . you don't need to be invited. It's a hospital. . . you have an injury. . . you don't need an invitation. Are you listening to me Tsuzuki? Sigh.
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Hisoka scowled at Tsuzuki's back.
"Secret aaaaagent maaan! Secret aaaaagent maaan!" Sang Tsuzuki obliviously.
"Shut up Tsuzuki."
"Really Hisoka, it's going to work. . . he totally didn't recognize me! Now if you'd just teach me to act a bit more girly so I don't give myself away. . . "
"BA. . . BAKA! I DO NOT ACT LIKE A GIRL!"
"Ah. . . did I say 'girly'? Uhmmm. . . " Contemplated Tsuzuki. "I mean. . . well you knew that thing about keeping your knees together and ahaha. . . you're just so much more observant than me! I have no manners whatsoever!!" Tsuzuki covered in what he hoped was a smooth way. It seemed to be working. Seemed. Maybe compromise really was the way to go.
"Okay. . . forget the etiquette stuff. . . just teach me to be an ice- queen like you so he doesn't try to get too close!"
No. . . I don't believe we will be reasonable today, old chap.
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Good lord. It was starting to freak him out how much this woman reminded him of his Tsuzuki. And things just didn't tend to freak him out. No. Being a homicidal maniac type serial killer tended to ruin the chill factor of basically everything else. If her eye's were just purple she'd. . . wait. . . she hadn't removed those damn sunglasses since she got here, and he was almost certain she'd worn them the whole time at the café. Yes. . . looking into her undoubtedly plain brown or maybe ugly green eyes would banish this horribly familiar feeling.
"Is there something wrong with your eyes?" Asked the good. . . er. . . evil doctor curiously.
"Eh. . . ? Oh. . . " Tsuzuki ran a few different explanations through his head in an attempt to, as Hisoka put it, 'think before speaking'. : 'I have an eye infection' - 'He's a doctor!' replied imaginary-Hisoka flailing his chibi fists. 'I had an accident. . . black eye!' - 'Baka! He'll want to examine it!' 'I'm sensitive to light.' - 'Doctor! Doctor! Are you even listening to what I'm saying?'
'I'm a member of a secret organization. . . I like to look suspicious?' - '. . . '
"I stayed out late last night drinking and I don't want anyone to see my bloodshot eyes?"
"Oh? Birth, Marriage. . . or Death? Ahahahaha." Muraki laughed to himself at his private joke.
"Death. Ahahahahaha."
*Sweatdrop*
They glared at each other suspiciously, each wondering just how much the other knew or had figured out.
". . . I could give you some drops for that." Muraki pouted.
"No! No! It's fine. . . ahahaha. . . I'm practically an alcoholic so I'm used to it!"
"Ah."
"Ah?" Repeated Tsuzuki indignantly.
"Well. . . I am a doctor. . . it is my place to disapprove of such things."
"Pff. Like a pack a day smoker like you should be able to talk."
"Sorry?" Asked Muraki, looking up from Tsuzuki's foot.
Belatedly Tsuzuki slapped his knees together as imaginary-Hisoka ranted about personal space in his head. Tsuzuki couldn't help blushing. . . the little guy was so cute when he was angry. Aw heck.. he was cute most of the time. Alright. . . alright. . . he was cute ALL the time. . . happy?
"I'm afraid I might have exaggerated a bit when I said this was broken." Muraki stated. No. . . he was sure it had broken. . . he broke it himself!
"I heal fast." She shrugged.
"Unusually so." Was this where all that spiritual energy was going? Enough strength to make the Sumeragi blush to fix scrapes and bruises on some bimbo? What a waste. . . nice legs though. . . Muraki was overcome with a deep-seated desire to slap himself.
"So. . . hmm. . . uhm. . . ever seen a ghost?" Asked Tsuzuki getting a little nervous at the way the doctor was examining his leg. Perhaps 'ogling' would be the better descriptor.
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"The Sakura grove near the hospital." Stated Tsuzuki proudly flashing the victory sign.
"That's. . . not really a surprise. . . it's always the Sakura Grove."
"Quit bitching Hisoka." Is what Tsuzuki would like to have said.
"Muraki said a ghost has been appearing there at night for a few days now." He said instead.
"Tsuzuki. . . did you bring up ghosts first?"
"Um. . . yes?"
"So. . . Muraki comes up with a story of a ghost that only appears at night after you express an interest in ghosts?"
"Ummmm. . . ."
"That only appears at night in a dark and secluded place?"
"Ayuuu. . . "
Hisoka slapped his forehead in appreciation of Tsuzuki's stupidity.
"Demo. . . if we know it's a trap it's not a trap at all, right?"
Damn Tsuzuki's new-found woman's logic! There was still a chance though if. . . No! Not her!
The bitch piku-piku'd up at Hisoka cutely.
"Fine. Let's go check into the hotel for now and we'll investigate tonight." He conceded bitterly.
Kitsuzuki 2 : Hisoka 0.
"Baka, why would I be mad?" Replied Hisoka sarcastically, flipping through the menu. Actually, he was more angry and astonished with himself for spending nearly a full hour looking at shoes. Justifying a pair of women's pumps to Tatsumi was going to be even more fun. Unfortunately, sarcasm was lost on Tsuzuki.
"Good! Because I did something you won't like while you were gon~ITAI!!"
"Tsuzuki?" Hisoka stumbled back in surprise from the sudden rush of fear, looking up in surprise from examining Tsuzuki's ankle into the pain filled expression of his partner. "This looks worse than when I left!" He admonished, a little harsher (perhaps) than necessary.
"Eto. . . " Tsuzuki was cutely pointing her index fingers together in a look of piety while trying to break the news of their mutual acquaintance being involved.
"I think it's broken!" Now Hisoka was really concerned. . . Tsuzuki was not one to hide minor physical wounds... in a normal world he'd be rolling around on the floor howling in pain by now. Sure he'd read once that women had a higher pain threshold than men but still - this was Tsuzuki!
"Ano. . . " Ne. . . Hisoka. Muraki came here and gave me this hickey! He didn't recognize me! I got the definite impression he wanted to kill me! You remember Muraki, right? That homicidal killer that tortured and ultimately killed you? . . . . Sure it sounded easy in theory.
"Tsuzuki?" Questioned Hisoka waving a hand in front of his oblivious partner's face. "Are you listening? I said it's broken!"
"Ohhhh. . . ?" Slurred Tsuzuki lost in thought. "That's what Muraki said too. . . " Eep.
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"Weally Hisoka. . . he knose something. . . iz never coinshidence to find Muraki working in a hoshpital jusht blocks from a murder shene." 323 fanfic authors couldn't be wrong. The overall effect of the statement was lost however due to the spoon still hanging out of Tsuzuki's mouth. Unfortunately for Hisoka it didn't affect the validity of the statement.
Hisoka wondered just when he'd lost control of the conversation.. possibly just after the spoon went in.
"Well it's a pity you're not yourself right now or you could just go in and ask him." Hisoka intoned with just a hint of jealousy.
"Shtrue. . . " Not to mention he might be a bit ticked about the last time I tried to kill him. . . again. . . conceded Tsuzuki. "Still. . . " Hisoka thanked Kami the spoon was out again. "I can just walk in. . . I was practically invited after all. . . "
Tsuzuki. . . you're a shinigami. . . go immaterial or something. You're not a vampire. . . you don't need to be invited. It's a hospital. . . you have an injury. . . you don't need an invitation. Are you listening to me Tsuzuki? Sigh.
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Hisoka scowled at Tsuzuki's back.
"Secret aaaaagent maaan! Secret aaaaagent maaan!" Sang Tsuzuki obliviously.
"Shut up Tsuzuki."
"Really Hisoka, it's going to work. . . he totally didn't recognize me! Now if you'd just teach me to act a bit more girly so I don't give myself away. . . "
"BA. . . BAKA! I DO NOT ACT LIKE A GIRL!"
"Ah. . . did I say 'girly'? Uhmmm. . . " Contemplated Tsuzuki. "I mean. . . well you knew that thing about keeping your knees together and ahaha. . . you're just so much more observant than me! I have no manners whatsoever!!" Tsuzuki covered in what he hoped was a smooth way. It seemed to be working. Seemed. Maybe compromise really was the way to go.
"Okay. . . forget the etiquette stuff. . . just teach me to be an ice- queen like you so he doesn't try to get too close!"
No. . . I don't believe we will be reasonable today, old chap.
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Good lord. It was starting to freak him out how much this woman reminded him of his Tsuzuki. And things just didn't tend to freak him out. No. Being a homicidal maniac type serial killer tended to ruin the chill factor of basically everything else. If her eye's were just purple she'd. . . wait. . . she hadn't removed those damn sunglasses since she got here, and he was almost certain she'd worn them the whole time at the café. Yes. . . looking into her undoubtedly plain brown or maybe ugly green eyes would banish this horribly familiar feeling.
"Is there something wrong with your eyes?" Asked the good. . . er. . . evil doctor curiously.
"Eh. . . ? Oh. . . " Tsuzuki ran a few different explanations through his head in an attempt to, as Hisoka put it, 'think before speaking'. : 'I have an eye infection' - 'He's a doctor!' replied imaginary-Hisoka flailing his chibi fists. 'I had an accident. . . black eye!' - 'Baka! He'll want to examine it!' 'I'm sensitive to light.' - 'Doctor! Doctor! Are you even listening to what I'm saying?'
'I'm a member of a secret organization. . . I like to look suspicious?' - '. . . '
"I stayed out late last night drinking and I don't want anyone to see my bloodshot eyes?"
"Oh? Birth, Marriage. . . or Death? Ahahahaha." Muraki laughed to himself at his private joke.
"Death. Ahahahahaha."
*Sweatdrop*
They glared at each other suspiciously, each wondering just how much the other knew or had figured out.
". . . I could give you some drops for that." Muraki pouted.
"No! No! It's fine. . . ahahaha. . . I'm practically an alcoholic so I'm used to it!"
"Ah."
"Ah?" Repeated Tsuzuki indignantly.
"Well. . . I am a doctor. . . it is my place to disapprove of such things."
"Pff. Like a pack a day smoker like you should be able to talk."
"Sorry?" Asked Muraki, looking up from Tsuzuki's foot.
Belatedly Tsuzuki slapped his knees together as imaginary-Hisoka ranted about personal space in his head. Tsuzuki couldn't help blushing. . . the little guy was so cute when he was angry. Aw heck.. he was cute most of the time. Alright. . . alright. . . he was cute ALL the time. . . happy?
"I'm afraid I might have exaggerated a bit when I said this was broken." Muraki stated. No. . . he was sure it had broken. . . he broke it himself!
"I heal fast." She shrugged.
"Unusually so." Was this where all that spiritual energy was going? Enough strength to make the Sumeragi blush to fix scrapes and bruises on some bimbo? What a waste. . . nice legs though. . . Muraki was overcome with a deep-seated desire to slap himself.
"So. . . hmm. . . uhm. . . ever seen a ghost?" Asked Tsuzuki getting a little nervous at the way the doctor was examining his leg. Perhaps 'ogling' would be the better descriptor.
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"The Sakura grove near the hospital." Stated Tsuzuki proudly flashing the victory sign.
"That's. . . not really a surprise. . . it's always the Sakura Grove."
"Quit bitching Hisoka." Is what Tsuzuki would like to have said.
"Muraki said a ghost has been appearing there at night for a few days now." He said instead.
"Tsuzuki. . . did you bring up ghosts first?"
"Um. . . yes?"
"So. . . Muraki comes up with a story of a ghost that only appears at night after you express an interest in ghosts?"
"Ummmm. . . ."
"That only appears at night in a dark and secluded place?"
"Ayuuu. . . "
Hisoka slapped his forehead in appreciation of Tsuzuki's stupidity.
"Demo. . . if we know it's a trap it's not a trap at all, right?"
Damn Tsuzuki's new-found woman's logic! There was still a chance though if. . . No! Not her!
The bitch piku-piku'd up at Hisoka cutely.
"Fine. Let's go check into the hotel for now and we'll investigate tonight." He conceded bitterly.
Kitsuzuki 2 : Hisoka 0.