"Smoking is bad for your health." Stated Tsuzuki matter of factly into the
silence.
"Eh?" Asked Muraki absently.
"It says so right here on the packet! Smoking kills!"
Muraki absently exhaled in Tsuzuki's direction.
"Ahh!! You're killing me with your passive smoke!" Screamed Tsuzuki coughing cutely.
"Stop nagging. I'm holding you hostage and will probably kill you sometime later. Passive smoke is the least of your worries".
'Especially since you're already dead.' Thought Hisoka, rolling his eyes.
". . . ." Tsuzuki tossed aside the empty cigarette packet. "Well maybe if you had TV down here I wouldn't be so bored!"
". . . .I'm definitely going to kill you first." Responded Muraki showing signs of agitation.
". . . .I'd settle for some magazines. Ones with colour pictures. You're a doctor right? Doctors always have magazines."
"This isn't a waiting room." Muraki looked rather depressed at the empty pack of cigarettes and out of need to be doing something polished his glasses again.
"Well we sure are going to be waiting a long time so maybe you should consider getting the magazines at least."
"Why do you say that?" Inquired Muraki.
"Because I'm bored and need something to do!" She whined.
Sweatdrop.
"I meant why do you think we'll be waiting." Twitchmark. Twitchmark. Twitchmark.
"Well duh! How's anyone going to find us, let alone this guy you're waiting for, when you have the instructions!" Tsuzuki pointed out to a frowning Muraki.
"That's.. . . the most intelligent thing you've said all night." Remarked an astonished Muraki.
"Thankyou." Beamed Tsuzuki. "It's really hard to make conversation with psycho killers and stuff, but I am really trying. . . "
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"Hisoka!" Whispered Tsuzuki when Muraki left the room to retrieve his coat. White and dirty basements-come-torture chambers did not mix.
"What?"
"I have a plan!" Tsuzuki remarked gleefully.
"Tsuzuki. . . is your plan to wait until the potion wears off then rescue us?"
"Er.. . . maybe."
"I thought it might be." Tsuzuki tugged ineffectively at the hair that bound his two comrades.
"It shouldn't be too hard. . . but if you guys get the chance to escape before then it would be better." Admitted Tsuzuki, pointing her index fingers together cutely.
"How long did Watari say it would take to wear off anyway?"
"One day, maybe two."
Hisoka had his suspicions that Tsuzuki would be pushed to stay 'in character' for another hour, let alone two days.
"Well.. . . it's nice to see you're all getting acquainted." Remarked Muraki re-entering the room.
"Eto. . . ." Tsuzuki dropped the few strands of hair she'd managed to break away before scooting across the room to her former position, slipping the rope back over her wrists.
Twitchmark.
"Sakiyuta!" Declared Tsuzuki.
"I beg your pardon?" Replied Muraki genuinely confused.
"It's my name! I decided!" Hisoka groaned, how could anyone be so damned genki in this situation. . . on second thought Watari who was still unconsciousness, was grinning maniacally just feet away. "You didn't ask, so I'm telling you." Chided Tsuzuki.
"Ah." Replied Muraki noncommittally.
Tsuzuki smiled obliviously, proud of his made-up name. "I was going to use Watasoka. . . but it sounded too much like a gaijin water park."
"Baka! You're not meant to justify a fake name!" Bitched Hisoka.
"Eh? Oh. . . .. hahaha. . . forget that last bit then, neeee?" Supplied Tsuzuki to Muraki cutely. Hisoka was disgusted. Did she have to do everything so damned cutely?
"Lets go." Muraki held the door open.
Tsuzuki looked around the room expectantly, before pointing at herself. "Who? Me?"
"You are the only one in the room not currently tied to a wall." Pointed out Hisoka.
"Demo... . . " and the lip was stuck out and quivering again. "I wanna stay here and rescue the hostages while you're gone!" Tsuzuki begged Muraki. "Onegai shimasu?"
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"Well. . . that could have been handled better." Remarked Watari once he was sure they were gone.
"How long have you been awake anyway?" Asked Hisoka incuriously.
Watari shrugged. "A while. I must admit. . . I've always been curious as to exactly how your missions go." He tugged at his bound wrists with no effect. "So. . . this is what it feels like to be you, Bon."
"It's not like I always get caught." Hisoka sniffed indignantly. "Just. . . sometimes. . . . . . this isn't the time to discuss it."
"Hmm. I have our escape all planned out. . . " Declared Watari. "003!" The little owl peered down from the rafters. "Chew through Hisoka's hair!" The owl blinked a few times before fluttering down onto Hisoka's head and pulling with her beak.
"Argh!! Make her stop!" Hisoka yelped.
"No! No 003!" Corrected Watari and the little owl looked up confused. It wasn't such a good idea after all. . . .. it would have taken 003 all night to chew through the hair barrier anyway. "Ah!" He exclaimed noticing Muraki's switchblade on the table. "The knife 003! Use the knife!"
Hisoka screamed.
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Muraki was wondering how he'd been talked into this. Somehow it had seemed perfectly reasonable to buy magazines. Then cheesecake. . . .. then pastries. . . . . . donuts. . . . . Despite being a habitual night stalker and killer and stuff he'd had no idea so many bakeries were open this late at night. His companion. . . .. er. . . .. hostage had explained this was normal since most places baked at night.
Hostages, it seemed, did not carry money. They also refused to carry their own purchases. Now she was scanning the schedule at a theatre. She traced her finger to the centre of the page before Muraki interrupted.
"This isn't a date." He pointed out acerbically.
"I know. . . I'm just trying to buy time for the other hostages to escape." She shrugged. "There's nothing on at this time of night anyway." Except slasher films and porno. . . .. . . but that's someone else's fic.
Twitchmark.
"We're going back NOW."
"What?! But I don't have any....uhm. . . . uhm. . . ." Tsuzuki tried desperately to think of something. . . .. "Flowers! You should get some flowers for your friend!" Yes! Muraki almost always gave Tsuzuki roses. "Yeah! I know I saw a florist open here somewhere. . . " She dragged Muraki off down the street again.
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"Aw crap!" Exclaimed Tsuzuki. "You guys are STILL here? I THOUGHT you were going to escape!" She tapped one foot on the floor impatiently as Muraki staggered over to the other corner with the packages which consisted of mostly cake, stuffed animals and flowers. She picked up a dazed 003 from the floor. "What happened to her while I was gone?"
". . . .Bon headbutted her." Watari explained sadly.
". . . .and what happened to him?" Hisoka. Also unconscious.. . . and sporting a very unusual haircut.
"Fainted from bloodloss." Replied Watari.
"Ah.. . . I see. . . .." She nodded in acceptance of the double KO. Watari wondered just how much Tsuzuki could possibly put together form those two facts, but then he was amazed at Tsuzuki's form of logic in general.
". . . ..Muraki bought you all that?" Asked Watari a little surprised.
"Nope!" Sniggered Tsuzuki. "Some of it's for Tsuzuki." They both started cackling insanely until the genuinely insane (or lets just say psychotic for the sake of argument) person in the room cleared his throat meaningfully.
"But really Watari. . . I did think you'd have figured out how to escape by now. . . "
Muraki cleared his throat again.
"Oh shut up. You can't really have hostages and not expect them to discuss an escape plan! Sheesh." Exasperated at Watari's lack of a plan Tsuzuki retired to his snacks pouting furiously (albeit cutely).
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"Eh?" Asked Muraki absently.
"It says so right here on the packet! Smoking kills!"
Muraki absently exhaled in Tsuzuki's direction.
"Ahh!! You're killing me with your passive smoke!" Screamed Tsuzuki coughing cutely.
"Stop nagging. I'm holding you hostage and will probably kill you sometime later. Passive smoke is the least of your worries".
'Especially since you're already dead.' Thought Hisoka, rolling his eyes.
". . . ." Tsuzuki tossed aside the empty cigarette packet. "Well maybe if you had TV down here I wouldn't be so bored!"
". . . .I'm definitely going to kill you first." Responded Muraki showing signs of agitation.
". . . .I'd settle for some magazines. Ones with colour pictures. You're a doctor right? Doctors always have magazines."
"This isn't a waiting room." Muraki looked rather depressed at the empty pack of cigarettes and out of need to be doing something polished his glasses again.
"Well we sure are going to be waiting a long time so maybe you should consider getting the magazines at least."
"Why do you say that?" Inquired Muraki.
"Because I'm bored and need something to do!" She whined.
Sweatdrop.
"I meant why do you think we'll be waiting." Twitchmark. Twitchmark. Twitchmark.
"Well duh! How's anyone going to find us, let alone this guy you're waiting for, when you have the instructions!" Tsuzuki pointed out to a frowning Muraki.
"That's.. . . the most intelligent thing you've said all night." Remarked an astonished Muraki.
"Thankyou." Beamed Tsuzuki. "It's really hard to make conversation with psycho killers and stuff, but I am really trying. . . "
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"Hisoka!" Whispered Tsuzuki when Muraki left the room to retrieve his coat. White and dirty basements-come-torture chambers did not mix.
"What?"
"I have a plan!" Tsuzuki remarked gleefully.
"Tsuzuki. . . is your plan to wait until the potion wears off then rescue us?"
"Er.. . . maybe."
"I thought it might be." Tsuzuki tugged ineffectively at the hair that bound his two comrades.
"It shouldn't be too hard. . . but if you guys get the chance to escape before then it would be better." Admitted Tsuzuki, pointing her index fingers together cutely.
"How long did Watari say it would take to wear off anyway?"
"One day, maybe two."
Hisoka had his suspicions that Tsuzuki would be pushed to stay 'in character' for another hour, let alone two days.
"Well.. . . it's nice to see you're all getting acquainted." Remarked Muraki re-entering the room.
"Eto. . . ." Tsuzuki dropped the few strands of hair she'd managed to break away before scooting across the room to her former position, slipping the rope back over her wrists.
Twitchmark.
"Sakiyuta!" Declared Tsuzuki.
"I beg your pardon?" Replied Muraki genuinely confused.
"It's my name! I decided!" Hisoka groaned, how could anyone be so damned genki in this situation. . . on second thought Watari who was still unconsciousness, was grinning maniacally just feet away. "You didn't ask, so I'm telling you." Chided Tsuzuki.
"Ah." Replied Muraki noncommittally.
Tsuzuki smiled obliviously, proud of his made-up name. "I was going to use Watasoka. . . but it sounded too much like a gaijin water park."
"Baka! You're not meant to justify a fake name!" Bitched Hisoka.
"Eh? Oh. . . .. hahaha. . . forget that last bit then, neeee?" Supplied Tsuzuki to Muraki cutely. Hisoka was disgusted. Did she have to do everything so damned cutely?
"Lets go." Muraki held the door open.
Tsuzuki looked around the room expectantly, before pointing at herself. "Who? Me?"
"You are the only one in the room not currently tied to a wall." Pointed out Hisoka.
"Demo... . . " and the lip was stuck out and quivering again. "I wanna stay here and rescue the hostages while you're gone!" Tsuzuki begged Muraki. "Onegai shimasu?"
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"Well. . . that could have been handled better." Remarked Watari once he was sure they were gone.
"How long have you been awake anyway?" Asked Hisoka incuriously.
Watari shrugged. "A while. I must admit. . . I've always been curious as to exactly how your missions go." He tugged at his bound wrists with no effect. "So. . . this is what it feels like to be you, Bon."
"It's not like I always get caught." Hisoka sniffed indignantly. "Just. . . sometimes. . . . . . this isn't the time to discuss it."
"Hmm. I have our escape all planned out. . . " Declared Watari. "003!" The little owl peered down from the rafters. "Chew through Hisoka's hair!" The owl blinked a few times before fluttering down onto Hisoka's head and pulling with her beak.
"Argh!! Make her stop!" Hisoka yelped.
"No! No 003!" Corrected Watari and the little owl looked up confused. It wasn't such a good idea after all. . . .. it would have taken 003 all night to chew through the hair barrier anyway. "Ah!" He exclaimed noticing Muraki's switchblade on the table. "The knife 003! Use the knife!"
Hisoka screamed.
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Muraki was wondering how he'd been talked into this. Somehow it had seemed perfectly reasonable to buy magazines. Then cheesecake. . . .. then pastries. . . . . . donuts. . . . . Despite being a habitual night stalker and killer and stuff he'd had no idea so many bakeries were open this late at night. His companion. . . .. er. . . .. hostage had explained this was normal since most places baked at night.
Hostages, it seemed, did not carry money. They also refused to carry their own purchases. Now she was scanning the schedule at a theatre. She traced her finger to the centre of the page before Muraki interrupted.
"This isn't a date." He pointed out acerbically.
"I know. . . I'm just trying to buy time for the other hostages to escape." She shrugged. "There's nothing on at this time of night anyway." Except slasher films and porno. . . .. . . but that's someone else's fic.
Twitchmark.
"We're going back NOW."
"What?! But I don't have any....uhm. . . . uhm. . . ." Tsuzuki tried desperately to think of something. . . .. "Flowers! You should get some flowers for your friend!" Yes! Muraki almost always gave Tsuzuki roses. "Yeah! I know I saw a florist open here somewhere. . . " She dragged Muraki off down the street again.
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"Aw crap!" Exclaimed Tsuzuki. "You guys are STILL here? I THOUGHT you were going to escape!" She tapped one foot on the floor impatiently as Muraki staggered over to the other corner with the packages which consisted of mostly cake, stuffed animals and flowers. She picked up a dazed 003 from the floor. "What happened to her while I was gone?"
". . . .Bon headbutted her." Watari explained sadly.
". . . .and what happened to him?" Hisoka. Also unconscious.. . . and sporting a very unusual haircut.
"Fainted from bloodloss." Replied Watari.
"Ah.. . . I see. . . .." She nodded in acceptance of the double KO. Watari wondered just how much Tsuzuki could possibly put together form those two facts, but then he was amazed at Tsuzuki's form of logic in general.
". . . ..Muraki bought you all that?" Asked Watari a little surprised.
"Nope!" Sniggered Tsuzuki. "Some of it's for Tsuzuki." They both started cackling insanely until the genuinely insane (or lets just say psychotic for the sake of argument) person in the room cleared his throat meaningfully.
"But really Watari. . . I did think you'd have figured out how to escape by now. . . "
Muraki cleared his throat again.
"Oh shut up. You can't really have hostages and not expect them to discuss an escape plan! Sheesh." Exasperated at Watari's lack of a plan Tsuzuki retired to his snacks pouting furiously (albeit cutely).
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