Muraki was definitely getting the impression Tsuzuki wasn't coming. This
feeling was only seconded by the feeling Tsuzuki was nearby. A curious
conundrum indeed.
On the one hand, his hostages didn't seem overly concerned for their safety. A sign help was on the way. . . but then on the other, he had no guarantee who or what kind of help they night expect. The boy had passed out for some odd reason. The blond man. . . well who really knew . . . The brunette seemed to be incredibly naïve. . . and suffering from some sort of eating disorder if the amount of food she could consume was anything to go by.
Sigh. Look at watch.
Closing the medical journal he'd been pretending to read and putting it aside he stretched and stood. The brunette acknowledged the movement and watched with apprehension as he walked over to the still unconscious boy.
"Hey! What are you doing?" She demanded (no, not Hisoka, Tsuzuki).
"I'm bored." Well. That explained everything. No reprisals there.
"Here." Kitsune Tsuzuki handed him the least gaudy looking magazine in the pile, or rather, that was, the one that appealed to Tsuzuki least.
Muraki looked at the magazine distastefully.
Manga? Nope.
Cake? Nope.
Candy? Nope.
. . . Some people were just too damned hard to please.
Tsuzuki had real tears of regret in her eyes as she offered the last slice of delicious delicious apple pie. . . Nope?
Nooooooooooooooooooo!!! It was impossible!! Would nothing tempt this evil evil man? Tsuzuki had a flash of inspiration.
"Ne. . . Muraki-sensei. . . " Tsuzuki ripped Watari's shirt open to reveal his chest. "Look! Look!" She patted her hands in what she hoped was a suggestive way on Watari's chest.
"Why do *I* have to be the sacrificial lamb?" Wailed Watari writhing beneath Tsuzuki's cold hands.
"Well isn't it obvious? You're a guy!" Tsuzuki whispered conspiratorially. "Besides, it is all your fault anyway. . . "
Sweatdrop.
"It isn't working." Watari pointed out.
Tsuzuki looked around desperately for anything else to distract the doctor.
"Ehm. . . boku wa. . . sexy desu ka?" She tried huskily, winking suggestively at Muraki.
The occupants of the room watched a particularly out of place tumbleweed skittle by cursing in exceptionally poor Spanish.
"You'll regret this later!" Tsuzuki whined, pointing an accusatory finger at the unresponsive doctor. She stormed back to the forte, furiously reducing a chocolate gateaux to nothing while giving Muraki the evil eye.
Muraki, being evil himself, actually found this rather endearing. He may even be tempted if he didn't already like someone else. . . not that that ever stopped him before, but he didn't usually have an audience consisting of the expected's work colleagues either, and gossip just had such a way of getting round the office.
************** * * * * *
For such a small boy, Hisoka had extremely good . . . retentive powers. Tsuzuki mused. Muraki had held Hisoka captive for days before, but he'd managed to never. . . soil himself. It had been over 6 hours now and Muraki hadn't asked if anyone needed to use the facilities . . . was this too some insane form of torture?
Watari's special potions never wore off early . . . sometimes they lasted longer, but never early. . . Watari said he could calculate the absolute minimum amount of time it would take to neutralize the active ingredients . . . or something like that anyway, Tsuzuki hadn't really been listening at the time. Point to be made?
Sigh. Look at watch.
There was a minimum of seven hours to go.
It was very unlikely Tsuzuki could hold on for seven hours. At least seven hours.
Tsuzuki had already been holding on for four hours.
Four hours was a pretty remarkable achievement really.
'You should have gone before you left the hotel.' Chided chibi-Hisoka. Chibi Watari laughed maniacally in his chibi-rope shackles and chibi-Muraki in his cutely oversized trenchcoat flashed him.
Tsuzuki prayed that he was hallucinating that last one. Taking another swig of cola he tried to come up with the best plan for approaching the doctor for toilet privileges. Thinking hurt. Absently he read the side of the can. Caffeine! Yes! Caffeine always helped him think! Caffeine is an anti- diuretic. What the hell was an anti-diuretic anyway?
*********************** * * * * * * * * *
Watari and Hisoka cheered at what they presumed was Tsuzuki physically attacking Muraki (finally). As if wonders would never cease it actually seemed to be working too. Probably just the advantage of the surprise attack - but Tsuzuki had Muraki pinned against the wall by his shirt collar.
'How ironic that I finally beat you with just physical strength alone, to protect my very important partner'. Tsuzuki purred before snapping the doctors' neck. 'You'll never hurt the one I love again. . . ' and Hisoka was running in slow motion into Tsuzuki's arms and . . . Hisoka shook his head to dispel the vision vowing never to read another Mills & Boone novel.
'. . . and finally thanks to the brilliance of this incredibly intelligent man I'm able to end this,' Tsuzuki pointed at Watari. 'He's twice the medical practitioner you'll ever be.' Tsuzuki purred before snapping the doctors' neck. And Watari was running in slow motion into Tsuzuki's arms and. . . . Watari shook his head to dispel the vision vowing to read more Mills & Boone novels.
'Lets just kill the hostages and have wild sex on the floor in their slowly congealing blood!' Muraki shook his head to dispel the vision vowing never to take hostages again.
"Where's the goddamn toilet?" Demanded the real Tsuzuki furiously shaking the surprised doctor.
Facefault x 3.
"Second door." Indicated Muraki. She disappeared in the direction implied with a speed born of desperation.
Muraki with nothing better to do followed.
*************** * * * * *
"Maaa. . . my arms ache!" Whined Watari to Hisoka. "When is Tsuzuki going to rescue us?"
"Baka. We'd have better chances if you send 003 after Muraki with the knife!" Hisoka glowered. Unfortunately Muraki had confiscated 003's weapon of choice earlier.
"Why do you say that?" Asked Watari confused. "Tsuzuki can still. . . "
"What? Use his feminine prowess to catch him off guard and kick him in the groin?" Snapped Hisoka sullenly. It wouldn't work. Hisoka knew, he'd tried it himself once.
"Ano. . . That might work, but I don't think Tsuzuki would think of it." Speculated Watari. "I meant he can still summon his shikigami and. . ."
"Tsuzuki can summon?" Screamed Hisoka, eye's bulging with disbelief.
"Un. Technically he can still use fuda too, just there's some slight modifications in the script for a female. .. Hisoka? Hisoka? Are you listening?" Hisoka had turned a rather nasty shade of green.
On the one hand, his hostages didn't seem overly concerned for their safety. A sign help was on the way. . . but then on the other, he had no guarantee who or what kind of help they night expect. The boy had passed out for some odd reason. The blond man. . . well who really knew . . . The brunette seemed to be incredibly naïve. . . and suffering from some sort of eating disorder if the amount of food she could consume was anything to go by.
Sigh. Look at watch.
Closing the medical journal he'd been pretending to read and putting it aside he stretched and stood. The brunette acknowledged the movement and watched with apprehension as he walked over to the still unconscious boy.
"Hey! What are you doing?" She demanded (no, not Hisoka, Tsuzuki).
"I'm bored." Well. That explained everything. No reprisals there.
"Here." Kitsune Tsuzuki handed him the least gaudy looking magazine in the pile, or rather, that was, the one that appealed to Tsuzuki least.
Muraki looked at the magazine distastefully.
Manga? Nope.
Cake? Nope.
Candy? Nope.
. . . Some people were just too damned hard to please.
Tsuzuki had real tears of regret in her eyes as she offered the last slice of delicious delicious apple pie. . . Nope?
Nooooooooooooooooooo!!! It was impossible!! Would nothing tempt this evil evil man? Tsuzuki had a flash of inspiration.
"Ne. . . Muraki-sensei. . . " Tsuzuki ripped Watari's shirt open to reveal his chest. "Look! Look!" She patted her hands in what she hoped was a suggestive way on Watari's chest.
"Why do *I* have to be the sacrificial lamb?" Wailed Watari writhing beneath Tsuzuki's cold hands.
"Well isn't it obvious? You're a guy!" Tsuzuki whispered conspiratorially. "Besides, it is all your fault anyway. . . "
Sweatdrop.
"It isn't working." Watari pointed out.
Tsuzuki looked around desperately for anything else to distract the doctor.
"Ehm. . . boku wa. . . sexy desu ka?" She tried huskily, winking suggestively at Muraki.
The occupants of the room watched a particularly out of place tumbleweed skittle by cursing in exceptionally poor Spanish.
"You'll regret this later!" Tsuzuki whined, pointing an accusatory finger at the unresponsive doctor. She stormed back to the forte, furiously reducing a chocolate gateaux to nothing while giving Muraki the evil eye.
Muraki, being evil himself, actually found this rather endearing. He may even be tempted if he didn't already like someone else. . . not that that ever stopped him before, but he didn't usually have an audience consisting of the expected's work colleagues either, and gossip just had such a way of getting round the office.
************** * * * * *
For such a small boy, Hisoka had extremely good . . . retentive powers. Tsuzuki mused. Muraki had held Hisoka captive for days before, but he'd managed to never. . . soil himself. It had been over 6 hours now and Muraki hadn't asked if anyone needed to use the facilities . . . was this too some insane form of torture?
Watari's special potions never wore off early . . . sometimes they lasted longer, but never early. . . Watari said he could calculate the absolute minimum amount of time it would take to neutralize the active ingredients . . . or something like that anyway, Tsuzuki hadn't really been listening at the time. Point to be made?
Sigh. Look at watch.
There was a minimum of seven hours to go.
It was very unlikely Tsuzuki could hold on for seven hours. At least seven hours.
Tsuzuki had already been holding on for four hours.
Four hours was a pretty remarkable achievement really.
'You should have gone before you left the hotel.' Chided chibi-Hisoka. Chibi Watari laughed maniacally in his chibi-rope shackles and chibi-Muraki in his cutely oversized trenchcoat flashed him.
Tsuzuki prayed that he was hallucinating that last one. Taking another swig of cola he tried to come up with the best plan for approaching the doctor for toilet privileges. Thinking hurt. Absently he read the side of the can. Caffeine! Yes! Caffeine always helped him think! Caffeine is an anti- diuretic. What the hell was an anti-diuretic anyway?
*********************** * * * * * * * * *
Watari and Hisoka cheered at what they presumed was Tsuzuki physically attacking Muraki (finally). As if wonders would never cease it actually seemed to be working too. Probably just the advantage of the surprise attack - but Tsuzuki had Muraki pinned against the wall by his shirt collar.
'How ironic that I finally beat you with just physical strength alone, to protect my very important partner'. Tsuzuki purred before snapping the doctors' neck. 'You'll never hurt the one I love again. . . ' and Hisoka was running in slow motion into Tsuzuki's arms and . . . Hisoka shook his head to dispel the vision vowing never to read another Mills & Boone novel.
'. . . and finally thanks to the brilliance of this incredibly intelligent man I'm able to end this,' Tsuzuki pointed at Watari. 'He's twice the medical practitioner you'll ever be.' Tsuzuki purred before snapping the doctors' neck. And Watari was running in slow motion into Tsuzuki's arms and. . . . Watari shook his head to dispel the vision vowing to read more Mills & Boone novels.
'Lets just kill the hostages and have wild sex on the floor in their slowly congealing blood!' Muraki shook his head to dispel the vision vowing never to take hostages again.
"Where's the goddamn toilet?" Demanded the real Tsuzuki furiously shaking the surprised doctor.
Facefault x 3.
"Second door." Indicated Muraki. She disappeared in the direction implied with a speed born of desperation.
Muraki with nothing better to do followed.
*************** * * * * *
"Maaa. . . my arms ache!" Whined Watari to Hisoka. "When is Tsuzuki going to rescue us?"
"Baka. We'd have better chances if you send 003 after Muraki with the knife!" Hisoka glowered. Unfortunately Muraki had confiscated 003's weapon of choice earlier.
"Why do you say that?" Asked Watari confused. "Tsuzuki can still. . . "
"What? Use his feminine prowess to catch him off guard and kick him in the groin?" Snapped Hisoka sullenly. It wouldn't work. Hisoka knew, he'd tried it himself once.
"Ano. . . That might work, but I don't think Tsuzuki would think of it." Speculated Watari. "I meant he can still summon his shikigami and. . ."
"Tsuzuki can summon?" Screamed Hisoka, eye's bulging with disbelief.
"Un. Technically he can still use fuda too, just there's some slight modifications in the script for a female. .. Hisoka? Hisoka? Are you listening?" Hisoka had turned a rather nasty shade of green.