Muraki had officially been pushed over the edge. Why he hadn't done this
sooner was beyond him as he tied up the only loose hostage.
". . . but if I don't put nail polish on it it'll get bigger 'n bigger!" Pleaded Tsuzuki desperately , moving slightly, the run zipped all the way up his leg. "Ieee-mpph!" Gags were very good things. Muraki noted with amusement the hostage was wearing mismatched contacts, one a gaudy yellow smiley face, the other an eightball.
"Why. . . " He started before being interrupted by a loud crash from outside, he noticed the rat with wings was missing again. He sighed in exasperation before going to investigate.
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"TSUZUKI!" Hissed Hisoka once he'd judged Muraki to be a safe distance away. "Watari says you can still summon shikigami!"
"WHAAAAT?!?!" Demanded Tsuzuki, having slipped out of the ropes and removed the gag.
"Where did you learn that Tsuzuki?"
"This? It's a game me and Tatsumi play!" Grinned Tsuzuki dangling the rope. "He ties me down and I try to escape! I'm real good at it!" Tail wagging. "Tatsumi knows lots of different knots!"
Hisoka's eyes were like saucers.
"You. . . play this often?" Prodded Watari.
"Iie. . ." Moaned Tsuzuki miserably. "Tatsumi says there's no point since I always win." Pout. "I think he's just a sore loser. . ." Tsuzuki considered this for a moment. "Maybe if I pretend to lose he wouldn't get so grumpy. . ." Tsuzuki nodded to himself happily. Maybe Tatsumi would even let Tsuzuki tie him up instead next time.
"Like training, right?" Probed Hisoka. "So you can escape if you're captured!" Of course. Hahaha. . . how could he think otherwise.
"Exactly!" Beamed Tsuzuki, helping Watari untie his wrists. "Mou. . . I guess this is why you're supposed to take off your clothes first." Tsuzuki tsk'd when Watari's sleeve ripped.
"Watari! Help Hisoka!" Tsuzuki demanded turning serious. "Muraki could be back any second!" Watari nodded in agreement.
"I pray to the twelve gods who protect me. . . show yourself before me. . . come Suzaku!"
Suzaka appeared in her usual pyrotechnic show before switching to her human avatar looked at Tsuzuki coldly.
"Whaaaaat?!?!?" He asked nervously beneath that cool glare.
At a loss for words, she pointed in exasperation to Tsuzuki's. . . erm. . . newfound assets.
"This? It's only temporary! Temporary!"
". . . " She sniffed hautily and turned away.
"I thought we were friends!" He cried miserably. So he did the next best thing, he summoned Byakko.
"Tsuzuki!" Cheered Byakko ogling Tsuzuki. "For me? You shouldn't have!" Pounced the superior blade in his humanoid avatar. Glomp.
"Yaghhhh!!!"
So out of desperation he summoned more.
Muraki, alerted to the screams of abject terror peeked into the basement, deciding discretion was the better part of valor when it came to a very small room full of very peeved shikigami. He fled.
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Watari happily typed away at his laptop recording the gigs of data he'd been able to collect on his latest forage. Tsuzuki was resting in bed with multiple broken ribs - which probably would heal faster if Hisoka would just release his death grip. The boy hadn't let Tsuzuki go from the minute he'd been cut down from the wall. . . well not exactly the minute, first he'd dashed off to the bathroom, and then glomped Tsuzuki. Tsuzuki had been a male again for a couple of hours now but when Watari had tried to separate them Hisoka had tried to bite him.
"Mine!" Snapped Hisoka, when Watari had the nerve to check on his patient. Watari supposed he had as much a claim as anyone to the sleeping man since he'd been the one to intervene between SohRyu and Byakko when he'd declared his intentions for 'the new-improved-Tsuzuki-chan'. Tsuzuki whimpered in his sedative induced sleep as Hisoka unwittingly tightened his grip. Watari winced as he heard a number of re-breaking ribs.
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Tatsumi was a little. . . confused over the events of the last day or so.
Despite it being a rather routine mission for Hisoka and Tsuzuki, somehow it had been Watari who had ended up on Chijou and located the ghost of a nurse and talked her into moving on. There still seemed to be about 12 hours mission time unaccounted for. He'd confronted Hisoka already, leaving aside the fact he'd allowed Tsuzuki to consume the mini-bar, Tatsumi had been more interested to establish why Hisoka had needed to purchase a pair of italian leather pumps. The boy had stoically declared it was Tsuzuki's fault. . . while sliding his feet under the desk to cover the fact he was still wearing them. Who knew leather was so comfortable?
In another instance, he'd been quite happily (under his usual guise of stoic precision) discussing accounts with Hakushaku when Tsuzuki had burst into his office wearing a bra and a very short skirt, much to the room's occupant's surprise and delight.
"You let them do this to me!" Declared Tsuzuki, pointing an accusatory finger at Tatsumi, before 'eeping' and scrambling under the desk. Shortly Watari poked his head around the door.
"Have you seen Tsuzuki. . . I have some chocolate for him." Watari stated calmly but with a distinctly evil resonance. . . Looking into those obsessed eyes Tatsumi decided to cut Tsuzuki some slack.
"I haven't seen him since he left for his last mission." It was a lie, but having a half-dressed Inu-Tsuzuki crawling between one's legs tended to make lying not such a bad thing.
Watari examined Tatsumi's slightly flushed face suspiciously. Was that movement under the desk? Oh my gawd! Was it possible Hakashaku and Tatsumi were playing footsie under there? Was there nothing that man wouldn't do to increase funding?!?!? Watari slowly backed out of the office with a newfound respect for the secretary.
Tatsumi watched Watari meet with Saya and Yumi armed with identical pink housedresses. They synchronized watches before separating to find the target with smart salutes.
Minutes of silence, Hisoka ran screaming down the corridor.. 003 with a sadistic grin fluttering behind, a paper clip in outstretched talons.
"Is it safe?" Whimpered Tsuzuki, crawling out from under the desk.
"H . . .hai. . . " Managed Tatsumi. Hakushaku was still on a scantily-clad- Tsuzuki-induced overdose, a small trail of blood leaking from one invisible nostril.
"Watari has my clothes." Whined Tsuzuki, eyes huge and shiney with held back tears. "I managed to escape while 003 distracted them but. . ."
"I have a spare set." Offered Tatsumi while wishing he knew how and why the situation came to be. He could ask, but that would ruin his all-knowing- secretary shtick. He produced the spare suit shortly at Tsuzuki's affirmative. As an after thought he produced a set of underwear from his desk drawer as well.
"Sankyuu!" Beamed Tsuzuki looking around for somewhere to change, settling on Kanoe's office seeing as how it was open season on Tsuzuki's outside. He emerged minutes later in one of Tatsumi's suits, Tsuzukified with the shirt scruffily tucked in and the tie hung loosely. . . which of course Tatsumi corrected on instinct, not that it made much difference since the suit was still a few sizes too big. "Arigatou." Muttered Tsuzuki moodily pulling on the tie. "Demo. . . Tatsumi, why do you have a pair of my underwear?"
"I'm a secretary Tsuzuki, it's my job."
"Oh." Tsuzuki smiled as if this explained everything, much to Tatsumi's relief. "Could you make sure Wakaba gets these?" Tsuzuki slid the pile of discarded clothing to Tatsumi when he nodded. Peeking out the door, Inu- Tsuzuki saluted cutely before creeping off down the hallway. Separating the underwear, Tatsumi slipped it possessively into the drawer Tsuzuki's boxer's had previously occupied.
"I want that bra!" Demanded Hakushaku once Tsuzuki was out of range.
Tatsumi prepared for battle.
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"I just saw the oddest thing. . . " Commented Kanoe coming out of his office were he'd just witnessed Tsuzuki enter, strip, change and leave without even an acknowledgement. Since when had his office become a changing room anyway?
Kanoe sweatdropped as he saw something even more unusual, Tatsumi and Hakushaku brawling over what appeared to be a lacy pink bra.
". . . Never mind." He managed wearily heading back to his office.
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". . . but if I don't put nail polish on it it'll get bigger 'n bigger!" Pleaded Tsuzuki desperately , moving slightly, the run zipped all the way up his leg. "Ieee-mpph!" Gags were very good things. Muraki noted with amusement the hostage was wearing mismatched contacts, one a gaudy yellow smiley face, the other an eightball.
"Why. . . " He started before being interrupted by a loud crash from outside, he noticed the rat with wings was missing again. He sighed in exasperation before going to investigate.
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"TSUZUKI!" Hissed Hisoka once he'd judged Muraki to be a safe distance away. "Watari says you can still summon shikigami!"
"WHAAAAT?!?!" Demanded Tsuzuki, having slipped out of the ropes and removed the gag.
"Where did you learn that Tsuzuki?"
"This? It's a game me and Tatsumi play!" Grinned Tsuzuki dangling the rope. "He ties me down and I try to escape! I'm real good at it!" Tail wagging. "Tatsumi knows lots of different knots!"
Hisoka's eyes were like saucers.
"You. . . play this often?" Prodded Watari.
"Iie. . ." Moaned Tsuzuki miserably. "Tatsumi says there's no point since I always win." Pout. "I think he's just a sore loser. . ." Tsuzuki considered this for a moment. "Maybe if I pretend to lose he wouldn't get so grumpy. . ." Tsuzuki nodded to himself happily. Maybe Tatsumi would even let Tsuzuki tie him up instead next time.
"Like training, right?" Probed Hisoka. "So you can escape if you're captured!" Of course. Hahaha. . . how could he think otherwise.
"Exactly!" Beamed Tsuzuki, helping Watari untie his wrists. "Mou. . . I guess this is why you're supposed to take off your clothes first." Tsuzuki tsk'd when Watari's sleeve ripped.
"Watari! Help Hisoka!" Tsuzuki demanded turning serious. "Muraki could be back any second!" Watari nodded in agreement.
"I pray to the twelve gods who protect me. . . show yourself before me. . . come Suzaku!"
Suzaka appeared in her usual pyrotechnic show before switching to her human avatar looked at Tsuzuki coldly.
"Whaaaaat?!?!?" He asked nervously beneath that cool glare.
At a loss for words, she pointed in exasperation to Tsuzuki's. . . erm. . . newfound assets.
"This? It's only temporary! Temporary!"
". . . " She sniffed hautily and turned away.
"I thought we were friends!" He cried miserably. So he did the next best thing, he summoned Byakko.
"Tsuzuki!" Cheered Byakko ogling Tsuzuki. "For me? You shouldn't have!" Pounced the superior blade in his humanoid avatar. Glomp.
"Yaghhhh!!!"
So out of desperation he summoned more.
Muraki, alerted to the screams of abject terror peeked into the basement, deciding discretion was the better part of valor when it came to a very small room full of very peeved shikigami. He fled.
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Watari happily typed away at his laptop recording the gigs of data he'd been able to collect on his latest forage. Tsuzuki was resting in bed with multiple broken ribs - which probably would heal faster if Hisoka would just release his death grip. The boy hadn't let Tsuzuki go from the minute he'd been cut down from the wall. . . well not exactly the minute, first he'd dashed off to the bathroom, and then glomped Tsuzuki. Tsuzuki had been a male again for a couple of hours now but when Watari had tried to separate them Hisoka had tried to bite him.
"Mine!" Snapped Hisoka, when Watari had the nerve to check on his patient. Watari supposed he had as much a claim as anyone to the sleeping man since he'd been the one to intervene between SohRyu and Byakko when he'd declared his intentions for 'the new-improved-Tsuzuki-chan'. Tsuzuki whimpered in his sedative induced sleep as Hisoka unwittingly tightened his grip. Watari winced as he heard a number of re-breaking ribs.
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Tatsumi was a little. . . confused over the events of the last day or so.
Despite it being a rather routine mission for Hisoka and Tsuzuki, somehow it had been Watari who had ended up on Chijou and located the ghost of a nurse and talked her into moving on. There still seemed to be about 12 hours mission time unaccounted for. He'd confronted Hisoka already, leaving aside the fact he'd allowed Tsuzuki to consume the mini-bar, Tatsumi had been more interested to establish why Hisoka had needed to purchase a pair of italian leather pumps. The boy had stoically declared it was Tsuzuki's fault. . . while sliding his feet under the desk to cover the fact he was still wearing them. Who knew leather was so comfortable?
In another instance, he'd been quite happily (under his usual guise of stoic precision) discussing accounts with Hakushaku when Tsuzuki had burst into his office wearing a bra and a very short skirt, much to the room's occupant's surprise and delight.
"You let them do this to me!" Declared Tsuzuki, pointing an accusatory finger at Tatsumi, before 'eeping' and scrambling under the desk. Shortly Watari poked his head around the door.
"Have you seen Tsuzuki. . . I have some chocolate for him." Watari stated calmly but with a distinctly evil resonance. . . Looking into those obsessed eyes Tatsumi decided to cut Tsuzuki some slack.
"I haven't seen him since he left for his last mission." It was a lie, but having a half-dressed Inu-Tsuzuki crawling between one's legs tended to make lying not such a bad thing.
Watari examined Tatsumi's slightly flushed face suspiciously. Was that movement under the desk? Oh my gawd! Was it possible Hakashaku and Tatsumi were playing footsie under there? Was there nothing that man wouldn't do to increase funding?!?!? Watari slowly backed out of the office with a newfound respect for the secretary.
Tatsumi watched Watari meet with Saya and Yumi armed with identical pink housedresses. They synchronized watches before separating to find the target with smart salutes.
Minutes of silence, Hisoka ran screaming down the corridor.. 003 with a sadistic grin fluttering behind, a paper clip in outstretched talons.
"Is it safe?" Whimpered Tsuzuki, crawling out from under the desk.
"H . . .hai. . . " Managed Tatsumi. Hakushaku was still on a scantily-clad- Tsuzuki-induced overdose, a small trail of blood leaking from one invisible nostril.
"Watari has my clothes." Whined Tsuzuki, eyes huge and shiney with held back tears. "I managed to escape while 003 distracted them but. . ."
"I have a spare set." Offered Tatsumi while wishing he knew how and why the situation came to be. He could ask, but that would ruin his all-knowing- secretary shtick. He produced the spare suit shortly at Tsuzuki's affirmative. As an after thought he produced a set of underwear from his desk drawer as well.
"Sankyuu!" Beamed Tsuzuki looking around for somewhere to change, settling on Kanoe's office seeing as how it was open season on Tsuzuki's outside. He emerged minutes later in one of Tatsumi's suits, Tsuzukified with the shirt scruffily tucked in and the tie hung loosely. . . which of course Tatsumi corrected on instinct, not that it made much difference since the suit was still a few sizes too big. "Arigatou." Muttered Tsuzuki moodily pulling on the tie. "Demo. . . Tatsumi, why do you have a pair of my underwear?"
"I'm a secretary Tsuzuki, it's my job."
"Oh." Tsuzuki smiled as if this explained everything, much to Tatsumi's relief. "Could you make sure Wakaba gets these?" Tsuzuki slid the pile of discarded clothing to Tatsumi when he nodded. Peeking out the door, Inu- Tsuzuki saluted cutely before creeping off down the hallway. Separating the underwear, Tatsumi slipped it possessively into the drawer Tsuzuki's boxer's had previously occupied.
"I want that bra!" Demanded Hakushaku once Tsuzuki was out of range.
Tatsumi prepared for battle.
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"I just saw the oddest thing. . . " Commented Kanoe coming out of his office were he'd just witnessed Tsuzuki enter, strip, change and leave without even an acknowledgement. Since when had his office become a changing room anyway?
Kanoe sweatdropped as he saw something even more unusual, Tatsumi and Hakushaku brawling over what appeared to be a lacy pink bra.
". . . Never mind." He managed wearily heading back to his office.
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