"No!" Whined Tsuzuki as Muraki added some more notes to Hisoka's hospital
chart.
"Asato-chan!" Chided Muraki. "For the last time, I'm not going to put Kurosaki down for silicon implants."
"Fine!" Huffed Tsuzuki collapsing onto the end of the bed with a pout.
Tsuzuki was normally cute when he pouted like that. Combined with the age reduction he was nigh on irresistible. If he pulled the puppy trick Muraki knew he'd be reduced to giving Kurosaki at least one boob, but thankfully Tsuzuki had since located his bag and was hence distracted.
Due to the sheer number of witnesses, Muraki had been unable to whisk his hapless victim off to his evil abode, as he was normally wont to do, so had instead resorted to hospitalizing him. It was a small consolation at best. Muraki sated himself by putting Hisoka down for a tubal ligation before turning his attention back to Tsuzuki.
Who was mesmerized with a particularly, artificially-coloured bag of candy
"Asato-chan. . . " Whispered Muraki suggestively, determined to return Tsuzuki to his normal form and take advantage of his sugar-induced congeniality. "Visiting hours are over so why don't you and I go back to my place and . . . " Muraki stared at the empty space formerly occupied by his lamb.
". . . leave him alone. . . " Murmured Hisoka.
Muraki looked surprised. While Muraki may have preferred to keep his 'patients' conscious (so they could scream and stuff) he knew all about the theory of anaesthetic from med-school. There should have been enough anesthetic in that drip to keep the boy out for days!
". . .and he will come home, wagging his tail behind him. . ."
Sweatdrop.
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Hansel and Gretel style, Tsuzuki had left a trail of candy so he could find his way back later, so it was no great feat for Muraki to locate him.
"I didn't get much candy 'cos my sister got sick an' we had to come here." Tsuzuki scuffled one woolen bootie sullenly. "But you can have some 'cos you're helping her get better!" Beamed Tsuzuki offering one of the off duty nurses a bag of all-black jellybeans.
It seemed at first a horrifically cute gesture. But the true intent was revealed by the six other nurses happily feeding the vending machine coins to get snacks for the little darling. Muraki was pleasantly surprised at just how manipulative Tsuzuki could be.
"Asato-chan!" Chided Muraki waggling a finger in Tsuzuki's face. "You were very naughty to run away like that!"
Tsuzuki scowled at Muraki who had managed to steal his crowd that he'd been warming up for the last 5 minutes. Even the girl's at the vending machine had stopped inserting coins to admire the doctor's butt as he bent down to address Tsuzuki face-to-face.
"Go along with whatever I say or your little friend will die . . ." Whispered Muraki.
Tsuzuki looked unimpressed. This was to be expected since Hisoka was technically already dead.
". . . and I will tell every nurse in the hospital you're forbidden from . . . " Muraki ticked off on his fingers as he continued. "Artificial colours, preservatives, and flavors."
Tsuzuki gasped in horror.
"You wouldn't!" Tsuzuki denied. But then again Muraki **did** have that whole evil shtick going on. . . so he might actually do it! "You won't get away with this!" Accused Tsuzuki.
"What can you do to stop me?" Muraki looked smug. He regretted the challenge immediately as Tsuzuki adopted one of Tatsumi's patented evil grins.
"Otousan!" Tsuzuki cried latching onto Muraki's leg, eliciting several startled cries from the nursing staff.
"Well." Managed one particularly dumbfounded nurse. "They do look a little alike I guess. . . " Yes. Sure. They were both wearing white.
Muraki was too occupied thinking lecherous things about adult Tsuzuki to deny the charge.
"Can I have some chocolate?" He begged, going inu and tugging at Muraki's pants leg. "Onegai shimaaaaaaaaasssssuuuu?"
" . . . . "
"Sankyuu!!" Chirped Tsuzuki to the assembled nursing staff (leaving Muraki to wonder just who was looking after the patients). "Well I'm done here." Muttered Tsuzuki's all business like as he packed the last bar of chocolate in his now full bag.
"Ha. . . hai." Managed Muraki weakly. He'd never seen a pack of women (and a few of the more maternal males) take apart a vending machine that fast before.
"Saaa. if only I'd been an adult I could have got the cigarettes too!"
"You smoke?" Asked Muraki genuinely surprised (perhaps at the idea of Tsuzuki smoking, perhaps at the thought his naïve little obsession regularly did this sort of traffic).
"No, but I'm supposed to bring back anything with resale value." At Muraki's incredulous look, Tsuzuki added in a whisper while giving a hurt look. "I kinda blew up the library again."
"Again?!?" Remarked Muraki in a stage whisper.
"Well what do they expect!" Remarked Tsuzuki morosely. "Putting all that flammable material in one room! If they really wanted to keep their damn 'irreplaceable' books safe they'd split it up all over!"
"How many times now?" Asked Muraki mock serious. Tsuzuki held up four fingers, at Muraki's raised eyebrow he shot back defensively;
"Only once was deliberate!" He covered his mouth in surprise at letting that little tidbit out. "It not like you don't blow things up all the time down here too!" He accused pointing at Muraki. Tsuzuki was tempted to add if the libraries on Chijou were usually inhabited by giant, talking, chickens he might be less inclined to dispute the merits of blowing them up.
"Ah. The difference is in the witnesses, Asato-chan, mine weren't dead when I started."
". . ."
"Well when you decide you've had enough of being a Shinigami, you can always come and work for me!" Suggested Muraki amiably. Tsuzuki gave him the withering look he had been expecting before prancing ahead to pull open the door for Hisoka's hospital room. "The medical package is excellent."
"Meifu has a better retirement package though." Pointed out Tsuzuki, holding the door open for Muraki before approaching his partner cautiously.
"Asato-chan!" Chided Muraki. "For the last time, I'm not going to put Kurosaki down for silicon implants."
"Fine!" Huffed Tsuzuki collapsing onto the end of the bed with a pout.
Tsuzuki was normally cute when he pouted like that. Combined with the age reduction he was nigh on irresistible. If he pulled the puppy trick Muraki knew he'd be reduced to giving Kurosaki at least one boob, but thankfully Tsuzuki had since located his bag and was hence distracted.
Due to the sheer number of witnesses, Muraki had been unable to whisk his hapless victim off to his evil abode, as he was normally wont to do, so had instead resorted to hospitalizing him. It was a small consolation at best. Muraki sated himself by putting Hisoka down for a tubal ligation before turning his attention back to Tsuzuki.
Who was mesmerized with a particularly, artificially-coloured bag of candy
"Asato-chan. . . " Whispered Muraki suggestively, determined to return Tsuzuki to his normal form and take advantage of his sugar-induced congeniality. "Visiting hours are over so why don't you and I go back to my place and . . . " Muraki stared at the empty space formerly occupied by his lamb.
". . . leave him alone. . . " Murmured Hisoka.
Muraki looked surprised. While Muraki may have preferred to keep his 'patients' conscious (so they could scream and stuff) he knew all about the theory of anaesthetic from med-school. There should have been enough anesthetic in that drip to keep the boy out for days!
". . .and he will come home, wagging his tail behind him. . ."
Sweatdrop.
****************** * * * * * *
Hansel and Gretel style, Tsuzuki had left a trail of candy so he could find his way back later, so it was no great feat for Muraki to locate him.
"I didn't get much candy 'cos my sister got sick an' we had to come here." Tsuzuki scuffled one woolen bootie sullenly. "But you can have some 'cos you're helping her get better!" Beamed Tsuzuki offering one of the off duty nurses a bag of all-black jellybeans.
It seemed at first a horrifically cute gesture. But the true intent was revealed by the six other nurses happily feeding the vending machine coins to get snacks for the little darling. Muraki was pleasantly surprised at just how manipulative Tsuzuki could be.
"Asato-chan!" Chided Muraki waggling a finger in Tsuzuki's face. "You were very naughty to run away like that!"
Tsuzuki scowled at Muraki who had managed to steal his crowd that he'd been warming up for the last 5 minutes. Even the girl's at the vending machine had stopped inserting coins to admire the doctor's butt as he bent down to address Tsuzuki face-to-face.
"Go along with whatever I say or your little friend will die . . ." Whispered Muraki.
Tsuzuki looked unimpressed. This was to be expected since Hisoka was technically already dead.
". . . and I will tell every nurse in the hospital you're forbidden from . . . " Muraki ticked off on his fingers as he continued. "Artificial colours, preservatives, and flavors."
Tsuzuki gasped in horror.
"You wouldn't!" Tsuzuki denied. But then again Muraki **did** have that whole evil shtick going on. . . so he might actually do it! "You won't get away with this!" Accused Tsuzuki.
"What can you do to stop me?" Muraki looked smug. He regretted the challenge immediately as Tsuzuki adopted one of Tatsumi's patented evil grins.
"Otousan!" Tsuzuki cried latching onto Muraki's leg, eliciting several startled cries from the nursing staff.
"Well." Managed one particularly dumbfounded nurse. "They do look a little alike I guess. . . " Yes. Sure. They were both wearing white.
Muraki was too occupied thinking lecherous things about adult Tsuzuki to deny the charge.
"Can I have some chocolate?" He begged, going inu and tugging at Muraki's pants leg. "Onegai shimaaaaaaaaasssssuuuu?"
" . . . . "
"Sankyuu!!" Chirped Tsuzuki to the assembled nursing staff (leaving Muraki to wonder just who was looking after the patients). "Well I'm done here." Muttered Tsuzuki's all business like as he packed the last bar of chocolate in his now full bag.
"Ha. . . hai." Managed Muraki weakly. He'd never seen a pack of women (and a few of the more maternal males) take apart a vending machine that fast before.
"Saaa. if only I'd been an adult I could have got the cigarettes too!"
"You smoke?" Asked Muraki genuinely surprised (perhaps at the idea of Tsuzuki smoking, perhaps at the thought his naïve little obsession regularly did this sort of traffic).
"No, but I'm supposed to bring back anything with resale value." At Muraki's incredulous look, Tsuzuki added in a whisper while giving a hurt look. "I kinda blew up the library again."
"Again?!?" Remarked Muraki in a stage whisper.
"Well what do they expect!" Remarked Tsuzuki morosely. "Putting all that flammable material in one room! If they really wanted to keep their damn 'irreplaceable' books safe they'd split it up all over!"
"How many times now?" Asked Muraki mock serious. Tsuzuki held up four fingers, at Muraki's raised eyebrow he shot back defensively;
"Only once was deliberate!" He covered his mouth in surprise at letting that little tidbit out. "It not like you don't blow things up all the time down here too!" He accused pointing at Muraki. Tsuzuki was tempted to add if the libraries on Chijou were usually inhabited by giant, talking, chickens he might be less inclined to dispute the merits of blowing them up.
"Ah. The difference is in the witnesses, Asato-chan, mine weren't dead when I started."
". . ."
"Well when you decide you've had enough of being a Shinigami, you can always come and work for me!" Suggested Muraki amiably. Tsuzuki gave him the withering look he had been expecting before prancing ahead to pull open the door for Hisoka's hospital room. "The medical package is excellent."
"Meifu has a better retirement package though." Pointed out Tsuzuki, holding the door open for Muraki before approaching his partner cautiously.