Wait a second. Surely they weren't planning to have Tsuzuki wear the Bo
Peep costume which just 'happened' to be Hisoka's size.
Just happened to.
The slight narrowing of Tatsumi's eyes.
The way Watari kept breaking into giggles.
Hisoka was getting the distinct impression he'd been fleeced.
Obviously the Baka hadn't been involved or Hisoka would have known immediately (there were advantages to being an empath after all). Absently he sat up in bed, pulling out the drip distastefully. Well at worst it was still better than the B&D setup Muraki usually opted for.
Hisoka scowled (second nature - no particular relevance to story). Having determined he was in a hospital he scrambled to the end of the bed to read his chart.
"WTF? Tubal ligation?" He hissed, reading the doctor's notes. Under Muraki's even hand was scrawled in Tsuzuki's cursive - 'Boobs'. Hisoka could feel the mother of all twitchmarks building on the back of his head.
"You're awake." Commented Muraki mildly surprised.
Tsuzuki's continued use of sleep fuda on Hisoka to avoid paper work had endowed Hisoka with somewhat of a super human resistance to tranquilizers.
Awake and unharmed. Well that was a new one. Confusion attack maybe?
"This is just how I imagine the Joukai is like." Murmured Tsuzuki sleepily from where he was nestled between Hisoka's petticoats, surrounded by chocolate bars.
". . . "
"It's not child abuse because you're not a child." Sniffed Hisoka as Tsuzuki slid bonelessly down the far wall.
"Hidoooi!" Mumbled Tsuzuki with mini-Suzaka's in flight around his head.
"Now, now, Kurosaki-kun, there's no need to resort to violence!" Admonished Muraki gathering the injured Tsuzuki and settling him on his lap. Tsuzuki was too dazed to resist (admittedly Hisoka had not taken into account the new size differential and had only intended to throw him off the bed) but Hisoka scowled at him regardless. "Shall we cut the pleasantries and get down to business?"
Hisoka scowled in acknowledgement.
Tsuzuki (even with accelerated shinigami-style healing) was working off his concussion by drooling into Muraki's sleeve. Said doctor looked slightly disgusted.
"As cute as chibi-Tsuzuki is." Suggested Muraki, absently petting his semi- conscious captives' messy, brown hair. "How do I get the upgrade?"
Hisoka sniffed hautily and ignored the query.
"Do I really need to point out you're my captives?"
Tsuzuki, who figured it would be rude to point out that they were in an unwarded, public place rather than Muraki's usual den of evil and hence could teleport out anytime they wished, said nothing (call it professional courtesy if you will).
Unfortunately Hisoka wasn't nearly as reminiscent (who could blame the boy, after all he was in a room with his former killer who was currently hand feeding his partner (and occasional love interest) milk duds).
"Is it some sort of time-based thing?" Prompted Muraki.
"Nope! You need an antidote!" Chirped Tsuzuki who had managed to snatch the box and was wolfing (quite an accomplishment for a sheep) down the contents merrily.
"I see." Murmured Muraki tapping his chin thoughtfully. He had himself researched youth potions at one time. He might after years discover the cure, but Muraki was not a patient man. "And I would find this antidote where. . .?" Asked Muraki, having reclaimed the box, which he held at arms length from Tsuzuki.
"AH!" Tsuzuki finally regained enough of his sense s to realize where he was, sheepishly rematerialized in Hisoka's skirts.
"Why should we tell you anything?"
Muraki massaged his temples in frustration, surely not this again? When did all the good guys get so antiauthoritarian?
"Back in Meifu!" Supplied Tsuzuki who was always happy to help. Well not always, but was too busy gaping at Hisoka who had managed to embed his staff 2ft into the mattress in effect to convince Tsuzuki to stay out from between his legs.
Tsuzuki looked unrepentant (but nonetheless impressed).
"So here's how it will work." Muraki commanded. "You," Hisoka pointed at himself and Muraki nodded, "Will return to Meifu for the antidote while you," Tsuzuki pointed to himself and again Muraki nodded, "Will remain as hostage."
Hisoka was amenable to this arrangement which didn't involve himself being the hostage (for once). Muraki was amenable as he got to spend the interlude alone with Tsuzuki (even if it was the bite-size version). Only Tsuzuki was protesting.
"You can't leave me 'Soka-chan!" Begged Tsuzuki as Hisoka stood in a rustle of skirts and candy bars leaving a trail of sugary goodness. Crawling up Hisoka's leg he emerged again nanoseconds later in Hisoka's voluminous bodice (Hisoka had refused to wear a padded bra of any kind - he still had some dignity after all). "He'll. . . do things to me! Because I'm cute and defenseless!"
Muraki nodded in confirmation of the charge.
Hisoka unceremoniously dumped Tsuzuki on the bed before making to leave again. Tsuzuki sighed in apparent resignation, attracting Hisoka's attention again.
"Tatsumi will rescue me."
Hisoka twitched. "Huh?" He managed stupidly.
"Tatsumi." Clarified Tsuzuki, producing a manicure kit from nowhere he began filing his nails, nonchalant. "When he finds out you left me here." Kekekekekeke. And 'Soka's food allowance would be cut and given to Tsuzuki 'cos Tatsumi was Tsuzuki's bestest friend (except sometimes when it was Watari like when Tatsumi was busy).
Muraki watched in admiration as Tsuzuki again pulled the proverbial wool over Hisoka's eyes, unabashedly manipulating the boy.
Hisoka scowled. Because it was true. Tatsumi would be there the second he realized his precious was in danger. Tsuzuki was Hisoka's partner now, dammit!
NOTE: Hisoka would like it to be firmly established in the reader's mind he was in no way inspired by jealousy. Nor were his actions to be meditated as necessary only to exclude a potential rival for Tsuzuki's attentions. Heck no!
"I won't leave you Tsuzuki!" Declared Hisoka, eye's burning with passion.
Tsuzuki laid aside his nail buffer to dip a small bow to Muraki who applauded politely.
Just happened to.
The slight narrowing of Tatsumi's eyes.
The way Watari kept breaking into giggles.
Hisoka was getting the distinct impression he'd been fleeced.
Obviously the Baka hadn't been involved or Hisoka would have known immediately (there were advantages to being an empath after all). Absently he sat up in bed, pulling out the drip distastefully. Well at worst it was still better than the B&D setup Muraki usually opted for.
Hisoka scowled (second nature - no particular relevance to story). Having determined he was in a hospital he scrambled to the end of the bed to read his chart.
"WTF? Tubal ligation?" He hissed, reading the doctor's notes. Under Muraki's even hand was scrawled in Tsuzuki's cursive - 'Boobs'. Hisoka could feel the mother of all twitchmarks building on the back of his head.
"You're awake." Commented Muraki mildly surprised.
Tsuzuki's continued use of sleep fuda on Hisoka to avoid paper work had endowed Hisoka with somewhat of a super human resistance to tranquilizers.
Awake and unharmed. Well that was a new one. Confusion attack maybe?
"This is just how I imagine the Joukai is like." Murmured Tsuzuki sleepily from where he was nestled between Hisoka's petticoats, surrounded by chocolate bars.
". . . "
"It's not child abuse because you're not a child." Sniffed Hisoka as Tsuzuki slid bonelessly down the far wall.
"Hidoooi!" Mumbled Tsuzuki with mini-Suzaka's in flight around his head.
"Now, now, Kurosaki-kun, there's no need to resort to violence!" Admonished Muraki gathering the injured Tsuzuki and settling him on his lap. Tsuzuki was too dazed to resist (admittedly Hisoka had not taken into account the new size differential and had only intended to throw him off the bed) but Hisoka scowled at him regardless. "Shall we cut the pleasantries and get down to business?"
Hisoka scowled in acknowledgement.
Tsuzuki (even with accelerated shinigami-style healing) was working off his concussion by drooling into Muraki's sleeve. Said doctor looked slightly disgusted.
"As cute as chibi-Tsuzuki is." Suggested Muraki, absently petting his semi- conscious captives' messy, brown hair. "How do I get the upgrade?"
Hisoka sniffed hautily and ignored the query.
"Do I really need to point out you're my captives?"
Tsuzuki, who figured it would be rude to point out that they were in an unwarded, public place rather than Muraki's usual den of evil and hence could teleport out anytime they wished, said nothing (call it professional courtesy if you will).
Unfortunately Hisoka wasn't nearly as reminiscent (who could blame the boy, after all he was in a room with his former killer who was currently hand feeding his partner (and occasional love interest) milk duds).
"Is it some sort of time-based thing?" Prompted Muraki.
"Nope! You need an antidote!" Chirped Tsuzuki who had managed to snatch the box and was wolfing (quite an accomplishment for a sheep) down the contents merrily.
"I see." Murmured Muraki tapping his chin thoughtfully. He had himself researched youth potions at one time. He might after years discover the cure, but Muraki was not a patient man. "And I would find this antidote where. . .?" Asked Muraki, having reclaimed the box, which he held at arms length from Tsuzuki.
"AH!" Tsuzuki finally regained enough of his sense s to realize where he was, sheepishly rematerialized in Hisoka's skirts.
"Why should we tell you anything?"
Muraki massaged his temples in frustration, surely not this again? When did all the good guys get so antiauthoritarian?
"Back in Meifu!" Supplied Tsuzuki who was always happy to help. Well not always, but was too busy gaping at Hisoka who had managed to embed his staff 2ft into the mattress in effect to convince Tsuzuki to stay out from between his legs.
Tsuzuki looked unrepentant (but nonetheless impressed).
"So here's how it will work." Muraki commanded. "You," Hisoka pointed at himself and Muraki nodded, "Will return to Meifu for the antidote while you," Tsuzuki pointed to himself and again Muraki nodded, "Will remain as hostage."
Hisoka was amenable to this arrangement which didn't involve himself being the hostage (for once). Muraki was amenable as he got to spend the interlude alone with Tsuzuki (even if it was the bite-size version). Only Tsuzuki was protesting.
"You can't leave me 'Soka-chan!" Begged Tsuzuki as Hisoka stood in a rustle of skirts and candy bars leaving a trail of sugary goodness. Crawling up Hisoka's leg he emerged again nanoseconds later in Hisoka's voluminous bodice (Hisoka had refused to wear a padded bra of any kind - he still had some dignity after all). "He'll. . . do things to me! Because I'm cute and defenseless!"
Muraki nodded in confirmation of the charge.
Hisoka unceremoniously dumped Tsuzuki on the bed before making to leave again. Tsuzuki sighed in apparent resignation, attracting Hisoka's attention again.
"Tatsumi will rescue me."
Hisoka twitched. "Huh?" He managed stupidly.
"Tatsumi." Clarified Tsuzuki, producing a manicure kit from nowhere he began filing his nails, nonchalant. "When he finds out you left me here." Kekekekekeke. And 'Soka's food allowance would be cut and given to Tsuzuki 'cos Tatsumi was Tsuzuki's bestest friend (except sometimes when it was Watari like when Tatsumi was busy).
Muraki watched in admiration as Tsuzuki again pulled the proverbial wool over Hisoka's eyes, unabashedly manipulating the boy.
Hisoka scowled. Because it was true. Tatsumi would be there the second he realized his precious was in danger. Tsuzuki was Hisoka's partner now, dammit!
NOTE: Hisoka would like it to be firmly established in the reader's mind he was in no way inspired by jealousy. Nor were his actions to be meditated as necessary only to exclude a potential rival for Tsuzuki's attentions. Heck no!
"I won't leave you Tsuzuki!" Declared Hisoka, eye's burning with passion.
Tsuzuki laid aside his nail buffer to dip a small bow to Muraki who applauded politely.