AN ITTY BITTY LITTLE EPILOGUE
Tsuzuki rolled over uncomfortably on his hospital bed (Tatsumi said it wasn't stealing - just their kickback since the whole hospital would have been destroyed if Muraki HAD raised a demon) in his paper hospital gown. You couldn't really comprehend how he felt at the moment unless you happen to be one of those people that had had an alien burst out through your guts and perform the Macarena on your intestines.
"I have the antidote right here!" Cheered Watari, holding up the vial.
"Ah!" Cheered the assembled.
"Tsuzuki-chan, are you sure you won't reconsider?" Begged Wakaba, while Saya and Yumi gave encouraging nods from that half of the room that wasn't mortally opposed to keeping chibi-Tsuzuki.
"It's a far better thing I return to my normal body." Replied Tsuzuki sagely, eyeing off the box of candy Terazuma had placed tantalizingly out of reach over an hour ago, on the torturous premise Watari had banned Tsuzuki from eating till the antidote was ready. Maybe if he rolled over his stomach could accommodate just one more choco. . . .urgh . . . no. . . The sooner his stomach was returned to its normal state of dimensionally transcendentalness the better!
"Tsuzuki-chan, you just need to swallow this, and you'll return to your normal size immediately!" Watari held up the 'antidote' which looked suspiciously like a cinnabon.
"Arigatou Watari!" Exclaimed Tsuzuki taking the sugary treat.
"Was it necessary to disguise it as food?" Asked Tatsumi nervously.
"Force of habit." Watari shrugged, wiping his hands off on a towel which had 'Queen Camellia' embroidered in cursive on the hem.
"WAIT!" Cried Hisoka from the door, and Tsuzuki regrettably pulled the pastry away from his mouth.
"What is it, Kurosaki-kun?" Hisoka glared at him and Hakushaku decided it was better to tie the knots himself than rely on Watson next time.
"Tsuzuki! If you change back wearing that!" Hisoka waved a hand at Tsuzuki's child-sized paper gown. "Everyone will see you nekkid!" Deftly he wrapped the sheets around Tsuzuki, who was tempted to point out that everyone in the room had already seen him naked just last week at the office party, but decided against it on the grounds Hisoka hadn't been there and probably didn't know about it yet. Best not to add fuel to the fire.
Tatsumi and Hakushaku, who had positioned their chairs as close as possible to the bed without physically being in it (so tempting) sighed morosely and stood up, Tatsumi to console himself with the little shampoos and soaps Tsuzuki had bought back, and Hakushaku to help Watson pack up the video recorder.
FIN~
"They say this happens everytime he transfers to a different hospital." Confided Nurse Undesignated. "Linen, chemicals, tongue depressors . . . anything that's not nailed down - gone!"
"And he was such a good doctor . . . seemed like such a nice man!" Admonished Nurse Anonymous.
Tsuzuki rolled over uncomfortably on his hospital bed (Tatsumi said it wasn't stealing - just their kickback since the whole hospital would have been destroyed if Muraki HAD raised a demon) in his paper hospital gown. You couldn't really comprehend how he felt at the moment unless you happen to be one of those people that had had an alien burst out through your guts and perform the Macarena on your intestines.
"I have the antidote right here!" Cheered Watari, holding up the vial.
"Ah!" Cheered the assembled.
"Tsuzuki-chan, are you sure you won't reconsider?" Begged Wakaba, while Saya and Yumi gave encouraging nods from that half of the room that wasn't mortally opposed to keeping chibi-Tsuzuki.
"It's a far better thing I return to my normal body." Replied Tsuzuki sagely, eyeing off the box of candy Terazuma had placed tantalizingly out of reach over an hour ago, on the torturous premise Watari had banned Tsuzuki from eating till the antidote was ready. Maybe if he rolled over his stomach could accommodate just one more choco. . . .urgh . . . no. . . The sooner his stomach was returned to its normal state of dimensionally transcendentalness the better!
"Tsuzuki-chan, you just need to swallow this, and you'll return to your normal size immediately!" Watari held up the 'antidote' which looked suspiciously like a cinnabon.
"Arigatou Watari!" Exclaimed Tsuzuki taking the sugary treat.
"Was it necessary to disguise it as food?" Asked Tatsumi nervously.
"Force of habit." Watari shrugged, wiping his hands off on a towel which had 'Queen Camellia' embroidered in cursive on the hem.
"WAIT!" Cried Hisoka from the door, and Tsuzuki regrettably pulled the pastry away from his mouth.
"What is it, Kurosaki-kun?" Hisoka glared at him and Hakushaku decided it was better to tie the knots himself than rely on Watson next time.
"Tsuzuki! If you change back wearing that!" Hisoka waved a hand at Tsuzuki's child-sized paper gown. "Everyone will see you nekkid!" Deftly he wrapped the sheets around Tsuzuki, who was tempted to point out that everyone in the room had already seen him naked just last week at the office party, but decided against it on the grounds Hisoka hadn't been there and probably didn't know about it yet. Best not to add fuel to the fire.
Tatsumi and Hakushaku, who had positioned their chairs as close as possible to the bed without physically being in it (so tempting) sighed morosely and stood up, Tatsumi to console himself with the little shampoos and soaps Tsuzuki had bought back, and Hakushaku to help Watson pack up the video recorder.
FIN~
"They say this happens everytime he transfers to a different hospital." Confided Nurse Undesignated. "Linen, chemicals, tongue depressors . . . anything that's not nailed down - gone!"
"And he was such a good doctor . . . seemed like such a nice man!" Admonished Nurse Anonymous.