Have a Very Merry Christmas
Author: Purrmeow
Disclaimer: This is a gorey, yaoi TsuzukiXHisoka ficcie; so that means there is alot of blood,or mention of such, and there is mention of manlove (although we have not yet touched on that). I am also an innocent, and poor, write, I claim no rights to the show, and the characters mentioned belong to their respective owners. So now that you have been appropriately warned (although you have been five times before), let's continue with our story^-^!
Chapter Five: Downpour
"Tsuzuki!" The teen called, rematerializing within the grungy walls of the motel room, "Tsuzuki!" Hisoka was becoming even more frantic with every passing moment, eager to spread his news, and worried for the wellbeing of his comrade. It was late into the night, and the brunette still seemed to be gone, the room completely empty of his usually cheerful presence. Dashing from room to room, desperate to find even the slightest trace of his partner, the blonde called yet again, his voice louder and more urgent. "Tsuzuki!!"
Receiving a pound on the neighbouring wall, he hushed himself, although with great difficulty, and rushed to the door; hand closing around the doorknob, Hisoka felt the slightest trace of Tsuzuki's aura, although it had faded considerably. It was then he felt the other even stronger than the remaining presence on the handle, it was a painful feeling, and he clutched his temples defensively. He hadn't felt this from the man since Touda, and it horrified the blonde, causing him to rush out the door and into the pouring rain.
'Please let him be okay,' the teenager pleaded as the downpour quickly soaked through the thick denim of his jacket. Following the empty presence of the elder shinigami, Hisoka pressed on through the blinding storm, arm shielding his eyes from natures revenge. The feeling was getting stronger, and he could tell that the other was close by; dropping his arm, Hisoka glanced forwards, eyes narrowing as he could barely see the silouhette of another a few blocks away. 'Tsuzuki!'
Rushing forwards, the anxious blonde came nearer and nearer to the unmistakable form of his partner. " Tsuzuki!" He shouted, although he knew that the storm had muffled his words to a near silent gurgle, and slowed his step, barely three feet from the other. His eyes widening in shock as he took in the dishelven form that stood rickety before him, almost as though it did not even notice his presence.
Tsuzuki was soaked from head to toe in mud, the rain barely washing the filth from his skin. Meanwhile, all the rain really accomplished was drenching the eerily silent shinigami, turning his white dress shirt sheer, and making his clothing cling to his built form. His purple eyes, from what Hisoka could gather at a distance, were empty, gazing forward into the pouring rain.
"Ano..." the younger began, " Tsuzuki, daijoubu desu ka?" Hisoka softly asked, approaching slowly and unsurely. But all the other did was turn his dead gaze to the blonde, staring with tortured and empty eyes. Had it not been for all the rain, his tears would have been visible, but Hisoka could feel the pain through the empty stare.
"Hi-hiso..." the man whispered, desperation tinting his trembling voice, his weak body rocking forward falling heavily on a brick wall as he slid to the puddle ridden ground. Hisoka was quick to his side, his hands shaking the others weak shoulders as he begged for a response.
"Tsuzuki! Tsuzuki!" He repeated, over and over as he sat by his partner's side, his worry growing by the second. Finally, the blonde threw his partner's arm over his narrow shoulders, and struggled to stand, weighed down by the considerably heavier man; however, his top priority lay in getting the other back to the warmth of the motel. The pain of the blankly staring otoko diffused rapidly into the younger, contact playing the entire scene back for the formerly clueless Hisoka. It was excrutiatingly painful, but the shinigami had to resist the urge to drop to the ground, he needed to take care of Tsuzuki! But he now understood the reasoning behind the turmoil of the silent brunette.
Kicking the motel door open, Hisoka leaned on the frame heavily, breathless and heaving desperately for his long since lost breath. Sliding off his soaked, and no doubt ruined, shoes, he set the other on the ground and pulled off the leather loafers that seemed to fall apart in his grasp. Tsuzuki remained unblinking as his partner stripped him of his footwear and jacket, discarding his own soaked jacket in the process, eyes locked in place.
Casting a brief glance at his still partner, Hisoka was, for the first time, able to accurately evaluate the brunettes situation; his face was stained and streaked with wet dirt, scrapes hidden beneath the muddy smears. There was no question here, Tsuzuki desperately needed a bath, the situation more urgent when the tall man shivered roughly. Briefly retreating to the bathroom to start the warm water in the tub, he returned and eyed the elder speculatively.
Lifting his partner off the ground, he led Tsuzuki to the steamy bathroom, a soft grip encouraging the purple eyed man move of his own will. The only way he could brake the shinigami out of this trance-like state, as he had learned through experience, was to talk to the distraught man. " Tsuzuki," the teen began, unsure of what to say as he set his partner down on the ground, kneeling between his spread legs.
" Another one..." the other responded, deep and sorrowful," I let another die."
Hisoka broke through the others sentence, forceful in his words, " there was nothing you could have done!" He was tired of the constant self blame that came from the desperate man.
" Hisoka," he turned his now conscious amethyst pools on the frantic teen, " I don't want anyone else to die." Tsuzuki almost begged as he shuddered visibly, his entire body racked with silent sobs as he wrapped his arms around Hisoka.
"Tsuzuki," the blonde began, allowing the other to pull him into his strong grip, cuddling close as tears fell from his own green eyes, for Tsuzuki. There was so much he felt for his partner, both anger and care, and he was so unsure of both, but was terrified of losing whatever he had gained.
"Hisoka?" Tsuzuki asked, his deep voice resounding in his partner's ear.
"Hai?" The near silent boy answered, shuddering at the close and warm breath.
"Will you stay with me?" The soft spoken brunette asked, his grip loosening on his partner slightly, purple eyes staring at the golden locks expectantly.
Staring back up at his partner with confused green eyes, he contemplated the question, turning the words over and over in his mind. What was he implying? But either way, Hisoka knew what his answer was, "Hai."
"Yakusoku?" The elder inquired, eyes locked on those of the unsure Hisoka.
A little hesitant, the blonde agreed, " u-uhn," quickly looking away from the awkward gaze.
*** End of Chapter Five*** Oooooooooooooooooooh! Yaoi goodness coming soon. Sorry about the bland chapter, needed a transitional chapter. Reviews please ^-^!
Author: Purrmeow
Disclaimer: This is a gorey, yaoi TsuzukiXHisoka ficcie; so that means there is alot of blood,or mention of such, and there is mention of manlove (although we have not yet touched on that). I am also an innocent, and poor, write, I claim no rights to the show, and the characters mentioned belong to their respective owners. So now that you have been appropriately warned (although you have been five times before), let's continue with our story^-^!
Chapter Five: Downpour
"Tsuzuki!" The teen called, rematerializing within the grungy walls of the motel room, "Tsuzuki!" Hisoka was becoming even more frantic with every passing moment, eager to spread his news, and worried for the wellbeing of his comrade. It was late into the night, and the brunette still seemed to be gone, the room completely empty of his usually cheerful presence. Dashing from room to room, desperate to find even the slightest trace of his partner, the blonde called yet again, his voice louder and more urgent. "Tsuzuki!!"
Receiving a pound on the neighbouring wall, he hushed himself, although with great difficulty, and rushed to the door; hand closing around the doorknob, Hisoka felt the slightest trace of Tsuzuki's aura, although it had faded considerably. It was then he felt the other even stronger than the remaining presence on the handle, it was a painful feeling, and he clutched his temples defensively. He hadn't felt this from the man since Touda, and it horrified the blonde, causing him to rush out the door and into the pouring rain.
'Please let him be okay,' the teenager pleaded as the downpour quickly soaked through the thick denim of his jacket. Following the empty presence of the elder shinigami, Hisoka pressed on through the blinding storm, arm shielding his eyes from natures revenge. The feeling was getting stronger, and he could tell that the other was close by; dropping his arm, Hisoka glanced forwards, eyes narrowing as he could barely see the silouhette of another a few blocks away. 'Tsuzuki!'
Rushing forwards, the anxious blonde came nearer and nearer to the unmistakable form of his partner. " Tsuzuki!" He shouted, although he knew that the storm had muffled his words to a near silent gurgle, and slowed his step, barely three feet from the other. His eyes widening in shock as he took in the dishelven form that stood rickety before him, almost as though it did not even notice his presence.
Tsuzuki was soaked from head to toe in mud, the rain barely washing the filth from his skin. Meanwhile, all the rain really accomplished was drenching the eerily silent shinigami, turning his white dress shirt sheer, and making his clothing cling to his built form. His purple eyes, from what Hisoka could gather at a distance, were empty, gazing forward into the pouring rain.
"Ano..." the younger began, " Tsuzuki, daijoubu desu ka?" Hisoka softly asked, approaching slowly and unsurely. But all the other did was turn his dead gaze to the blonde, staring with tortured and empty eyes. Had it not been for all the rain, his tears would have been visible, but Hisoka could feel the pain through the empty stare.
"Hi-hiso..." the man whispered, desperation tinting his trembling voice, his weak body rocking forward falling heavily on a brick wall as he slid to the puddle ridden ground. Hisoka was quick to his side, his hands shaking the others weak shoulders as he begged for a response.
"Tsuzuki! Tsuzuki!" He repeated, over and over as he sat by his partner's side, his worry growing by the second. Finally, the blonde threw his partner's arm over his narrow shoulders, and struggled to stand, weighed down by the considerably heavier man; however, his top priority lay in getting the other back to the warmth of the motel. The pain of the blankly staring otoko diffused rapidly into the younger, contact playing the entire scene back for the formerly clueless Hisoka. It was excrutiatingly painful, but the shinigami had to resist the urge to drop to the ground, he needed to take care of Tsuzuki! But he now understood the reasoning behind the turmoil of the silent brunette.
Kicking the motel door open, Hisoka leaned on the frame heavily, breathless and heaving desperately for his long since lost breath. Sliding off his soaked, and no doubt ruined, shoes, he set the other on the ground and pulled off the leather loafers that seemed to fall apart in his grasp. Tsuzuki remained unblinking as his partner stripped him of his footwear and jacket, discarding his own soaked jacket in the process, eyes locked in place.
Casting a brief glance at his still partner, Hisoka was, for the first time, able to accurately evaluate the brunettes situation; his face was stained and streaked with wet dirt, scrapes hidden beneath the muddy smears. There was no question here, Tsuzuki desperately needed a bath, the situation more urgent when the tall man shivered roughly. Briefly retreating to the bathroom to start the warm water in the tub, he returned and eyed the elder speculatively.
Lifting his partner off the ground, he led Tsuzuki to the steamy bathroom, a soft grip encouraging the purple eyed man move of his own will. The only way he could brake the shinigami out of this trance-like state, as he had learned through experience, was to talk to the distraught man. " Tsuzuki," the teen began, unsure of what to say as he set his partner down on the ground, kneeling between his spread legs.
" Another one..." the other responded, deep and sorrowful," I let another die."
Hisoka broke through the others sentence, forceful in his words, " there was nothing you could have done!" He was tired of the constant self blame that came from the desperate man.
" Hisoka," he turned his now conscious amethyst pools on the frantic teen, " I don't want anyone else to die." Tsuzuki almost begged as he shuddered visibly, his entire body racked with silent sobs as he wrapped his arms around Hisoka.
"Tsuzuki," the blonde began, allowing the other to pull him into his strong grip, cuddling close as tears fell from his own green eyes, for Tsuzuki. There was so much he felt for his partner, both anger and care, and he was so unsure of both, but was terrified of losing whatever he had gained.
"Hisoka?" Tsuzuki asked, his deep voice resounding in his partner's ear.
"Hai?" The near silent boy answered, shuddering at the close and warm breath.
"Will you stay with me?" The soft spoken brunette asked, his grip loosening on his partner slightly, purple eyes staring at the golden locks expectantly.
Staring back up at his partner with confused green eyes, he contemplated the question, turning the words over and over in his mind. What was he implying? But either way, Hisoka knew what his answer was, "Hai."
"Yakusoku?" The elder inquired, eyes locked on those of the unsure Hisoka.
A little hesitant, the blonde agreed, " u-uhn," quickly looking away from the awkward gaze.
*** End of Chapter Five*** Oooooooooooooooooooh! Yaoi goodness coming soon. Sorry about the bland chapter, needed a transitional chapter. Reviews please ^-^!