Have a Very Merry Christmas
Author: Purrmeow
Disclaimer: This fic is a yaoi (man+man) fic and if you haven't already realized that, through my many warnings, and the fact that there are only two characters from YnM, and how I hate self insertion pairings; that the pairing is... guess who? TsuzukiXHisoka! As well, there is the ever present gore and death, although I am not sure of the frequent mention in this chapter. Yami No Matsuei is copyright, and so I take no claim to the fabulous characters that grace the show. And one last bit of info... the word of the day is VAPID, look it up in the dictionary, as it will be of some use in your vocabulary... tee hee (the things we otaku learn from horrid Saiyuki subs)^-^ But onto the fic!
Chapter Six: Steam
He could have stayed there forever, held tight in the arms of his partner, could have spilt all of the tears he had reserved for Tsuzuki, and for what purpose? To be held, to have those strong arms wrap around him once more, or to let the brunette lay his head in Hisoka's lap, allowing the blonde to stroke those soft locks... But there were more pressing issues at the moment, like the physical health of the soaked shinigami.
Silently unbuttoning the first few buttons of Tsuzuki's now sheer dress shirt, Hisoka's fingers began to tremble, and he had to pause in the task to regain a steady hand. It was strange that Tsuzuki seemed to let the boy continue, unrestricted, but the blonde dismissed it as trust and continued fumbling with the soft buttons. With each button he revealed more and more of the fair and flawless skin, and he could see the goosebumps that began to form on the cooling skin as he stripped it.
What he was doing could have been clearly mistaken as erotic, the way Hisoka shyly exposed more skin, and how his green eyes were practically glued to it's pale surface. His heart began to thud heavily in his chest, again his pale fingers trembling, fumbling even more so over every button. 'Why was this happening to him? What was he, or Tsuzuki, doing to make his body react in such a way?' Fearful that Tsuzuki would notice his odd behavior, or that undoing a simple button seemed to be the most difficult task at the moment; Hisoka held his breath, inflating his lungs to full capacity as his stare remained locked on the elders rising and falling chest.
The lack of breath seemed to make his task slightly easier, but not by much, and his cheeks were slowly turning pink from lack of oxygen; however, he was swift to remind himself, 'there's only one more button to go.' Rushing to unhook the last button, he carelessly ripped open the top, releasing all of his held breath in one fell swoosh!
The air hurt as it flooded his lungs, it felt heavy and humid... the bath! In all of the distraction he barely noticed how the tub had been running, and was scarily close to overflow. Leaping across the bathroom, he twisted the knob and silenced the waterfall of steam, the water swishing back and forth as he stared throught the steam at his dishelven reflection. Breathing in and out, he tried to calm down his mind and his body. 'What the hell was happening to him?'
"Hisoka, daijoubu desuka?" The soft question almost caused the teen to throw himself into the hot tub, caught entirely off guard by the others presence. 'Hadn't Tsuzuki been there the entire time?' He carefully reminded himself, had he actually forgotten the presence of the brunette throught the course of events? 'What was the matter with him?'
Clamping a hand over his eyes, he squeezed, trying to force the reasons out of his confused mind, sighing heavily as he mentally ran around and around in circles. " Hai," he sighed, he was in no way prepared to tamper the others mood, although he knew his lie must have seemed blatantly obvious. Abruptly turning to reassure the other, he found his breath caught in his throat.
The brunette looked so disappointed, so sad... but that was not the thing that had left him breathless; it was how, covered from head to toe in mud, soaked and messy, Tsuzuki looked angelic. Wet dress shirt hanging limply from his broad, slumped, shoulders; soaked strands of chocolate coloured hair hooding his sad, amethyst eyes, the flawless expanse of pink skin that still remained hidden by the open top... Hisoka had to force himself to stop staring, to tear his eyes from their target. He had finally realized it. Realized why everyone wanted Tsuzuki so much. He was perfect!
'Wait Wait!' His mind hollered, lecturing the boy harshly. 'Number one: since when are you gay? Number Two, even if you were gay, Tsuzuki has so blatantly refused everyone else, so why would he pick you? Number Three: Chances are he isn't even gay!' It hurt to admit, but it was the truth, or so the teen thought; it was better to be hurt now, than to expect so much and be gravely dissappointed.
"You should have your bath, if you don't soon you'll get sick." The blonde warned as he standed, making his way out the door, his sad eyes masked in a field of blonde, " I'll give you your privacy." His final words came out more harsh than he had intended, but maybe that was a good thing... maybe.
"But," Tsuzuki began, confused by the sudden attitude change, he knew something was bothering his partner, and the teen was lying to hide it, but he would tell Tsuzuki the truth in time. Peeling the shirt off like a second skin, the brunette could still feel a tingling sensation beneath his skin, his thoughts rushing back to when Hisoka slowly undid his shirt. He could feel the warmth diffusing through the blonde and into his body as Hisoka barely grazed his fingers along his cold skin, giving him goosebumps.
He had asked Hisoka to stay with him, had he not? And the other had agreed, had he not? Then why was he retreating from the room so fast? Although the actual proposal was far from being anything as temporary as a few minutes, even the slightest few would have been preferable. He must have alienated the teen, Hisoka must have figured out what Tsuzuki had meant; after all, one didn't require empathy to figure it out, how Tsuzuki loved Hisoka so much more than as a partner (ne? Yami no Matsuei fangirls?).
Throwing the irrelevant piece of clothing into the corner of the steamy room, he undid the buckle of his belt, staring at his hands, mind busy with thought, as he worked at the menial task. Unbuckling the leather belt, he took a few steps to the doorway, hand on the knob as he stared out at his partner. Hisoka was again laying on his bed, arms crossed behind his head, and one knee jutting up towards the ceiling. Paralyzed for a moment, he fought for something to say to the younger, and no doubt distressed, Hisoka.
"You should probably have a bath too," he suggested, for the first time bringing attention to the mud that he transfered from him to Hisoka as the other had aided him home. A thoughtful expression on his face, he smiled at the blonde who turned to face the voice.
Blushing bright red, he threw his body away from that smile, back to the half dressed brunette that peeked out of the washroom. " I'll have mine after." His reply was hard and rude as he shouted to mask the quiver that Tsuzuki had reduced him to, standing half naked in the bathroom doorway.
Disheartened, Hisoka's attitude proving his suspicions, he turned away, uttering an understanding, " hai," before the door closed behind him. Allowing the belt to slip off of his pants, he rolled the leather into a loose coil and set it on the toilet, pulling his pants off slowly short afterwards, folding them and placing them atop the belt. Stripping his body of his underwear, he slid to the ground underneath the shower head and lathered himself up, covering his fithly body in the pink bubbles.
It was the worst rejection the brunette could have ever imagined, but he would try not to let on, and hide his feelings once more; looking forward once more to the brief embraces, and holding the blonde while he cried... Twisting the shower knob on, he allowed the hot pellets of water to wash away his dissapointment, to carry them down the drain pipe along with the pink suds and mud that covered his skin.
Meanwhile, outside of the bathroom, listening to the sound of the shower on his partner, Hisoka tried to force the images of Tsuzuki under that very showerhead from his mind, as he tossed and turned on the stiff matress in frustration.
***End of Chapter Six*** ^-^ Almost at the Yaoi goodness... or am I? Cackle cackle cackle!!!(Ha! I spelled it right!)
Author: Purrmeow
Disclaimer: This fic is a yaoi (man+man) fic and if you haven't already realized that, through my many warnings, and the fact that there are only two characters from YnM, and how I hate self insertion pairings; that the pairing is... guess who? TsuzukiXHisoka! As well, there is the ever present gore and death, although I am not sure of the frequent mention in this chapter. Yami No Matsuei is copyright, and so I take no claim to the fabulous characters that grace the show. And one last bit of info... the word of the day is VAPID, look it up in the dictionary, as it will be of some use in your vocabulary... tee hee (the things we otaku learn from horrid Saiyuki subs)^-^ But onto the fic!
Chapter Six: Steam
He could have stayed there forever, held tight in the arms of his partner, could have spilt all of the tears he had reserved for Tsuzuki, and for what purpose? To be held, to have those strong arms wrap around him once more, or to let the brunette lay his head in Hisoka's lap, allowing the blonde to stroke those soft locks... But there were more pressing issues at the moment, like the physical health of the soaked shinigami.
Silently unbuttoning the first few buttons of Tsuzuki's now sheer dress shirt, Hisoka's fingers began to tremble, and he had to pause in the task to regain a steady hand. It was strange that Tsuzuki seemed to let the boy continue, unrestricted, but the blonde dismissed it as trust and continued fumbling with the soft buttons. With each button he revealed more and more of the fair and flawless skin, and he could see the goosebumps that began to form on the cooling skin as he stripped it.
What he was doing could have been clearly mistaken as erotic, the way Hisoka shyly exposed more skin, and how his green eyes were practically glued to it's pale surface. His heart began to thud heavily in his chest, again his pale fingers trembling, fumbling even more so over every button. 'Why was this happening to him? What was he, or Tsuzuki, doing to make his body react in such a way?' Fearful that Tsuzuki would notice his odd behavior, or that undoing a simple button seemed to be the most difficult task at the moment; Hisoka held his breath, inflating his lungs to full capacity as his stare remained locked on the elders rising and falling chest.
The lack of breath seemed to make his task slightly easier, but not by much, and his cheeks were slowly turning pink from lack of oxygen; however, he was swift to remind himself, 'there's only one more button to go.' Rushing to unhook the last button, he carelessly ripped open the top, releasing all of his held breath in one fell swoosh!
The air hurt as it flooded his lungs, it felt heavy and humid... the bath! In all of the distraction he barely noticed how the tub had been running, and was scarily close to overflow. Leaping across the bathroom, he twisted the knob and silenced the waterfall of steam, the water swishing back and forth as he stared throught the steam at his dishelven reflection. Breathing in and out, he tried to calm down his mind and his body. 'What the hell was happening to him?'
"Hisoka, daijoubu desuka?" The soft question almost caused the teen to throw himself into the hot tub, caught entirely off guard by the others presence. 'Hadn't Tsuzuki been there the entire time?' He carefully reminded himself, had he actually forgotten the presence of the brunette throught the course of events? 'What was the matter with him?'
Clamping a hand over his eyes, he squeezed, trying to force the reasons out of his confused mind, sighing heavily as he mentally ran around and around in circles. " Hai," he sighed, he was in no way prepared to tamper the others mood, although he knew his lie must have seemed blatantly obvious. Abruptly turning to reassure the other, he found his breath caught in his throat.
The brunette looked so disappointed, so sad... but that was not the thing that had left him breathless; it was how, covered from head to toe in mud, soaked and messy, Tsuzuki looked angelic. Wet dress shirt hanging limply from his broad, slumped, shoulders; soaked strands of chocolate coloured hair hooding his sad, amethyst eyes, the flawless expanse of pink skin that still remained hidden by the open top... Hisoka had to force himself to stop staring, to tear his eyes from their target. He had finally realized it. Realized why everyone wanted Tsuzuki so much. He was perfect!
'Wait Wait!' His mind hollered, lecturing the boy harshly. 'Number one: since when are you gay? Number Two, even if you were gay, Tsuzuki has so blatantly refused everyone else, so why would he pick you? Number Three: Chances are he isn't even gay!' It hurt to admit, but it was the truth, or so the teen thought; it was better to be hurt now, than to expect so much and be gravely dissappointed.
"You should have your bath, if you don't soon you'll get sick." The blonde warned as he standed, making his way out the door, his sad eyes masked in a field of blonde, " I'll give you your privacy." His final words came out more harsh than he had intended, but maybe that was a good thing... maybe.
"But," Tsuzuki began, confused by the sudden attitude change, he knew something was bothering his partner, and the teen was lying to hide it, but he would tell Tsuzuki the truth in time. Peeling the shirt off like a second skin, the brunette could still feel a tingling sensation beneath his skin, his thoughts rushing back to when Hisoka slowly undid his shirt. He could feel the warmth diffusing through the blonde and into his body as Hisoka barely grazed his fingers along his cold skin, giving him goosebumps.
He had asked Hisoka to stay with him, had he not? And the other had agreed, had he not? Then why was he retreating from the room so fast? Although the actual proposal was far from being anything as temporary as a few minutes, even the slightest few would have been preferable. He must have alienated the teen, Hisoka must have figured out what Tsuzuki had meant; after all, one didn't require empathy to figure it out, how Tsuzuki loved Hisoka so much more than as a partner (ne? Yami no Matsuei fangirls?).
Throwing the irrelevant piece of clothing into the corner of the steamy room, he undid the buckle of his belt, staring at his hands, mind busy with thought, as he worked at the menial task. Unbuckling the leather belt, he took a few steps to the doorway, hand on the knob as he stared out at his partner. Hisoka was again laying on his bed, arms crossed behind his head, and one knee jutting up towards the ceiling. Paralyzed for a moment, he fought for something to say to the younger, and no doubt distressed, Hisoka.
"You should probably have a bath too," he suggested, for the first time bringing attention to the mud that he transfered from him to Hisoka as the other had aided him home. A thoughtful expression on his face, he smiled at the blonde who turned to face the voice.
Blushing bright red, he threw his body away from that smile, back to the half dressed brunette that peeked out of the washroom. " I'll have mine after." His reply was hard and rude as he shouted to mask the quiver that Tsuzuki had reduced him to, standing half naked in the bathroom doorway.
Disheartened, Hisoka's attitude proving his suspicions, he turned away, uttering an understanding, " hai," before the door closed behind him. Allowing the belt to slip off of his pants, he rolled the leather into a loose coil and set it on the toilet, pulling his pants off slowly short afterwards, folding them and placing them atop the belt. Stripping his body of his underwear, he slid to the ground underneath the shower head and lathered himself up, covering his fithly body in the pink bubbles.
It was the worst rejection the brunette could have ever imagined, but he would try not to let on, and hide his feelings once more; looking forward once more to the brief embraces, and holding the blonde while he cried... Twisting the shower knob on, he allowed the hot pellets of water to wash away his dissapointment, to carry them down the drain pipe along with the pink suds and mud that covered his skin.
Meanwhile, outside of the bathroom, listening to the sound of the shower on his partner, Hisoka tried to force the images of Tsuzuki under that very showerhead from his mind, as he tossed and turned on the stiff matress in frustration.
***End of Chapter Six*** ^-^ Almost at the Yaoi goodness... or am I? Cackle cackle cackle!!!(Ha! I spelled it right!)