Have a Very Merry Christmas
Author: Purrmeow
Author's notes: This is most likely the last chapter I will write before I leave for the land of the rising sun, therefore, I hope my fans will wait until I return (late June) for the next chapter. I would also like to give Aqua credit for helping me decide how to write the next chapter. I hope you all enjoy the verdict, and I'll miss ya all! ^-~
Chapter Thirteen
Shocked, Tsuzuki blinked, and blinked again, startled by the knowledge the mysterious driver seemed to posess. Stuttering at first, it took the shocked and appauled shinigami a while to begin,"h-how?"
A smile cracked the stonecold mask, but Tsuzuki was not the slightest bit relieved by the expression. "I'm an empath, it runs in the family I guess." Turning his eyes off the road yet again, he reassuringly smiled for a second time, " Don't worry, I will not use it to find out anything else."
With that stress off of his shoulders, Tsuzuki sighed in relief, sinking into the seat heavily. The silence stretched for a bit, and the usually genki brunette felt curiousity pang at the back of his mind. "Well..." he started, his voice barely above a whisper. "You know my name, obviously, but may I ask what yours is?" He wasn't really expecting the empath to answer, but he couldn't resist the urge to ask anyways.
" Kurosaki Hiroshi." Eyes widening, Tsuzuki stared in disbelief at the driver, mouth agape at the sudden, and surprizing news. Amethyst pools now more intently studying the driver, Tsuzuki was able to more carefully study the other; with the background information in place, it was obvious, the resemblance between this man and Hisoka. The way the golden blonde barely hid his vibrant eyes, the pale and flawless skin, the thin, but toned physique; if Tsuzuki didn't know any better, he could almost identify this individual as the spitting image of his lover, albeit older, no longer reminding him of the psychopathic doctor that had kidnapped Hisoka.
" Are you alright?" The blonde inquired, staring into the inhumane purple of his passenger's eyes. He could sense that the other recognized him from somewhere, but had reassured the other that he would not intrude the brunette's personal thoughts; he already knew the downside of such intrusions, and was more than willing to spare himself the experience for a second time.
" Yes." Tsuzuki insisted, his gaze dropping once more to his knees, "You just look like someone I knew..." He needed to find some sort of a cover, and was more than thankful that the other would not intrude his thoughts; although he was certain that with his current confusion, sorting through his thoughts would be next to impossible.
" I've never been told that before, I don't really look entirely Japanese, so not many people see a resemblance." Sighing, he turned back to the road, " At least, not since he died." Using the line was almost a test that the blonde employed, waiting for a reaction from his passenger. Tsuzuki seemed unphased by the information, eyes fixed on his fingers which seemed almost intimately intwined with eachother.
'That's a little odd,' he considered silently, glaning back and forth from his passenger with a speculative eye. " Are you sure your okay?" He repeated himself, unsure if indifference was the response he had intended for from the tall man.
The mention of his beloved caused a stirring of his emotions, and Tsuzuki was now certain that this man was, indeed, related to his lover. Quickly recovering, he blurted out a false reasoning all in one breath, " I'm fine, it's just that I am not all that comfortable dicussing death, I'm sorry if that leaves you at an inconvenience." It was at least partially true, he never had been comfortable around that topic, especially when it related to important people around him.
A soft flush swept across the driver's cheeks, and he had to choke back a slight frog in his throat before resuming," I'm sorry about that, I never intended to offend you." There was something about this man that he couldn't help but find intriguing, and some faint attachment to the nervous, and mysterious hitchhiker.
The silence again overpowered any form of conversation, and Tsuzuki found himself staring at the glowing forms that he assumed were streetlights as they sped past them. The quite lull of wheels against the ground, combined with the comforting silence that drenched the vehicle; Tsuzuki felt a warmth envelope him, and his eyelids drooped, sending him into a comfortable dream world.
~***~
A bright light shone through his closed eyelids and he winced irritably, batting at some invisible annoyance to ward off the discomfort. No matter how hard he tried, Tsuzuki could not rid himself of the bright light, and eventually surrendered, awakening from the surprizingly pleasant slumber. Glancing out the window of the passenger seat, he noticed that the sun was high in the sky, and Kyoto's familiar streets stretched out beside him; the car was no longer moving either, the engine silent, and parked in a partially filled lot. Frantically glancing about, he noticed that the driver, Hiroshi, was seated next to him, an eerily affectionate smile curving his soft lips.
" O-ohayou..." Tsuzuki shyly stuttered, a faint flush staining his pale cheeks pink.
" Actually, it's more like konnichi-wa. You slept a long time." The blonde chukled, his features softening in a warm smile. " So, have you thought of your three reasons?" Kurosaki asked, leaning back in the reclined drivers seat, awaiting the amusing response he would most likely achieve.
" I-uh... I mean," Tsuzuki blushed once more, cheeks a deeper red. "Gomen nasai!" He insisted, following through with the best bow he could do in the confined area, surpirzingly missing the dashboard, and rearview mirror. The blonde had done so much for him, and he still had not come up with a response to his question; he had even stayed up all night getting them to Kyoto, which was an amazing feat in it's own. And all the while Tsuzuki slept! He was appauled by his own rude behavior, and lack of appreciation, but before he could fathom another excuse, a light finger fell upon his lips.
Another chuckle escaped the blonde's lips and he stared into confused pools of purple. " You are awfully cute." He commented, eyes disecting the brunette's confusion.
" But! I-I mean... I!" Tsuzuki shouted, curling away from the seemingly interested man.
Pulling away from Tsuzuki, Hiroshi smiled, glancing out the window before continuing. " Well, since you haven't repaid me in the way I had hoped for, we'll have to go for the next best thing." Tsuzuki gulped nervously, terrified at whatever the man could suggest. "Let me take you out for dinner, you chose the restaurant."
Puzzled by the bill he was being presented with, he arched an eyebrow at his companion. "You want to take me out for dinner as payment. Isn't that a bit of a step backwards?" He didn't want to question the act, as his stomach was now verbally protesting, but he didn't want to burden the other further.
" I know it sounds a little unreasonable, but I am only asking for one date, not a life time commitment. Please." Hiroshi's tone made him sound as though he were begging, and although it was utterly ludicrous, Tsuzuki could not help but agree.
"Hai."
~***~
Tatsumi rushed back into the motel room, he hadn't intended for the task to have taken him all night, but he was working at Watari's fastest pace, and it was a strenuous allnighter. "Tsuzuki!" He called out, dropping his suit jacket onto a chair with a sigh, "Tsuzuki?" He repeated, glancing about the apartment questioningly. Inspecting one room after another, he frowned at his discovery, something had told him that he shouldn't have left Tsuzuki alone; that was the first hunch he had ever ignored, and it also turned out to be the one he shouldn't have. Now his assigned partner was somewhere in Japan, and he had no way of tracking him, he could merely assume.
Anger fuming, he collapsed onto Tsuzuki's bed, head in his hands while he tried to sort through his thoughts. There was only one more location left to investigate, and he was almost certain he would find Tsuzuki there. Calming down, he straightened his glasses and sighed, if Tsuzuki wasn't there, the least he would find was Kurosaki Hisoka, and that was currently their top priority.
Havig barely a chance to sit, the tall secretary rose off the bed and grabbed onto his jacket with a free hand. He would find Hisoka, and hopefully with that, find Tsuzuki... in Kyoto.
***End of Chapter Thirteen*** It took me a while to write this chapter, and I don't mean to leave everyone on a cliffhanger, nor on the number thirteen(I may not be, but some people are superstitious); however, I've no more time before I leave for Japan, and I'm tired. I will write when I return, so I hope that you will read then. ( I will return in late June, early July) Can't wait to see you then! ^-~
Author: Purrmeow
Author's notes: This is most likely the last chapter I will write before I leave for the land of the rising sun, therefore, I hope my fans will wait until I return (late June) for the next chapter. I would also like to give Aqua credit for helping me decide how to write the next chapter. I hope you all enjoy the verdict, and I'll miss ya all! ^-~
Chapter Thirteen
Shocked, Tsuzuki blinked, and blinked again, startled by the knowledge the mysterious driver seemed to posess. Stuttering at first, it took the shocked and appauled shinigami a while to begin,"h-how?"
A smile cracked the stonecold mask, but Tsuzuki was not the slightest bit relieved by the expression. "I'm an empath, it runs in the family I guess." Turning his eyes off the road yet again, he reassuringly smiled for a second time, " Don't worry, I will not use it to find out anything else."
With that stress off of his shoulders, Tsuzuki sighed in relief, sinking into the seat heavily. The silence stretched for a bit, and the usually genki brunette felt curiousity pang at the back of his mind. "Well..." he started, his voice barely above a whisper. "You know my name, obviously, but may I ask what yours is?" He wasn't really expecting the empath to answer, but he couldn't resist the urge to ask anyways.
" Kurosaki Hiroshi." Eyes widening, Tsuzuki stared in disbelief at the driver, mouth agape at the sudden, and surprizing news. Amethyst pools now more intently studying the driver, Tsuzuki was able to more carefully study the other; with the background information in place, it was obvious, the resemblance between this man and Hisoka. The way the golden blonde barely hid his vibrant eyes, the pale and flawless skin, the thin, but toned physique; if Tsuzuki didn't know any better, he could almost identify this individual as the spitting image of his lover, albeit older, no longer reminding him of the psychopathic doctor that had kidnapped Hisoka.
" Are you alright?" The blonde inquired, staring into the inhumane purple of his passenger's eyes. He could sense that the other recognized him from somewhere, but had reassured the other that he would not intrude the brunette's personal thoughts; he already knew the downside of such intrusions, and was more than willing to spare himself the experience for a second time.
" Yes." Tsuzuki insisted, his gaze dropping once more to his knees, "You just look like someone I knew..." He needed to find some sort of a cover, and was more than thankful that the other would not intrude his thoughts; although he was certain that with his current confusion, sorting through his thoughts would be next to impossible.
" I've never been told that before, I don't really look entirely Japanese, so not many people see a resemblance." Sighing, he turned back to the road, " At least, not since he died." Using the line was almost a test that the blonde employed, waiting for a reaction from his passenger. Tsuzuki seemed unphased by the information, eyes fixed on his fingers which seemed almost intimately intwined with eachother.
'That's a little odd,' he considered silently, glaning back and forth from his passenger with a speculative eye. " Are you sure your okay?" He repeated himself, unsure if indifference was the response he had intended for from the tall man.
The mention of his beloved caused a stirring of his emotions, and Tsuzuki was now certain that this man was, indeed, related to his lover. Quickly recovering, he blurted out a false reasoning all in one breath, " I'm fine, it's just that I am not all that comfortable dicussing death, I'm sorry if that leaves you at an inconvenience." It was at least partially true, he never had been comfortable around that topic, especially when it related to important people around him.
A soft flush swept across the driver's cheeks, and he had to choke back a slight frog in his throat before resuming," I'm sorry about that, I never intended to offend you." There was something about this man that he couldn't help but find intriguing, and some faint attachment to the nervous, and mysterious hitchhiker.
The silence again overpowered any form of conversation, and Tsuzuki found himself staring at the glowing forms that he assumed were streetlights as they sped past them. The quite lull of wheels against the ground, combined with the comforting silence that drenched the vehicle; Tsuzuki felt a warmth envelope him, and his eyelids drooped, sending him into a comfortable dream world.
~***~
A bright light shone through his closed eyelids and he winced irritably, batting at some invisible annoyance to ward off the discomfort. No matter how hard he tried, Tsuzuki could not rid himself of the bright light, and eventually surrendered, awakening from the surprizingly pleasant slumber. Glancing out the window of the passenger seat, he noticed that the sun was high in the sky, and Kyoto's familiar streets stretched out beside him; the car was no longer moving either, the engine silent, and parked in a partially filled lot. Frantically glancing about, he noticed that the driver, Hiroshi, was seated next to him, an eerily affectionate smile curving his soft lips.
" O-ohayou..." Tsuzuki shyly stuttered, a faint flush staining his pale cheeks pink.
" Actually, it's more like konnichi-wa. You slept a long time." The blonde chukled, his features softening in a warm smile. " So, have you thought of your three reasons?" Kurosaki asked, leaning back in the reclined drivers seat, awaiting the amusing response he would most likely achieve.
" I-uh... I mean," Tsuzuki blushed once more, cheeks a deeper red. "Gomen nasai!" He insisted, following through with the best bow he could do in the confined area, surpirzingly missing the dashboard, and rearview mirror. The blonde had done so much for him, and he still had not come up with a response to his question; he had even stayed up all night getting them to Kyoto, which was an amazing feat in it's own. And all the while Tsuzuki slept! He was appauled by his own rude behavior, and lack of appreciation, but before he could fathom another excuse, a light finger fell upon his lips.
Another chuckle escaped the blonde's lips and he stared into confused pools of purple. " You are awfully cute." He commented, eyes disecting the brunette's confusion.
" But! I-I mean... I!" Tsuzuki shouted, curling away from the seemingly interested man.
Pulling away from Tsuzuki, Hiroshi smiled, glancing out the window before continuing. " Well, since you haven't repaid me in the way I had hoped for, we'll have to go for the next best thing." Tsuzuki gulped nervously, terrified at whatever the man could suggest. "Let me take you out for dinner, you chose the restaurant."
Puzzled by the bill he was being presented with, he arched an eyebrow at his companion. "You want to take me out for dinner as payment. Isn't that a bit of a step backwards?" He didn't want to question the act, as his stomach was now verbally protesting, but he didn't want to burden the other further.
" I know it sounds a little unreasonable, but I am only asking for one date, not a life time commitment. Please." Hiroshi's tone made him sound as though he were begging, and although it was utterly ludicrous, Tsuzuki could not help but agree.
"Hai."
~***~
Tatsumi rushed back into the motel room, he hadn't intended for the task to have taken him all night, but he was working at Watari's fastest pace, and it was a strenuous allnighter. "Tsuzuki!" He called out, dropping his suit jacket onto a chair with a sigh, "Tsuzuki?" He repeated, glancing about the apartment questioningly. Inspecting one room after another, he frowned at his discovery, something had told him that he shouldn't have left Tsuzuki alone; that was the first hunch he had ever ignored, and it also turned out to be the one he shouldn't have. Now his assigned partner was somewhere in Japan, and he had no way of tracking him, he could merely assume.
Anger fuming, he collapsed onto Tsuzuki's bed, head in his hands while he tried to sort through his thoughts. There was only one more location left to investigate, and he was almost certain he would find Tsuzuki there. Calming down, he straightened his glasses and sighed, if Tsuzuki wasn't there, the least he would find was Kurosaki Hisoka, and that was currently their top priority.
Havig barely a chance to sit, the tall secretary rose off the bed and grabbed onto his jacket with a free hand. He would find Hisoka, and hopefully with that, find Tsuzuki... in Kyoto.
***End of Chapter Thirteen*** It took me a while to write this chapter, and I don't mean to leave everyone on a cliffhanger, nor on the number thirteen(I may not be, but some people are superstitious); however, I've no more time before I leave for Japan, and I'm tired. I will write when I return, so I hope that you will read then. ( I will return in late June, early July) Can't wait to see you then! ^-~