Disclaimer: Nope, I still don't own Yami no Matsuei or any of it's characters.
Sakura Pink
Exiled-Darkness (exiled_darkness@yahoo.com)
Chapter 03 - Under the Sakura
"'Soka-chan?" a soft voice tentatively broke into Hisoka's thoughts.
Only one person ever called him "'Soka-chan"--Tsuzuki, "Don't call me that, Baka."
"How meeeeeaaaaaan!" Inu-Tsuzuki pouted.
Here he'd come out for Hisoka's own good and the boy called him an idiot. Tears stung
in his wide, purple eyes. His lips quivered as he stared at Hisoka.
Hisoka managed, with much effort, to conceal just how much that face effected him, "Hai,
hai, I'm sorry."
Tsuzuki's expression switched to one of intense glee so quickly that the transition went
unseen. The tears disappeared. But he remained Inu-Tsuzuki, as he happily wagged his tail.
"'Soooooooka-chan!" he exclaimed, hugging the blonde tightly, "What are doing?"
Hisoka sweatdropped, resisting the urge to hit Tsuzuki over the head and yell at him to quit
calling him "'Soka-chan."
"Nothing," he finally replied, "I'm thinking, that's all."
"About what?" Tsuzuki questioned with all the tact and mannerisms of a five-year-old.
"Different things," Hisoka replied, looking away and hoping to avoid further questioning with
his rather obvious evade.
"Awwww . . . don't hide your eyes," Tsuzuki whined, "I want to see them!"
"What?" Hisoka asked, unconsciously backing up a step in surprise.
Tsuzuki turned serious as one hand lightly touched Hisoka's cheek, "Your eyes . . . they're
beautiful." He breathed in a low whisper, "Hisoka wa kirei.*"
Hisoka blushed under Tsuzuki's touch, a shade of pink that rivaled the falling blossoms around him.
It deepened to a shade of red as he realized he was backed against a sakura tree. It didn't help
that Tsuzuki was standing rather close. Unconsciously Hisoka shivered slightly. This did not go
unnoticed by Tsuzuki.
"Are you cold, 'Soka-chan?" he asked, concern lacing his voice and flowing empathicly to surround
Hisoka's mind, "I don't want you to get a cold."
Tsuzuki took off the trench coat he was wearing to wrap it around the smaller boy, giving him a
boyish smile and a wink. Hisoka continued to blush and seemed to be almost in shock. He gripped
at the coat in a manner not totally unlike a child gripping a security blanket. He looked so cute
that Tsuzuki couldn't resist smiling all the more. He was the only one to see Hisoka like this,
and that pleased him.
He brushed his fingers across his partner's cheek, "Better?"
Hisoka numbly nodded, staring into Tsuzuki's eyes. The emotions he felt from the older shinigami were
almost staggering. He was thankful for the sakura tree behind him, for otherwise he would've surely
fell to his knees. Warmth, concern, and genuine love poured out from the amethyst eyed shinigami.
It was something surreal to Hisoka and the boy wondered if he weren't dreaming . . . but his dreams were
all nightmares.
Tsuzuki stepped closer, hugging the boy to him. Hisoka could sense . . . what was it? Desire. That's
what it was. But . . . not quite as perverted or as lustful . . . or even as violent as what he'd
sensed in Muraki Kazutaka on that infamous night when he was thirteen. It was sweet and intermixed
with love. It was something similar, but at the same time completely different. It was pure. And it
was irresistible.
Hisoka noted only with mild surprise that the gap between their faces had closed as their lips met. If
he was dreaming he never wanted to wake up. The kiss was innocent and brief, but it had a lingering
effect. The two stared into each other's eyes as they broke the feathery touch. It wasn't long before
their lips were locked again. This time the kiss deepened as they both fully realized the depths of
their feelings and gave into it.
Reality and their job could wait until later. This was their time of escape. They let the whirling
sakura petals and the soft breeze sweep their souls away to some land of bliss. Their escape was
complete and neither wanted to interrupt it for a second.
A/N:
* That should translate to "Hisoka is pretty/beautiful" or something of that like
Argh, I hope this didn't totally suck. This is just a short little fluff I've written on the side of
another fanfiction I'm trying to write (also Yami no Matsuei). Unfortunatly that fic is having a hard
time being written XDDDD I might need to begin the second chapter again and take a new approach . . . or
maybe finish it and take a new approach in chapter three . . . or just restart it period TT;. (At this rate it may never be written XD;;;;)
Anyway, I hope at least one person enjoyed that XD
Oh! If you have any questions (for some reason) or just feel like contacting me feel free to send an e-mail.
My e-mail address is posted at the top.
Sakura Pink
Exiled-Darkness (exiled_darkness@yahoo.com)
Chapter 03 - Under the Sakura
"'Soka-chan?" a soft voice tentatively broke into Hisoka's thoughts.
Only one person ever called him "'Soka-chan"--Tsuzuki, "Don't call me that, Baka."
"How meeeeeaaaaaan!" Inu-Tsuzuki pouted.
Here he'd come out for Hisoka's own good and the boy called him an idiot. Tears stung
in his wide, purple eyes. His lips quivered as he stared at Hisoka.
Hisoka managed, with much effort, to conceal just how much that face effected him, "Hai,
hai, I'm sorry."
Tsuzuki's expression switched to one of intense glee so quickly that the transition went
unseen. The tears disappeared. But he remained Inu-Tsuzuki, as he happily wagged his tail.
"'Soooooooka-chan!" he exclaimed, hugging the blonde tightly, "What are doing?"
Hisoka sweatdropped, resisting the urge to hit Tsuzuki over the head and yell at him to quit
calling him "'Soka-chan."
"Nothing," he finally replied, "I'm thinking, that's all."
"About what?" Tsuzuki questioned with all the tact and mannerisms of a five-year-old.
"Different things," Hisoka replied, looking away and hoping to avoid further questioning with
his rather obvious evade.
"Awwww . . . don't hide your eyes," Tsuzuki whined, "I want to see them!"
"What?" Hisoka asked, unconsciously backing up a step in surprise.
Tsuzuki turned serious as one hand lightly touched Hisoka's cheek, "Your eyes . . . they're
beautiful." He breathed in a low whisper, "Hisoka wa kirei.*"
Hisoka blushed under Tsuzuki's touch, a shade of pink that rivaled the falling blossoms around him.
It deepened to a shade of red as he realized he was backed against a sakura tree. It didn't help
that Tsuzuki was standing rather close. Unconsciously Hisoka shivered slightly. This did not go
unnoticed by Tsuzuki.
"Are you cold, 'Soka-chan?" he asked, concern lacing his voice and flowing empathicly to surround
Hisoka's mind, "I don't want you to get a cold."
Tsuzuki took off the trench coat he was wearing to wrap it around the smaller boy, giving him a
boyish smile and a wink. Hisoka continued to blush and seemed to be almost in shock. He gripped
at the coat in a manner not totally unlike a child gripping a security blanket. He looked so cute
that Tsuzuki couldn't resist smiling all the more. He was the only one to see Hisoka like this,
and that pleased him.
He brushed his fingers across his partner's cheek, "Better?"
Hisoka numbly nodded, staring into Tsuzuki's eyes. The emotions he felt from the older shinigami were
almost staggering. He was thankful for the sakura tree behind him, for otherwise he would've surely
fell to his knees. Warmth, concern, and genuine love poured out from the amethyst eyed shinigami.
It was something surreal to Hisoka and the boy wondered if he weren't dreaming . . . but his dreams were
all nightmares.
Tsuzuki stepped closer, hugging the boy to him. Hisoka could sense . . . what was it? Desire. That's
what it was. But . . . not quite as perverted or as lustful . . . or even as violent as what he'd
sensed in Muraki Kazutaka on that infamous night when he was thirteen. It was sweet and intermixed
with love. It was something similar, but at the same time completely different. It was pure. And it
was irresistible.
Hisoka noted only with mild surprise that the gap between their faces had closed as their lips met. If
he was dreaming he never wanted to wake up. The kiss was innocent and brief, but it had a lingering
effect. The two stared into each other's eyes as they broke the feathery touch. It wasn't long before
their lips were locked again. This time the kiss deepened as they both fully realized the depths of
their feelings and gave into it.
Reality and their job could wait until later. This was their time of escape. They let the whirling
sakura petals and the soft breeze sweep their souls away to some land of bliss. Their escape was
complete and neither wanted to interrupt it for a second.
A/N:
* That should translate to "Hisoka is pretty/beautiful" or something of that like
Argh, I hope this didn't totally suck. This is just a short little fluff I've written on the side of
another fanfiction I'm trying to write (also Yami no Matsuei). Unfortunatly that fic is having a hard
time being written XDDDD I might need to begin the second chapter again and take a new approach . . . or
maybe finish it and take a new approach in chapter three . . . or just restart it period TT;. (At this rate it may never be written XD;;;;)
Anyway, I hope at least one person enjoyed that XD
Oh! If you have any questions (for some reason) or just feel like contacting me feel free to send an e-mail.
My e-mail address is posted at the top.