When that ominous voice over finished proclaiming 'Tsuzuki you are in it so
deep' Which the rest of us may have heard as 'Wish granted', Tsuzuki did
the first thing that came to his fear addled brain and panicked. Grabbing
the startled boy (that incidentally gave a rather undignified squeak) he
decided the best thing to do;
A.. get the hell out of here, and
B.. blame Watari.
Regardless of how perfect or flawed this plan was, adrenaline left no room for argument.
. . .and so it was, with no more assistance than the element of surprise, Tsuzuki with the less than ecstatic Hisoka under one arm, plowed through the maid and doctor and eventually (stopping twice to get directions from Hisoka as the Kurosaki domicile was larger and more complex than anticipated) escaped into the night.
Arriving at a phone booth he looked at Hisoka beseechingly.
"What?" Asked Hisoka acerbically. "Don't look at me! I don't have any money!"
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Approximately 0.001 seconds after Tsuzuki had teleported to Chijou, Watari had gotten one of those I-have-a-very-very-bad-feeling-about-this feelings that usually heralded the apocalyptic (but localized) disasters that Tsuzuki was famous for. Hence his state of agitation, yet not wholly surprised demeanor when he received a reverse charges call from the harbinger.
"What did you do this time?" Sighed Watari into the receiver.
". . ."
"Yes. Yes. It's all my fault. But what did YOU do?"
". . . !"
"Oh."
". . . ! ! !"
"Ah."
"! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"
"Hot damn!"
". . . v_vU"
"Okay Tsuzuki, just calm down. Tsuzuki, do you know what 'abduction' means?"
". . ."
"That's right Tsuzuki. Kidnapping."
". . . !"
"Yes. They will put you in jail and throw away the key. You need to get your client to make his wish . . . "
". . . O_O#"
"YES ONLY ONE!"
". . . v_vU"
"What do you mean 'he already did'? What did he wish for?"
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"'Soka-chan?" Asked Tsuzuki, all smiles at the pajama clad teen that was currently freezing his butt off. "Do you happen to remember exactly what you wished for? Ne?"
Unfortunately 'Soka-chan didn't. This wasn't exactly as dramatic a saga as his brain had promised his daring escape would be, and as such it refused to be involved in the rest of the nights events.
"No Watari! He doesn't!" Tsuzuki redirected his attention to the telephone, resuming hysterical-mode.
". . ."
"Okay. Okay. Yes." Tsuzuki looked skyward, trying to memorize the things Watari was telling him. "I'll do it!" He declared with gumption.
". . . v_vU"
"WA-TA-RIIII! It's not like I choose to cause trouble." Snorted Tsuzuki into the phone, hanging up with a hurt look (lost on the not-physically- present Watari, and not-mentally-present Hisoka).
"Ne, Hisoka?" Managed Tsuzuki trying to make himself sound both calm and in control of the situation. "Uh. . . my. . . er . . . Megami-friend says we should find somewhere to stay and he says he will figure out what to do, ne? Ne?" Tsuzuki accentuated each 'ne' with a poke but the boy was unresponsive.
This wasn't good. Tsuzuki's company card had a 30000Y limit (curse you Tatsumi!) and he'd been relying on Hisoka to have somewhere for them to stay. In retrospect that wasn't such a good thing to assume since the boy obviously had familial problems (he was after all being held hostage in his own home and stuff).
"Hu~~~uh." Muttered Tsuzuki aloud to himself. "I suppose I could take you to Meifu. . . doesn't that sound like fun, 'Soka-chan?" Beamed Tsuzuki.
MEIFU: (n) hades; realm of the dead; sheol
Somewhere deep inside his mind, Hisoka shivered.
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Brushing himself off he looked to the maid who seemed horrified that her charge had escaped, but otherwise had no idea as to what she had just seen. She excused herself duly, presumably to go alert the rest of the household. He spared little thought for the manic woman (other than being thankful he had allowed her to take his coat - white coats and dusty cell floors and all that that implied).
Muraki Kazutaka had expected to see many things that night. A purple-eyed shinigami with Megami markings and a cute ass carrying off his favorite play-pretty wasn't one of them.
Curiouser and curiouser.
He himself knew enough about such things to recognize a contract (and the flash of light and booming voice etc had been quite the indicator to boot).
How. . . exciting!
A.. get the hell out of here, and
B.. blame Watari.
Regardless of how perfect or flawed this plan was, adrenaline left no room for argument.
. . .and so it was, with no more assistance than the element of surprise, Tsuzuki with the less than ecstatic Hisoka under one arm, plowed through the maid and doctor and eventually (stopping twice to get directions from Hisoka as the Kurosaki domicile was larger and more complex than anticipated) escaped into the night.
Arriving at a phone booth he looked at Hisoka beseechingly.
"What?" Asked Hisoka acerbically. "Don't look at me! I don't have any money!"
~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~
Approximately 0.001 seconds after Tsuzuki had teleported to Chijou, Watari had gotten one of those I-have-a-very-very-bad-feeling-about-this feelings that usually heralded the apocalyptic (but localized) disasters that Tsuzuki was famous for. Hence his state of agitation, yet not wholly surprised demeanor when he received a reverse charges call from the harbinger.
"What did you do this time?" Sighed Watari into the receiver.
". . ."
"Yes. Yes. It's all my fault. But what did YOU do?"
". . . !"
"Oh."
". . . ! ! !"
"Ah."
"! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"
"Hot damn!"
". . . v_vU"
"Okay Tsuzuki, just calm down. Tsuzuki, do you know what 'abduction' means?"
". . ."
"That's right Tsuzuki. Kidnapping."
". . . !"
"Yes. They will put you in jail and throw away the key. You need to get your client to make his wish . . . "
". . . O_O#"
"YES ONLY ONE!"
". . . v_vU"
"What do you mean 'he already did'? What did he wish for?"
~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~ ~~ ~~
"'Soka-chan?" Asked Tsuzuki, all smiles at the pajama clad teen that was currently freezing his butt off. "Do you happen to remember exactly what you wished for? Ne?"
Unfortunately 'Soka-chan didn't. This wasn't exactly as dramatic a saga as his brain had promised his daring escape would be, and as such it refused to be involved in the rest of the nights events.
"No Watari! He doesn't!" Tsuzuki redirected his attention to the telephone, resuming hysterical-mode.
". . ."
"Okay. Okay. Yes." Tsuzuki looked skyward, trying to memorize the things Watari was telling him. "I'll do it!" He declared with gumption.
". . . v_vU"
"WA-TA-RIIII! It's not like I choose to cause trouble." Snorted Tsuzuki into the phone, hanging up with a hurt look (lost on the not-physically- present Watari, and not-mentally-present Hisoka).
"Ne, Hisoka?" Managed Tsuzuki trying to make himself sound both calm and in control of the situation. "Uh. . . my. . . er . . . Megami-friend says we should find somewhere to stay and he says he will figure out what to do, ne? Ne?" Tsuzuki accentuated each 'ne' with a poke but the boy was unresponsive.
This wasn't good. Tsuzuki's company card had a 30000Y limit (curse you Tatsumi!) and he'd been relying on Hisoka to have somewhere for them to stay. In retrospect that wasn't such a good thing to assume since the boy obviously had familial problems (he was after all being held hostage in his own home and stuff).
"Hu~~~uh." Muttered Tsuzuki aloud to himself. "I suppose I could take you to Meifu. . . doesn't that sound like fun, 'Soka-chan?" Beamed Tsuzuki.
MEIFU: (n) hades; realm of the dead; sheol
Somewhere deep inside his mind, Hisoka shivered.
~*~ *~* ~*~ *~* ~*~ *~* ~*~ *~* ~*~ *~* ~*~ *~* ~*~ *~* ~*~ *~* ~*~ *~* ~*~ *~* ~*~ *~* ~*~
Brushing himself off he looked to the maid who seemed horrified that her charge had escaped, but otherwise had no idea as to what she had just seen. She excused herself duly, presumably to go alert the rest of the household. He spared little thought for the manic woman (other than being thankful he had allowed her to take his coat - white coats and dusty cell floors and all that that implied).
Muraki Kazutaka had expected to see many things that night. A purple-eyed shinigami with Megami markings and a cute ass carrying off his favorite play-pretty wasn't one of them.
Curiouser and curiouser.
He himself knew enough about such things to recognize a contract (and the flash of light and booming voice etc had been quite the indicator to boot).
How. . . exciting!