Tsuzuki had an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach.
At first he thought this was just the result of having skipped the days most important meal, additionally taking in to account he hadn't eaten anything since those cookies he'd aquistioned (stolen) from the Kurosaki kitchen (he'd been aiming for the front entrance, but Hisoka meant the OTHER left and. . . well anyway. . . they'd escaped).
This presumption was proved wrong after the feeling didn't go away when he ate Terazuma's lunch (well . . . it HAD just been sitting there in the tea room. . . it's not like anyone would know it was him, right?). However, having never experienced missing a meal in his (approximately) 75 years of death before, Tsuzuki was not to know that consuming food generally reduced hunger pangs.
Therefore he came to the logical conclusion he was starving. To death (again).
"Soooo hungry. . . "He weeped. Tatsumi was unmoved.
That was a lie. Tatsumi was very moved, just in the exact opposite direction Tsuzuki had intended. Unfortunately (for both parties involved) Tsuzuki mistook Tatsumi's sweatdrop of biblical proportions for tears of sympathy, and continued to wail in lament in the mistaken belief that Tatsumi's black little heart had been turned to his plight.
"Tsuzuki-san, how did your last assignment go?"
Tsuzuki scowled (temporarily distracted, as was Tatsumi's intent). He was very tempted to gloat about how Watari had plans to experiment on Tatsumi - something experimental of the cute 'n fluffy 'n incredibly susceptible to harm kind. But that would kind of give the game away. Not to mention the assignment had become a lot less boring after he 'accidentally' kidnapped that kid he was hiding in his apartment.
Oh yes. Besides the call which he'd had to cut short earlier, he hadn't managed to speak to Watari since last night.
"But I don't feel well." Sniffle. "I need to go see Watari!" Chirp! "Ja ne!"
***~~~***~~~***~~~***
His first day of freedom. Swapping a cell for a wardrobe. Brilliant Hisoka.
Having listened at the door for some time, he determined no one was there. He couldn't hear any breathing or sounds at least. He pushed the sliding door open a fraction to peer into the room.
The occupant of the futon looked up at the slight noise, and dismissed it promptly.
Okay, there was someone there after all. The man in black had obviously seen him but didn't really seem to care. Hisoka hoped he was friends with the purple-eyed guy. Or maybe he shouldn't hope that, this was all just getting too, too weird.
Garnering what courage he could he slid the door open a bit more. In truth his courage was fueled by his need to use the facilities. Ah. That door on the far side of the room looked promising. Now just to get past the weird guy.
"Who're you?" He asked suspiciously. Okay, perhaps he could have been a little less demanding - but he was, after all, Kurosaki Hisoka, heir to the Kurosaki fortune and surely even weird snake-guys respected that. Touda glared in response. At least it felt like he was glaring. . . hard to tell since he was wearing a visor thing - but Hisoka's money was on 'glare', and Hisoka was after all the master of glares.
Touda flipped a page of his tankoubon meaningfully. Translation : 'I'm reading - shoo'. Hisoka knew it well. He'd used it many times himself to get rid of the more persistent household servants. He had no idea how effective it really was until this very moment in time, so made a mental note to use it more often when he got back.
When he got back.
If he got back?
Did he want to get back? Well damn, while you're at it, 'Where am I?' Was as good as any.
Meifu was what the purple-eyed guy had said. Did that mean he was dead? Or just being held captive by a weirdo? Both? All he needed now was a white rabbit to make the setting complete. Of course that bought back memories of THAT man. Bad. And the horrified look on his face last night. Good.
Having relieved himself he started exploring the apartment. The snake-guy didn't seem to mind. One bedroom. Bathroom. Kitchen. Lounge. Unlocked frontdoor.
Hello.
Well that did kind of negate the whole idea of being kidnapped.
Going out into the passage he didn't know what to think, but quickly settled for confusion. The place was deserted. In fact reaching out he couldn't detect more than a few people in the immediate area. Even growing up in Kyoto there'd always been a few dozen people on the edges of his awareness.
Perhaps they were all at work? The building was abandoned?
Where those Sakura blooming? At this time of year? Next to the DIET building?
Life had just gotten a whole bunch weirder.
*** *** *** *** *** *** ***
"Calm down Tsuzuki!" Interrupted Watari. "Where did you leave him? The boy?"
"I didn't know what else to do!" Bawled Tsuzuki. "He's at my apartment!"
"You bought him to Meifu?!?" Screamed Watari, "You left him there alone?" Watari couldn't help wondering what the poor kid was thinking. After all it wasn't everyday one was taken from ones home (in the middle of the night no less) by a . . . 'person of questionable origin' to be deposited in the land of the dead. Heck, even the few people that did experience that were dead first.
"Not exactly." Ah Tsuzuki had more intelligence than he gave him credit for. "I left him with Touda!" Sweatdrop.
"Touda!" Screamed Watari. "What were you thinking?"
"Ano . . . well Tatsumi was coming and I needed an excuse and. . . and. . . I needed someone who wouldn't give everything away without an explanation." Well. The logic was sound-ish. . . in a Tsuzuki-ish fashion.
"What about Suzaku? She would have lied for you AND taken care of the boy." Suggested Watari.
"But she's one of them."
"???"
"A female. Didn't you notice? ALL of the goddesses were female. She might have told."
There was a certain amount of logic there. All the goddesses were female, it was the primary reason there were so few females in Meifu. Even Watari said he didn't understand why, so Tsuzuki hadn't dedicated too many braincells to it either.
"Tsuzuki." Sweatdrop. "Did you make that up to justify randomly selecting Touda to baby-sit?"
"If I answer 'yes' will you be angry?" Asked puppy giving a sigh of relief when Watari didn't yell at him again. "So what should I do about it?" He asked innocently.
At first he thought this was just the result of having skipped the days most important meal, additionally taking in to account he hadn't eaten anything since those cookies he'd aquistioned (stolen) from the Kurosaki kitchen (he'd been aiming for the front entrance, but Hisoka meant the OTHER left and. . . well anyway. . . they'd escaped).
This presumption was proved wrong after the feeling didn't go away when he ate Terazuma's lunch (well . . . it HAD just been sitting there in the tea room. . . it's not like anyone would know it was him, right?). However, having never experienced missing a meal in his (approximately) 75 years of death before, Tsuzuki was not to know that consuming food generally reduced hunger pangs.
Therefore he came to the logical conclusion he was starving. To death (again).
"Soooo hungry. . . "He weeped. Tatsumi was unmoved.
That was a lie. Tatsumi was very moved, just in the exact opposite direction Tsuzuki had intended. Unfortunately (for both parties involved) Tsuzuki mistook Tatsumi's sweatdrop of biblical proportions for tears of sympathy, and continued to wail in lament in the mistaken belief that Tatsumi's black little heart had been turned to his plight.
"Tsuzuki-san, how did your last assignment go?"
Tsuzuki scowled (temporarily distracted, as was Tatsumi's intent). He was very tempted to gloat about how Watari had plans to experiment on Tatsumi - something experimental of the cute 'n fluffy 'n incredibly susceptible to harm kind. But that would kind of give the game away. Not to mention the assignment had become a lot less boring after he 'accidentally' kidnapped that kid he was hiding in his apartment.
Oh yes. Besides the call which he'd had to cut short earlier, he hadn't managed to speak to Watari since last night.
"But I don't feel well." Sniffle. "I need to go see Watari!" Chirp! "Ja ne!"
***~~~***~~~***~~~***
His first day of freedom. Swapping a cell for a wardrobe. Brilliant Hisoka.
Having listened at the door for some time, he determined no one was there. He couldn't hear any breathing or sounds at least. He pushed the sliding door open a fraction to peer into the room.
The occupant of the futon looked up at the slight noise, and dismissed it promptly.
Okay, there was someone there after all. The man in black had obviously seen him but didn't really seem to care. Hisoka hoped he was friends with the purple-eyed guy. Or maybe he shouldn't hope that, this was all just getting too, too weird.
Garnering what courage he could he slid the door open a bit more. In truth his courage was fueled by his need to use the facilities. Ah. That door on the far side of the room looked promising. Now just to get past the weird guy.
"Who're you?" He asked suspiciously. Okay, perhaps he could have been a little less demanding - but he was, after all, Kurosaki Hisoka, heir to the Kurosaki fortune and surely even weird snake-guys respected that. Touda glared in response. At least it felt like he was glaring. . . hard to tell since he was wearing a visor thing - but Hisoka's money was on 'glare', and Hisoka was after all the master of glares.
Touda flipped a page of his tankoubon meaningfully. Translation : 'I'm reading - shoo'. Hisoka knew it well. He'd used it many times himself to get rid of the more persistent household servants. He had no idea how effective it really was until this very moment in time, so made a mental note to use it more often when he got back.
When he got back.
If he got back?
Did he want to get back? Well damn, while you're at it, 'Where am I?' Was as good as any.
Meifu was what the purple-eyed guy had said. Did that mean he was dead? Or just being held captive by a weirdo? Both? All he needed now was a white rabbit to make the setting complete. Of course that bought back memories of THAT man. Bad. And the horrified look on his face last night. Good.
Having relieved himself he started exploring the apartment. The snake-guy didn't seem to mind. One bedroom. Bathroom. Kitchen. Lounge. Unlocked frontdoor.
Hello.
Well that did kind of negate the whole idea of being kidnapped.
Going out into the passage he didn't know what to think, but quickly settled for confusion. The place was deserted. In fact reaching out he couldn't detect more than a few people in the immediate area. Even growing up in Kyoto there'd always been a few dozen people on the edges of his awareness.
Perhaps they were all at work? The building was abandoned?
Where those Sakura blooming? At this time of year? Next to the DIET building?
Life had just gotten a whole bunch weirder.
*** *** *** *** *** *** ***
"Calm down Tsuzuki!" Interrupted Watari. "Where did you leave him? The boy?"
"I didn't know what else to do!" Bawled Tsuzuki. "He's at my apartment!"
"You bought him to Meifu?!?" Screamed Watari, "You left him there alone?" Watari couldn't help wondering what the poor kid was thinking. After all it wasn't everyday one was taken from ones home (in the middle of the night no less) by a . . . 'person of questionable origin' to be deposited in the land of the dead. Heck, even the few people that did experience that were dead first.
"Not exactly." Ah Tsuzuki had more intelligence than he gave him credit for. "I left him with Touda!" Sweatdrop.
"Touda!" Screamed Watari. "What were you thinking?"
"Ano . . . well Tatsumi was coming and I needed an excuse and. . . and. . . I needed someone who wouldn't give everything away without an explanation." Well. The logic was sound-ish. . . in a Tsuzuki-ish fashion.
"What about Suzaku? She would have lied for you AND taken care of the boy." Suggested Watari.
"But she's one of them."
"???"
"A female. Didn't you notice? ALL of the goddesses were female. She might have told."
There was a certain amount of logic there. All the goddesses were female, it was the primary reason there were so few females in Meifu. Even Watari said he didn't understand why, so Tsuzuki hadn't dedicated too many braincells to it either.
"Tsuzuki." Sweatdrop. "Did you make that up to justify randomly selecting Touda to baby-sit?"
"If I answer 'yes' will you be angry?" Asked puppy giving a sigh of relief when Watari didn't yell at him again. "So what should I do about it?" He asked innocently.