Damn Watariiiii!
Tears threatening to spill, Tsuzuki started going through another school brochure. This wasn't exactly the brilliant solution he had in mind. Sigh. Tsuzuki thought Watari had been unnecessarily harsh comparing Hisoka to the myriad of Furby's Tsuzuki had killed in the past. This was hardly the same thing (and it wasn't like he was going to make the mistake of trying to charge batteries in the toaster a fifth time)!
"Soooo expensivvvvve. . . " Maybe Kimura could keep him on weekends so Tsuzuki didn't have to pay boarding fees. . . ? After all, it was his fault Tsuzuki missed out on the bonus on the last job . . . sort of . . .
"What is expensive, Tsuzuki-san?" Asked Tatsumi from the entrance, where he had manifested mere microseconds after the word 'expense' left Tsuzuki's lips. This caused Tsuzuki to 'meep' and hide whatever he was looking at in a far too suspicious way for Tatsumi to be comfortable about.
"Nothing."
Naturally JouOhCho made no allowance for dependants to their employees (since they weren't really allowed and all). Tsuzuki scowled. If it wasn't for Tatsumi continuously docking his pay for 'destruction of property' and 'damage control' and the like . . . why, it was enough to make a man want to blow up another library.
Tsuzuki still wasn't entirely convinced Hisoka couldn't sleep in an empty drawer and live off bread crusts, but Watari had been rather adamant on the subject.
Well. If he had to be responsible for a kid, at least this one seemed to be fairly well behaved. Of course he could be mistaken, its not like the kid had done much except sleep since he . . . was acquired. He could be a brat! A complete brat! A money-siphoning complete brat! And Tsuzuki would never have money for sweets again!
Tatsumi looked on, slightly concerned, as Tsuzuki seemed to be having convulsions on his desk.
. . . And Tsuzuki screamed.
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Yep. It WAS the DIET building all right.
A scream to his right alerted Hisoka's attention to one particular office where the purple eyed guy had some other guy in a headlock and was frantically gesturing . . . come here?
Okay. It wasn't like he had anything better to do.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Noooooo! It was true! He was a complete brat! Tsuzuki was horrified to see Hisoka coming towards the window rather than hiding as he had indicated. Tatsumi meanwhile seemed to be getting upset. Or at least that was the gist of it since it was hard for someone to really express their feelings when their head is held forcefully into your armpit.
Tatsumi was actually . . . pleasantly surprised to be in such close quarters with Tsuzuki - however his sense of monetary conservation (possibly aided by a combination of Tsuzuki's cheap cologne and penchant that clothes only needed washing every other week) eventually took over and he strained his way free of the 'embrace'.
"Tsu. . . Tsuzuki-san. . . " He panted as he tried to regain both dignity and a blood-oxygen level suitable for 'living'. 'Living' of course being a relative term, but do we really need to bring that up EVERYtime?
"Haaaaai." Drawled Tsuzuki, holding tight onto Tatsumi's ears to keep his face forward and eye's turned away from the window.
"What . . . are you doing?"
"Did you have a haircut?"
"Huh?" Replied Tatsumi, momentarily distracted.
"Your hair looks different. Are you using a different shampoo?" Leaning forward under the pretense of smelling Tatsumi's hair, Tsuzuki gesticulated wildly. This time Hisoka seemed to get the idea and ducked out of sight. Tatsumi by this time was turning extremely red, a rather un-Tatsumi shade to be (although he could pull it off since it didn't clash too terribly with his basic brown suit).
"Well. I did comb it slightly diff . . . Tsuzuki are you trying to change the subject?"
"Tatsummmmmiiiii! Why does everything I say have to be some kind of diversion? It's not like I have anything to hide! Why do you always think the worst of me?" Tsuzuki whined, forcing tears.
"Tsuzuki-san! I didn't mean to imply. . . "
"Tatsumi hates me!" Declared Inu-Tsuzuki sobbing into balled fists.
"I . . . I . . ." Tatsumi chose to flee to the staff room at this point to see it there was anything sugar based that could be used to bribe himself out of this situation. Tsuzuki, figuring he wouldn't be back for a while since he'd have to teleport to Chijou (having personal knowledge that 'someone' had already eaten all the sweets that morning) sauntered over to the window to let in his ward.
"'Soka-chan!" Tsuzuki glanced nervously out the window to make sure no one was watching before dragging the boy through. "Is Touda with you?"
Touda had agreed to look after the boy in exchange for a years subscription to Asuka (which Tsuzuki had planned to steal from Watari), Tsuzuki's new sunglasses and use of his apartment on the 3rd Saturday of every month (which Tsuzuki had thought wasn't much of a concession at the time but now found really disturbing). Tsuzuki was overjoyed to realize he wouldn't have to go through with the arrangement since, technically, Touda hadn't kept his end, and it was only with slight annoyance he realized he'd probably never see his sun glasses again (Ayako said they made him look like Yakuza anyway).
With a speed and efficiency that Hisoka found distressing, Tsuzuki stripped Hisoka of his pajamas and dressed him in one of the spare suits he kept in his office (shinigami, it seemed, were subject to frequently having their clothes stripped form their bodies, as Tsuzuki had never thought to ask his colleagues, he presumed it to be the norm). Hmm. He did look a little like Kimura. . . maybe if he could dye his hair black . . . that and Kimura wasn't all red in the face. . .
"Soka? Are you feeling okay? Do you have a fever?" No! It was the furby all over! He had to get Watari!
"No!" Squeaked Hisoka. "I'm fine."
Which was rather a surprise, since Tsuzuki had responded in a rather more enraged manner when addressing anyone who had kidnapped him in the past (especially after they'd just stripped him down). Not to mention a good deal of cursing. But then it'd never been effective either.
"Sooo . . . I suppose you'd like. . . some kind of an explanation?"
Tears threatening to spill, Tsuzuki started going through another school brochure. This wasn't exactly the brilliant solution he had in mind. Sigh. Tsuzuki thought Watari had been unnecessarily harsh comparing Hisoka to the myriad of Furby's Tsuzuki had killed in the past. This was hardly the same thing (and it wasn't like he was going to make the mistake of trying to charge batteries in the toaster a fifth time)!
"Soooo expensivvvvve. . . " Maybe Kimura could keep him on weekends so Tsuzuki didn't have to pay boarding fees. . . ? After all, it was his fault Tsuzuki missed out on the bonus on the last job . . . sort of . . .
"What is expensive, Tsuzuki-san?" Asked Tatsumi from the entrance, where he had manifested mere microseconds after the word 'expense' left Tsuzuki's lips. This caused Tsuzuki to 'meep' and hide whatever he was looking at in a far too suspicious way for Tatsumi to be comfortable about.
"Nothing."
Naturally JouOhCho made no allowance for dependants to their employees (since they weren't really allowed and all). Tsuzuki scowled. If it wasn't for Tatsumi continuously docking his pay for 'destruction of property' and 'damage control' and the like . . . why, it was enough to make a man want to blow up another library.
Tsuzuki still wasn't entirely convinced Hisoka couldn't sleep in an empty drawer and live off bread crusts, but Watari had been rather adamant on the subject.
Well. If he had to be responsible for a kid, at least this one seemed to be fairly well behaved. Of course he could be mistaken, its not like the kid had done much except sleep since he . . . was acquired. He could be a brat! A complete brat! A money-siphoning complete brat! And Tsuzuki would never have money for sweets again!
Tatsumi looked on, slightly concerned, as Tsuzuki seemed to be having convulsions on his desk.
. . . And Tsuzuki screamed.
**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~~~*
Yep. It WAS the DIET building all right.
A scream to his right alerted Hisoka's attention to one particular office where the purple eyed guy had some other guy in a headlock and was frantically gesturing . . . come here?
Okay. It wasn't like he had anything better to do.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Noooooo! It was true! He was a complete brat! Tsuzuki was horrified to see Hisoka coming towards the window rather than hiding as he had indicated. Tatsumi meanwhile seemed to be getting upset. Or at least that was the gist of it since it was hard for someone to really express their feelings when their head is held forcefully into your armpit.
Tatsumi was actually . . . pleasantly surprised to be in such close quarters with Tsuzuki - however his sense of monetary conservation (possibly aided by a combination of Tsuzuki's cheap cologne and penchant that clothes only needed washing every other week) eventually took over and he strained his way free of the 'embrace'.
"Tsu. . . Tsuzuki-san. . . " He panted as he tried to regain both dignity and a blood-oxygen level suitable for 'living'. 'Living' of course being a relative term, but do we really need to bring that up EVERYtime?
"Haaaaai." Drawled Tsuzuki, holding tight onto Tatsumi's ears to keep his face forward and eye's turned away from the window.
"What . . . are you doing?"
"Did you have a haircut?"
"Huh?" Replied Tatsumi, momentarily distracted.
"Your hair looks different. Are you using a different shampoo?" Leaning forward under the pretense of smelling Tatsumi's hair, Tsuzuki gesticulated wildly. This time Hisoka seemed to get the idea and ducked out of sight. Tatsumi by this time was turning extremely red, a rather un-Tatsumi shade to be (although he could pull it off since it didn't clash too terribly with his basic brown suit).
"Well. I did comb it slightly diff . . . Tsuzuki are you trying to change the subject?"
"Tatsummmmmiiiii! Why does everything I say have to be some kind of diversion? It's not like I have anything to hide! Why do you always think the worst of me?" Tsuzuki whined, forcing tears.
"Tsuzuki-san! I didn't mean to imply. . . "
"Tatsumi hates me!" Declared Inu-Tsuzuki sobbing into balled fists.
"I . . . I . . ." Tatsumi chose to flee to the staff room at this point to see it there was anything sugar based that could be used to bribe himself out of this situation. Tsuzuki, figuring he wouldn't be back for a while since he'd have to teleport to Chijou (having personal knowledge that 'someone' had already eaten all the sweets that morning) sauntered over to the window to let in his ward.
"'Soka-chan!" Tsuzuki glanced nervously out the window to make sure no one was watching before dragging the boy through. "Is Touda with you?"
Touda had agreed to look after the boy in exchange for a years subscription to Asuka (which Tsuzuki had planned to steal from Watari), Tsuzuki's new sunglasses and use of his apartment on the 3rd Saturday of every month (which Tsuzuki had thought wasn't much of a concession at the time but now found really disturbing). Tsuzuki was overjoyed to realize he wouldn't have to go through with the arrangement since, technically, Touda hadn't kept his end, and it was only with slight annoyance he realized he'd probably never see his sun glasses again (Ayako said they made him look like Yakuza anyway).
With a speed and efficiency that Hisoka found distressing, Tsuzuki stripped Hisoka of his pajamas and dressed him in one of the spare suits he kept in his office (shinigami, it seemed, were subject to frequently having their clothes stripped form their bodies, as Tsuzuki had never thought to ask his colleagues, he presumed it to be the norm). Hmm. He did look a little like Kimura. . . maybe if he could dye his hair black . . . that and Kimura wasn't all red in the face. . .
"Soka? Are you feeling okay? Do you have a fever?" No! It was the furby all over! He had to get Watari!
"No!" Squeaked Hisoka. "I'm fine."
Which was rather a surprise, since Tsuzuki had responded in a rather more enraged manner when addressing anyone who had kidnapped him in the past (especially after they'd just stripped him down). Not to mention a good deal of cursing. But then it'd never been effective either.
"Sooo . . . I suppose you'd like. . . some kind of an explanation?"