[Chijou]:
Tatsumi sneezed. Being a naturally suspicious man one might expect him to wonder if someone, somewhere, was talking about him.
However, being as he was, in the toiletry section of the supermarket, trying to determine the difference between deodorant and anti-perspirant, he didn't really notice. Or rather presumed it was a slight intolerance for the last one he'd smelt. To be on the safe side, he forsook the cheaper brand for the hypoallergenic.
An extremely out of character decision perhaps, but after all, one could never be sure when they might find themselves in THAT position again.
[Meifu]
"So you see, it was all a terrible, terrible mistake for which I cannot be personally held responsible." Tsuzuki finished with a flourish. Strangely enough, Hisoka looked unmoved. That was happening a lot lately. Tsuzuki experimentally waved a hand in front of the blondes' eyes, but still got no response.
Oh wait, there was something after all. Ooh. That twitchy thing on 'Soka's head looked painful. Just Like Tatsumi right before he got a 'headache'. Puppy whimpered while scurrying around to put away the props from his 'explanation'.
"So I really do get a wish?" Managed Hisoka finally.
"Saa . . . well not exactly . . . you used your wish last night . . ."
"What'd I wish for?" If Tsuzuki had looked uncomfortable before, he was now downright mortified. But then everyone was mortified when they were dead, so perhaps that wasn't the best expression.
"I dunno." He squeaked.
"Which is exactly what we need to figure out." Remarked Watari dumping a number of papers on the desk. The papers mostly contained rough sketches of various members of the division with breasts, but Hisoka wasn't to know that, so it looked like at least someone was working on what had happened.
Actually, Watari was extremely concerned when it came to the exact wording of the wish. The nature of a wish, was that it did everything it could to make itself real. This was why so much selection went into choosing recipients and then their wish was made with careful consideration. It wasn't usual for an untrained goddess (or otherwise) to just barge onto the scene and ask them to spit it out. Now it was a fight for survival, and ultimately, if the wish believed having Tsuzuki and Hisoka know its nature would in any way endanger its existence, it would have no compunctions in removing their memories.
. . . of course it could just be the wish wasn't malevolent, the boy was in shock and. . . well Tsuzuki wasn't known for his fantastic attention span to begin with.
'His fault.' Mouthed Tsuzuki behind Watari's back.
Hmm. Organized help. Profusely sweating man. Was there really a decision to make?
"Has he told you its all my fault yet?" Asked Watari, non-plussed.
"Well it is!" Squealed Tsuzuki indignantly. Before crawling under the desk to sulk.
"Bon," Hisoka bristled slightly at the name, "GRO have their own problems at the moment and can't help. Until they can you're going to have to remain with us. If we can work out what the wish was, it'll help, but otherwise . . ."
"What sort of problems do goddesses have?" Asked Hisoka curiously.
"Bunny's." Watari fobbed off the question with a flick of the wrist. "Big ones."
"So everything's okay? It's okay for him to stay here?" Chirped Tsuzuki from under the table. Hisoka too was genuinely relieved about not having to go back home.
"Er . . . not exactly . . . "
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Why do I have to stay too?" Pouted Tsuzuki. Not fair. What was the big deal about keeping the living things out of Meifu anyway?
"Because it's your contract Tsuzuki." Explained Watari for the billionth time. "You have to be at least on the same plane of existence until it's either negated or granted." He rolled his eyes for Hisoka's benefit.
"I saw that." Muttered Tsuzuki darkly.
"It's the best we can do . . . unless you think Tatsumi would be willing . . . ." Tsuzuki glared. He'd already gotten into enough trouble with the secretary for bringing living things home. Tatsumi had promised if Tsuzuki bought just one more living thing home he'd have him working night and day, at his desk for the rest of his [after]life. It was this very statement in fact, that had prompted Tsuzuki's furby fetish, but that's another story. "Speaking of which, he'll probably be around later with your case files as well so make sure Bon is out of sight and. . . ."
"I still have to work?!?!?" Exclaimed Tsuzuki in horror.
Watari just raised a brow. Of course if he weren't working Tatsumi would be suspicious (which was irrelevant really, since Tatsumi seemed to be suspicious when he did work too. . . a lost cause).
"Yes sir." Grumbled Tsuzuki. "Is there anything else?"
"Well actually . . . "
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Ohayo Tatsumi." Tsuzuki lost his petulant look when he noticed Tatsumi held a grocery bag in addition to the case files. He pawed it expectantly until Tatsumi handed it over for him to go through as he knew he would be distracted (and possibly bitten) if he didn't. To his dismay (but not against his expectations) Tsuzuki looked at the deodorant with a little curiosity before tossing it aside disdainfully when he realized it was inedible. Settling on a candy bar instead he returned his attention to Tatsumi.
"Ohayo." Muttered Tsuzuki around a mouthful of gooey, caramelly, peanuty goodness.
"Er . . . any idea when you'll be returning to Meifu, Tsuzuki-san." Continued Tatsumi with what may have been a slight cough. Yes. It may have been a cough. Tatsumi may have a dry throat.
. . . or there was the distinct possibility he could be stifling a giggle. Apparently Watari's gender changing potion was a little on the unstable side, and Tsuzuki might be stuck as a woman for a while. This situation, combined with a recent rise in death threats from Terazuma (something about lunches), had prompted Tsuzuki to relocate to Chijou.
"When I feel like it." Grumbled Tsuzuki.
"It's really not that bad. . . " Tried Tatsumi, who had been rather miffed to find Tsuzuki gone when he'd returned from shopping earlier. However, Tatsumi was of the opinion Tsuzuki really couldn't support himself financially on Chijou for more than a week anyway (even with Watari's help), decided waiting out Tsuzuki's self imposed exile, rather than forcing him to return to Meifu, was the better option.
Tsuzuki whimpered. It was actually a scowl, but who could scowl with such chocolatey perfection in their hands?
"I'm sure it'll wear off shortly." Murmured Tatsumi. "Er. . . anyway, this case is rather straight forward, poe sightings, probably just kids playing pranks but we have a few open files so it wouldn't hurt to check it out. Elder Gush . . ."
"No!" Interrupted Tsuzuki. "No one can know my secret shame!" He sobbed dramatically into his sleeve.
"Alright.": Managed Tatsumi, twitching slightly. "Watari will accompany you. . . ?" Puppy nodded happily. "Otherwise I need you to look at some files for your next case and . . ." Was there really any point in continuing? Tsuzuki had the files, whether he read them or not was anyone's guess, and frankly anyone's guess would be 'no'. "Please try to read the files Tsuzuki-san."
"Sankyuu Tatsumi!" Cheered Tsuzuki licking the last of the chocolate off his hands. The fact Tatsumi knew Tsuzuki had been thanking him for the chocolate rather than the debriefing (gotta love that word) was not lost on him, rather ignored because at least Tsuzuki was smiling.
Tsuzuki, observing Tatsumi with a rather curious expression staring at his chest did what came natural.
Panicked.
This was quickly converted to terror, which ultimately activated the fight or flight mechanism (alas flight won (as it often did) so there was no make- out session). Thanking the secretary profusely, Tsuzuki showed him the door.
Making sure Tatsumi was indeed gone, Tsuzuki went to release Hisoka from the wardrobe (really he complained a lot but he should be used to it by now). In disgust, he divested himself of a particularly lacy bra (which he really didn't have the heart (or should that be stomach?) to ask Watari whence he had acquired), and two oranges.
So he needed an excuse to be living on Chijou and so Watari needed time to make more of the gender-changing stuff - it was still the more dignified approach to the situation compared to stuffing a bra with citrus . . . and he couldn't believe he had even thought that for a second.
Biting into an orange, he offered the other to Hisoka, who flatly refused.
Tatsumi sneezed. Being a naturally suspicious man one might expect him to wonder if someone, somewhere, was talking about him.
However, being as he was, in the toiletry section of the supermarket, trying to determine the difference between deodorant and anti-perspirant, he didn't really notice. Or rather presumed it was a slight intolerance for the last one he'd smelt. To be on the safe side, he forsook the cheaper brand for the hypoallergenic.
An extremely out of character decision perhaps, but after all, one could never be sure when they might find themselves in THAT position again.
[Meifu]
"So you see, it was all a terrible, terrible mistake for which I cannot be personally held responsible." Tsuzuki finished with a flourish. Strangely enough, Hisoka looked unmoved. That was happening a lot lately. Tsuzuki experimentally waved a hand in front of the blondes' eyes, but still got no response.
Oh wait, there was something after all. Ooh. That twitchy thing on 'Soka's head looked painful. Just Like Tatsumi right before he got a 'headache'. Puppy whimpered while scurrying around to put away the props from his 'explanation'.
"So I really do get a wish?" Managed Hisoka finally.
"Saa . . . well not exactly . . . you used your wish last night . . ."
"What'd I wish for?" If Tsuzuki had looked uncomfortable before, he was now downright mortified. But then everyone was mortified when they were dead, so perhaps that wasn't the best expression.
"I dunno." He squeaked.
"Which is exactly what we need to figure out." Remarked Watari dumping a number of papers on the desk. The papers mostly contained rough sketches of various members of the division with breasts, but Hisoka wasn't to know that, so it looked like at least someone was working on what had happened.
Actually, Watari was extremely concerned when it came to the exact wording of the wish. The nature of a wish, was that it did everything it could to make itself real. This was why so much selection went into choosing recipients and then their wish was made with careful consideration. It wasn't usual for an untrained goddess (or otherwise) to just barge onto the scene and ask them to spit it out. Now it was a fight for survival, and ultimately, if the wish believed having Tsuzuki and Hisoka know its nature would in any way endanger its existence, it would have no compunctions in removing their memories.
. . . of course it could just be the wish wasn't malevolent, the boy was in shock and. . . well Tsuzuki wasn't known for his fantastic attention span to begin with.
'His fault.' Mouthed Tsuzuki behind Watari's back.
Hmm. Organized help. Profusely sweating man. Was there really a decision to make?
"Has he told you its all my fault yet?" Asked Watari, non-plussed.
"Well it is!" Squealed Tsuzuki indignantly. Before crawling under the desk to sulk.
"Bon," Hisoka bristled slightly at the name, "GRO have their own problems at the moment and can't help. Until they can you're going to have to remain with us. If we can work out what the wish was, it'll help, but otherwise . . ."
"What sort of problems do goddesses have?" Asked Hisoka curiously.
"Bunny's." Watari fobbed off the question with a flick of the wrist. "Big ones."
"So everything's okay? It's okay for him to stay here?" Chirped Tsuzuki from under the table. Hisoka too was genuinely relieved about not having to go back home.
"Er . . . not exactly . . . "
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Why do I have to stay too?" Pouted Tsuzuki. Not fair. What was the big deal about keeping the living things out of Meifu anyway?
"Because it's your contract Tsuzuki." Explained Watari for the billionth time. "You have to be at least on the same plane of existence until it's either negated or granted." He rolled his eyes for Hisoka's benefit.
"I saw that." Muttered Tsuzuki darkly.
"It's the best we can do . . . unless you think Tatsumi would be willing . . . ." Tsuzuki glared. He'd already gotten into enough trouble with the secretary for bringing living things home. Tatsumi had promised if Tsuzuki bought just one more living thing home he'd have him working night and day, at his desk for the rest of his [after]life. It was this very statement in fact, that had prompted Tsuzuki's furby fetish, but that's another story. "Speaking of which, he'll probably be around later with your case files as well so make sure Bon is out of sight and. . . ."
"I still have to work?!?!?" Exclaimed Tsuzuki in horror.
Watari just raised a brow. Of course if he weren't working Tatsumi would be suspicious (which was irrelevant really, since Tatsumi seemed to be suspicious when he did work too. . . a lost cause).
"Yes sir." Grumbled Tsuzuki. "Is there anything else?"
"Well actually . . . "
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Ohayo Tatsumi." Tsuzuki lost his petulant look when he noticed Tatsumi held a grocery bag in addition to the case files. He pawed it expectantly until Tatsumi handed it over for him to go through as he knew he would be distracted (and possibly bitten) if he didn't. To his dismay (but not against his expectations) Tsuzuki looked at the deodorant with a little curiosity before tossing it aside disdainfully when he realized it was inedible. Settling on a candy bar instead he returned his attention to Tatsumi.
"Ohayo." Muttered Tsuzuki around a mouthful of gooey, caramelly, peanuty goodness.
"Er . . . any idea when you'll be returning to Meifu, Tsuzuki-san." Continued Tatsumi with what may have been a slight cough. Yes. It may have been a cough. Tatsumi may have a dry throat.
. . . or there was the distinct possibility he could be stifling a giggle. Apparently Watari's gender changing potion was a little on the unstable side, and Tsuzuki might be stuck as a woman for a while. This situation, combined with a recent rise in death threats from Terazuma (something about lunches), had prompted Tsuzuki to relocate to Chijou.
"When I feel like it." Grumbled Tsuzuki.
"It's really not that bad. . . " Tried Tatsumi, who had been rather miffed to find Tsuzuki gone when he'd returned from shopping earlier. However, Tatsumi was of the opinion Tsuzuki really couldn't support himself financially on Chijou for more than a week anyway (even with Watari's help), decided waiting out Tsuzuki's self imposed exile, rather than forcing him to return to Meifu, was the better option.
Tsuzuki whimpered. It was actually a scowl, but who could scowl with such chocolatey perfection in their hands?
"I'm sure it'll wear off shortly." Murmured Tatsumi. "Er. . . anyway, this case is rather straight forward, poe sightings, probably just kids playing pranks but we have a few open files so it wouldn't hurt to check it out. Elder Gush . . ."
"No!" Interrupted Tsuzuki. "No one can know my secret shame!" He sobbed dramatically into his sleeve.
"Alright.": Managed Tatsumi, twitching slightly. "Watari will accompany you. . . ?" Puppy nodded happily. "Otherwise I need you to look at some files for your next case and . . ." Was there really any point in continuing? Tsuzuki had the files, whether he read them or not was anyone's guess, and frankly anyone's guess would be 'no'. "Please try to read the files Tsuzuki-san."
"Sankyuu Tatsumi!" Cheered Tsuzuki licking the last of the chocolate off his hands. The fact Tatsumi knew Tsuzuki had been thanking him for the chocolate rather than the debriefing (gotta love that word) was not lost on him, rather ignored because at least Tsuzuki was smiling.
Tsuzuki, observing Tatsumi with a rather curious expression staring at his chest did what came natural.
Panicked.
This was quickly converted to terror, which ultimately activated the fight or flight mechanism (alas flight won (as it often did) so there was no make- out session). Thanking the secretary profusely, Tsuzuki showed him the door.
Making sure Tatsumi was indeed gone, Tsuzuki went to release Hisoka from the wardrobe (really he complained a lot but he should be used to it by now). In disgust, he divested himself of a particularly lacy bra (which he really didn't have the heart (or should that be stomach?) to ask Watari whence he had acquired), and two oranges.
So he needed an excuse to be living on Chijou and so Watari needed time to make more of the gender-changing stuff - it was still the more dignified approach to the situation compared to stuffing a bra with citrus . . . and he couldn't believe he had even thought that for a second.
Biting into an orange, he offered the other to Hisoka, who flatly refused.