Title: Abandoned (3/?)
Author: WolfPilot06
Category: AU, angst, shonen ai/yaoi, angel thingies, Hisoka torture, and various and sundry other things.
Pairings: Muraki x Hisoka, (will be) Tsuzuki x Hisoka, Tatsumi + Hisoka, Watari + Hisoka, Terazuma + Wakaba
Notes: This is a really short chapter. A really short chapter. But it had to be written. ^_^ Besides, I'm still working on the next chapter and I wanted to update this one (yeah, I know I just wrote the last one, but…)
*Bows* Enjoy!
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Nighttime was perhaps Tatsumi's favorite time of day. Without the endless stream of angels to disrupt his work, the secretary was finally able to finish the dozen or so little jobs he had begun and never finished during the daylight hours.
Tatumi's typical night began as soon as the last angel had left the office –save, perhaps, Watari-san, who practically lived in his laboratory. Tatsumi would boil a fresh pot of coffee and settle in his chair with a steaming mug, intent on working throughout the night. He went through an average of three pots of coffee each night, the caffeine processing far too quickly through his system for his pleasure. Occasionally, he would nap when his active mind permitted, simply leaning back in his chair and dozing until his eyes opened once more.
To the other angels working in the Angel Detective Department, the office was merely a place of work, where they toiled day after day of their eternal existence puzzling out the behavior of mischievous demons and trying their best to prevent the occasional mad spirit attempting to bring about apocalypse. To Tatsumi, however, the office was a haven. During life he had worked hard, and in death he saw no reason to stop. He saw his celestial status as merely an added bonus, permitting him to take advantage of his immortal body's remarkable ability to go months, even years without sleep if need be.
Usually, Kurosaki-kun accompanied him, keeping him company with a mug of hot chocolate cupped between slender hands and doing his best to help with the endless stream of paperwork. More often than not, the young angel would fall asleep over his work before long, sprawling among budget reports and employee reviews until Tatsumi gently woke him or moved him to the bed in Watari's improvised infirmary. Tatsumi surprised himself by realizing one day that he actually appreciated the young, wide-eyed angel's presence. Their days and nights were spent in comfortable silence, neither feeling the inclination to chatter needlessly and both valuing the tranquility of the dark time between sunset and dawn.
But now the child was gone, sent on his first mission to the human world. The Council could assure him until they were blue in the face that the mission was perfectly safe and Tatsumi would still not believe them. There wasn't a reason in Heaven and Earth that he should believe the vulnerable angel-child would be safe around the most murderous band of demons currently roaming on Earth. And so he ensconced himself at his desk, surrounding himself with piles of documents and intent on burying himself in his work so as not to constantly worry over his absent charge. He knew that Watari-san was probably doing the same, if the increased number of explosions from the direction of the mad scientist's lab were any indication. Konoe-Kacho had wandered about rather distractedly until Tatsumi sent him home with a stern command to go to sleep and let him worry about Kurosaki-kun, ignoring once again the fact that Konoe was his superior and really wasn't subject to following the secretary's orders.
Tatsumi groaned and dug his fingertips into his scalp painfully.
He would not think of Kurosaki-kun now. He would not imagine the beautiful, innocent child being torn into bloody pieces and tortured by a group of grinning, hideous demons.
His head made a hollow "thunk" sound as it made contact with the top of his desk, muffled slightly by his blotter and a pile of demon profiles.
Maybe if he kept repeating "Hisoka will be fine" to himself, he'd actually start believing it. His only consolation was that he would know if Hisoka was in trouble, having sacrificed one of his precious midnight blue feathers for the young angel.
Almost immediately, he felt the hair along the back of his neck prickling slightly. He lifted his head. Someone was using magic- someone whose magical signature felt painfully familiar. Tatsumi felt his heart clench.
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Watari burst into the office, his golden locks flowing around his pale face in a mess of untied ribbon and yellow strands. 003 came flapping after him frantically, tiny wings beating at the air as she attempted to catch up with her master.
"Tatsumi, I just-" he froze.
Silence resounded in the office.
Slowly, Tatsumi looked up from the dark feather he held in his hand, dull eyes fixing upon the golden pinion in Watari's suddenly lax grasp. The secretary met Watari's horrified gaze. When he finally spoke, it was a name, said in a broken whisper.
"Hisoka."
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TBC
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Well, I had to write it. *shrugs* We'll get back to Hisoka next chapter. @.@;;
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