A/N: I can't believe how fast part two got here! I'm on fire! I really don't know how to summarize this story without giving it away.

I'm sorry if this fic is too Tsusuki centric. I just love him the most! I know he's not everyone's favorite, but I can't help myself! He's so much like me, it's scary!

Should I put a shounen ai warning? I mean, c'mon, it is a shounen ai manga! BTW, to me shounen ai means kissing (tongue too :P), groping and tasteful non descriptive 'love' scenes. Yaoi, as far as I know, is pure, un-plotted porn( is it porn if it's written?) Maybe I did need a warning after all.

Another very important thing. I need suggestions on how to make Muraki show up! Even if it's only a flash back! (hey, there's an idea...) He's too good a baddy to stay out of this but he doesn't fit at all with the plot. (cries missing her Muraki )

Thanks to Taiyu, Aikawa Fuuko and firskey- You reviewed so quickly it made my head spin!

I still don't own anything; maybe my pants, cuz they were a gift, do they count?

Enjoy!

A DEVIL'S THRILL

It was heaven. Tsusuki had died and gone to heaven.

Yup, yup- he thought- heaven.

Sweets, everywhere in sight! All kinds and flavors! The amethyst eyes danced around the contains of the table, while Tsusuki, who certainly resembled a puppy, bounced up and down in sheer delight. Hijiri was such a good friend!!

Tatsumi watched with concern as the possibility of hyper-Tsusuki, hyper-Watari and hyper-Kazusa became a reality at an incredible speed.

The shadow master, the mad scientist, the boss, the puppy, the empath, the kid and the fiddler. Quite a group to be sitting around the same table. Hijiri had brought a few things to celebrate the reunion, taking special consideration to Tsusuki's tastes. It was a well deserved break; for once everyone enjoying time together without the ever present black cloud looming over them. And it would have been the perfect afternoon, with everyone chatting happily about trivialities, if it hadn't been for Hisoka feeling miserable.

Of course no one noticed. The boy simply acted as he always did, no reason to suspect something was amiss. But it's not everyday that you realise what a fool you've been, and that there's nothing you can do about it because you're so stuck on your inhibitions and fears to change.

All he could do was stare at Tsusuki from his concealed position at the table behind Konoe. It's all he'd be able to do from now on, he realised. Tsusuki and Hijiri chatting; Tsusuki and Hijiri joking and laughing; Tsusuki and Hijiri...Tsusuki and Hijiri...

Hijiri was a stupid name. Yes, very stupid! And who wants to be with a stuck up snob that likes classical music? He probably only talked about it. My violin this and that; this piece of music that I'm learning and blah blah blah and Hisoka wanted to punch him in the face.

Tsusuki looked happy.

At that very moment, the older man and the cause of everything that was wrong with his world...no, the second one, (wouldn't want to leave 'my name is stupid' Hijiri out) was giving the idiotic fiddler his best puppy eyes for his last bit of chocolate. Unable to take it any longer, Hisoka glanced at his plate; he hadn't touched his share of sweets, so he grabbed his piece of chocolate, stood up and threw it at Tsusuki right in the head with deathly accuracy.

"Here, you asshole! There's your chocolate, now knock it off!" he yelled.

A thick silence fell on the small crowd and everyone turned their eyes to Hisoka. The young man could only see the hurt on Tsusuki's, though. Still, the number one slacker of the Shonkan division smiled a little and took the piece of chocolate that had fell in front of him on the table.

"A...Arigatou." he whispered and begun eating it slowly, with shaky fingers.

Hisoka sat back down, utterly ashamed. What the hell was wrong with him? Just a moment ago he'd been thinking about how much of a bastard he'd been to his partner, only to bite his head off a second later! He wouldn't look up, but he could feel the angry stare coming from Hijiri. Why wouldn't Tsusuki like him better? Hijiri only went out of his way to make him feel good while all he did was abuse the poor man. Hisoka was a stupid name, Hijiri sounded better, he concluded with a weary sigh.

Everyone eventually went back to work with smiles on their faces. Such pleasant gatherings were very rare in Enmachou; particularly since Tatsumi refused to spend any money on edible food that wasn't absolutely justified.

Watari had been in cloud nine during the reunion, and hadn't seemed to find his way back down. He bounced up and down around Tatsumi, commenting on the afternoon's events, making Tatsumi recall a cartoon he'd seen a while back. There was this very serious, very kick-ass bulldog who had to put up with this puppy that followed him around like a disease asking over and over again "Can I be your friend?!" Inwardly he smiled, remembering how the bulldog had really cared for the puppy in the end. He shook himself from his meditation. Watari could make him think of the strangest things. His attention went back to the mad scientist's ramblings.

"...and then Hisoka throws that jealous tantrum. It would've been hilarious if Tsusuki hadn't taken it so personal." Watari paused, looking pensive, just to smile brightly a second later. "No! It's still funny!"

Tatsumi blinked in confusion.

"Jealous tantrum?"

Watari laughed wholeheartedly.

"Don't tell me you didn't notice! The 'here's your chocolate' fit?"

"Oh, that..." Tatsumi nodded, then frowned. "I don't think it was jealousy. Tsusuki was being a tad annoying; though I admit Hisoka can be very rude sometimes."

The scientist lowered his gaze with a knowing smile.

"Oh, trust me, it was jealousy. But who can blame him? Hijiri-kun and Tsusuki-san seemed very...'comfortable' in each other's company. Did you miss that too?"

There was an underlying meaning in that question, Tatsumi realized from Watari's tone and demeanor, but as much as he thought about it, he couldn't understand what was it Watari was trying to get at. He simply nodded and took off his glasses to clean them.

"No, I noticed, alright. I wonder what's up with that. Tsusuki can't possibly like Hijiri! He's the vivid image of Hisoka. It's just weird."

Watari looked saddened for a moment, then smiled.

"I don't see what's wrong with Tsusuki being happy for a change. Unless... It made you jealous too?"

The shadow master stopped dead on his tracks and took Watari's arm.

"Watari..." It wasn't so much as the words not being able to leave his mouth, but that he didn't have a clue of what he wanted to say, just that he wanted desperately to say something; something specific that his brain hadn't found out about yet.

When the blond scientist realized there wasn't a sentence following his name, he spoke; amusement concealing his disappointment fast.

"Cat got your tongue? Or maybe it was you having a flashback to last week?"

Tatsumi snorted, letting go of his friend's arm and fixed his glasses as he resumed his walk.

"I'll get you back some day for that one, Watari. Mark my words."

Watari pouted.

"But it was in the name of science!" He rushed after him. "Surely you can understand that Tatsumi!"

Tsusuki was the one who'd accompany Hijiri back to the world of the living; the young man had requested as much and the shinigami saw the opportunity to spend some time alone with his friend. He felt so grateful that Hijiri had provided a distraction from the hell his life had been the last few... decades.

It was just as they were about to leave the building that Hisoka caught up with them, panting after running to find them before they left. There was a tense moment of silence while the young man regained his breath. Tsusuki couldn't look at him in the face, but Hijiri didn't found any problem about doing so, showing all the venom he could while he was at it.

Hisoka stared back for a while, with an equal amount of dislike. Tsusuki didn't want them to start a fight so he thought he'd send Hisoka on his way as fast as he could. He smiled a friendly smile.

"What is it 'Soka? Do you need something from me before I go?"

The blond shook his head no, blushing slightly.

"No, no... actually..." He glanced at Tsusuki for a moment before averting his eyes again. "Could I speak with Hijiri for a moment?" he finished shyly.

Both Tsusuki and Hijiri couldn't hide their surprise, not only at the request but at Hisoka's weird behavior. The older man looked uncertainly at Hijiri, who shrugged.

"Why not?" he said without much emotion in his voice. Then he flashed a bright smile Tsusuki's way. "Wait for me here?"

Tsusuki nodded reluctantly and watched them both walking away. They didn't go far, just enough so he was out of ear shot, and Tsusuki was thankful for that. Every muscle on the young men bodies seemed to be tensed and it was obvious both wanted each other's throats. Tsusuki figured he could keep an eye on them without invading their privacy and he observed their gestures and movements to prevent any possible fist fight.

Hisoka seemed very angry. He was waving his finger indignantly at Hijiri, who seemed about to explode. Then it was Hijiri's turn to scold Hisoka. They weren't screaming so he couldn't hear what the discussion was about, but he figured it had something to do with the little scene Hisoka had thrown earlier that day. At least he figured that was Hijiri's reason to be angry; he couldn't possibly understand why Hisoka would be mad at his virtual twin. Hisoka didn't seem to respond to Hijiri's accusations the same way though. The blond man lowered his head, ashamed, and nodded. Tsusuki saw his lips move and Hijiri straighten in surprise. Tsusuki was getting very curious.

Hijiri was now laughing, if the shake of his shoulders was any indication, and Hisoka stared at him dumbfounded. The rest of the conversation seemed to go smoothly and Tsusuki soon lost interest, starting to get bored about having to wait for such a long time.

The shinigami was lost in counting the number of spider webs on the ceiling when he felt a hand on his shoulder and lowered his gaze to meet Hijiri's amused one.

"Ready to go?" The human asked smiling. Tsusuki nodded.

The older of the two waited until they were out of Meifuu to ask about their conversation; his curiosity had been renewed seeing Hijiri in such a good mood.

"So..." he tried to sound casual. "What were you two rambling about that I couldn't hear?"

Hijiri snorted.

"Well you, of course. Why else wouldn't you be able to hear?"

"Oh?" Tsusuki blinked, suddenly feeling very exposed.

Hijiri came very close to him and took his face in his hands.

"Don't be angry. You're a very interesting subject," he said with a suggestive tone.

"Hijiri..." Tsusuki whispered huskily. Those eyes...that face; and so much affection...

The boy leaned closer and kissed his cheek.

"Can I see you again? Soon?" Tsusuki nodded dazedly. Hijiri kissed his lips chastely and smiled. "Good. Then meet me here tomorrow around 5 p.m."

The young man let go of him and started to walk away. As soon as his brain began working again he called after him.

"Is that a date?!"

Hijiri turned around looking at him with a playful smile.

"Ask me tomorrow!" he yelled back, before running out of sight.

TBC

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