A/N: *sniff* *sniff* FF.net is so mean! Waaaaaaaah! Waaaaaaaaaaah! I thought last chapter sucked, because no one was reviewing it, and though I'm real obsessed with reviews, and though I'm not used to getting so many, you spoiled me and I wanted tons of reviews right away! But eight hours after I'd posted it, I had only one review!! *sniff* Lucky for you I went to check if maybe ff.net had done something with all my precious, precious reviews! And it had! Because the new chapter didn't show! Stupid, stupid FF.net! No one new I had updated! Waaaaaaaaah!
Ok, calmer now. No, don't worry, this ain't turning Watari/Tatsumi exclusively. I had to start the chappy with those two, I guess you'll understand that. But I thought I'd make it clear. This is Tsusuki/Hisoka, Tsusuki/Hijiri, Tatsumi/Watari...meaning, they all get almost as much screen time each.
Prizes at the bottom- *-*
Enjoy!
A DEVIL'S THRILL
This certainly couldn't be happening!
No matter that his brain was numb and overwhelmed with sensations, Watari was baffled. He'd planned, schemed and calculated every step of the way to get Tatsumi and now the shadow master goes and ruins his plans completely with an unexpected kiss!! Why couldn't his calculations ever be correct?! The scientist in him whined.
'And quite a nice kiss too...' he thought dazedly.
It wasn't really passionate, nor bold. Tatsumi was merely brushing his lips with his and, after pulling him off his seat, embracing him tightly. It was a lazy, exploring kiss. Another thing Watari hadn't expected.
But he wasn't about to remember all the fantasies he'd had about Tatsumi ravishing him right at that moment. He had to play along and getting all hot and bothered would only scare Tatsumi away. Watari just dedicated that time to storage everything he was feeling. Tatsumi's strong lips; his strong, masculine body pressed against him; his strong hands on his back that were travelling lower and lower...
Tatsumi's mind was blank. His brain had completely shut down and all he could do was feel. And feel good at that. He hadn't felt that good in so long!
No matter how much he tried, he couldn't pull Watari close enough to him so he'd be content. The slim, delicate form of his friend urged to be touched, caressed and explored. He couldn't get enough of those soft, full lips so expertly moving against his own. And that hair...the scent of it was enough to drive him insane, but it was also so soft and silky.
Tatsumi begun trailing those beautiful golden locks with his fingers, from the base of Watari's neck and down, realising with joy that the strands of hair had led his hands into the small of Watari's back. That little curve of his friend's body served to pull him even closer.
He wanted to deepen the kiss, but just as it was it felt so good he was afraid he'd never feel that again, so he couldn't find it in him to change it.
The kiss seemed to go on for hours, but it was actually just a few seconds. There was a soft knock on the door and they broke the kiss reluctantly. They didn't pay attention to the interruption. Tatsumi rested his forehead on Watari's, looking directly into the beautiful hazel eyes.
"Tatsumi..." the scientist whispered with a soft smile forming on his lips.
The man in question seemed to be in a trance. His hands were still resting on Watari's back, caressing in slow, hypnotic circles.
The knock was heard again, this time louder.
"Watari?! Are you in there?"
The sound of Tsusuki's voice had a strange effect on Tatsumi, who pulled away rather violently and looked down, nervously fixing his suit.
"You should get that." he said, hiding any emotions on his voice.
Watari stared at him in confusion for a few moments, then sighed in defeat.
"Tatsumi?" was all he could say; inwardly he thought, 'I should have known it wouldn't be this easy.'
"Come in Tsusuki!" the shadow master called, and the number one slacker of the Shonkan division walked in, eyeing them both curiously.
"Am I interrupting something?"
"No. no. Of course not." Tatsumi answered nervously. Watari could just stare at him.
Tsusuki realised something was going on, but he also knew it wasn't his business. He just cleared his throat and, after glancing from one to the other suspiciously for a few seconds he turned to Tatsumi.
"I was actually looking for you, Tatsumi. Konoe said you'd be here. I'm taking the rest of the day off. Hisoka isn't here and..."
Tatsumi rushed to the door avoiding to make eye contact with either of them.
"Yeah, ok. Have fun." he mumbled on his way out.
Tsusuki stared at the door in disbelief. Why wasn't Tatsumi scolding him for being lazy? Why had he left as if he had a contagious disease? Why was Watari sighing sadly every two seconds?
"What was that all about?"
Watari sat back on his chair, frowning. He looked pensive, as if there was this really hard mathematic equation he couldn't solve.
"Uhm...I don't feel so well Tsusuki. We'll talk later, ne?"
The dark haired shinigami nodded uncertainly. He would have been worried about the genki blonde at that comment, but he really didn't look ill or upset; just disconcerted.
Tsusuki buried his hands on his pockets and left his friend alone in the lab. Well, not alone, exactly. 003 was there, but the owl looked a little absent and curiously blushed when he'd seen her a moment ago.
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It's not hard to feel like you stand out when you're at least a feet taller than everyone around you and you're the only one not dressed in a school uniform.
A few moments before, the bell had signalled the end of the day as far as classes were concerned; before it had even stopped ringing, the students ran out of the building like an angry mob.
The big amethyst eyes scanned the school yard confusedly. Everyone looked the same!!
Even though for a moment he'd thought about going to Hisoka's place to check on his partner, he finally decided against it. Tatsumi had said Hisoka was ill, but Tsusuki really doubted it. He probably couldn't stand to stay in the same room with him after what he'd told him.
He'd thought Hisoka had taken it well, not screaming or beating him up, but that didn't mean he didn't despised him more now. After all, Tsusuki had a suspicion that Hisoka knew about his feelings for him; it would be natural for his partner to assume he was dating Hijiri because he couldn't have him. And before his date with the young man the day before, Hisoka would have been right. But he had really enjoyed Hijiri's company, regardless of his looks. So yeah, maybe he wasn't in love with Hijiri, but that wasn't the only way to start a relationship. That could easily come later. Right?
So, since Hisoka had left early, Tsusuki had seized the opportunity and decided to pick Hijiri up from school as a surprise. They had a date that night too, but he was too anxious to wait.
But now he was starting to think it may have been a bad idea. There was no chance he'd spot Hijiri on that sea of uniformed people. And besides, this made it more evident. He was dating a student, for Enma's sake!
What did that say about him?
Though it wasn't that Hijiri was so much younger than him what bothered him. Lets be honest; once you turn 96 there's not much of a chance to find someone your age, is it? But all those kids around him, they were all chatting about their lives and what they'd do on the weekend; their friends and the girls they liked. They were alive...
What could he offer Hijiri? He was dead. Not as dead as he'd liked, but dead non-the-less. Up until that point, that little detail seemed to have escaped him.
Once again, the ever present black cloud hovered above his head. He could never do anything right, He'd always end up hurting someone.
The shinigami lowered his gaze and turned on his heels to walk away. He'd tell Hijiri that night; that he could not see him anymore, that it wasn't right.
Just when he was about to take the first step, someone seized his arm.
"What are you doing here?!" Hijiri's voice held a slight hint of alarm, and Tsusuki looked up.
"Hijiri...I..."
The younger man pulled him into a corner and looked around nervously.
"Why did you come here? Someone might see you!" Hijiri didn't sound angry, just preoccupied.
'Of course', Tsusuki thought, 'you don't want everyone knowing you're seeing me, do you? Not that I blame you.'
"Sorry," he smiled sheepishly, "I didn't think...I was stupid...I'll go now."
Hijiri flashed him a smile.
"It's ok, silly. I can get in trouble if they see me with an older man, that's all. You should have waited to meet me where I told you, so it doesn't get complicated."
"I understand." Tsusuki answered a bit confused, his big amethyst eyes showing that he didn't really get it.
"Just do as I tell you. Go now and meet me where I told you, ok? I have a few things to do before I catch up with you."
Hijiri led him by the arm, motioning him out of the school yard.
"Wait! Wait, I have to talk to you about something!" Tsusuki pulled on the other direction until the young man gave up. Hijiri turned to stare at him.
"What is it?"
"I...I don't think..." Tsusuki found that his shoes were a lot more interesting than he'd thought when he'd bought them. "I don't think we should keep seeing each other." he whispered.
"What?!" the young man shrieked, "Why? Is this about yesterday? Did I do something to upset you?" Hijiri sounded truly upset and Tsusuki felt like crap.
"No! No, yesterday was...wonderful, I haven't felt that good in a long time but..." he came closer to Hijiri, gently caressing his cheek. "you're so young and...your whole life is ahead of you and I... I'm..."
Hijiri smiled tenderly and leaned to kiss his cheek.
"Don't be silly. I know that, I've thought about that. But life's too short. You of all people should know that."
Tsusuki sighed, relieved.
"So, you don't mind...?"
The young man shook his head no.
"It may be weird, but I like you."
The shinigami wanted to hold the young man and kiss him like he'd done the night before, but Hijiri seemed not to want people in his school to see him. It wasn't just his words; the fiddler had kept a safe distance between them the whole time.
"Then I'll see you later?"
Hijiri smiled and nodded.
"Now go!" he laughed, pushing him out of the school grounds.
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As much as he hated crowds, Hisoka was starting to like walking around town. Now that his life had a little more stability, he was beginning to learn how to keep upsetting emotions away. When it wasn't too warm outside, it was a nice way to clear his head. But that afternoon he just did it so the alien emotions could drown his own turmuil.
All that people passing him by; all that worry and unhappiness. Didn't they know that any of this days he could be picking them up? That their lives weren't eternal? That they should really enjoy it as much as they can?
He mentally laughed. 'No, of course they don't.'
It had just been two days; two days and he was feeling like crawling into a dark corner and die. How the hell was he going to cope with this for as long as it lasted?!
One thing is to deal with negative emotions coming from other people. One thing is to deal with the pain of your parents hating you. Or to deal with being raped. After all Hisoka had been through, he knew how to deal with all that. But this was new. This pain, it wasn't something someone else was causing, per se. And it wasn't a pain caused by something bad. But god, it hurt!
He was beyond the point of no return. He had no right to say anything now. The night before he almost calls Hijiri a thousand times to tell him he'd changed his mind, that he'd tell Tsusuki what he felt about him and to put an end to it, quick. But he didn't. He couldn't do that to Tsusuki. It was too late now.
He'd been walking for a while, not really knowing where he was going, when someone bumped into him, knocking him off his feet. There seemed to be a lot of that going around lately. The person couldn't see him; couldn't really have felt him, but still turned around and stared at Hisoka with a strange expression. And then Hisoka saw him.
The long, black hair hanging loose around his body; the beautiful face...
"You..." Hisoka whispered, immediately turning visible. Oriya gasped.
"I knew I'd felt something!" The dark haired man unsheathed his sword so fast Hisoka didn't even have time to blink. He pressed the blade against Hisoka's throat and stared down at him, his eyes filled with hate. A few people saw this and ran out of the scene, frightened. "I should kill you now," he hissed. "In fact, I should have killed you a long time ago."
Hisoka was scared, mind you, but he still smiled smugly.
"You wanna go, we'll go." With one swift motion he was out of the blade's way and behind Oriya.
The older man turned around and assumed an offensive stance.
"Look, *boy*, I don't have time for this right now. So unless you have a death wish, I'd move aside."
Hisoka sighed.
"I have no business with you. Don't bother me and I won't bother you."
Oriya nodded and sheathed his sword.
"Next time I see you, you're paying for what you did to Muraki-sensei." he whispered warningly as he passed next to Hisoka.
The young shinigami watched him go. There was something suspicious about the older man's demeanour. He seemed nervous; anxious about something. Hisoka decided that the older man couldn't be up to anything good, so he decided to follow him. Being who he was, it wasn't strange that Oriya was involved in something dirty but- and that was a big but- Hisoka wasn't sure Muraki was dead and if the good doctor was alive and up to something, Oriya would probably be involved. It was better to be safe than sorry.
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One unfocused eye, it's pupil dilated, looked from behind a tree to the couple talking on the crowded school yard.
"That's not my doll," the man in the shadows said curiously. "Is it?"
TBC
Oooooooooooooooh! Who could that be? Heh heh heh...
It may not seem like it, but everything that happens has a motive. I swear!
Everything happens for a reason...nah, too clichéd...In this world there are no coincidences, only the inevitable...wrong show, ...er...Their destiny was foreordained?...I give up, you get the idea.
Next time prizes: Cake! You can choose between Lemon pie (heh heh), strawberries and whipped cream or chocolate! All with Tsusuki, Hisoka, Tatsumi and Watari candles. But first you answer this...
1)What colour are Muraki's eyes?
2)Who was the composer that created the piece of music that Hijiri played and inspired the title for this fic? (this is a totally random question. I just don't know what else to ask *frowns*)
3) Keep reviewing! I'm so happy! *dances with little hearts around her head^-^*
Ok, now to the part you all like the most!
One BIG basket with Hijiri and Tsusuki cookies for Serenity! They come in chocolate, vanilla and coconut flavours. They are enough for you to share with inu Tsusuki!
Chibi Konnie-chan looks at chibi Aikawa...I'm sowy!!! I didn't know we would get all chibied with the Watari cookies! Waaaaah!...But good news! Watari made new cookies, they are the antidote and they are chocolate! And just for you. Tatsumi promised me he'd keep an eye on Watari so he doesn't turn us into chibis again! Oh! I read your profile (curious me, heheh ^-~) Do you want Subaru cookies as well?
Nakki, if I were you, I'd keep the Muraki doll locked somewhere safe. I wouldn't trust him! I give you a Hisoka doll so Muraki entertains himself and doesn't go doing weird stuff to you! (Mwahaha, that's mean of me, ne?) BTW, thanks for the spelling advice. I was wondering when someone was going to comment on my sucky grammar and stuff...
French-Fille: Are you really french? First time reviewing, huh...my audience keeps growing and growing. An inu Tsusuki plushie for you and a neko Hisoka. I thought that bon came from the french word, but i wasn't sure. Anyway, I've gotten so many different responses to that question that I've decided I won't use it myself until I'm sure. I hope you-and everyone else that took the time to answer- don't mind about that. And Thanks for such an elaborate review! *-*
Miko, Miko! Don't worry! I knew you weren't flaming me, just got that impression when i started reading your review at first...but then I realised that you weren't! Please don't get mad at me...*cries* Here! Take the Tatsumi plushie.... We don't want Watari getting lonely, ne? And you get Tsusuki cookies too! You like?
Dib...*batting poking finger away* Don't poke me! *shimmering eyes* I'm ticklish! So you noticed Tatsumi kissed Watari? I was starting to think I'd imagined writing it! Here, Watari -free of potion- cookies for you!
And belated thanks and inu Tsusuki plushie to dodger-chan! I almost forget about you!!
Ja ne!
Ok, calmer now. No, don't worry, this ain't turning Watari/Tatsumi exclusively. I had to start the chappy with those two, I guess you'll understand that. But I thought I'd make it clear. This is Tsusuki/Hisoka, Tsusuki/Hijiri, Tatsumi/Watari...meaning, they all get almost as much screen time each.
Prizes at the bottom- *-*
Enjoy!
A DEVIL'S THRILL
This certainly couldn't be happening!
No matter that his brain was numb and overwhelmed with sensations, Watari was baffled. He'd planned, schemed and calculated every step of the way to get Tatsumi and now the shadow master goes and ruins his plans completely with an unexpected kiss!! Why couldn't his calculations ever be correct?! The scientist in him whined.
'And quite a nice kiss too...' he thought dazedly.
It wasn't really passionate, nor bold. Tatsumi was merely brushing his lips with his and, after pulling him off his seat, embracing him tightly. It was a lazy, exploring kiss. Another thing Watari hadn't expected.
But he wasn't about to remember all the fantasies he'd had about Tatsumi ravishing him right at that moment. He had to play along and getting all hot and bothered would only scare Tatsumi away. Watari just dedicated that time to storage everything he was feeling. Tatsumi's strong lips; his strong, masculine body pressed against him; his strong hands on his back that were travelling lower and lower...
Tatsumi's mind was blank. His brain had completely shut down and all he could do was feel. And feel good at that. He hadn't felt that good in so long!
No matter how much he tried, he couldn't pull Watari close enough to him so he'd be content. The slim, delicate form of his friend urged to be touched, caressed and explored. He couldn't get enough of those soft, full lips so expertly moving against his own. And that hair...the scent of it was enough to drive him insane, but it was also so soft and silky.
Tatsumi begun trailing those beautiful golden locks with his fingers, from the base of Watari's neck and down, realising with joy that the strands of hair had led his hands into the small of Watari's back. That little curve of his friend's body served to pull him even closer.
He wanted to deepen the kiss, but just as it was it felt so good he was afraid he'd never feel that again, so he couldn't find it in him to change it.
The kiss seemed to go on for hours, but it was actually just a few seconds. There was a soft knock on the door and they broke the kiss reluctantly. They didn't pay attention to the interruption. Tatsumi rested his forehead on Watari's, looking directly into the beautiful hazel eyes.
"Tatsumi..." the scientist whispered with a soft smile forming on his lips.
The man in question seemed to be in a trance. His hands were still resting on Watari's back, caressing in slow, hypnotic circles.
The knock was heard again, this time louder.
"Watari?! Are you in there?"
The sound of Tsusuki's voice had a strange effect on Tatsumi, who pulled away rather violently and looked down, nervously fixing his suit.
"You should get that." he said, hiding any emotions on his voice.
Watari stared at him in confusion for a few moments, then sighed in defeat.
"Tatsumi?" was all he could say; inwardly he thought, 'I should have known it wouldn't be this easy.'
"Come in Tsusuki!" the shadow master called, and the number one slacker of the Shonkan division walked in, eyeing them both curiously.
"Am I interrupting something?"
"No. no. Of course not." Tatsumi answered nervously. Watari could just stare at him.
Tsusuki realised something was going on, but he also knew it wasn't his business. He just cleared his throat and, after glancing from one to the other suspiciously for a few seconds he turned to Tatsumi.
"I was actually looking for you, Tatsumi. Konoe said you'd be here. I'm taking the rest of the day off. Hisoka isn't here and..."
Tatsumi rushed to the door avoiding to make eye contact with either of them.
"Yeah, ok. Have fun." he mumbled on his way out.
Tsusuki stared at the door in disbelief. Why wasn't Tatsumi scolding him for being lazy? Why had he left as if he had a contagious disease? Why was Watari sighing sadly every two seconds?
"What was that all about?"
Watari sat back on his chair, frowning. He looked pensive, as if there was this really hard mathematic equation he couldn't solve.
"Uhm...I don't feel so well Tsusuki. We'll talk later, ne?"
The dark haired shinigami nodded uncertainly. He would have been worried about the genki blonde at that comment, but he really didn't look ill or upset; just disconcerted.
Tsusuki buried his hands on his pockets and left his friend alone in the lab. Well, not alone, exactly. 003 was there, but the owl looked a little absent and curiously blushed when he'd seen her a moment ago.
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It's not hard to feel like you stand out when you're at least a feet taller than everyone around you and you're the only one not dressed in a school uniform.
A few moments before, the bell had signalled the end of the day as far as classes were concerned; before it had even stopped ringing, the students ran out of the building like an angry mob.
The big amethyst eyes scanned the school yard confusedly. Everyone looked the same!!
Even though for a moment he'd thought about going to Hisoka's place to check on his partner, he finally decided against it. Tatsumi had said Hisoka was ill, but Tsusuki really doubted it. He probably couldn't stand to stay in the same room with him after what he'd told him.
He'd thought Hisoka had taken it well, not screaming or beating him up, but that didn't mean he didn't despised him more now. After all, Tsusuki had a suspicion that Hisoka knew about his feelings for him; it would be natural for his partner to assume he was dating Hijiri because he couldn't have him. And before his date with the young man the day before, Hisoka would have been right. But he had really enjoyed Hijiri's company, regardless of his looks. So yeah, maybe he wasn't in love with Hijiri, but that wasn't the only way to start a relationship. That could easily come later. Right?
So, since Hisoka had left early, Tsusuki had seized the opportunity and decided to pick Hijiri up from school as a surprise. They had a date that night too, but he was too anxious to wait.
But now he was starting to think it may have been a bad idea. There was no chance he'd spot Hijiri on that sea of uniformed people. And besides, this made it more evident. He was dating a student, for Enma's sake!
What did that say about him?
Though it wasn't that Hijiri was so much younger than him what bothered him. Lets be honest; once you turn 96 there's not much of a chance to find someone your age, is it? But all those kids around him, they were all chatting about their lives and what they'd do on the weekend; their friends and the girls they liked. They were alive...
What could he offer Hijiri? He was dead. Not as dead as he'd liked, but dead non-the-less. Up until that point, that little detail seemed to have escaped him.
Once again, the ever present black cloud hovered above his head. He could never do anything right, He'd always end up hurting someone.
The shinigami lowered his gaze and turned on his heels to walk away. He'd tell Hijiri that night; that he could not see him anymore, that it wasn't right.
Just when he was about to take the first step, someone seized his arm.
"What are you doing here?!" Hijiri's voice held a slight hint of alarm, and Tsusuki looked up.
"Hijiri...I..."
The younger man pulled him into a corner and looked around nervously.
"Why did you come here? Someone might see you!" Hijiri didn't sound angry, just preoccupied.
'Of course', Tsusuki thought, 'you don't want everyone knowing you're seeing me, do you? Not that I blame you.'
"Sorry," he smiled sheepishly, "I didn't think...I was stupid...I'll go now."
Hijiri flashed him a smile.
"It's ok, silly. I can get in trouble if they see me with an older man, that's all. You should have waited to meet me where I told you, so it doesn't get complicated."
"I understand." Tsusuki answered a bit confused, his big amethyst eyes showing that he didn't really get it.
"Just do as I tell you. Go now and meet me where I told you, ok? I have a few things to do before I catch up with you."
Hijiri led him by the arm, motioning him out of the school yard.
"Wait! Wait, I have to talk to you about something!" Tsusuki pulled on the other direction until the young man gave up. Hijiri turned to stare at him.
"What is it?"
"I...I don't think..." Tsusuki found that his shoes were a lot more interesting than he'd thought when he'd bought them. "I don't think we should keep seeing each other." he whispered.
"What?!" the young man shrieked, "Why? Is this about yesterday? Did I do something to upset you?" Hijiri sounded truly upset and Tsusuki felt like crap.
"No! No, yesterday was...wonderful, I haven't felt that good in a long time but..." he came closer to Hijiri, gently caressing his cheek. "you're so young and...your whole life is ahead of you and I... I'm..."
Hijiri smiled tenderly and leaned to kiss his cheek.
"Don't be silly. I know that, I've thought about that. But life's too short. You of all people should know that."
Tsusuki sighed, relieved.
"So, you don't mind...?"
The young man shook his head no.
"It may be weird, but I like you."
The shinigami wanted to hold the young man and kiss him like he'd done the night before, but Hijiri seemed not to want people in his school to see him. It wasn't just his words; the fiddler had kept a safe distance between them the whole time.
"Then I'll see you later?"
Hijiri smiled and nodded.
"Now go!" he laughed, pushing him out of the school grounds.
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As much as he hated crowds, Hisoka was starting to like walking around town. Now that his life had a little more stability, he was beginning to learn how to keep upsetting emotions away. When it wasn't too warm outside, it was a nice way to clear his head. But that afternoon he just did it so the alien emotions could drown his own turmuil.
All that people passing him by; all that worry and unhappiness. Didn't they know that any of this days he could be picking them up? That their lives weren't eternal? That they should really enjoy it as much as they can?
He mentally laughed. 'No, of course they don't.'
It had just been two days; two days and he was feeling like crawling into a dark corner and die. How the hell was he going to cope with this for as long as it lasted?!
One thing is to deal with negative emotions coming from other people. One thing is to deal with the pain of your parents hating you. Or to deal with being raped. After all Hisoka had been through, he knew how to deal with all that. But this was new. This pain, it wasn't something someone else was causing, per se. And it wasn't a pain caused by something bad. But god, it hurt!
He was beyond the point of no return. He had no right to say anything now. The night before he almost calls Hijiri a thousand times to tell him he'd changed his mind, that he'd tell Tsusuki what he felt about him and to put an end to it, quick. But he didn't. He couldn't do that to Tsusuki. It was too late now.
He'd been walking for a while, not really knowing where he was going, when someone bumped into him, knocking him off his feet. There seemed to be a lot of that going around lately. The person couldn't see him; couldn't really have felt him, but still turned around and stared at Hisoka with a strange expression. And then Hisoka saw him.
The long, black hair hanging loose around his body; the beautiful face...
"You..." Hisoka whispered, immediately turning visible. Oriya gasped.
"I knew I'd felt something!" The dark haired man unsheathed his sword so fast Hisoka didn't even have time to blink. He pressed the blade against Hisoka's throat and stared down at him, his eyes filled with hate. A few people saw this and ran out of the scene, frightened. "I should kill you now," he hissed. "In fact, I should have killed you a long time ago."
Hisoka was scared, mind you, but he still smiled smugly.
"You wanna go, we'll go." With one swift motion he was out of the blade's way and behind Oriya.
The older man turned around and assumed an offensive stance.
"Look, *boy*, I don't have time for this right now. So unless you have a death wish, I'd move aside."
Hisoka sighed.
"I have no business with you. Don't bother me and I won't bother you."
Oriya nodded and sheathed his sword.
"Next time I see you, you're paying for what you did to Muraki-sensei." he whispered warningly as he passed next to Hisoka.
The young shinigami watched him go. There was something suspicious about the older man's demeanour. He seemed nervous; anxious about something. Hisoka decided that the older man couldn't be up to anything good, so he decided to follow him. Being who he was, it wasn't strange that Oriya was involved in something dirty but- and that was a big but- Hisoka wasn't sure Muraki was dead and if the good doctor was alive and up to something, Oriya would probably be involved. It was better to be safe than sorry.
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One unfocused eye, it's pupil dilated, looked from behind a tree to the couple talking on the crowded school yard.
"That's not my doll," the man in the shadows said curiously. "Is it?"
TBC
Oooooooooooooooh! Who could that be? Heh heh heh...
It may not seem like it, but everything that happens has a motive. I swear!
Everything happens for a reason...nah, too clichéd...In this world there are no coincidences, only the inevitable...wrong show, ...er...Their destiny was foreordained?...I give up, you get the idea.
Next time prizes: Cake! You can choose between Lemon pie (heh heh), strawberries and whipped cream or chocolate! All with Tsusuki, Hisoka, Tatsumi and Watari candles. But first you answer this...
1)What colour are Muraki's eyes?
2)Who was the composer that created the piece of music that Hijiri played and inspired the title for this fic? (this is a totally random question. I just don't know what else to ask *frowns*)
3) Keep reviewing! I'm so happy! *dances with little hearts around her head^-^*
Ok, now to the part you all like the most!
One BIG basket with Hijiri and Tsusuki cookies for Serenity! They come in chocolate, vanilla and coconut flavours. They are enough for you to share with inu Tsusuki!
Chibi Konnie-chan looks at chibi Aikawa...I'm sowy!!! I didn't know we would get all chibied with the Watari cookies! Waaaaah!...But good news! Watari made new cookies, they are the antidote and they are chocolate! And just for you. Tatsumi promised me he'd keep an eye on Watari so he doesn't turn us into chibis again! Oh! I read your profile (curious me, heheh ^-~) Do you want Subaru cookies as well?
Nakki, if I were you, I'd keep the Muraki doll locked somewhere safe. I wouldn't trust him! I give you a Hisoka doll so Muraki entertains himself and doesn't go doing weird stuff to you! (Mwahaha, that's mean of me, ne?) BTW, thanks for the spelling advice. I was wondering when someone was going to comment on my sucky grammar and stuff...
French-Fille: Are you really french? First time reviewing, huh...my audience keeps growing and growing. An inu Tsusuki plushie for you and a neko Hisoka. I thought that bon came from the french word, but i wasn't sure. Anyway, I've gotten so many different responses to that question that I've decided I won't use it myself until I'm sure. I hope you-and everyone else that took the time to answer- don't mind about that. And Thanks for such an elaborate review! *-*
Miko, Miko! Don't worry! I knew you weren't flaming me, just got that impression when i started reading your review at first...but then I realised that you weren't! Please don't get mad at me...*cries* Here! Take the Tatsumi plushie.... We don't want Watari getting lonely, ne? And you get Tsusuki cookies too! You like?
Dib...*batting poking finger away* Don't poke me! *shimmering eyes* I'm ticklish! So you noticed Tatsumi kissed Watari? I was starting to think I'd imagined writing it! Here, Watari -free of potion- cookies for you!
And belated thanks and inu Tsusuki plushie to dodger-chan! I almost forget about you!!
Ja ne!