A/N: Ok! I'm sorry! I know I promised I'd update yesterday! *cries* Sorry? This chapter was so hard to write for some reason! T.T
Anyway, is this story starting to suck? The only reason I'm asking is cuz a few people that review always, didn't review last time. But then other people did, so I don't know.
Next chapter will possibly be R rated. I don't want to change the rating for the whole story out of one chapter. You know, because then it doesn't show immediately when you check the fandom. I don't know what to do. It won't even be R, it'll be something closer to PG-15. They really should have a PG-15 category.
Just so you know, I posted this chapter on SATURDAY, around 10:00 pm New York time. (I am almost sure we have New York's time line, but I could be wrong, so take or add an hour.) If this chapter shows up Sunday at 10 pm, it wasn't my fault.
Enjoy!!
A DEVIL'S THRILL
Blood; everywhere.
All he could see was blood. Around him, above him; at his feet. But specially on his hands. They stung with blood. From the people he'd killed; from the people that had died because of him. He was death.
~"I'm so proud of you."~
Muraki knew him. He could see him for what he was. And the sick, cold blooded murderer liked him for it.
~"We're the same, you and I."~
Outlined by crimson he could see the doctor's figure, haunting him, showing him his true self.
~"Both murderers, using others' lives to go on living."~
The illusion was becoming stronger; heavier. The coppery smell of blood was almost too much for him to bare; it was so disturbingly familiar.
Muraki was holding something in his arms that looked like a ragged doll and Tsusuki tried to find his voice to scream.
The swan-like throat had been slashed open; his eyes, once so beautiful and expressive, were now two empty, dull orbs staring fixedly into nothingness. His face stricken with horror, giving testimony of his last moments. Still, the dry, colourless lips moved.
~"I love you. Please don't leave me."~
Tsusuki reached out with his hand, desperately trying to get close to the boy. The tears in his eyes blurred his vision and as hard as he tried, he couldn't move.
Muraki laughed then, throwing the body in his arms.
~"I can't come between a man and his doll, can I?"~
He traced gingerly the lifeless porcelain face, unwilling to believe what he was seeing.
~"You did this, remember?"~ the dead lips told him. ~"You killed me."~
Tsusuki shook his head no, helplessly. This wasn't happening; it was another nightmare. He had to wake up!
~"It's ok."~ Hijiri whispered. ~"I don't mind that you killed me because you love me, right? Tell me you love me, Tsusuki."~
The air was pulled out of his lungs upon hearing those words. It was his fault. He'd killed him. It was always his fault.
He pulled the boy into his arms, embracing him tightly; willing his own life force to leave him and bring back the glow to those beautiful green eyes.
~"I'm so sorry. Please, forgive me."~
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Night had fallen, bathing the infirmary in moonlight. Hisoka thought about getting up from his seat next to Tsusuki's bed to turn on the light, but he never managed to do it.
Tsusuki would be ok. Watari said so, so it had to be true. Still, seeing him sleeping so innocently, with a frown on his face that spoke of bad dreams not even the most potent of sedatives could keep away made Hisoka's heart hurt.
It was silly staying by his bedside all night, as Tatsumi had pointed out. Tsusuki wasn't unconscious, he wasn't hurt,- apart from the scratch of his cheek- he was just sleeping. And yet Hisoka couldn't bring himself to leave him.
He brushed a few stray locks form the older man's brow tenderly a few times, but the rebel hairs always seemed to find their way back; so Hisoka just kept caressing his hair as many times as needed, and then some.
He could tell when the nightmares would get worse. The frown would deepen and Tsusuki's eyes would move frantically under the eyelids. Hisoka then would sooth him by whispering words of comfort and tugging him back into the safety of the covers.
Once touching Tsusuki would upset Hisoka. The flood of emotions would be too much for him to bare. Tsusuki had a big heart; one that not always carried pleasant feelings; but Hisoka had learned to cope with it somewhere along the line. It was amazing, he thought, that he could touch Tsusuki now, when the older man radiated anguish, and he wasn't pulling away; the emotions weren't invading his own heart. He could feel them, but he could also feel how they'd lessen with every caress, and that made him want to keep touching him.
It was almost midnight when the worst nightmare attacked his partner. This time Hisoka did have to keep the feelings away as much as he could. Tsusuki was terrified. The older man felt guilty and scared and he didn't need to be an empath to realise. The sleeping form of his friend, that had been calm just a few moments before, begun trashing on the bed, once again throwing the covers off his body. Hisoka came closer to him, holding him as much as he could. Tsusuki's arms went around his waist tightly, almost knocking the air out of his lungs, as the older man whimpered.
"Shhh, It's ok. Everything's ok." Hisoka whispered, rubbing Tsusuki's back in circles.
"Hijiri..." Tsusuki whispered and Hisoka froze in his place.
Tears begun forming but he didn't let it stop him from comforting his friend.
"It's ok, Tsusuki." He cooed, his voice braking. "I love you. I know you don't love me, but I'll still love you and take care of you." He kissed the top of the other man's head sweetly, wiping his tears with one hand and reluctantly pulling away from the embrace. "I have to go for a while, ok? Don't wake up yet." he smiled. Taking advantage of the fact that there were no witnesses, Hisoka gave in to his impulse and kissed Tsusuki's lips softly, causing new tears to fall. "You'll never be alone again."
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Watari stirred in his sleep and Tatsumi tightened his hold of the blond to prevent him falling flat on his behind from the chair they were currently sharing; so to speak, since Watari was actually sitting on his lap.
The shadow master refused to go home while Tsusuki rested in the infirmary, yet he couldn't bring himself to go there and stay with his friend. He knew Hisoka would be there, and thought it inappropriate to interrupt their privacy. He couldn't hide his concern, though. In spite of everything, he still had a soft spot for Tsusuki. He wanted to stay close in case he was needed.
Seeing Tatsumi so worried, the scientist had insisted to stay with him in the office while he tried to finish the work of the day, that had been left unfinished by matters beyond his control. But the genki blond just wouldn't let him work. If it wasn't Watari trying to jump his bones every two seconds, it was him falling asleep sitting on his lap after half an hour of constant attention to his neck. Not that Tatsumi minded, but he was running through his wardrobe in his mind, trying to remember if he owned a turtle neck.
At that moment he was trying to write a report with one hand and hold Watari in place with the other. The scientist stirred again and Tatsumi sighed, putting the pen down.
When Watari was, as he'd said it, 'kissing him silly', Tatsumi's brain wouldn't be reacting much. At that moment though, he was in complete use of his cerebral functions. For some reason, to have Watari sleeping in his arms that way was too intimate for him to be comfortable. The feelings the blond was stirring were new to him. Tatsumi wasn't a man who'd let his emotions rule him. Of course, he'd avoided acknowledging his emotions all his life, and everything that would cause them to surface.
Only two people could make the control he had over his emotions slip away. Tsusuki and no Watari. And at that moment, he was affected by both, trying to decide which one should be more important.
Watari stirred again.
"Mmmm, ferrous sulphate and then..." the blond mumbled.
"You'll be the death of me, you know that?" he said with a smile forming on his lips, kissing the blond's forehead. "Watari..." Tatsumi shook him a little and tucked a few locks from the now messy blond hair behind his ear, admiring the beautiful, peaceful face of his...friend...his...Well, lover wasn't the right word,...not yet. Boyfriend? That sounded silly. The man in question stirred again, but didn't wake up. "Watari, sweetie c'mon, wake up."
Immediately, two hazel, amused eyes opened wide.
"What did you call me?" the blond said, very much awake. Tatsumi could only gape at the man in his arms. Watari laughed and straightened on the shadow master's lap. "I like it."
"Did you sleep well?" Tatsumi said amusedly.
"Wonderfully." Watari snuggled closer to the other man and sighed contently. "You're so comfy."
The secretary hugged him tight.
"Watari...shouldn't we...? I don't know, shouldn't you...check on Tsusuki or something?"
Watari sighed.
"I don't think so. He just needs his rest."
"But maybe...Are you sure he's ok? I mean..."
Watari stood up and ran a hand through his hair, trying anxiously to fix it, obviously upset.
"Why don't you go check on him if you want to so much?" the scientist spat.
Tatsumi blinked, confused.
"What did I do now?"
Watari approached him again, looking at him sadly.
"Tatsumi..." he was trying to find a way to say it without sounding like a jealous maniac. "Look, I don't expect you to... I..." God, this was hard! "How...do you feel about me?"
"Watari..." Tatsumi stared at him, at a loss for words. Truth was, he didn't know the answer to that.
"Ok, no. Forget I asked that." Watari was getting frustrated. "What do you feel about Tsusuki? I don't care if you don't love me yet. I mean, really; it's not like we're even a couple yet. I mean, I do ...love you, but...if you...If you love him I understand. I just..."
He never got to finish that. Tatsumi stood up in the middle of his ranting and took him into his arms, kissing him passionately.
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Tsusuki had woken up sometime in the middle of the night to find the infirmary empty.
He couldn't help to feel a little disappointed that no one had been there to greet him, but it was very late; he couldn't expect anyone to miss their sleep for him.
His nightmares were still haunting him, even after half an hour of being awake. He just couldn't forget. Muraki's words had scarred him deeply. The doctor had been right; of course.
But it was still hard to believe he could be so blind. He honestly hadn't meant to hurt Hijiri. He did care about the young man. He was being selfish. He just didn't want to be alone; and that was exactly what Hijiri was promising him. Company.
He couldn't decide what to do yet, but he knew he needed to talk to the young man. Tell him the truth. Maybe leaving the decision to Hijiri was taking the easy way out; he was getting good at that. But a part of him he was starting to despise, convinced him that everything would have been better if he would have been able to die, as he'd wanted to. It wasn't his choice to be alive and so he didn't understand why he had to suffer for it.
He wasn't sure how much time had passed. He was sitting on his bed, staring idly out the window, trying to rid his mind of the memories of his nightmares and his life, that pretty much resembled a nightmare, when Hijiri poked his head inside the room.
The young man looked tired, but still greeted him with a smile.
"Hey, there. You're awake."
Startled, Tsusuki stared at his form, outlined by shadows. For a moment, he thought he saw the Hijiri of his nightmares, but it only lasted a second before the young man stepped further into the room and he could see the beautiful green eyes filled with life and affection. He couldn't control himself; he just jumped out of bed and pulled Hijiri into a tight hug.
"You're ok, you're ok..." he repeated over and over again.
Hijiri hugged him even tighter, soothing him.
"Everything's ok. See?"
Tsusuki pulled away just enough so he could see the younger man's face and stared at him confusedly.
"What are you doing here? How did you...?"
Hijiri shrugged.
"Hisoka." he said simply.
Tsusuki was even more confused than before. Why would Hisoka go look for him? Why had he cared?
As if sensing his confusion, Hijiri smiled and brushed his lips against Tsusuki's tenderly.
"It's so hard to believe he cares about you?" he said somewhat sadly.
Tsusuki's heart filled with guilt and regret. In his own turmoil he had forgotten that Hisoka really did care about him. Maybe not the way he wanted him to care; but he'd been blind in thinking the younger shinigami hated him. Amazingly enough, it had been Muraki the one to make him realise how stupid he'd been. The last thing he wanted now was to be with Hijiri. He didn't love him, he'd never love him; but he still cared about him.
Something flickered in Hijiri's eyes; something like surprise and pain, and Tsusuki wondered if the younger man knew what his feelings really were.
Tsusuki pulled away from the embrace, turning his back to Hijiri. It was over before it had even started, Tsusuki realised, and he wondered if he'd managed to hurt Hijiri; to hurt someone again out of his own selfishness and idiocy.
"Hijiri, I think..."
The younger man walked in front of him. There was something in his eyes he couldn't identify; he took his face with both hands and smiled.
"I love you so much." he whispered, and leaned over to kiss him.
"Hijiri, wait...I..."
"It's ok. I know." he kissed Tsusuki deeply. Tsusuki lost himself in the kiss. He couldn't help himself; it felt so good to have all that affection directed at him. Hijiri broke the kiss, panting. The desire in his eyes was evident, and Tsusuki had to admit that he also wanted him at that moment. "Just tonight?" the young man whispered and Tsusuki, without thinking, kissed the human again.
TBC
Now to the contest!!
1) Completely unrelated question: Has the season of Angel started in America already?
2) I'm getting one of the YNM anime VHS for my birthday. What do you say? Kyoto arc or The devil's thrill arc? I can't decide which I want more.
3) If I get to 50 reviews with this chapter, I swear I'll give you all this really kawaii picture I've found of chibi Tsusuki and chibi Hisoka wearing bunny outfits!! I promise!! *-*
And to the thank you's!!!! @-@
Doger-chan, every single review fills my heart with joy and has me singing x-mass carols like a complete lunatic, so thank you!! I think...heh. And I agree, How could they leave the St. Michael's arc out?! It's so good! Tsusuki cookies for you!
Kyraille Fade, I was so worried about Tatsumi in the last chapter, but you totally understood what I was trying to do! I'm glad you liked it!
What do you mean they don't have the new year's bit? Isn't that the part with the hot springs?! They left drunk and sexy Tsusuki out?! Waaaaaaah! And yeah, Tsusuki as a priest *drool* I promise I'm reading your fic probably as you read this, so wait for my review. I'd give you Tsusuki cookies if you promise me you won't get a sugar-high, ok?
Tifa...yeah, I settle for Tifa cuz it's shorter *lazy stretch* What does your other name mean though? I love it! I hope you like this chapter. There'll be plenty Tsu/soka goodness next chapter, but this one has some. You like? Anyway, you get Tsusuki cookies, or as I like to call them, Tsucookies!
Miyahara Yuki!! The best ficcy you've ever read?! *shimmering eyes* Waaaaaaah! Thank you!!! Even if you threatened me!!! Waaaaaaaaah!! Tsusuki cookies for you!!
Kitana, like the weapon? You reviewed chapter one, did you like the rest? A Tsusuki plushie for you for being your first time reviewing!
Remember people! 50 review next time! *-*
Ja ne!
Anyway, is this story starting to suck? The only reason I'm asking is cuz a few people that review always, didn't review last time. But then other people did, so I don't know.
Next chapter will possibly be R rated. I don't want to change the rating for the whole story out of one chapter. You know, because then it doesn't show immediately when you check the fandom. I don't know what to do. It won't even be R, it'll be something closer to PG-15. They really should have a PG-15 category.
Just so you know, I posted this chapter on SATURDAY, around 10:00 pm New York time. (I am almost sure we have New York's time line, but I could be wrong, so take or add an hour.) If this chapter shows up Sunday at 10 pm, it wasn't my fault.
Enjoy!!
A DEVIL'S THRILL
Blood; everywhere.
All he could see was blood. Around him, above him; at his feet. But specially on his hands. They stung with blood. From the people he'd killed; from the people that had died because of him. He was death.
~"I'm so proud of you."~
Muraki knew him. He could see him for what he was. And the sick, cold blooded murderer liked him for it.
~"We're the same, you and I."~
Outlined by crimson he could see the doctor's figure, haunting him, showing him his true self.
~"Both murderers, using others' lives to go on living."~
The illusion was becoming stronger; heavier. The coppery smell of blood was almost too much for him to bare; it was so disturbingly familiar.
Muraki was holding something in his arms that looked like a ragged doll and Tsusuki tried to find his voice to scream.
The swan-like throat had been slashed open; his eyes, once so beautiful and expressive, were now two empty, dull orbs staring fixedly into nothingness. His face stricken with horror, giving testimony of his last moments. Still, the dry, colourless lips moved.
~"I love you. Please don't leave me."~
Tsusuki reached out with his hand, desperately trying to get close to the boy. The tears in his eyes blurred his vision and as hard as he tried, he couldn't move.
Muraki laughed then, throwing the body in his arms.
~"I can't come between a man and his doll, can I?"~
He traced gingerly the lifeless porcelain face, unwilling to believe what he was seeing.
~"You did this, remember?"~ the dead lips told him. ~"You killed me."~
Tsusuki shook his head no, helplessly. This wasn't happening; it was another nightmare. He had to wake up!
~"It's ok."~ Hijiri whispered. ~"I don't mind that you killed me because you love me, right? Tell me you love me, Tsusuki."~
The air was pulled out of his lungs upon hearing those words. It was his fault. He'd killed him. It was always his fault.
He pulled the boy into his arms, embracing him tightly; willing his own life force to leave him and bring back the glow to those beautiful green eyes.
~"I'm so sorry. Please, forgive me."~
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Night had fallen, bathing the infirmary in moonlight. Hisoka thought about getting up from his seat next to Tsusuki's bed to turn on the light, but he never managed to do it.
Tsusuki would be ok. Watari said so, so it had to be true. Still, seeing him sleeping so innocently, with a frown on his face that spoke of bad dreams not even the most potent of sedatives could keep away made Hisoka's heart hurt.
It was silly staying by his bedside all night, as Tatsumi had pointed out. Tsusuki wasn't unconscious, he wasn't hurt,- apart from the scratch of his cheek- he was just sleeping. And yet Hisoka couldn't bring himself to leave him.
He brushed a few stray locks form the older man's brow tenderly a few times, but the rebel hairs always seemed to find their way back; so Hisoka just kept caressing his hair as many times as needed, and then some.
He could tell when the nightmares would get worse. The frown would deepen and Tsusuki's eyes would move frantically under the eyelids. Hisoka then would sooth him by whispering words of comfort and tugging him back into the safety of the covers.
Once touching Tsusuki would upset Hisoka. The flood of emotions would be too much for him to bare. Tsusuki had a big heart; one that not always carried pleasant feelings; but Hisoka had learned to cope with it somewhere along the line. It was amazing, he thought, that he could touch Tsusuki now, when the older man radiated anguish, and he wasn't pulling away; the emotions weren't invading his own heart. He could feel them, but he could also feel how they'd lessen with every caress, and that made him want to keep touching him.
It was almost midnight when the worst nightmare attacked his partner. This time Hisoka did have to keep the feelings away as much as he could. Tsusuki was terrified. The older man felt guilty and scared and he didn't need to be an empath to realise. The sleeping form of his friend, that had been calm just a few moments before, begun trashing on the bed, once again throwing the covers off his body. Hisoka came closer to him, holding him as much as he could. Tsusuki's arms went around his waist tightly, almost knocking the air out of his lungs, as the older man whimpered.
"Shhh, It's ok. Everything's ok." Hisoka whispered, rubbing Tsusuki's back in circles.
"Hijiri..." Tsusuki whispered and Hisoka froze in his place.
Tears begun forming but he didn't let it stop him from comforting his friend.
"It's ok, Tsusuki." He cooed, his voice braking. "I love you. I know you don't love me, but I'll still love you and take care of you." He kissed the top of the other man's head sweetly, wiping his tears with one hand and reluctantly pulling away from the embrace. "I have to go for a while, ok? Don't wake up yet." he smiled. Taking advantage of the fact that there were no witnesses, Hisoka gave in to his impulse and kissed Tsusuki's lips softly, causing new tears to fall. "You'll never be alone again."
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Watari stirred in his sleep and Tatsumi tightened his hold of the blond to prevent him falling flat on his behind from the chair they were currently sharing; so to speak, since Watari was actually sitting on his lap.
The shadow master refused to go home while Tsusuki rested in the infirmary, yet he couldn't bring himself to go there and stay with his friend. He knew Hisoka would be there, and thought it inappropriate to interrupt their privacy. He couldn't hide his concern, though. In spite of everything, he still had a soft spot for Tsusuki. He wanted to stay close in case he was needed.
Seeing Tatsumi so worried, the scientist had insisted to stay with him in the office while he tried to finish the work of the day, that had been left unfinished by matters beyond his control. But the genki blond just wouldn't let him work. If it wasn't Watari trying to jump his bones every two seconds, it was him falling asleep sitting on his lap after half an hour of constant attention to his neck. Not that Tatsumi minded, but he was running through his wardrobe in his mind, trying to remember if he owned a turtle neck.
At that moment he was trying to write a report with one hand and hold Watari in place with the other. The scientist stirred again and Tatsumi sighed, putting the pen down.
When Watari was, as he'd said it, 'kissing him silly', Tatsumi's brain wouldn't be reacting much. At that moment though, he was in complete use of his cerebral functions. For some reason, to have Watari sleeping in his arms that way was too intimate for him to be comfortable. The feelings the blond was stirring were new to him. Tatsumi wasn't a man who'd let his emotions rule him. Of course, he'd avoided acknowledging his emotions all his life, and everything that would cause them to surface.
Only two people could make the control he had over his emotions slip away. Tsusuki and no Watari. And at that moment, he was affected by both, trying to decide which one should be more important.
Watari stirred again.
"Mmmm, ferrous sulphate and then..." the blond mumbled.
"You'll be the death of me, you know that?" he said with a smile forming on his lips, kissing the blond's forehead. "Watari..." Tatsumi shook him a little and tucked a few locks from the now messy blond hair behind his ear, admiring the beautiful, peaceful face of his...friend...his...Well, lover wasn't the right word,...not yet. Boyfriend? That sounded silly. The man in question stirred again, but didn't wake up. "Watari, sweetie c'mon, wake up."
Immediately, two hazel, amused eyes opened wide.
"What did you call me?" the blond said, very much awake. Tatsumi could only gape at the man in his arms. Watari laughed and straightened on the shadow master's lap. "I like it."
"Did you sleep well?" Tatsumi said amusedly.
"Wonderfully." Watari snuggled closer to the other man and sighed contently. "You're so comfy."
The secretary hugged him tight.
"Watari...shouldn't we...? I don't know, shouldn't you...check on Tsusuki or something?"
Watari sighed.
"I don't think so. He just needs his rest."
"But maybe...Are you sure he's ok? I mean..."
Watari stood up and ran a hand through his hair, trying anxiously to fix it, obviously upset.
"Why don't you go check on him if you want to so much?" the scientist spat.
Tatsumi blinked, confused.
"What did I do now?"
Watari approached him again, looking at him sadly.
"Tatsumi..." he was trying to find a way to say it without sounding like a jealous maniac. "Look, I don't expect you to... I..." God, this was hard! "How...do you feel about me?"
"Watari..." Tatsumi stared at him, at a loss for words. Truth was, he didn't know the answer to that.
"Ok, no. Forget I asked that." Watari was getting frustrated. "What do you feel about Tsusuki? I don't care if you don't love me yet. I mean, really; it's not like we're even a couple yet. I mean, I do ...love you, but...if you...If you love him I understand. I just..."
He never got to finish that. Tatsumi stood up in the middle of his ranting and took him into his arms, kissing him passionately.
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Tsusuki had woken up sometime in the middle of the night to find the infirmary empty.
He couldn't help to feel a little disappointed that no one had been there to greet him, but it was very late; he couldn't expect anyone to miss their sleep for him.
His nightmares were still haunting him, even after half an hour of being awake. He just couldn't forget. Muraki's words had scarred him deeply. The doctor had been right; of course.
But it was still hard to believe he could be so blind. He honestly hadn't meant to hurt Hijiri. He did care about the young man. He was being selfish. He just didn't want to be alone; and that was exactly what Hijiri was promising him. Company.
He couldn't decide what to do yet, but he knew he needed to talk to the young man. Tell him the truth. Maybe leaving the decision to Hijiri was taking the easy way out; he was getting good at that. But a part of him he was starting to despise, convinced him that everything would have been better if he would have been able to die, as he'd wanted to. It wasn't his choice to be alive and so he didn't understand why he had to suffer for it.
He wasn't sure how much time had passed. He was sitting on his bed, staring idly out the window, trying to rid his mind of the memories of his nightmares and his life, that pretty much resembled a nightmare, when Hijiri poked his head inside the room.
The young man looked tired, but still greeted him with a smile.
"Hey, there. You're awake."
Startled, Tsusuki stared at his form, outlined by shadows. For a moment, he thought he saw the Hijiri of his nightmares, but it only lasted a second before the young man stepped further into the room and he could see the beautiful green eyes filled with life and affection. He couldn't control himself; he just jumped out of bed and pulled Hijiri into a tight hug.
"You're ok, you're ok..." he repeated over and over again.
Hijiri hugged him even tighter, soothing him.
"Everything's ok. See?"
Tsusuki pulled away just enough so he could see the younger man's face and stared at him confusedly.
"What are you doing here? How did you...?"
Hijiri shrugged.
"Hisoka." he said simply.
Tsusuki was even more confused than before. Why would Hisoka go look for him? Why had he cared?
As if sensing his confusion, Hijiri smiled and brushed his lips against Tsusuki's tenderly.
"It's so hard to believe he cares about you?" he said somewhat sadly.
Tsusuki's heart filled with guilt and regret. In his own turmoil he had forgotten that Hisoka really did care about him. Maybe not the way he wanted him to care; but he'd been blind in thinking the younger shinigami hated him. Amazingly enough, it had been Muraki the one to make him realise how stupid he'd been. The last thing he wanted now was to be with Hijiri. He didn't love him, he'd never love him; but he still cared about him.
Something flickered in Hijiri's eyes; something like surprise and pain, and Tsusuki wondered if the younger man knew what his feelings really were.
Tsusuki pulled away from the embrace, turning his back to Hijiri. It was over before it had even started, Tsusuki realised, and he wondered if he'd managed to hurt Hijiri; to hurt someone again out of his own selfishness and idiocy.
"Hijiri, I think..."
The younger man walked in front of him. There was something in his eyes he couldn't identify; he took his face with both hands and smiled.
"I love you so much." he whispered, and leaned over to kiss him.
"Hijiri, wait...I..."
"It's ok. I know." he kissed Tsusuki deeply. Tsusuki lost himself in the kiss. He couldn't help himself; it felt so good to have all that affection directed at him. Hijiri broke the kiss, panting. The desire in his eyes was evident, and Tsusuki had to admit that he also wanted him at that moment. "Just tonight?" the young man whispered and Tsusuki, without thinking, kissed the human again.
TBC
Now to the contest!!
1) Completely unrelated question: Has the season of Angel started in America already?
2) I'm getting one of the YNM anime VHS for my birthday. What do you say? Kyoto arc or The devil's thrill arc? I can't decide which I want more.
3) If I get to 50 reviews with this chapter, I swear I'll give you all this really kawaii picture I've found of chibi Tsusuki and chibi Hisoka wearing bunny outfits!! I promise!! *-*
And to the thank you's!!!! @-@
Doger-chan, every single review fills my heart with joy and has me singing x-mass carols like a complete lunatic, so thank you!! I think...heh. And I agree, How could they leave the St. Michael's arc out?! It's so good! Tsusuki cookies for you!
Kyraille Fade, I was so worried about Tatsumi in the last chapter, but you totally understood what I was trying to do! I'm glad you liked it!
What do you mean they don't have the new year's bit? Isn't that the part with the hot springs?! They left drunk and sexy Tsusuki out?! Waaaaaaah! And yeah, Tsusuki as a priest *drool* I promise I'm reading your fic probably as you read this, so wait for my review. I'd give you Tsusuki cookies if you promise me you won't get a sugar-high, ok?
Tifa...yeah, I settle for Tifa cuz it's shorter *lazy stretch* What does your other name mean though? I love it! I hope you like this chapter. There'll be plenty Tsu/soka goodness next chapter, but this one has some. You like? Anyway, you get Tsusuki cookies, or as I like to call them, Tsucookies!
Miyahara Yuki!! The best ficcy you've ever read?! *shimmering eyes* Waaaaaaah! Thank you!!! Even if you threatened me!!! Waaaaaaaaah!! Tsusuki cookies for you!!
Kitana, like the weapon? You reviewed chapter one, did you like the rest? A Tsusuki plushie for you for being your first time reviewing!
Remember people! 50 review next time! *-*
Ja ne!