Title: Perspective
Author: Zanzou Youko
Rating: G
Pairing: Light Tsu/Hi
Genre: Attempted fluff. . My an angst writer. I'll just say Flangst. ^^;
Notes: Birthday fic for Sephy-san. ^^
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Curled together as they were, it seemed the most simple of things to twine his fingers through the other's and take in their warmth. The screen in front of them flickered, the soft thrum of music surrounding them as the credits began to play.
Hisoka untangled himself from the body underneath his, standing to switch off the television, throwing the room into the gray colourlessness of twilight. He turned, face half shrouded in shadow, arms curled protectively around himself. "That's not how the story ends," he stated firmly, the words coming out harsh and defensive.
Tsuzuki leaned over to turn on the lamp, turning and craning his neck to smile as his partner spoke, and felt the words drawn out of him, the almost automatic banter coming to his lips as he leaned back. "Oh? And what makes you say that?"
As the boy shifted fully toward him, the light caught in emerald eyes, practically glowing in the dimness of the room. He appeared to blushed, eyes shifting to the side briefly before turning to meet the violet stare.
"I read the book." Stated so simply, almost accusatory. Daring Tsuzuki to say he was wrong– perhaps hoping that he was. Hoping that the happy ending was somehow the truth; practically certain that it was not.
The elder shinigami stood, moving forward and retrieving the tape. "Hmm," he mused, eyes gentle and warm, "how did it end in the book?"
The blond frowned, eyes going distant as he brought it to his mind. "They rode away.."sighing, the blond's eyes drifted to the floor absentmindedly, "but the Prince was coming after him. They may have had his fastest horses-- but the prince had an army." A shrug, eyes snapping up to meet those of his partner. "They wouldn't have lived happily ever after."
Tilting his head at the teenager, the brunet quietly wondered why Hisoka tried to rationalize everything; if he even realised when he was doing it. "It's not," he mused, trying to explain, "a movie– or book– that's about happy endings, I think. It's about two people who are in love. What they do together with the time they have. Even if they were to be captured.. would it matter? They have each other. Nothing could keep them seperated."
Arms embracing himself in a hollow attempt at comfort, Hisoka whispered, "But why? It just... it doesn't make sense." Emerald orbs shimmered, and the lids drifted closed.
Moving forward, Tsuzuki wrapped his arms around the other, head tilting until his nose was tickled by strands of gold. The clean, almond scent of Hisoka's shampoo drifted across his senses, familiar and comforting. "It's love," he whispered, hands drifting across the small frame, "It doesn't always need to make sense. It just is."
Arms tightened, eyes hidden from sight, protected. "Stay with me tonight?" A pleading, nearly silent voice, still managing to vibrate through the other's frame.
Tsuzuki smiled in the dark, eyes drifting closed at the rare moment of allowed closeness, and answered, "As you wish."
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End notes: I tried not to be very specific, for those who haven't read the book/seen the movie.. but they had been watching "The Princess Bride". It's an /amazing/ movie, a slightly confusing book (it's translated from... some language I can't be bothered to look up... .), but is something you should all see at some point.