First of all, thank you very much to those who reviewed! I never knew there would be Nagare fans out there, I seriously thought I was the only one. ^_^' I don't really know what's happening beyond those chapters translated by Theria-san and I only own up to book 11, but I'm doing my best in trying to keep this in character. Thanks for your support! And here are answers to some of the questions:
kireira - Nagare's bewildered about that too (that's why he's impatient) but I think it's just Watari's nature. He needs to see those wounds treated or it will haunt him for the rest of his dead life.
Psychopathic Sisters - Here's the sequel. I'm sending you a separate e-mail as a reply. Thanks very much! ^_^
Meritite - Yes, this fic was hard to write. I love confrontations but to actually write one is so difficult. For me, Hisoka did that because he knew it would be the last time he and Nagare would ever speak so he just risked it. Not to mention that this would be the final step for the whole Gensou Kai arc: Hisoka's becoming powerful enough to accept and overcome his weakness. Although he can't forgive, the least he could do is understand, right? ^_^
Twylise - I would love to! I haven't met a lot of Nagare fans; my friends are more inclined towards Tsuzuki, Tatsumi, and Muraki. I love the whole Kurosaki clan, even Nagare's brother. They're just so dysfunctional. Of course, I consider Rico and Kurikara as part of the Kurosaki, too. ^_~
Kanon*A - I've never heard of the other unaired 13 episodes. Maybe it's still being planned or it was just shown. Sorry. Actually, Nagare (Hisoka's father) is the only speaking character here who was never shown in the anime. He and some other mentioned characters (the Tenguu, the Yatonogami, Rui [Hisoka's mother], Nagare's brother whose name I forgot, and Hisoka's sister with his same name) are from the manga, during the simultaneous double storylines taking place after the Kyoto arc. ^_^' Thanks for reading it even though I it must be difficult to review it. I'm thrilled to know you liked it even though the story is hard to understand.
And for the rest who reviewed, thank you very much!! ^_____^ And now, on with the o-ma-ke!

Note: Weirdly enough, the idea for this omake came before the serious first story. This was supposed to be humorous but I really don't think it's funny at all. O_o I'm just not a very funny person, I guess. Anyway, this takes place right after the first fic. It's up to you if you want to take this seriously as a continuation or as a separate gag.
Major spoilers and liberal interpretations on the Kamakura and Gensou Kai arc.

Warning: Shonen ai (Tsuzuki/Hisoka). Determined Tsuzuki. Hisoka in denial. Creepy Nagare and Tatsumi. Hyper Watari. Kurikara-the-new-punching-bag. Over-analyzing cactus. Proceed with caution.

The Final Forgiveness (o-ma-ke!)

Tsuzuki Asato raced down the halls, almost colliding into one of the workers who only cursed at him before he was forgotten. He had heard a stray talk from one of the Shinigami that Kurosaki Nagare had died and was in Juu-Ou-Cho. He didn't have much time; Tatsumi and Watari might be on their way to pass him on!

Skidding when he came to a hallway, he remembered the talks: the ] mysterious man was in the interrogation room. Picking his pace, he quickly sidestepped another worker.

Please, don't let me be too late! He thought to himself, trying not to let himself panic.

"Tsuzuki-san!" he heard Tatsumi shout from somewhere behind him. "No running in the hall—"

"Emergency!" he screeched and almost slid when he came to a stop, his shoes making a loud squeaking sound as he forced friction to do its work on the leather and the marble ground.

Behind him, he could hear footsteps trying to catch up to him. "Emergency?!" Watari cried out.

"Tsuzuki-san!" Tatsumi called, sounding furious. "You may not enter there—"

"Bon and his father—" Watari interrupted.

"They won't appreciate it," Tatsumi cried, trying to pull Tsuzuki back but the Shinigami only brushed his touch away. The aura around him sizzled and burned with determination.

Watari took a step forward. "Uh—Tsuzuki, I don't think there's any danger."

"It's an emergency!" Tsuzuki snapped.

"He won't kill—" Tatsumi began but the purple-eyed Shinigami had already stepped into the room.

"Kurosaki Nagare-san!" Tsuzuki Asato, wielder of (theoretically) twelve Shikigami, elite Shinigami of seventy-so years, with his blood not consisting not only of human origins but also of demonic DNA, stepped into the room with his voice booming. "I have something to settle with you!"

"That's why I told you Kurosaki-san and bon are settling it on their own!" Watari hastened to say, frantically tugging at Tsuzuki's coat.

Kurosaki Nagare carefully stood, still keeping an arm around his sleep-induced son. "Yes, that is me." His voice was controlled and in check. He gave Tsuzuki an intense glance.

"Tsuzuki?" Hisoka's voice was confused and he stepped away from his father to watch the exchange. "What's going on?"

"Is this your father, Hisoka?" Tsuzuki asked, never taking his eyes off the older Kurosaki.

"Yeah." Hisoka blinked. "What—"

"Very well!" Tsuzuki took a step forward, then another.

"Tsuzuki," Tatsumi said from behind, "I don't think this is a very good idea."

"Keep out of this, Tatsumi," Tsuzuki warned.

Nagare continued to watch him warily. He refused to back down despite the burning aura that surrounded this Shinigami. He did not have to look at his son to know that the air in the room had become tense. Instead, he braced himself and clenched his hands to fists, wondering what would happen next. "Is it important?" he asked instead.

"Yes." When he was around a meter away from Kurosaki Nagare Tsuzuki suddenly bowed low and shouted, "I would like to ask your permission to marry your son!"

Complete and utter silence.

Broken only by Hisoka's loud: "Eeehh?!" Behind Tsuzuki, Tatsumi and Watari facefaulted.

Nagare blinked. "Interesting."

"I am Tsuzuki Asato, Shinigami of 70 years. I have been Hisoka's partner since he began his job as a Shinigami. If you please, I have prepared a resume and bio-data." Tsuzuki straightened to hand over a folder to the older Kurosaki.

A vein popped on Hisoka's forehead. "This is not a job interview, baka!"

Meanwhile, Nagare received the folder and flipped it open, scanning it briefly before he gave a small sound. "Impressive, Tsuzuki-san."

"Really?" Tsuzuki perked up.

Another vein appeared on Hisoka's head as he whirled to his father. "TOU-SA-MA!" he cried. "You're joking!"

Nagare turned a page. "And you have a background on dance?"

"Yes, yes, my neesan taught me." Tsuzuki nodded.

"Is anyone listening to me?" Hisoka shouted.

Suddenly, a hand was on Hisoka's shoulder. He turned to find Watari barely keeping tears of happiness from streaming down his face. "You're so lucky, bon!" he sobbed. "Can I be your bridesmaid?"

"WHAT?!"

"It's remarkable how you managed to hold on to this job for quite a number of years, Tsuzuki-san." Nagare looked up, nodding approvingly.

Tsuzuki beamed. "Is it? I'm not one to complain though. The pay is a little low but I manage somehow."

"Tatsumi-san, do something," Hisoka raged.

Tatsumi shook his head. "I don't think this should be taken seriously, Kurosaki-kun."

"Please, bon?!" Watari wheedled.

"However, this talk concerning income is disturbing." And here Nagare flipped into the next page. "It states here that you owe this department quite a lot amount of money. I would rather not allow my son to marry someone who will not be able to give him a comfortable life."

This sent Tsuzuki in near tears. "Oh...but I love him," he said quickly. "And I'm sure he loves me too...right?" He turned to Hisoka.

A fist connected to Tsuzuki's jaw. "Don't assume!" Hisoka fumed.

"See?" Tsuzuki beamed again despite the funny way his jaw was creaking. "That's how Hisoka shows his love."

"Will you—"

"Aha, I've got it!" Nagare closed the folder with a snap and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I've just remembered the dowry the Kurosaki Clan has for the sole heir."

Tsuzuki blinked. "Dowry?"

Tatsumi's ear twitched. "Dowry?"

"Of course! As one of the oldest clans in Japan, the Kurosaki must not be without wealth. Hisoka is still the sole heir of the Kurosaki clan and I died as the owner of the estates. Since the clan is now dead and with no heir living, Hisoka is still the rightful owner of the wealth."

"Wealth?" Tsuzki sounded confused.

"Wealth?" Tatsumi sounded intrigued.

"The dowry will be more than enough to pay for the amount you owe the department, to give you and my son a lavish wedding as well as honeymoon, and to let you live in luxury for at least 200 years. And then some."

"Whoooooaaa." Watari whistled. "You sure got a lot of dough, bon."

Hisoka glared at him. "Of course we have, the antiques in our house date from 500 years before or older, and the estate value is—waitaminute!"

"Only," Nagare continued seriously, "Tsuzuki-san, you must have a lawyer so we can sign papers immediately. You do have one, don't you?"

Tsuzuki's posture drooped. "No," he mumbled. "I never really thought of that, but I'll try to find one, I'm sure someone here—"

"Fear not!" Glasses glazed, smile wide, formal wear strictly in place, Tatsumi placed his hands over Tsuzuki's shoulder. "I, Tatsumi Seiichirou, used to be a lawyer before I died and therefore will gladly represent Tsuzuki Asato."

"I thought you were a clerk, Tatsumi—ouch!" Watari was immediately kicked away.

"Tatsumi!" Tears appeared in Tsuzuki's eyes and he did not make a move to brush them away as he was overcome with sheer joy. "Thank you! I'm so glad you're my friend!"

Tatsumi took Tsuzuki's hands in his and stared into his eyes, smiling gently. "Of course, Tsuzuki-san. We've been friends since I first came into this department. You have always helped me whenever I needed help. Now, it is my turn to help you."

"Tatsumi~" Tsuzuki began to weep.

"I demand 50 percent of the dowry." Tatsumi smiled.

"Tatsumi~" Tsuzuki's weeping was now earnest.

"And Hisoka—" Tatsumi turned to Hisoka and clasped their hands together, ignoring the younger Shinigami's sputterings. "—I heartily congratulate you for your choice."

"What choice?!"

Nagare nodded. "I shall draw the papers as soon as possible. Tatsumi-san, do you have someone who can access my accounts and transfer the money to another account?"

Glasses glinting, Tatsumi whirled around and pointed to his most recent partner. "Watari!" he ordered.

"That's where I come in," Watari announced cheerfully. He winked at Tsuzuki. "Don't worry, we'll do this extra quick so you can get married as soon as possible. Just make sure I have a beautiful bridesmaid dress!"

"I have such great friends," Tsuzuki announced happily.

"So your passing on will be postponed for a while," Watari continued, turning to Nagare. "I suppose you would want to give your son away."

"Of course!" Nagare nodded seriously, crossing his arms. "What father would not wish to see his only heir marching down the aisle dressed in a beautiful kimono, on his way to become the bride of an elite Shinigami?"

"Speaking of heir," Tsuzuki interrupted, "where's Hisoka?"

~ * ~

"Oh." Kurikara-Ryuu-Ou blinked in confusion at the figure who stood before him, holding a backpack. "You're back sooner than we expected."

Hisoka heaved a sigh upon the sight of his two Shikigami. Rico was jumping up and down at his feet and for once, he did not mind. "Things are getting crazy out there. More than the usual, that is."

"Yeah, I heard." Kurikara smirked as he flicked a stray stone towards the rubble of a ruined castle. "Heard you're gonna get married?" His leer was cut short with the help of Hisoka's fist.

Rico excitedly bounced into Hisoka's arms. "So," he said cheerfully, "are you going to stay for a while, Hisoka-kun?"

Hisoka heaved a sigh and gave a wan smile. "It looks like it."

"How long?"

"Very, very long."

~ end ~

Rico: (bouncing in his pot) Welcome, amigos, to the omake's omake: "Lecture Us, Rico-chan!" The case study for my analysis is for my Master Hisoka and his whole Kurosaki clan and their tendency to resort to "violent love". Saa~ let's begin!
(begin slide show) We begin with Hisoka-sama's childhood. (shows stick figures of little Hisoka sobbing and stick Nagare with a cape looming scarily over Hisoka with a bubble next to it: "I love you!") Nagare-san locked Hisoka-sama up and said he's a monster but we actually discover that he still loves him. If you please show the next slide...yes.
(shows another badly drawn stick figure of a woman with serpent body instead of feet and pulling at a man wearing a kimono; beside the serpent-woman is another bubble saying "I love you!") Kasane, Nagare's first wife, mentioned that she made the kimono for him, a sign of obvious love, while she tried to drown him in the nearby lake.

Tatsumi: That was me! She was going to drown me!

Rico: (coughing) And now slide 3. Here, we have...eh? What's this? (peers closely to a slide with stick figure of someone in an elaborate dress)

Watari: (grinning) That's my design for Hisoka-kun's wedding gown!

Nagare: I disapprove! (cough) The wedding must be traditional, therefore Hisoka must wear kimono.

Rico: So in conclusion of this study... (pulls down the last slide of stick-figure Tsuzuki with puppy ears and tail sobbing as another stick figure of Hisoka beats him with the bubble next to him declaring "I love you!") We all know now, amigos, that Hisoka-sama really does love Tsuzuki-san!

Hisoka: (barely being restrained by Kurikara) WHO'S SIDE ARE YOU ON ANYWAY, YOU CACTUS?!

Tsuzuki: (weepy-eyed) Hisoka-cha~n! (heart heart)

Watari: (looking dazed) How...perverse.

Rico: THE END!! ^_^

-truly the end-

more notes: I always wanted to write a fic with Rico and Hisoka as the main characters. After the Sohryuu-Hisoka thing, I guess.

(spoilers) I know Rico's dead but I really, really like him so I revived him. Maybe this is a new Rico that Hisoka caught? ^_^'