Author: Supreme Overlord Erin-chan
Rating: G. Anything else is in your dirty little minds.
Disclaimer: Matsushita-sensei is too smart to do things like this to her own characters...which means they're not mine. Sigh.
Notes: A huge huge huge HUGE sankyuu to Ree for the idea behind this one, it was really fun to write! I love TatxHis…and you do too, admit it! This one is pretty easy to guess what's going on, but hopefully the next one will be harder ^-^ This was finished in time for the usual Saturday upload, but because ff.n was down for the split into two sites, you're getting it late. To quote Han Solo, "It's not my fault!"
Pairings: Tatsumi x Hisoka
Warnings for: Red herrings, Tatsumi being naughty.
If you would like to archive this story on your web site, please drop me an email at littlevornskr@hotmail.com. I'll probably say "Yes yes yes I love you please do it yay!"
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The soapsuds fluttered around in the air like gentle insects, adding a serenity to the scene that wouldn't have been there normally. Hisoka had to forcibly stop himself from humming a random happy song and blowing at the bubbles on the water's surface. It was nice to be able to relax without Tsuzuki bugging him constantly for once.
The door crept open and Hisoka blinked rapidly as Tatsumi entered. Obviously the secretary hadn't realized Hisoka was in there…or had he? He probably did…not much went on that Tatsumi didn't know about. But that would mean…
"Do you need any help, Kurosaki-kun?" Tatsumi asked softly.
"Eh…ehh?" Hisoka reddened, looking up at the older man.
"Just offering," Tatsumi said, picking a towel off the floor and folding it. Hisoka felt his face become even hotter and he focussed his gaze on the bubbles.
"On second thought, yeah. You can help me," Hisoka said suddenly, then pointed to the towel Tatsumi was holding. "Since you've got it, why don't you use it?" he said huskily.
"Are you sure you don't need help in…other areas?" Tatsumi asked with a smile, inclining his head towards the water. Hisoka tried to control the blush that threatened to flare up again.
"I'm…sure…I think…" he stuttered, then squeaked a little as Tatsumi's hand wandered into the water, grasped a sponge and started playing along Hisoka's arms in order to find the real target beneath the soapy bubbles on the surface that obscured the view.
"Ta…Tatsumi-san…" Hisoka choked.
"Mm? What is it?" Tatsumi asked, looking at the young man with an amused smile.
"You…really don't have to…do that…" Hisoka gulped.
"You shouldn't have to do something like this on your own," Tatsumi replied.
"Hisoka? Tatsumi?" Tsuzuki stuck his head in the door, then his eyes bugged out.
"No way!" He squealed, "Tatsumi and Hisoka are washing the office's dishes together!? How cute! I wanna take a photo! Wakaba-chan! Can I borrow your camera!? Come here, look! It's cute!"
"IDIOT!" Hisoka screeched. Tatsumi threw a towel in Tsuzuki's face.
"Since you're here, you can dry," the secretary said mildly.
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What were you thinking? You dirty YnM fans, maybe we should get Tatsumi and Hisoka to wash your minds in the sink!