BluePard: children? Maybe not in this fic, I suppose I could do a sequel
but then Terazuma would have ta have one of Watari's potions and be a gurl
(since it couldn't be tsu cos of the whole henshin thing) but they WOULD be
cute, neeee???)
Lodestar: Surely not . . . I mean he's gorgeous! (I didn't know because I'd not seen a picture of him when I wrote the first part but its true!!) Regarding the site: KNOCK YOURSELF OUT!
so many words, so little actual fic . . .
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"It wasn't exactly what I had in mind."
No one can hear you scream in space . . . nor it seemed when the room was empty - except for yourself of course, but that'd be too much like self pity, so for the sake of semantics, Terazuma said it in his head.
Somehow Tsuzuki had misinterpreted the . . . exchange. The idea had been for Terazuma and Tsuzuki to become partners, and from there, their love- love relationship would bloom like one of those flower things in the toilet duck adds. In time, Terazuma would overcome his natural aversion to Tsuzuki's work ethic, personal appearance, manners etc etc and Tsuzuki would overcome his natural aversion to getting jumped in various discrete locations (which, while a very maiden-like aversion to have, was bordering on a phobia).
. . . unfortunately, thanks to a rather ingenious food bribery scheme Wakaba had concocted, Tsuzuki was actually doing work which had delighted the secretary and chief both, pretty much reducing Terazuma's hopes of completing the exchange to his satisfaction somewhere between nix and nil . . . . at any rate, Terazuma was stuck partnered to Hisoka (who had bitched and moaned for most of the morning before excusing himself to go enroll in a cooking class on Chijou).
Hmm. Not that he'd told anyone where he was going. Nope. It had been Terazuma's own 'discrete investigation' that turned up the flyer in the trash can.
Now what Hisoka may have forgotten (or been too distraught to notice) was that not many people on Chijou knew the mailing address for Meifu. It was necessary to have a mailing address, mostly used to receive bills and complaints, but as Shinigami were generally discouraged from making contact with the living outside of casework, very little else.
. . . until the year Tsuzuki had decided to send out Christmas cards. Complete with the return address on the envelope. Tatsumi had been furious (but too cheap to change the box number). Hence the mail usually consisted of solicitous messages to the office for money, and solicitous letters to Tsuzuki for . . . other things.
~*~*~*FLASHBACK*~*~*~
Hisoka: Whatever possessed you to send a Christmas card to, of all people, Muraki . . . ? *twitch* It's Muraki! Evil psychopathic SOB! Guy that keeps trying to torture me and kill me and molest you and stuff like that!
Tsuzuki in a rare moment of insight came to two conclusions;
1. Hisoka did not need to know that Tsuzuki habitually signed Hisoka's name to these things as well.
and
2. Hisoka did not need to know this years card had featured a picture of Hisoka, taken without his knowledge, asleep at his desk with a cunningly placed sprig of mistletoe and an insert that read 'puck . . . er . . . actually, better not to even think it when the little empath (occasional telepath) was there and not in a good mood.
~*~*~*END FLASHBACK*~*~*~
But that was another matter.
It meant Hisoka'd probably been setup and would be kidnapped sometime in the next hour or so.
That's usually how these things went (according to the case files which Terazuma had been reading anyway). The question was, how best to use it to his advantage. Er . . . and secure Hisoka's safety of course. But really, 'Muraki-sensei's school of Culinary Proficiency' ? Sure Muraki may not be that an unusual a name . . . but the boy might be at least a little suspicious.
Well it wasn't all bad. Terazuma had been meaning to look this Muraki fellow up anyway. Weigh him up as a potential rival and all . . . not that he thought he'd be much of a challenge, medical practitioners weren't really held in that high a degree of respect when you're already dead and can heal quite nicely from most wounds on your own (thankyou-very-much). According to the files, he was not just a doctor, but a mad, psychopath who dabbled in the dark arts - or was that a double negative? Do mad and psychopath cancel out? It was hard to tell from reading from Tsuzuki's writing. Hisoka's reports were much more succinct, but then he was biased (having been killed by Muraki himself), so Terazuma hadn't bothered to read them (he was after all the very embodiment of justice).
Now all he had to do was wait for a ransom note or something. Hopefully the 'something' since the mail system wasn't all that reliable. Wait. And go through Hisoka's drawers (in the desk!). It yielded a surprising number of personal photographs of Tsuzuki, but luckily, today Terazuma wasn't a suspicious man and overlooked this. At least he wasn't suspicious * now *, having found Hisoka's journal in the bottom draw, which contained several hundred entries explaining very decisively just how much Hisoka did not like Tsuzuki. Of course, Terazuma was not to know this was a decoy placed by Hisoka himself. The real diary, with Hisoka's real feelings, was hidden in the drawer of the broom closet where Tsuzuki would never ever think to look (opposed to cleanliness as he was).
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Meanwhile on Chijou, Hisoka couldn't help thinking that that cooking school looked suspiciously like a hospital. Funny that.
Lodestar: Surely not . . . I mean he's gorgeous! (I didn't know because I'd not seen a picture of him when I wrote the first part but its true!!) Regarding the site: KNOCK YOURSELF OUT!
so many words, so little actual fic . . .
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"It wasn't exactly what I had in mind."
No one can hear you scream in space . . . nor it seemed when the room was empty - except for yourself of course, but that'd be too much like self pity, so for the sake of semantics, Terazuma said it in his head.
Somehow Tsuzuki had misinterpreted the . . . exchange. The idea had been for Terazuma and Tsuzuki to become partners, and from there, their love- love relationship would bloom like one of those flower things in the toilet duck adds. In time, Terazuma would overcome his natural aversion to Tsuzuki's work ethic, personal appearance, manners etc etc and Tsuzuki would overcome his natural aversion to getting jumped in various discrete locations (which, while a very maiden-like aversion to have, was bordering on a phobia).
. . . unfortunately, thanks to a rather ingenious food bribery scheme Wakaba had concocted, Tsuzuki was actually doing work which had delighted the secretary and chief both, pretty much reducing Terazuma's hopes of completing the exchange to his satisfaction somewhere between nix and nil . . . . at any rate, Terazuma was stuck partnered to Hisoka (who had bitched and moaned for most of the morning before excusing himself to go enroll in a cooking class on Chijou).
Hmm. Not that he'd told anyone where he was going. Nope. It had been Terazuma's own 'discrete investigation' that turned up the flyer in the trash can.
Now what Hisoka may have forgotten (or been too distraught to notice) was that not many people on Chijou knew the mailing address for Meifu. It was necessary to have a mailing address, mostly used to receive bills and complaints, but as Shinigami were generally discouraged from making contact with the living outside of casework, very little else.
. . . until the year Tsuzuki had decided to send out Christmas cards. Complete with the return address on the envelope. Tatsumi had been furious (but too cheap to change the box number). Hence the mail usually consisted of solicitous messages to the office for money, and solicitous letters to Tsuzuki for . . . other things.
~*~*~*FLASHBACK*~*~*~
Hisoka: Whatever possessed you to send a Christmas card to, of all people, Muraki . . . ? *twitch* It's Muraki! Evil psychopathic SOB! Guy that keeps trying to torture me and kill me and molest you and stuff like that!
Tsuzuki in a rare moment of insight came to two conclusions;
1. Hisoka did not need to know that Tsuzuki habitually signed Hisoka's name to these things as well.
and
2. Hisoka did not need to know this years card had featured a picture of Hisoka, taken without his knowledge, asleep at his desk with a cunningly placed sprig of mistletoe and an insert that read 'puck . . . er . . . actually, better not to even think it when the little empath (occasional telepath) was there and not in a good mood.
~*~*~*END FLASHBACK*~*~*~
But that was another matter.
It meant Hisoka'd probably been setup and would be kidnapped sometime in the next hour or so.
That's usually how these things went (according to the case files which Terazuma had been reading anyway). The question was, how best to use it to his advantage. Er . . . and secure Hisoka's safety of course. But really, 'Muraki-sensei's school of Culinary Proficiency' ? Sure Muraki may not be that an unusual a name . . . but the boy might be at least a little suspicious.
Well it wasn't all bad. Terazuma had been meaning to look this Muraki fellow up anyway. Weigh him up as a potential rival and all . . . not that he thought he'd be much of a challenge, medical practitioners weren't really held in that high a degree of respect when you're already dead and can heal quite nicely from most wounds on your own (thankyou-very-much). According to the files, he was not just a doctor, but a mad, psychopath who dabbled in the dark arts - or was that a double negative? Do mad and psychopath cancel out? It was hard to tell from reading from Tsuzuki's writing. Hisoka's reports were much more succinct, but then he was biased (having been killed by Muraki himself), so Terazuma hadn't bothered to read them (he was after all the very embodiment of justice).
Now all he had to do was wait for a ransom note or something. Hopefully the 'something' since the mail system wasn't all that reliable. Wait. And go through Hisoka's drawers (in the desk!). It yielded a surprising number of personal photographs of Tsuzuki, but luckily, today Terazuma wasn't a suspicious man and overlooked this. At least he wasn't suspicious * now *, having found Hisoka's journal in the bottom draw, which contained several hundred entries explaining very decisively just how much Hisoka did not like Tsuzuki. Of course, Terazuma was not to know this was a decoy placed by Hisoka himself. The real diary, with Hisoka's real feelings, was hidden in the drawer of the broom closet where Tsuzuki would never ever think to look (opposed to cleanliness as he was).
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Meanwhile on Chijou, Hisoka couldn't help thinking that that cooking school looked suspiciously like a hospital. Funny that.