"Who the hell are you?" Asked Muraki, and in truth he had every right to be
perplexed when Terazuma (rather than his beloved Tsuzuki) burst through the
door, interrupting his little discipline session with the boy.
He was also a little scared, after all, it could be the police. He hid it well behind a mask of indifference. Not that a few police officers posed a threat to him physically. No, it was more a matter of tall, sexy, albino doctors were somewhat of a rarity in Japan and if the police had associated him with murder etc he might be able to move less freely (that and they'd probably revoke his medical license).
"Ahaha . . . It's not what you think officer, this boy and I were just . . . um . . . " What would you call that? It did look pretty suspicious given the brat was trussed like a pig on a spit and a little on the naked side . . . Muraki glared at Hisoka on the presumption it was him that had called the cops in the first place. How rude.
Then it occurred to Muraki that the intruder was alone.
Alone = vulnerable.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Muraki! I'll do whatever you want, just let him gACK!" Tsuzuki pointed an accusatory finger at his nemesis. "What's he doing here?!?" He demanded pointing at Terazuma (also restrained). Terazuma glowered back.
It was supposed to be one of those, barge in, offer Muraki sex for freeing Hisoka, then run away at the last minute rescue plans (it was the same strategy he used to steal Tatsumi's lunch earlier that day, so he knew it would work). However Terazuma's being there complicated matters.
You see, the problem with hostages, was that when the bad guy took them, it kinda prevented you from calling out a few shikigami and incinerating said bad guy. Well, you could, but it tended to kill the hostages too, which kinda defeated the purpose (which was attempting to save them).
Muraki was a little skeptical. Tsuzuki had in fact offered a similar trade in the past, but alas, had 'forgotten' the arrangement at the last minute and run away before they could consummate their love.
With this second hostage however, Muraki could release one now, and one after, hence Tsuzuki would not 'forget' his end of the bargain. Lucky!
Tsuzuki, while Muraki was smirking away at his own inner monologue, was thinking if he could just free Hisoka, Terazuma could probably survive a little torching.
"All right!" Cheered Muraki, moving to release the more recently acquired hostage. Truthfully he hadn't had an opportunity to question the new hostage on what his relationship with Tsuzuki was, but he knew Tsuzuki had a soft spot for the brat so it was a fair bet to hold onto him for later.
"Er . . . I meant I'd do anything except, you know . . . actually. I changed my mind." Corrected Tsuzuki. Yes. That's the way. Retreat and think up a new strategy. "Ja ne!"
"Tsuzuki-san, aren't you forgetting something?" Muraki wasn't so easily swayed. When Tsuzuki didn't answer straight away, but continued to look baffled, he mouthed 'hostages' before comprehension dawned on Tsuzuki's face.
"Oh." Tsuzuki scratched one cheek thoughtfully. "Well Hisoka's not really my partner anymore so you can't think I'll just keep coming!" Sniffled Tsuzuki.
* * EARLIER THAT DAY * *
"Watari." Whispered Tsuzuki frantically. "I need your help with something."
"Eh?" Responded Watari. Despite being a genius and all, there was very little he could determine from the obscure entreaty, there were many, many things Tsuzuki needed help with, and frankly he had learnt the hard way not to agree to anything without knowing what first.
"It's Terazuma! He keeps . . . jumping me!" 003 fluttered down in a show of sympathy - it couldn't be interpreted any other way since the little owl knew better than to expect Tsuzuki to have a food reward.
"Ohhh!" Exclaimed Watari, nodding meaningfully. Of course he'd already got the details of the situation in part from Hisoka, and in part from his own observations (and a third part that involved hidden cameras). "Well Tsuzuki," He nodded sagely, "When 'someone' . . . likes . . . 'someone else' . . . and he's trying to . . ."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Tsuzuki's pitiable scream echoed through Enmacho (which despite it's volume, was a relatively common occurrence, so disturbed no one). Watari, presuming Tsuzuki understood the situation, wordlessly returned to his work.
*~*~*~*END FLASHBACK*~*~*~*
When Muraki raised one immaculate brow in response, Tsuzuki continued. "Yeah, that's right, he dumped me for this guy!" Accused Tsuzuki pointing one wavering finger at Terazuma.
Shortly Muraki lead a crying Tsuzuki from the room (and presumably to the nearest bar to drown his sorrows).
He was also a little scared, after all, it could be the police. He hid it well behind a mask of indifference. Not that a few police officers posed a threat to him physically. No, it was more a matter of tall, sexy, albino doctors were somewhat of a rarity in Japan and if the police had associated him with murder etc he might be able to move less freely (that and they'd probably revoke his medical license).
"Ahaha . . . It's not what you think officer, this boy and I were just . . . um . . . " What would you call that? It did look pretty suspicious given the brat was trussed like a pig on a spit and a little on the naked side . . . Muraki glared at Hisoka on the presumption it was him that had called the cops in the first place. How rude.
Then it occurred to Muraki that the intruder was alone.
Alone = vulnerable.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Muraki! I'll do whatever you want, just let him gACK!" Tsuzuki pointed an accusatory finger at his nemesis. "What's he doing here?!?" He demanded pointing at Terazuma (also restrained). Terazuma glowered back.
It was supposed to be one of those, barge in, offer Muraki sex for freeing Hisoka, then run away at the last minute rescue plans (it was the same strategy he used to steal Tatsumi's lunch earlier that day, so he knew it would work). However Terazuma's being there complicated matters.
You see, the problem with hostages, was that when the bad guy took them, it kinda prevented you from calling out a few shikigami and incinerating said bad guy. Well, you could, but it tended to kill the hostages too, which kinda defeated the purpose (which was attempting to save them).
Muraki was a little skeptical. Tsuzuki had in fact offered a similar trade in the past, but alas, had 'forgotten' the arrangement at the last minute and run away before they could consummate their love.
With this second hostage however, Muraki could release one now, and one after, hence Tsuzuki would not 'forget' his end of the bargain. Lucky!
Tsuzuki, while Muraki was smirking away at his own inner monologue, was thinking if he could just free Hisoka, Terazuma could probably survive a little torching.
"All right!" Cheered Muraki, moving to release the more recently acquired hostage. Truthfully he hadn't had an opportunity to question the new hostage on what his relationship with Tsuzuki was, but he knew Tsuzuki had a soft spot for the brat so it was a fair bet to hold onto him for later.
"Er . . . I meant I'd do anything except, you know . . . actually. I changed my mind." Corrected Tsuzuki. Yes. That's the way. Retreat and think up a new strategy. "Ja ne!"
"Tsuzuki-san, aren't you forgetting something?" Muraki wasn't so easily swayed. When Tsuzuki didn't answer straight away, but continued to look baffled, he mouthed 'hostages' before comprehension dawned on Tsuzuki's face.
"Oh." Tsuzuki scratched one cheek thoughtfully. "Well Hisoka's not really my partner anymore so you can't think I'll just keep coming!" Sniffled Tsuzuki.
* * EARLIER THAT DAY * *
"Watari." Whispered Tsuzuki frantically. "I need your help with something."
"Eh?" Responded Watari. Despite being a genius and all, there was very little he could determine from the obscure entreaty, there were many, many things Tsuzuki needed help with, and frankly he had learnt the hard way not to agree to anything without knowing what first.
"It's Terazuma! He keeps . . . jumping me!" 003 fluttered down in a show of sympathy - it couldn't be interpreted any other way since the little owl knew better than to expect Tsuzuki to have a food reward.
"Ohhh!" Exclaimed Watari, nodding meaningfully. Of course he'd already got the details of the situation in part from Hisoka, and in part from his own observations (and a third part that involved hidden cameras). "Well Tsuzuki," He nodded sagely, "When 'someone' . . . likes . . . 'someone else' . . . and he's trying to . . ."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Tsuzuki's pitiable scream echoed through Enmacho (which despite it's volume, was a relatively common occurrence, so disturbed no one). Watari, presuming Tsuzuki understood the situation, wordlessly returned to his work.
*~*~*~*END FLASHBACK*~*~*~*
When Muraki raised one immaculate brow in response, Tsuzuki continued. "Yeah, that's right, he dumped me for this guy!" Accused Tsuzuki pointing one wavering finger at Terazuma.
Shortly Muraki lead a crying Tsuzuki from the room (and presumably to the nearest bar to drown his sorrows).