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"Pipipipipipipipi..."
Hisoka groaned, and put a hand to his forehead. What the hell was making that racket? Rubbing his eyes, he sat up, looking for the source of the annoying sound.
An arm reached out from under the blanket to Hisoka's left, and hit the screeching alarm clock, knocking it right off the nightstand. Hisoka blinked.
Arm? ARM?!
Hisoka rubbed his eyes, and then pinched his arm to make sure he was awake. Feeling slightly panicked, he tried to remember if there was any reason for an extra arm to be in his bed.
Then he realized he wasn't IN his bed.
Tsuzuki rolled over, and gazed bleary-eyed at the startled boy.
"'Soka?" he murmured.
Hisoka's eyes grew even bigger than they already were. Tsuzuki. He was in Tsuzuki's bed. And he was naked. And his back really, REALLY hurt. Slowly but surely, his memory came back to him as the fog of sleep fell away.
"Tsuzuki?" he squeaked. Tsuzuki smiled gently at him, and pulled the boy down into the bed again. Hisoka didn't resist, still slightly bewildered. Tsuzuki held his partner to his chest, and rested his chin on the blonde head.
"Morning, 'Soka." He sighed contentedly.
"Tsuzuki, shouldn't we get up? We have work today." Hisoka pointed out half-heartedly. Truth be told, he was in no hurry to leave the warm comfort of the bed and Tsuzuki's arms.
"Mmm." Tsuzuki answered.
"Tsuzuki. Get up." Hisoka said, now fully awake. He pulled himself out of Tsuzuki's arms, and crawled over to the edge of the bed, looking for his clothes. A dull ache in his lower back made him decide a shower was probably a better idea.
"Tsuzuki." Hisoka said again, more insistent, yanking the blankets off the drowsy man. "I'm going to shower. You need to get up."
Tsuzuki grunted, but sat up and rubbed his eyes. Hisoka headed for the bathroom, wincing and rubbing his back.
"Damnit, Tsuzuki. You never mentioned it hurting AFTER." He grumbled as he started the shower.
Tsuzuki sneezed.
"I hope I'm not getting a cold." He said, frowning slightly.
He was humming to himself as he put on his bathrobe and headed for the kitchen, blissfully unaware of Hisoka's discomfort. Swaying from side to side as he hummed, he began searching through his cupboards for breakfast.
"Hmmm... doughnuts, cold cereal... oh, wait, that's frosted. Hisoka won't like that. Hey! I can make eggs!" he cheered, pulling out his skillet. Rifling through his refrigerator, he found some fairly fresh eggs, vegetables, and even some bacon.
"It's an American breakfast!" Tsuzuki snickered to himself. He than set his concentration to the task at hand.
Hisoka stepped out of the shower, and grabbed a towel. He rubbed at his hair furiously. Thick hair was SO hard to dry. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he went back to Tsuzuki's bedroom to gather his clothing. He found himself very glad that he only had around three outfits, because that meant no one would think anything of him wearing the same clothes as yesterday.
Finished dressing, he entered the kitchen. Hisoka saw Tsuzuki over the skillet, and felt his heart rate increase. A little voice in his head began screaming 'run away, RUN AWAY!'. Just then, Tsuzuki looked up, and smiled a knee-melting smile. The little voice in Hisoka's head promptly shut up with a small 'wow, he's cute', and Hisoka smiled back, agreeing with the voice.
"We're having an American Breakfast! Eggs and bacon." Tsuzuki beamed, waving the spatula in his hand and throwing bits of egg everywhere. Hisoka dodged the bits, and sat down at the small table in the dining area.
"As long as it's not sweet." He muttered, steeling his stomach for the torture yet to come.
A few minutes later, Tsuzuki set down the two plates of food. Hisoka looked warily at the food. It LOOKED edible, but sadly, knowing Tsuzuki, that didn't really mean much. He poked at the eggs, half-expecting them to bite his fork. When they didn't attack, he slowly brought a small forkful to his mouth.
"Well?!" Tsuzuki asked, on the edge of his seat. Hisoka chewed thoughtfully, and swallowed.
"Not bad." He said, picking up another forkful. Tsuzuki beamed, puppy-tail wagging happily.
"Hisoka?" Tsuzuki said worriedly, hovering outside the bathroom stall. Not ten minutes after arriving at EnMaCho, Hisoka had made a beeline for the restroom. That was half an hour ago, and Hisoka still hadn't come out. Tsuzuki was really starting to worry. He could hear Hisoka being quite violently ill, but the boy still wouldn't let him in. Either that, or he COULDN'T let him in. Either way, it was upsetting him a lot.
Hisoka retched again, and Tsuzuki lost his patience. He went looking for Watari.
"Watari? Watari?!" Tsuzuki hollered into the lab. An orangey-blonde head popped up from behind the desk. 003 fluttered over to Tsuzuki, and landed delicately on his head. She was instantly thrown off however when Tsuzuki went running over to the scientist.
"Watari! Hisoka's really sick!" Tsuzuki said, waving his arms frantically. Watari frowned as he stood up from his spot on the floor.
"Bon's sick?" he asked. Tsuzuki nodded.
"He's been in the bathroom throwing up all morning!"
Watari didn't need prompting. He immediately strode out of the lab, with a worried Tsuzuki following behind.
"Bon? It's Watari. Are you alright?" Watari called, rapping sharply in the stall door. He heard an awful retching sound, and then some furious muttering.
"Bon?"
"Go away..." Hisoka moaned. Watari wasn't put off though.
"Bon! What's wrong?" he called. As the shinigami doctor, he would not be discouraged!
"Tsuzuki COOKED." Hisoka moaned back to them. Watari blinked, and burst out laughing.
"No WONDER! Don't you know better than to eat that stuff?" Watari chuckled. Hisoka groaned again, and felt more of his breakfast coming back up for a visit. Watari turned around to face Tsuzuki.
"No worries, Tsuzuki. Bon will be fine after all of that leaves his system." He said comfortingly, patting the worried man on the shoulder. Tsuzuki frowned, but nodded. "Why don't we leave him alone, hmm?" Watari added, pulling Tsuzuki out of the bathroom by the elbow.
Tsuzuki sighed. Hisoka had come out of the bathroom looking so green that Tatsumi had sent him home on sight. So now Tsuzuki was all alone, and Tatsumi refused to let him leave early to check on Hisoka.
Finally, he finished his paperwork, handed it to Tatsumi, and galloped out so fast Tatsumi found himself wondering if time had momentarily sped up.
Tsuzuki made a beeline for Hisoka's apartment. Upon arriving, he knocked hesitantly on the door, and called out to his invalid partner.
"Hisoka?"
There was no answer, so he knocked again. When he still got no answer, he guessed that Hisoka was asleep, so he returned to his own home, feeling slightly dejected.
He entered and kicked off his shoes, and then wandered into the kitchen for a snack.
"Get out. You are hereby banned from cooking for the rest of your afterlife."
Tsuzuki's head snapped up, and he found himself gaping at Hisoka. Hisoka, in his kitchen, cooking. And not looking the least bit ill.
"Hi... HISOKA?!" Tsuzuki stammered. Hisoka rolled his eyes.
"It's not safe to let you eat your own cooking." He said loftily, stirring a pot. Tsuzuki blinked.
"How did you get into my apartment?" he asked, confused. Hisoka glared at him.
"You keep your spare key under the doormat. Only an idiot wouldn't find it." He said, still not explaining WHY he was in the apartment. Tsuzuki blinked again.
"So... you're cooking for me?"
Hisoka scoffed.
"Only because if you cook for yourself, you'll die again."
Tsuzuki grinned.
"Thanks, 'Soka."
"Idiot."
Tsuzuki left the kitchen, and spotted the overnight bag in the doorway.
Apparently, cooking wasn't the only thing Hisoka had come for.
A/N: THE END! YAY! Did you like? I hope so. I worked pretty hard on it. I want to thank my dear lurvly best friend Miyuki for being my beta. Read her stories too, she's Spotty Miss here.
I hope you'll review, I've become a review whore. I want more, more, MORE!
cough
Yes, well. Thanks for reading!
In accordance with ff.net guidelines, the lemon is not posted here. If you want to read it, please go chapter continues after the lemon, so if you don't want to read it, just pick up from here!
"Pipipipipipipipi..."
Hisoka groaned, and put a hand to his forehead. What the hell was making that racket? Rubbing his eyes, he sat up, looking for the source of the annoying sound.
An arm reached out from under the blanket to Hisoka's left, and hit the screeching alarm clock, knocking it right off the nightstand. Hisoka blinked.
Arm? ARM?!
Hisoka rubbed his eyes, and then pinched his arm to make sure he was awake. Feeling slightly panicked, he tried to remember if there was any reason for an extra arm to be in his bed.
Then he realized he wasn't IN his bed.
Tsuzuki rolled over, and gazed bleary-eyed at the startled boy.
"'Soka?" he murmured.
Hisoka's eyes grew even bigger than they already were. Tsuzuki. He was in Tsuzuki's bed. And he was naked. And his back really, REALLY hurt. Slowly but surely, his memory came back to him as the fog of sleep fell away.
"Tsuzuki?" he squeaked. Tsuzuki smiled gently at him, and pulled the boy down into the bed again. Hisoka didn't resist, still slightly bewildered. Tsuzuki held his partner to his chest, and rested his chin on the blonde head.
"Morning, 'Soka." He sighed contentedly.
"Tsuzuki, shouldn't we get up? We have work today." Hisoka pointed out half-heartedly. Truth be told, he was in no hurry to leave the warm comfort of the bed and Tsuzuki's arms.
"Mmm." Tsuzuki answered.
"Tsuzuki. Get up." Hisoka said, now fully awake. He pulled himself out of Tsuzuki's arms, and crawled over to the edge of the bed, looking for his clothes. A dull ache in his lower back made him decide a shower was probably a better idea.
"Tsuzuki." Hisoka said again, more insistent, yanking the blankets off the drowsy man. "I'm going to shower. You need to get up."
Tsuzuki grunted, but sat up and rubbed his eyes. Hisoka headed for the bathroom, wincing and rubbing his back.
"Damnit, Tsuzuki. You never mentioned it hurting AFTER." He grumbled as he started the shower.
Tsuzuki sneezed.
"I hope I'm not getting a cold." He said, frowning slightly.
He was humming to himself as he put on his bathrobe and headed for the kitchen, blissfully unaware of Hisoka's discomfort. Swaying from side to side as he hummed, he began searching through his cupboards for breakfast.
"Hmmm... doughnuts, cold cereal... oh, wait, that's frosted. Hisoka won't like that. Hey! I can make eggs!" he cheered, pulling out his skillet. Rifling through his refrigerator, he found some fairly fresh eggs, vegetables, and even some bacon.
"It's an American breakfast!" Tsuzuki snickered to himself. He than set his concentration to the task at hand.
Hisoka stepped out of the shower, and grabbed a towel. He rubbed at his hair furiously. Thick hair was SO hard to dry. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he went back to Tsuzuki's bedroom to gather his clothing. He found himself very glad that he only had around three outfits, because that meant no one would think anything of him wearing the same clothes as yesterday.
Finished dressing, he entered the kitchen. Hisoka saw Tsuzuki over the skillet, and felt his heart rate increase. A little voice in his head began screaming 'run away, RUN AWAY!'. Just then, Tsuzuki looked up, and smiled a knee-melting smile. The little voice in Hisoka's head promptly shut up with a small 'wow, he's cute', and Hisoka smiled back, agreeing with the voice.
"We're having an American Breakfast! Eggs and bacon." Tsuzuki beamed, waving the spatula in his hand and throwing bits of egg everywhere. Hisoka dodged the bits, and sat down at the small table in the dining area.
"As long as it's not sweet." He muttered, steeling his stomach for the torture yet to come.
A few minutes later, Tsuzuki set down the two plates of food. Hisoka looked warily at the food. It LOOKED edible, but sadly, knowing Tsuzuki, that didn't really mean much. He poked at the eggs, half-expecting them to bite his fork. When they didn't attack, he slowly brought a small forkful to his mouth.
"Well?!" Tsuzuki asked, on the edge of his seat. Hisoka chewed thoughtfully, and swallowed.
"Not bad." He said, picking up another forkful. Tsuzuki beamed, puppy-tail wagging happily.
"Hisoka?" Tsuzuki said worriedly, hovering outside the bathroom stall. Not ten minutes after arriving at EnMaCho, Hisoka had made a beeline for the restroom. That was half an hour ago, and Hisoka still hadn't come out. Tsuzuki was really starting to worry. He could hear Hisoka being quite violently ill, but the boy still wouldn't let him in. Either that, or he COULDN'T let him in. Either way, it was upsetting him a lot.
Hisoka retched again, and Tsuzuki lost his patience. He went looking for Watari.
"Watari? Watari?!" Tsuzuki hollered into the lab. An orangey-blonde head popped up from behind the desk. 003 fluttered over to Tsuzuki, and landed delicately on his head. She was instantly thrown off however when Tsuzuki went running over to the scientist.
"Watari! Hisoka's really sick!" Tsuzuki said, waving his arms frantically. Watari frowned as he stood up from his spot on the floor.
"Bon's sick?" he asked. Tsuzuki nodded.
"He's been in the bathroom throwing up all morning!"
Watari didn't need prompting. He immediately strode out of the lab, with a worried Tsuzuki following behind.
"Bon? It's Watari. Are you alright?" Watari called, rapping sharply in the stall door. He heard an awful retching sound, and then some furious muttering.
"Bon?"
"Go away..." Hisoka moaned. Watari wasn't put off though.
"Bon! What's wrong?" he called. As the shinigami doctor, he would not be discouraged!
"Tsuzuki COOKED." Hisoka moaned back to them. Watari blinked, and burst out laughing.
"No WONDER! Don't you know better than to eat that stuff?" Watari chuckled. Hisoka groaned again, and felt more of his breakfast coming back up for a visit. Watari turned around to face Tsuzuki.
"No worries, Tsuzuki. Bon will be fine after all of that leaves his system." He said comfortingly, patting the worried man on the shoulder. Tsuzuki frowned, but nodded. "Why don't we leave him alone, hmm?" Watari added, pulling Tsuzuki out of the bathroom by the elbow.
Tsuzuki sighed. Hisoka had come out of the bathroom looking so green that Tatsumi had sent him home on sight. So now Tsuzuki was all alone, and Tatsumi refused to let him leave early to check on Hisoka.
Finally, he finished his paperwork, handed it to Tatsumi, and galloped out so fast Tatsumi found himself wondering if time had momentarily sped up.
Tsuzuki made a beeline for Hisoka's apartment. Upon arriving, he knocked hesitantly on the door, and called out to his invalid partner.
"Hisoka?"
There was no answer, so he knocked again. When he still got no answer, he guessed that Hisoka was asleep, so he returned to his own home, feeling slightly dejected.
He entered and kicked off his shoes, and then wandered into the kitchen for a snack.
"Get out. You are hereby banned from cooking for the rest of your afterlife."
Tsuzuki's head snapped up, and he found himself gaping at Hisoka. Hisoka, in his kitchen, cooking. And not looking the least bit ill.
"Hi... HISOKA?!" Tsuzuki stammered. Hisoka rolled his eyes.
"It's not safe to let you eat your own cooking." He said loftily, stirring a pot. Tsuzuki blinked.
"How did you get into my apartment?" he asked, confused. Hisoka glared at him.
"You keep your spare key under the doormat. Only an idiot wouldn't find it." He said, still not explaining WHY he was in the apartment. Tsuzuki blinked again.
"So... you're cooking for me?"
Hisoka scoffed.
"Only because if you cook for yourself, you'll die again."
Tsuzuki grinned.
"Thanks, 'Soka."
"Idiot."
Tsuzuki left the kitchen, and spotted the overnight bag in the doorway.
Apparently, cooking wasn't the only thing Hisoka had come for.
A/N: THE END! YAY! Did you like? I hope so. I worked pretty hard on it. I want to thank my dear lurvly best friend Miyuki for being my beta. Read her stories too, she's Spotty Miss here.
I hope you'll review, I've become a review whore. I want more, more, MORE!
cough
Yes, well. Thanks for reading!