Chapter 5: Broadway
Morning.
Tsuzuki walked to Hisoka's dorm room that morning. Its already 8:00 am and he hasn't seen the green-eyed shinigami since breakfast. He usually gets food with him… Yesterday he knows Hisoka woke up late. Reasonable enough. At last he arrives on the third landing of the building.
You can't blame Hisoka for acting this way though. After seeing the change of information on this kind of case, anybody in his position would be outraged.
"He might still be furious about the changes…" Tsuzuki mumbled.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Tsuzuki heard a scrambling noise, then a thud.
"What?" Hisoka's voice groaned from behind the door.
"Its 8 am. What're you still doing there? Do you have any plans of going to your classes today?"
"No."
"So what are you doing here?"
"Trying to calm myself."
"Why?"
"I might strangle him to death…"
"But why?"
"I will not do any services for a creature like him." Hisoka stubbornly said.
"You know, it's hard to talk when there's a door in between."
Hisoka opened the door. It seems as if he was halfway to his class when he decided not to go. He still had his polo on, but had changed into a pair of jeans.
Tsuzuki walked inside the room.
"Why? Yokohama's not that bad… Takenori just got mixed up… Sorry… All of us didn't know… Come on… Try."
Hisoka closed the door and flopped on the bed, head first into the pillow.
"… Yokohama is not getting any help from me…"
"'Soka-chan, this isn't like you… this isn't you…"
"No. No. No! And that's final! No. No. No. No. No. No. No." The boy's muffled words came emerging from the pillow.
"Come. On---" Tsuzuki grabbed Hisoka's left arm and pulled. Hisoka pulled back. Tsuzuki tried and they had a small tug-o-war fight. Tsuzuki gave up and sat down the youth's side.
"Why."
Tsuzuki looked around the room as he waited for an answer. The room was half messy, half tidy. Hisoka's luggage was neatly placed in a corner, but his study table and coffee table near the balcony was… quite untidy. His books were stacked hastily, in a pile near the chair, which was full of paper. And by the looks of it, if he tried really hard, he could turn the whole place like the blonde's lab in JuuOhChou… (Back in JuuOhChou, the blond sneezed, causing his paper works to fly in different directions.)
"Because."
"Because what?"
"Because I said so."
"Sigh." Tsuzuki let himself fall beside Hisoka on the pillow where his head was burrowed in.
They stayed like that for a while.
"Ne, Hisoka…"
"Hmmm…?" Hisoka's voice came floating sleepily, exhausted. He had only managed to answer the man with a distant 'Hmmm…'
Tsuzuki looked at him and smiled. "Did you stay up late for your assignments?"
"Mm-hmmm."
"Go on and sleep…"
Hisoka turned his head towards Tsuzuki and opened one sleepy eye. He grinned, and fell asleep again.
Tsuzuki traced the boy's face with loving, amethyst eyes, and smiled contentedly. The windows were wide open, the wind blowing through the room.
Hisoka's hair ruffled a little.
The sky was a perfect blue, and the sun was burning bright. Tsuzuki wishes he could stay with the boy like that forever, and just look at his lush lips, his delicate porcelain-like skin. The sweet smell of his hair, the long lashes, the peaceful composure that always rested on his face when he sleeps, this he cannot let pass. He longed for this. All his life, he longed for this.
'All my life…' Tsuzuki thought.
He was like a child, sleeping under a blanket of blue, after retiring from a day of play. All his life, Tsuzuki had longed for something like this…
Tsuzuki brushed the youth's golden locks out of his face and closed his eyes. His class could wait. The whole damn world could wait. He just wanted to savour this moment with Hisoka…
"'Soka-chan…" Tsuzuki whispered. The boy's steady breathing answered him back, assuring him that he was asleep. Still.
"I love you… 'Soka-chan…" Tsuzuki fell into a slumber, with his most cherished person beside him.
'The world can wait.' Tsuzuki thought.
'The whole world can wait…'
'The world…'
'…can wait…'
* * * *
Tung-tung-tung-tung. Tung-tung-tung-tung.
"All Passengers of Flight 214 please proceed to the boarding area. Thank you."
(English… not Jap, English.)
"I hate him."
"You can't do anything though. If you kill him, you're going to die anyway."
"Ha. Ha. Ha. What a way to cheer me up."
"Chill out… So what's up with last night?"
"The usual."
"Oh. Sorry."
"Nah. I'm fine."
"You call your bruises 'fine'?"
"Yeah… So?"
"Nothing. I was expecting something more like… 'Oh my Lord! It was painful!' or 'Shit it was horrible!' But no… You still say you're fine even though you're bleeding already. Or staggering. Or choking. Or barely breathing."
"…It's the truth…"
"Truth my ass."
"With a pistol, a rifle, or a machine gun?"
"No guns, please. Just knives."
"Ooh... How long? Is twelve inches enough?"
"… Quite."
"Guys. Come on. Lets go. Its time."
"When are we coming back?"
"In a week or two maybe. After this matter, we shall come back."
"Waah! What about…"
"He'll be fine. We need at least one person to keep an eye around here."
"Ha. Ha. Told you so."
"Urusai! If you weren't my--- stop it!."
"Ow."
"Stop it or else I'll make you---"
"Ah! Let's go…"
"But—But---"
"Never mind it lets go."
"My--- my favorite…"
"There're lots of those when we get there! A whole storeroom."
"Great! I'll have a new one, I'll have a new one…!"
"You two better fix up your things next time. K might blow a fuse again."
"Very funny."
"Will you be coming with us though?"
(Suitcases heaved upon a trolley.)
"Unfortunately no."
"Doshite?! Aww… come with us…"
"Can't. Go on! GO to the plane… You guys might be left behind!"
"Bye-bye!"
"Take care!"
"Bye. Take care of yourselves..."
"Ja-kio-tsukete--- Ite! Nande?! You always---"
"English, dear, English. Practice makes perfect… Remember?"
"Oh. Right. Bye-bye!"
The passengers board their seats, the luggage stowed away; the plane is starting to taxi… and off it goes.
(Aki: A new land to encounter something they would not expect to happen… Another city will be tormented again. But only I have the knowledge of it's future. Evil laughter)
* * * *
Hisoka opens his eyes. He must've fallen asleep when Tsuzuki left. He rolled on his back and faced the sky. He glanced at the clock.
1:00 pm.
End of lunch period.
He dressed into his uniform again and decided to go to his class… Tsuzuki's class is History. AT least, Yokohama Reiji is not around, because of different time schedules.
A few minutes later, he reaches his classroom, and opens the door, just in time to see Tsuzuki order the students to take out their assignments.
"Ah! Hisoka-san, are you feeling better?"
The class turned all eyes on him.
"… Yeah…"
"Good! I need your paper work too." He reached out a hand.
Hisoka handed him his homework and sat down on his usual chair. The air was cool. There was nothing wrong inside the classroom, nor outside. But, just like yesterday, there was this sensation that somebody was watching over them. Somewhere…
Hisoka could feel two eyes searching the room. He let his shield down a little to feel its emotions to find out where it is. But he could not see it. He could not sense it. For now, it is gone. It must've seen Hisoka looking for him, or whatever it is, also.
In the shadows, there is nothing.
Hisoka went back to listening to Tsuzuki's lesson and rested his head sleepily on his right hand, his elbow on the armrest.
Where the light lies, it hides.
Yokohama was not in Hisoka's class. He suddenly remembered. Hisoka stood up.
"Can I be excused, sir?"
"Yes."
'I'll go find Yokohama…' Hisoka whispered as he passed Tsuzuki. Tsuzuki nodded his head. He understood the look on Hiska's face.
'Take care.' Tsuzuki whispered back.
In the darkness, it is safe.
Hisoka ran. He searched for Yokohama. His tension high, adrenaline pumping through his veins, heart beating in his ears, he searched for the kid.
At last, He arrives at the football field. He puts his hands on his knees and breathes heavily. He was so worried.
Wait a minute.
He was worried? Hisoka couldn't believe it. He was practically worried for the guy. Well… It was his job anyway. He can't let anymore killings happen… especially to the ones as young as he was when he died.
Because in the light, every thing fades.
Hisoka sits in one of the bleachers and watches. He looked around for any signs of danger. He better not be seen by Yokohama, or else, he'll be in trouble. He wasn't afraid of getting beat up. He was afraid of getting fired--- by his boss.
And in the light, the eyes stay. It watches. It knows who to look out for. It is undetected. It is unseen. It has masked its true identity.
The question is--- the question to be asked--- is… WHO.
And it can be deceiving as the lights on stage.
For life is like Broadway.
Life is like a play.
It has a story.
It ends in tragedy.
There are those who 'play'.
There are those who 'direct'.
There are those who are 'it'.
There are elements.
There are truths:
Poison is unseen.
Danger lurks everywhere.
Evil is within anything.
A weapon can be undetected.
And possibilities are there.
It goes in circles.
Drama, humor, angst, these are present in this play.
There are also things to remember.
In plays, everything ends, with everything alive.
It has scripts.
But in our play there isn't any.
We do what we have to do.
It has curtain calls.
But this does not.
Real life does not.
Reality can be as cruel as it can be.
In reality, there are those who 'play'.
There are those who 'direct'.
This is who we are, child.
The one, who falls, is the 'it'.
And death is always ahead of you.
This is what you are.
You 'direct' the show.
You 'direct' when death strikes.
It looks you in the face and obeys you.
That is how we were meant to be.
Angels or Devils, I don't know.
But because the characters are selfish,
They do anything for themselves.
We are then directed to 'direct' the show and mislead the 'it'.
The ones who direct us are the ones who 'play'.
It is because of one thing.
They play for generally one thing.
Greed.
And so we are here.
This is what we do.
We diminish and live.
That is true.
We exterminate, in other words, kill.
But it is a job.
A living.
Life.
This cannot be changed.
-To kill, so as not to be killed-
We kill to live.
We live to kill.
This is how it is played:
-To strike without sound.
-To tread as softly like the shadows.
-To talk without words.
-To kill without force.
-To be invisible when visible.
-To never be gullible.
But there is only one conclusion, only one thing to be kept in mind.
Never. Trust. Anyone.
For a play, is just a play?
Yes, a play is just a play, and cannot be anything else.
Characters are paid, and live.
Our chances are thin.
And reality and fantasy is as different as night and day.
This is reality.
And can never be a play.
Learn these words well.
~To be continued~
A/N: Broadway- Goo Goo Dolls. Angel or devils- Dishwalla.
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