Chapter 2 rough draft: If you wannabe my lover
disclaimer: I don't own Ynm, darnit, nor do I own Spice girls' "Wannabe" (like I even WANT it).
AN: if you have any suggestions, they would be very, very helpful. And please always review. Reviews are the stuff that keep me going afterall.
onto the story......
Hisoka
woke the next morning in his bed.
Hoping that last night had been
nothing but a dream, he rolled over onto his back to greet the
morning.
He immediately wished he hadn't.
From the open
window, beams of light danced across the room, shining directly into
his eyes and nearly turning him blind.
"Damnit" he
swore.
Unfortunately for him though, that was the least of his
problems.
A small snore grabbed his attention; eyes widening, he
noticed a human like shape sprawled out on a pale, white couch.
The
figure was dressed entirely in black, and parcially buried under a
large, black trench coat.
His face showed his condition: two
small eyes,lightly closed together, and a small smile, tugging at the
corners of his mouth.
"Tsuzuki," Hisoka
whispered.
What is he doing here?!
Hisoka realized then
that maybe he didn't want to know...after all, thanks to last
night...
"Big oaf," Hisoka sighed.
Well, he might
as well wake the shikigami up and tell him to get the hell out of his
house....
Untangling himself from his blankets, he got out of
bed, shuddering a bit as the cold touched his uncloathed skin.
Neverless, he made his way towards the coach, ignoring the want to
forget Tsuzuki was there and hop back into his warm bed.
Up
close, Tsuzuki snores were even louder. Hisoka could see his head bob
up and down slightly, matching the rhythm of the snores he gave off.
His brown hair was pressed lightly against a pillow, slightly messier
than it usually was.
Hisoka sighed, wondering how he could go
about waking THIS sort of guy up.
"'Soka..." Tsuzuki
murmered in his sleep.
Hisoka felt his cheeks begin to burn as a
blush swept across his cheeks. Tsuzuki was dreaming about him?
That's
it,Hisoka decided, "I'm waking you up.
Three
buckets full of water and on soaking couch later, Tsuzuki was STILL
asleep.
Hisoka sighed, this guy could sleep through
anything...
muttering angrily to himself, Hisoka filled up two
more buckets and tried again. This time he prevailed.
Blinking
open his amethyst eyes sleepily, Tsuzuki noticed the young shinigami
standing before him. hisoka stared down at him through unnaturally
large, green eyes. Eyes so rare for his Japanese heritage, yet
somehow fitting, for Hisoka anyway.
"Hisoka," he
said, managing words as last.
His eyes moved from Hisoka to the
room. This was definitely not his room, not with bare, white walls
void of any kind of decoration, or hanging. Tsuzuki himself had not
much money, but he did decorate his house with colorful objects,
mostly drawings of food. This house was bare of these, as if no one
had even lived here. The furniture was not much better. Besides the
small table off in the kitchen, the only other pieces of furniture
seemed to be the couch Tsuzuki lay on and a small, unmade, single
sized bed in the corner.
Where was he?
"Hisoka?"
he said again, "where am I?"
"My house,"
Hisoka said casually, following Tsuzuki's glance at the house.
He
frowned, "Don't you remember anything from last night?"
Tsuzuki turned to look at him, surprised. "No."
Hisoka
sighed, and closed his eyes. "Maybe it's better that
way."
Tsuzuki frowned, hating to be left in the dark.
"Nooo, tell me!!"
"No."
"Pleasssseee!"
Tsuzuki grew chibish, with big eyes staring up at Hisoka
hopefully.
Hisoka sighed, "Fine. We went to a
bar."
Tsuzuki frowned, That couldn't be what Hisoka was
so embarrassed it?
"Did anything else
happen?" Tsuzuki asked suspiciously, large eyes growing
serious.
Hisoka stared at him for a moment, flabbergasted.
Then he turned around, hiding his face from Tsuzuki.
"Nothing."
But
Tsuzuki knew better.
"Hisoooka!" he whined,
developing puppy ears and a tail to his chibiness. Jumping off from
the couch, he grasped onto Hisoka's leg and started to
whine.
"Hiiiisooookaaa," he cried again, drawing out
each vowel in Hisoka's name."
Hisoka sighed in relief and
looked down at the chibi puppy. He glared, "Fine, but get off my
leg!"
Tsuzuki let go obediantly, ears perked and tail
drumming against the ground as he waited in anticipation.
"Well,"
Hisoka started to say before he felt his cheeks flare up again.
"We..." he paused, looking down on the floor as if unable
to say anymore.
"We..?" Tsuzuki prodded, eyes
staring intently up at the young shinigami.
"We sang
Karaoke...in English," Hisoka spit out the words quickly, in a
hurry to get rid of them.
Tsuzuki blinked. He must have been
really drunk to even make Hisoka....
"what song?"
Tsuzuki replied quietly, his chibi puppy look fading.
Hisoka
hesitated before mumbling out something unintelligable. He was sure
by now his cheeks were as red as a tomatoes; at least, that's how
they felt.
"What was that?" Tsuzuki asked, frowing
slightly.
Hisoka broke down, tears of embarrassment streaming
down his face. "Spice girls," he told Tsuzuki, "We
sang Spice
Girls....wannabe."
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end
chapter 2, pt. 1
So yeah, it sucked (but at least it was kinda
funny, ne?). i know it needs a lot of work and such, but what can you
expect at 1:30 in the morning? At one-thirty you're so tired that
everything looks good. LOL. Oh well. I didn't show you this to
impress you. Far from it.
I know it kind of strays off from
the original path, but trust me, we will return to Gensoukai and the
shikigami. Trust me . this is just a small detour along the way.
By the way, if anyone's wondering, Tsuzuki's english is
really bad--especially when he's drunk O.o
