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