Summary - Oo;;;;;; No smut yet. uu
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Strange Circumstances by Janie Hart
Part 2: Odd awakenings
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He awoke neither with a gasp nor in the throes of another embarrassing dream, but came into consciousness slowly with the sensation of a world fading in to view rather than out. Hisoka opened his eyes in slits and let himself to focus on the speckled ceiling of what was the infirmary wing. For a moment he wondered if he had actually been dreaming about all that nonsense about Shinigami going into heat, and allowed himself a minute trying to believe that, until he heard hushed and cheerful voices coming from across the room.
"So what have you been dreaming about, Wakaba?" asked Yuma, her voice boldly obvious.
Saya was a little more subdued, but giggled. "Yes, tell us!"
"Are you sure? I don't think Kurosaki-kun would appreciate it if he heard us," Wakaba replied, although her tone implied she wanted to gossip.
"Hisoka-kun has been out for the past two hours, so don't worry! Now share," Yuma demanded. "We told you ours." If Hisoka could have turned his head for a better view, he would see Yuma resting her head on to Saya's lap while they shot each other heated glances. But perhaps more unfortunately for him, he could feel the quiet arousal draping the air like perfume, and he wondered why he hadn't noticed it before in the days prior with the slowed pace of work and emotions colored in warmth. Lust and desire was a slow burn that smoked its way through the office until the blaze had taken him by surprise.
"Is it about Terazuma again?" Saya asked.
"No… well, actually, maybe I shouldn't say. If Hajime-chan finds out, he'll be jealous."
"Really? Were they the wanton epitome of a man?"
"That man is too possessive of you." Yuma tsked. "If he didn't get so mad at anyone that looked at you that way you could stay here instead of the Count's mansion."
"Maybe not even then, since he has that Shikigami," Saya reminded Yuma. "And we can't risk him transforming in this state."
Yuma whined. "It's all his fault we can't stick around. Why can't they send Terazuma off instead?"
"You know Hajime-chan can't stand Hakushaku-sama."
"Well, at least we have each other, hmm? Like a slumber party!" Yuma chuckled and the other two laughed. "And really, I think the men much prefer to be with each other than us."
Saya broke in, "Although I don't understand why they wouldn't love a girl like you, Yuma!"
"Aw, you're so sweet, Saya…" And there was something that suspiciously sounded like a kiss. Hisoka stifled a groan, wishing he was still unconscious. This was more than he ever needed or wanted to know.
"Okay, so, my dreams," Wakaba started, "are usually always different, but last night I think it was about Tsuzuki."
Hisoka flinched all of a sudden, and drew Saya's attention.
"Hey, did he wake up?" Hisoka froze and kept his eyes shut, trying to breath as normally as he could. "I guess not."
Another giggle from her long-haired partner. "Aw, how cute, I bet he can hear Tsuzuki's name when he's asleep."
It is not cute, Hisoka wanted to say, but he kept his peaceful facade. Without admitting to himself why he would be so curious, he strained to hear Wakaba's sweet and bird-like voice as she continued.
"Do not mention this to anyone, okay?" Wakaba warned. "You remember what happened last decade when Tsuzuki and I… well… you know? Hajime-chan just finished repaying for the damages." There was a pause and Hisoka could only assume that they were nodding. Wakaba and Tsuzuki? He couldn't even comprehend the thought. But then again, she was a great cook, and the way to Tsuzuki's heart was through his stomach… Hisoka shoved the thoughts away, disturbed.
"I think it takes place at a castle. It's tall and dark, and - oh this is funny - Tsuzuki-chan is a vampire."
"A vampire? Nice." Yuma approved.
"What would that be like?" Saya added, delighted.
Sloppy, clumsy, careless, Hisoka thought as he was reminded of his first case in Nagasaki. Tsuzuki would have whimpered if the man could hear his partner's thoughts.
"He was - and how can I say this - gorgeous. Tsuzuki was dressed in a suit and cape, and smiled at me. You know how he can get. His eyes just staring into you, looking at you like you're something to be, not eaten, but devoured."
Hisoka was starting to feel a little warm all over, like his body was blushing. Yes, if he could recall, there were times he could remember Tsuzuki looking at him in that way. But the moments usually faded or turned awkward, leaving Hisoka feeling confused and conflicted, such as now.
Wakaba told them her dreams. He decided it wasn't a very good idea to listen to her talk; first, she took a long time, having been half an hour since this strange torture began, and second, she liked to go into detail.
"…And then his teeth grazed lightly over my stomach, kissing me all the way down to…"
Very detailed. He didn't think he could look at Wakaba the same way ever again.
By the thrilling conclusion, which involved something with candles and cupcakes, Hisoka was feeling more than a little warm. In fact, he could feel a suspicious tingling along his inner thighs as he quite inadvertently pictured the scenarios involving his partner. Hisoka felt slightly ill by this, and willed himself to think of other things, while wishing to be at home were he could hide himself away for the next week. He couldn't believe how casual they were about this, as if all this was something normal. Wasn't something wrong with that? He gave a small shaky sigh and wondered if maybe there was something wrong with him.
A loud knocking at the door stirred him from his thoughts, and he slowly sat up, pretending to have only awoken.
"Come in!" Wakaba said, at the same moment Saya and Yuma hurried over to Hisoka's side with a bright "Hisoka-kun!"
He gripped the stiff bedcovers as he braced himself, but they stayed at the foot of his patient bed.
"Hisoka-kun has such a frail constitution." Saya nodded.
"So much like a beautiful girl's…" Yuma sighed.
Saya agreed wholeheartedly. "We like girls." He only stared blearily as they cooed unintelligible vowels at him.
"Hisoka, how are you feeling?" Tsuzuki asked and stepped into the infirmary. Terazuma was behind, and he hugged the doorframe slinking like a cat with all the girls around. Not to mention, also with a very effeminate looking boy.
Hisoka contemplated for a moment, before answering with an honest, "I feel horrible."
Tsuzuki winced. "Sorry about all this... It's a bit of a shock."
"I'd say. You girls better not be doing anything to the kid," said Terazuma as he gnawed - not chewed - on the butt of an unlit cigarette.
"And if we are? Would you like the join in?" Yuma wiggled her eyebrows up and down at him.
"What- NO, of course not!" The man's eyes flashed red and his face soon followed. Hisoka took heart in this; at least someone was just as uncomfortable as he was, and perhaps not as insane as everyone else.
Tsuzuki pulled up a chair. His partner looked at Hisoka very clinically, and yet somehow the words "wanton epitome of man" came to mind. The boy couldn't look him in the eye - especially not after Wakaba shared her dreams. There was the prerequisite awkward silence before Tsuzuki cleared his throat and asked, "I guess… is there anything you want to know? About how this happens, and what we do."
"I think I got the idea," Hisoka replied dryly, and curled his knees towards his chest. Everyone was quiet now and there were too many pairs of eyes carefully trained on him.
"Have any questions?" Tsuzuki looked at him piteously, his expression that of a violet-eyed pup, and Hisoka could sense that the older Shinigami really did want what was best for him. Whatever Hisoka wanted, his partner would be sure to grant it.
He sighed. "What are my options? Where do I go from here?"
"Well," Tsuzuki began slowly, "you could stay here with me, Tatsumi, Watari, and Terazuma. You see, we try to stay in one place for the next few days - it makes it easier for everyone involved. But, as they mentioned, you could also try staying with the girls for a bit."
"At Hakushaku-sama's mansion?" He answered forgetting that he had only heard it from the girls while feigning sleep.
"Yes, actually." Tsuzuki smiled quizzically. "How did you know?"
"N-never mind," Hisoka added quickly, literally forcing himself not to turn pink. "Why are the girls separated, anyway?"
Yuma jabbed a thumb in Terazuma's direction. "You can blame it all on him. And his Shikigami."
"I don't want to be changing every time one of you are clumsy or suicidal enough to TOUCH ME," Terazuma grumbled.
"It's really hard to control Kuro-chan during these events," Wakaba added with a sheepish smile, referring to the lion Shiki. "Things break. So going somewhere else saves us from Tatsumi's temper. We don't mind that much - it's like a vacation."
"I think I want to go," Hisoka said abruptly, raising his face to the girls. He still couldn't look directly at his partner, though he noticed Tsuzuki's hands inching towards his own. "If it's okay, I think I'll go with you three to the Mansion of Candles…"
"Are you sure, Hisoka?" Tsuzuki asked, a bit… crestfallen?
He swallowed thickly. "Yes. If only for a little bit…"
Saya pipped up. "Of course it's okay!"
"We can spend time with Hisoka-kun!" Yuma cheered. "We'll get our bags and then go as soon as possible."
"Oh, but Kurosaki-kun isn't packed," Wakaba said, head tilted to the side. "But maybe you could borrow something from the count?"
"He's invisible, does he even need clothes? Wait, does that mean he walks around… naked?" Yuma wondered out loud.
Terazuma sputtered, the thought probably having never occurred to him. "That - that pervert. You sure you don't want to rethink that decision, kid?"
Hisoka nodded, albeit apprehensively.
"He could always come back later," Yuma answered.
A strained but light smile. "I'll see you later, okay?"
Hisoka turned to Tsuzuki, his empathy was trying to lock on to Tsuzuki's feelings, but somehow it evaded him and slipped through his metaphorical fingers like sand, only leaving a small residue of remorse. His partner was afraid that he had scared Hisoka off.
"Of course," Hisoka said as he slid his legs over the side of the bed and stood. "I just need some time to… to think this over."
"Lets go," said Wakaba as she shooed Terazuma out of the doorway.
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To Be Continued
Edit: Blah, I keep getting Saya and Yuma mixed up! So I had to go back and edit a little because I had switched them (Wah!!). Saya's the one that looks more shy to me, with the two ponytails. I'm sorry if I got anyone mixed up too!