Disclaimer: I do not own YnM or Descendents of Darkness for you dubbers.
Authoress Note: Ooook! This is my first chapter of my first YnM ficcy! It takes place after the final episode of the anime. Let's see what happens.
The sun shone clearly through the veil of cherry blossoms that fell from the trees outside the Ministry. Within the walls, the violet haired Shikigami dubbed Asato Tzusuki was inhaleing a box of strawberry shortcake that had been brought to him from Kyoto by the ever faithful Watari.
"Mmm! This is so good it's soooo gooood!" He squealed as tears of joy ran down his cheeks with every bite. An exasperated sigh came from his partner that had so cynically placed himself in a corner to properly glare at Tsuzuki. The shikgami blinked, the fork from his dessert hanging from between his pursed lips. "Hisoka? What's the matter? Are you not feeling well?" His large violet eyes blinked once again.
"Yes, it's making me sick just looking at all those sweets." Hisoka crossed his arms over his chest and turned up his nose, his green eyes closed in disgust. Tsuzuki blinked once agian, his gaze moving from Hisoka, to his treats, then back to his partner.
"Ya want some?" The man asked blankly.
"NO!" Hisoka shouted, eyes furious. Why was it that Tsuzuki could be so selfless and caring and yet still hog all the goodies to himself?? He didn't even give a second thought to giving any to his comrade. Noo, he just gobbled them all up on his own. A moment of silence fell betwem them.
"Hisoka?" Tsuzuki asked softly, staring at the ceiling and leaning back, his hands behind his head.
"What is that??" The green eyed shikigami snapped the question back.
"You know... ist's been a little slow lately. You know, after the incident at the university? Majority of the murders in our district have been human based and not all that special. And the few that seemed abnormal were just basic cases of someone turning down suicide when their time was already up. It's odd. I wonder why this is happening."
"It's cause Muraki's through with his little antics." Hisoka replied coldly.
Turning to face his partner, Tsuzuki sighed. "But didn't you say that's he's still alive? And the same dull cases have been all over Japan. Absolutely nothing abnormal has happened. It's... well... abnormal."
The other man sighed and pulled up his sleeve, revealing the red markings left over from his curse. "Yes, he's still alive. Maybe he's given up."
Tsuzuki sat back in his chair again. "Not likely. He's not the kind of person to give up after only one failure." Hisoka nodded in agreement.
"I think..." The violet eyed man looked to the ceiling, pausing.
"Wow, that's new Tsuzuki." Hisoka shifted his stare to the side, muttering under his breath.
"HEY! I heard that!" A loud crash was heard from behind the closed door of the room as the comnrades promptly got into a scuffle over the comment. Watari had been aimlessly wandering around the ministry as he so often did, when he heard the commotion. Peering into the room, he cleared his throat.
"Is everything alright gentlemen?" His cheery voice halted the two fighting men. Tzusuki had Hisoka half-pinned to the ground, sitting on his legs. One of his hands were clenched in the other's shirt, the other trying to pry Hisoka's out of his cinnamon hair. Hisoka effectively had his hand in the man's hair, his other trying to shove Tsuzuki's weight off of his numbing lower half.
"Oh yeah! Hey Watari?" Tsuzuki asked, his eyes wide, innocent and curious. "Can you do me a favor?"
"Anything old chap! Just say the word, I've got nothing else better to do!" The blonde chirped, a smile plastered on his face. "What is it that you need?"
"I need to look up any newspaper articles on the fire at the university. Look for anything out of the ordinary."
"I'm on it!" And without another thought, Watari skipped down the hallway toward his own office. Another momentary silence fell on the room that was almost deafening.
"T-Tsuzuki..." came a groan from under the shikigami.
"Huh? Oh! Sorry Hisoka. I hope you're alright." Tsuzuki stood up and leaned down, his hands on his knees, smiling down at the other man.
"I'm fine... you just made my legs go numb, no big deal." He remarked sarcastically as he stood on his own power. "So what are you up to? Have Watari run that search for you." His eyes locked coldly on the lovely violet orbs of his parnter.
Tsuzuki put a finger to his lips. "Shh, it's a secret, I'll tell you if or when I found out what I need." He winked and turned to the table. "You know, those cakes would go good with some nice tea. You want some Hisoka?"
"No thanks." He said simply, moving to stand by the window, leaning on the glass.
"Alright then, I'll be right back." And Tsuzuki left the teen to think in silence. Hisoka watched the man as he left. The one person he looked up to and wasn't afraid to say that he cared about. Tsuzuki had saved him countless times from countless things. And not once did he seem burdened at all. It was something that Hisoka was thankful to have.
"Tsuzuki..." Hisoka whispered the man's name and couldn't help but feel a stab of sorrow strike him. This man that he cared so deeply for had been desiring an escape from the world in those roaring flames. He'd been so helpless then. And then was the first time that Hisoka had stood up and put his life on the line for someone else. But he didn't regret it, not in the least. If there was one thing he could thank Muraki for, it was for bringing him together with Tsuzuki.
"I hope... the two of us can be together... forever."
Another Authoress Note: Ooooh hidden attraction. We all know it's there. But yeah, hope to continue. YAAAY!