Gillian Sillis: I thought that having Tatsumi allergic to cats was a way to either make it seem like the cat came from him, i.e. you'd never suspect someone who's supposedly allergic to cats to give someone a kitten, or to completely get him out of the equation. I'm not going to tell you which?
Ryu, Weird Aly Evil, ThisbeCeyx: Thanks! Especially to ThisbeCeyx who +fav me! You reviewed and you liked...
Jollyolly: Naturally, it could still be Muraki. I don't intend on making it too easy to guess who it was
AriMaxwell00909: I sent you an email with a response to your review. It made me chuckle.
Tsuzuki laughed as Watari said sdomething about the evils of having to work without sugar, or at least caffeine. Hisoka just walked along beside them, purposefully ignoring the sakura trees. To him, they weren't so beautiful.
"So Tsuzuki, what happened with the kitten? Nanashi, wasn't it?" Watari asked. Hisoka smiled a little. He had gone to Tsuzuki's house last night to play with the feline. It had been so adorable, and had even curled up in his lap and gone to sleep purring as Hisoka read aloud to Tsuzuki from the book he was currently reading.
"It's great. Still needs to learn the difference between the litter tray and my shoe but I think it's wonderful all the same," Tsuzuki smiled, before hastily trying to brush the cat hairs off his black suit. They hadn't even begun the day and already the tie had slipped down.
"He still doesn't know who the admirer is," Hisoka told Watari, pretending that there wasn't a tall, dark haired man between them at all. "He's a little slow." At that, Tsuzuki stopped, rounding on Hisoka.
"Hi-chan!" Oh, that earned him quite a glare from his younger partner. "Tell me who it is... Please?" He put on the puppy dog eyes and for a moment it looked as though Hisoka would out Tsuzuki out of his misery. Instead he showed a sadistic streak that no one would have ever thought Hisoka had. (Watari had come up with the theory that Hisoka was a hopeless masochist. There was no other explanation as to why he put up with Tsuzuki for so long.)
"Well, it could be anyone. Tatsumi, Wakaba, Muraki..." Hisoka's smirk was ever so slightly demonic. "Watari, myself, Minase Hijiri..." He paused. Tsuzuki was looking over his shoulder as though his secret admirer might suddenly jump out and attack him. Hisoka sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"But you really are a baka not to realise who it is..." Hisoka then opened the door to the offices. Tatsumi was stood there waiting for them, his anger radiating from him.
"Tsuzuki-san, would you please have all future... packages... left at your house?" He barked. Hisoka's eyes widened when he saw their personal office, and immediately realised why Tatsumi was so crazy. He stepped aside to see Tsuzuki's reaction to their new office-cum-florists.
The room was full, every surface, from floor to ceiling, not an inch of carpet to be seen, with beautiful white roses. On Tsuzuki's desk there was a card, similar to the last one. The violet eyed Shinigami walked forward, hand shaking slightly from awe as he opened the card.
"My dearest Tsuzuki. Even if I were to compare you to one million roses, together they are not as beautiful as your spirit." Tsuzuki read aloud.
"Aw! That's so adorable!" Watari squealed. Hisoka smiled slightly, picking up a rose and sniffing it, enhaling it's delicate scent.
"What am I going to do with a million roses?" Tsuzuki managed to choke out. Hisoka sensed his mind going back to a promise made by Muraki, to one day give him a million perfect roses.
"Put the petals on your bed and make sweet passionate love to the man of your dreams all night long?" Watari suggests. Tsuzuki blushed, gathering up armfuls of bouquets.
"I'll take these back to my apartment-" He stopped, watching Hisoka twirling a rose stem between his fingers, lost in throught.
"Hisoka?" He prompted. The boy snapped out of his trance.
"Oh. I'll help..." He gathered some flowers also, playfully batting Tsuzuki with a single rose, before letting the older Shinigami lead the way back to his house.
"A bouquet!"
"Well, there were bouquets!"
"Yes... Thousands of them..."
"Well, the message did say "One million" of the flowers!"
"I didn't mean it literally..."
"Ooops."