Author's Note: Love Song belongs to Pink and her record company. Er, this one is quite long actually Replies at bottom. Thanks to Eternally Faithful for beta reading

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After the balloons had been cleared from the cherry blossom grove, Tsuzuki and Hisoka decided to go back to Hisoka's, simply to get some time together away from the office and Yuzuriha. Not that either of them disliked the girl but Hisoka was not blind to the extreme jealousy radiating from Tsuzuki whenever she was near. It was reassuring to Hisoka in a strange way. It proved to him that Tsuzuki cared.

"Well, it was certainly a cute gift this time," Hisoka commented lightly, hiding his smile. Tsuzuki looked so sweet, chasing a balloon like a child.

"Yeah. The book... I'm not a great reader so I doubt I'll read everything but..." Tsuzuki, no, Asato, (can you sense the warm fuzzies that come from that?) trailed off. Hisoka bit his lip before deciding.

"I'll read to you if you'd like," He asked. Asato blinked, then blushed, his eyes lighting up.

"Oh, you don't have to go to that much trouble Hisoka!" He replied. The younger shinigami usually would have just agreed with him and let him get on with it, cursing stupidity and hiding behind a cold mask, however this time Hisoka really wanted to read to him.

"It won't be any trouble. I want to read the book anyhow," Hisoka unlocked the door to his apartment, placing the keys on a nearby lamp table and removing his shoes.

Tsuzuki removed his coat and shoes, moving to his favourite seat by Hisoka's fire. He'd never understood why Hisoka was allowed an open fire whereas the rest of them had a central heating system. Wakaba had theorized that Hisoka, with his tragic childhood, probably enjoyed that luxury of being warm and bright more than most. Tsuzuki had accepted that explanation as fact.

Hisoka walking in, saw Tsuzuki seated in the comfy chair and bit on his lip. He was feeling a little... strange... today... He did want a little comfort...

He didn't think about it anymore, if he did he might chicken out. He moved forward fluidly, settling himself in Tsuzuki's lap, and taking the book from the surprised man. Surprised but /happy/.

"Let's see... Love poems... Oh, here's a pretty nice one," Hisoka felt his traitorous face blushing. Tsuzuki was looking at him. The desire filling the older man was overwhelming Hisoka, whom Tsuzuki had wrapped his arms around tightly.

Hisoka cleared his throat and began:

I've never written a love song

That didn't end in tears

Maybe you'll rewrite my love song

If you can replace my fears

I need your patience and guidance

And all your lovin' and more

When thunder rolls through my life

Will you be able to weather the storm?

There's so much I would give you

If I'd only let myself

There's this well of emotions

I feel I must protect

But what's the point of this armor

If it keeps the love away, too?

I'd rather bleed with cuts of love

Than live without any scars.

Can I trust this?

Or do all things end?

I need to hear that you'd die for me

Again and again and again

So tell me when you look in my eyes

Can you share all the pain and happy times

'Cause I will love you for the rest of my life

This is my very first love song

That didn't end in tears

I think you re-wrote my love song

For the rest of my years

I will love you for the rest of my Life

His heart was pounding in his chest. Hisoka turned to Tsuzuki to find him asleep. Growling slightly but relieved, Hisoka snuggled down also. Thank God Tsuzuki hadn't heard...

Yuzuriha got worried when Tsuzuki didn't return home. He hadn't mentioned any cases, nor that he would be doing anything in particular that night. So she went searching.

First the offices, then searching for Watari and Tatsumi, finally Yuzuriha found Hisoka's apartment... She'd been told to keep away, that Hisoka liked his privacy but...

She was surprised when no one answered the knocking on the door, even more so to find the door was unlocked. She pushed it open, fully aware that she should have just turned around and gone away.

"Hii-chan?" She called. The lights were off in the apartment, the living room only lit with a red glow. Yuzuriha walked forwards and then paused.

Her eyes fell onto the couple snuggling on a chair, arms wrapped around each other, both fast asleep. Hisoka's head had fallen onto Tsuzuki's shoulder, sandy locks falling across his face as though put there by an artist's hand. Tsuzuki's head was resting on Hisoka's, his arms wrapped around the other boy in a way that clearly said "MINE!"

It was so beautiful and natural...

Until they woke up, Yuzuriha assumed, and then they would be awkward and in denial of their feelings for each other. She silently exited the house. It was better to leave them to sort it out, she surmised.

Hisoka woke feeling warm and well-rested. He couldn't even remember the last time he had slept well. It was possible that he had never done so before.

He looked up and froze as emerald met amethyst. A blush painted his cheeks as he remembered where the warm fuzzy feelings were coming from. They were coming from Tsuzuki. It was the same peaceful feeling he had felt waking up in Tsuzuki's arms. Only it was reversed. Tsuzuki's gentle happiness at waking in Hisoka's arms seemed somehow much warmer than his own emotions. Everything surrounding Tsuzuki was warmer.

"Morning sleepyhead," The older shinigami chuckled. Hisoka stretched, feeling very conscious of the fact he was on Tsuzuki's lap. He resisted the urge to jump up and run away. Instead he nibbled on his bottom lip.

"What? Am I too much of a scoundrel for you to talk to me in the mornings?" Tsuzuki joked. Hisoka ran a hand through his wheat colored hair, wincing as he met tangles.

"What time is it?" Hisoka demanded. The dark haired shinigami smiled.

"'Morning to you too 'Soka-chan!" He chirped. No one should be THAT happy in the morning...

"The time is... heh heh heh... Well, it's about two hours after work started..." Tsuzuki coughed. Hisoka fled his lap immediately, gushing some nonsense words like "showerwash", "clotheshair" and "shampooshoes". Tsuzuki just laughed and left.

'You are becoming a stalker.'

'Nah.'

'You spent three hours watching him sleep!'

'Well, he's beautiful when he sleeps!'

'You mean he doesn't yell at you...'

'Bah, same thing...'

Tsuzuki's internal debate would have amused most. Only Tsuzuki would have a brutally truthful and sarcastic voice in his head with whom he could argue with all day.

Opening the door to his apartment, Tsuzuki stepped in. And stopped.

Clothes?

On every door, hangar, hook, clothes were hung. They looked to be designer labels too. He moved forward slowly. There were some suits, green, blue, grey, and many dress shirts of varying color. Not to mention a rather fetching collection of T-shirts, jeans, pants and sweaters... Whoa, wait a second! BOXERS!

'Your admirer got you silky black boxers Tsuzuki.'

'Be quiet you!'

Tsuzuki saw an envelope lying on top of a pale green jumper made from some soft wool that Tsuzuki didn't recognize. He tore it open excitedly.

"My dearest Tsuzuki, because you need clothes that match your beauty... And I'm sick of seeing you in black."

Tsuzuki smiled and pulled off his suit, stripping down quickly and hurrying to wash. He quickly pulled on the clothes, straightening them out.

Pale green sweater, stylish jeans, cream and pastel green sneakers. He pulled on the shoes and rushed towards the office... Oh he felt so so so cute...

Author's Replies: As before, I'm answering questions, not guesses.

Thanks to: DarkSapphireDragon, ola, Tigermink, Jill Rocca, ThisbeCeyx, Ari Maxwell00909, yaoi-hunter, Eternally Faithful and hColleen.

haru's doppelganger: Obviously, I can't say that calling Tsuzuki by his first name is plaguerism... I don't own YnM or Tsuzuki. I will try to put 'Sankyuu' in the fiction for you

Meritite: For the sake of argument, the Shakespeare was translated into Japanese... Or maybe Tsuzuki can read English? I read somewhere he has links with America...

Jollyolly: I'm glad you liked the Mur/Tsu I wrote and that it placated you enough to read the ending of this fic

Gillian Sillis: That's meant to be short O.O; lol, I don't mind... Let's see... As for there being more beautiful love poems, I chose that one because it's message was about love carrying on beyond death. And there was more poetry... Except in the form of a song... I hope this was Soka/Tsu enough for you.

robee: Uh... Thanks for the indepth analysis of the poem I used... I did that myself before actually posting it up to make sure I got the right poem but I wasn't expecting someone else to do the same and actually post it as a review... All the same, anyone who wants to know about the poem I used, check out this review because it explains everything.

Notta-chan: Okay, you're forgive, dries eyes and starts to pig out on pocky, giving some to Tsuzuki and giving a plushie to Hisoka. Hii-chan starts cuddling the plushie absently See robee's review for help understanding the poem.