Notice: Please review! All rights reserved! Although I want to own Watari and Tatsumi. ;_; This has shounen-ai/yaoi so don't flame me just because you're blind and can't read this warning. –o- I know I'm not very good at posting up new chapters or writing them up. My life is taking a trip downhill lately. ;_; I have fic ideas, but I just don't have the energy to write them. All played in my mind [taps head].
Sweet Cake
"Hmm, Saya! I think this green one is really nice!!"
"Yeah it is cute! Feels nice too! What about this red one, Yuma?"
"KAWAII!! I found nice panties for Hisoka-chan [heart]."
"That's a thong!"
"I know! [heart]"
"Silly! It needs to be lacier!!! [grabs a garter belt]"
"Oh yeah! Ne, too bad we didn't find the cup size. [picks up a frilly brassiere]."
"I think he looks like a C size."
"NANI!! His are bigger…"
"Oh well, I think he needs a slip if Hisoka is going to wear a dress."
"Hai hai!"
After hearing all of this, he would like to meet this girl "Hisoka." The clerk just blinked when the crazed yet innocent looking girls placed lacey underwear, shoes, and exquisite dresses on the counter.
"So I can't help but overhearing, are you two giving your friend a makeover?" he smiled while ringing up the prices.
"Yep! And he'll be so beautiful! [heart]" Yuma cooed, stars dancing in her eyes. The clerk shifted his gaze to the other girl, but she was imitating Yuma.
Then his eyes snapped back to Yuma.
"Did you say 'he?'" he asked. The girls nodded and beamed. "Then why are you buying women's clothes for him?!"
"Because he-!!" Saya started.
"It's a secret!" Yuma interrupted, nudging her partner in the ribs with a knowing look.
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There was a loud rapping on the door and Tsuzuki went to open it so Hisoka didn't have to wake. He was expecting Yuma and Saya, but a man stood there, probably a crewmember.
"Good evening, sir! There is a wedding tonight and everybody is invited," he announced. With his gloved hand diving into the basket and whipping out a random envelope, the said man handed it to the shinigami. "The couple would widely appreciate it if everybody on the boat attended. Please come formally with the card. Directions are written down. Good night, sir."
Without a chance to speak, the servant left to bug the next cabin. Shrugging it off, he tore the side and pulled out the letter. Happy to spot the words "free food and drinks" he bounced to his lovely partner and jumped on the bed.
"Hisoka! Hisoka! Hisoka!" Tsuzuki whooped. Wakening to the bed bouncing and his name being called, he nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw her partner was creating a ruckus.
"Stop jumping!! You're going to wake people up!" the green eyed girl huffed, but to no avail as she tried to stand up, but failing cutely. "Tsuzuki! Unh! Stop!!"
"Hisoka, Hisoka! We got invited to a wedding! Let's go!! It's tomorrow morning!!" Tsuzuki said while jumping up and down, and then around Hisoka. "Let's goooo!!"
"Tsuzu-wait! Stop jumping! Tsuzuki!" getting up on her knees.
"Come on! Maybe we can solve the case! Free food!" Bounce, bounce, bounce.
"ARGH!!" Finally, Hisoka jumped up and tried to stand, but found herself jumping so she wouldn't fall. "Fine, we can go! Just stop! I'm getting diz-nyaaaa!"
When jumping on the bed, it is most appropriate to remove the blankets. Otherwise you end up like Hisoka, tripping over the thick folds and luckily, or not, falling onto Tsuzuki. And if you were really lucky, your doors would be locked. But since Tsuzuki closed the doors, it isn't. And if you were so super lucky, you wouldn't have two girls storming through the doors with bags of clothes and seeing you straddling your partner. And the worst part is you can't control the blush factor and you're paralyzed.
"Hisoka! Tsuzuki!" they gasped, dropping the shopping bags.
"Gah!" squeaked Hisoka, trying to scramble off the bed. But surprisingly as she pushed herself of her partner, she couldn't and felt the arms of the man underneath wrapped snuggly around that slim waist of hers.
"B-B-BAKA!!!" Hisoka sputtered, obviously turning a deep shade of crimson. "Get your h-hands off!" After several seconds of swatting and pushing, Tsuzuki finally let go disappointed. He liked having his soft partner in his arms, like a kitty. =^^=
The minute the smaller shinigami was released, she was attacked by the two girls.
"If you wanted to do that," Yuma said, running her hands through Hisoka's locks.
"You should put a 'Do not Disturb" sign on the door," finished Saya, pulling out a dress. "Look, look! We bought you a pretty dress!" It was the red one. Short and strapless, there was a deep plunge on the back and thin mini belt with a shiny gold buckle. That was the only thing holding that contraption together. Dear Jebus.
"And underwear! Sexay!" said the other girl, cackling while pulling out a black seductive slip. Hisoka's eyes were white all around, and were unusually pale.
"…I'm not…wearing……those…" choked the said girl. Her green eyes could create a burning hole if she stared hard enough.
Hn, no hole yet.
"Kawaii!! You could wear it to the wedding tomorrow!" Tsuzuki smiled, jumping with glee. "Now we don't have to worry about buying you a dress!!"
"Look we bought matching shoes!" Yuma beamed, pulling out red velvety slippers with an ankle strap. "I hope they fit."
"No way!!" Hisoka sputtered. "I'm not going to any wedding and I'm not going to wear anything that makes me look like a girl! I'm male and although I don't like it, I'm, I'm…NO!! No dresses! I'm putting my foot down!" And doing, she stamped her left foot down but felt something hard and soft at the same time. She heard a click and looked down. Tsuzuki had placed a shoe on her foot, closing the strap, smiling.
"AAHH!!! Get it off get it off get it off!!!" Hisoka screamed, like it was scalding her foot. Shaking it wildly and flinging it about, she finally tripped and toppled over the bed. "…no…" Her green eyes saw two girls coming at her with that horrid mauve dress. No wait. It is not a dress, it's a curtain tied with a belt.
Well whatever it was, it only meant one and only one thing: Hisoka was doomed.
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"Yeah, just that slice please," he chirped as he pointed at that plain cake with a cherry on top. Standing straight, he brushed away his honey locks from his face.
"Would ya like some kinda toppin' or icin'?" said the anonymous chef. Watari shook his head, smiling as he felt the container hidden in his pocket.
"No, it's alright!" his voice cheerier than usual. His mind was elsewhere, on that evil master plan to make that stiff secretary of his into a female.
"Do ya want anything else?" asked the chef as he placed the cake slice in a small cardboard box. Watari was about to say no, but he decided that he needed a treat every once in a while. So he ordered a nutty pastry to share with his dear owl. The genki scientist pulled out his wallet and paid the amount. The doorbell tinkled as he walked out, alerting the feathered companion that it was time to go.
"I hope my plan works. If turning him into a girl doesn't work, then…" the tall shinigami said, pulling a piece of the nutty cake for 003, "I guess I'm going to be in a debt forever." And with that, he traveled back to his lab.