Notice: Thanks to a lot of people, they got me off my ass and made me write this chapter. Sometimes I forget what's happening in the previous chapter so if something is mistaken or doesn't make sense, don't mind it because I like to imagine it was there already…I should really stop doing that AHAHAHAHAA!! [major sweatdrop] ^_^ And while you are still reading this, read my other YnM fic called The Secret Language! [bricks are thrown at Gpilot04] . Enjoy!
"Tsuzuki, I want to leave," huffed Hisoka, who tried to hide behind every plant in her red dress. "People are looking at me." She clicked her way to the other planter.
"Well, I would be staring if I saw someone hiding behind plants for no apparent reason," Tsuzuki said, laughing as his partner glared. "Hisoka, you look beautiful. I think people would stare at that too." The shinigami dragged the reddened smaller one out from her hiding place. Did he just say I looked…beautiful? The girl's mind raced and looked at the floorboards. Her eyes trailed up at Tsuzuki but immediately went back to the floor. He looks…nice… Indeed, Tsuzuki looks hot, I mean, handsome in a tuxedo. The dress pants hinted that he had great long legs and the jacket fitted well to say that Tsuzuki had a nice body with it. She hoped her hair covered the damn blush.
"C'mon Hisoka!" He pulled the blonde's arm and ran to the entrance of the ballroom.
"Tsuzuki! I can't run!" called out the red clad shinigami. She could barely keep up in the cursed heels she wore. She hoped that she didn't fall flat on her face. The morning ocean mist wasn't helping either. Why did it have to be in the morning?! The cold air was sending shivers on her legs. Stupid short dress. At least it wasn't flapping around in the winds.
"You should call me Asato when we are in public, dear!" He kept his hold on Hisoka's arm. Hisoka felt a blush coming on.
"A…Asato," flustered Hisoka. They finally made it to the lit ballroom on the end of the ship. A grand chandelier was hung in the middle linked with smaller ones. It was quite magnificent. As bright green eyes looked on bedazzled, Tsuzuki was showing the doorman the invitation for entrance. Only the arm that linked with Hisoka brought her out of the daze. She looked up to see her partner grinning from ear to ear.
"Let's go inside," he said happily. Hisoka nodded and followed Tsuzuki inside beside him. Except she fell after taking her first step.
Ouch.
"Hm?" Tsuzuki looked down after his partner had to just disappeared from his arm. "Hisoka, why are you on the floor?" He bent down and helped her sit up. Instantly, his eyes went teary. "You're not hurt are you?!?!"
"Baka. I just – "
"You're not hurt are you, miss?" Both shinigamis looked up. It was a man in his mid-twenties with messy sandy coloured hair. His deep blue eyes looked softly at Hisoka. He leaned over and ignored the presence of the glaring Tsuzuki. No, he did not like this guy at all now.
"No, I'm not thank you." Tsuzuki helped Hisoka up, but was rudely pushed off by this new comer. He went sailing across the room to the wall. Okay, not really, but something like that.
"Let me help you," this stranger said. "A princess like you deserves much better." His smile flashed those perfect pearls. Hisoka was confused and knew she was giving a pink tinge on her cheeks. This guy was still holding her hands.
"Ah, thank you sir, but ah, I, uh," the girl fumbled with the words to get away. His face leaned to kiss her hand. Hisoka felt her face lit up in fire. What was this bastard doing?!
"You can call me Jay," he said smoothly. Where's Tsuzuki??
"And I'm Tsuzuki Asato, her husband." Yay! Wait…husband? -_-;
"Oh," Jay said, wrinkling his nose. He let go of Hisoka's hands and Tsuzuki wrapped his arm around Hisoka's waist protectively, glaring at Jay. The poor green-eyed girl was going to combust if not sooner. Well, better than this loser, she thought. So her hand went shakily around Tsuzuki's back.
"I'm Jay Zazuri. I own this yacht," he sneered, smug with his answer.
"Well, Jay. I think that-"
"It's been nice meeting you," Hisoka said quickly. She gave her partner a don't-cause-any-trouble-or-I'll-kill-you look. "Good bye." And she hustled herself and the glaring puppy away into the crowd.
They settled on a table waaaaay in the back in the corner. I hope he doesn't find us here… thought Hisoka.
"May I take your order, miss?" asked a butler. Hisoka briefed through the menu and ordered the salad, fish steak, and unsweetened tea. Tsuzuki had to be asked several times before snapping out of his glaring stage from earlier. He ordered…well, let's use your imagination.
"Would you like desserts afterwards?"
"Yes please!" squealed the puppy. Hopefully it would be super duper yummy! He eyed the towering wedding cake with saliva dripping out of his puppy muzzle. Hisoka muttered something about lazy bakas and how they live on their hunger. Drinks were served first and lively music was played. People started to dance with the tune and the bride and groom were nowhere to be seen. When will the main event start? Hisoka was getting frustrated and wanted to go back to the cabin and get some sleep. Or look over the case since she still doesn't know what it's about.
"Hisoka, Hisoka! Let's dance!" yipped the puppy partner. He tugged at the slender arm but got no response. "Hisooookaaaa~!!"
"I don't dance," stated the girl firmly and continue to stare at the pink tablecloth. Finally their food came and Hisoka decided to take great interest into the food so she can avoid dancing.
"Hisooooooka!!!!" wailed Tsuzuki.
Goddamn.
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?!?! I want to dance with yoouuuuuuuu~~~~!!!" His racket was attracting attention, something Hisoka did not want.
"What kind of wife is she? Ignoring her husband like that?" muttered a redhead in the next table. Her friend nodded and whispered back. "I wouldn't mind having him as my fiancé."
"What a cute husband, but a shrewd wife."
"Odd couple, that wife is so dull."
Hisoka's eye twitched upon each statement. She snorted and stood from the table.
"FINE! Let's…go dance," she muttered through clenched teeth and dragged her stunned partner to the dance floors. But just as she did so, the exuberant song ended and picked up on a slow steady one. The lights dimmed to blue and purple hazes, creating a dreamy mood. The crowd paired off and swayed to the slow melody.
"I take it back. Let's go sit down," Hisoka said, inching away from the dancing couplets to their lost table. But a hand reached out to her wrist. Tsuzuki looked at her with his amethyst eyes. "Please?" Before she knew it, Hisoka was pulled closer to the taller man's body, his arms wrapped around her waist. It was only a matter of seconds before she caught herself drowning in his eyes. And a few more to find out she had wrapped her arms around his neck and moving to the song.
People who didn't dance pointed at Hisoka and Tsuzuki, commenting on how cute they look together and such. A few couples decided to stop dancing and watch them instead, fantasizing on how their relationship was not like theirs.
"She's so pretty~."
"She's kinda young for him, ne?"
"Wasn't that girl the shrewd one?
"The one with the hot husband?"
"I wish I had a guy like that…"
"I wish I had a girl like her."
"Asato…" Hisoka mumbled on his chest. She refused to look at his face, otherwise she'd find herself blushing. Tsuzuki nuzzled his face in her golden locks.
"You called me Asato," he said, a hint of surprise in it. Hisoka reddened and apologized for the informality. Also muttering baka. Tsuzuki just laughed.
"No, no," he chuckled. "Remember I told you to call me that so people wouldn't get suspicious? Yeah, I'm just happy you remembered."
"…" The song ended and Hisoka brought her hands down to her sides while her partner let his lingered around her waist. "Let's sit down. I'm hungry," the blonde shinigami said softly. They found their seats and a pop beat sounded and that the food was still there. They ate their meals ("Gah! It's so spicy!" choked Hisoka, who thought the waiter must have mistaken their order. "Great, now I can't taste anything.") and sat in silence through it. Thankful for Tsuzuki not slobbering over the food and table, there were still no signs of the broom or bride emerging from the doors or some announcement of their arrival. How long would it take till they would make their entrance?
"Hisoka," Tsuzuki said frowning at the dancing crowd. "Don't you think that the ceremony should have taken place? It's nearly two hours." Hisoka sipped her tea and felt the tingling sensation occurring in her throat. She then placed the glass down and looked at Tsuzuki sleepily. "Hisoka? Are you sleepy?"
A yawn was emitted and her eyelids half covered the emerald orbs. "Mmm…I…I'm…"
"Ne, I think you should go back to the cabin. It is rather early and we didn't have enough sleep. I'll stay and check things around," the brunette said alarmingly, afraid that Hisoka might collapse from an unknown exhaustion. "We can try to work on the case later on today."
"…Yeah……I'm," mumbled the girl as she rubbed her eyes, "gonna go back…I'll see you later." She got up and so did Tsuzuki. He lead Hisoka to exit and was met by the sea air whipping around. Hisoka seemed frail against it and was diligently blown to his arms.
"Excuse me, sir?" Tsuzuki turned around to see another man in a tux. "Are you Mr. Tsuzuki Asato?"
"Uh, yes I am. What can I do for you?"
"I think you left yours and the missus's coats. I would get it but I need you to identify it," he said promptly. The wind continued to whip around and Hisoka shivered against Tsuzuki's arms, her eyes closed and teeth chattering.
"I need to, my par-, er, wife is cold and…she's also kinda sleepy so, uh," Tsuzuki wanted to take Hisoka to the cabin, but also didn't want to be rude and leave the kind man out.
"I'll take her to the cabin," said a suave voice out of the shadows. The shinigami turned around and saw the smug expression of Jay Zazuri.
"I'll take her," he repeated. He walked up to the now asleep girl and swept Hisoka into his arms instead. "Carry on," Jay said as he waved his hand around as if a pest was there. Tsuzuki was furious, but before he was going to go after Jay and stomp and kill and rip of his head into four billion pieces and feed them to the fishes below, the coat man had tugged his sleeve and pulled him away.
Jay Zazuri snickered as he saw his hired workman pulled away the bumbling fool. Perfect. This was one of those odd coupled on the boat. One of those couples with an extremely young girl and an older man. He pondered on their reason of marriage: money? Forbidden love? Forced marriage? It seemed to be more of the eloping from families rather. The husband didn't look like he could afford a tip on his marvelous yacht. But then again, appearances can be deceiving. That's why he asked all the to be wed couples how they met. Jay would weigh out the sins for it and if it was too much of it, the Mastermind would put an end to them. Yes, yes…his ways of judgment was perfect. The world mustn't be filled with silly marriages for disrespectful reasons. Disobeying parents, money, sex, young love, scams, and all those other sinful reasons to get married. Obviously, this one must be young love and disobeying the parents as he thought before. But he would have to find that out later. He had to tend with the wedding now. Where is the Mastermind right now? The wedding is late without him.
The sun was coming up now and he paced to the correct cabin, but decided to have some fun. Walking down a flight of stairs, he carried the light girl in his arms. After a few turns, he arrived at a large oak door with gold trims. It was his room. He fitted the key in and unlocked the door, Hisoka limp in his arms. Good the drug is working, not that I had any doubts, but that Mastermind has some pretty good potions he thought to himself. Depositing the beautiful girl on to the bed, he eyed at the spectacle. Anyone would give up thief wives right now to get with this chick. Pale complexion, long smooth legs, a very nice curve on her waist, and not a bad chest size either. He turned around with a sneer, thinking it was a newbie crewman, but it was the key player.
"Ah, you've finally arrived!" he clasped his hands together and grinned. "We should get the couple wed and finish it off before the sun is down."
"Relax," said the soothing tenor voice. "It's barely noon. So where is the ballroom?"
"Ah, follow me," Jay said, happy that the Mastermind has finally arrived. "One down, a boat more to go."
Gpilot04: Gaaaaaaaaaaahhh [dies] I AM SO SORRY I DID NOT UPDATED REGULARLY!! [bows down many times] YOU SHOULD NEVER TRUST ME ON ORGANIZING THINGS. ;_; I hope you enjoyed my months' work. Yes it took me a month since I procrastinated 4 billion times…[major sweatdrop]