Gpilot04: Heya everybody! School starts for me at Sept. 3rd and I hope this gets posted before then! Thank you for your kind reviews, I feel very happy and I also feel sad because I had a great idea for this chapter but forgot about it. I hope you like it anyways . Please read and feed me reviews! eats
Sweet Cake
"Ow…"
Tsuzuki's eyes widen. "What! What are you doing here!
"I was hired, Tsuzuki-san! I need money to live you know," said the young man heartily. His green eyes twinkled, reminding the detective of his partner. This young man was no other than Minase Hijiri . "Tsuzuki-san, what are you doing here then?"
"I'm on a murder case, and I'm looking for the bride," Tsuzuki said, helping Hijiri up. "Is she in there? Sounds like she's in tr-"
"Actual, she's not in trouble…at all!" Hijiri said, shuffling his shoes. A blush crept over the ebony-haired teen and he avoided eye contact.
"Oh! Oh, oh," Tsuzuki said, understanding. "But, I just saw the groom outside! Is she..!"
Hijiri nodded. "Yeah, she's in there with her guitarist friend." He ushered Tsuzuki and himself out of the hallway. "Do you have a room? I need to tell you stuff privately."
"Yep, follow me!" And Tsuzuki bounded off to the cabin. "Oh, Hisoka is here too!"
"Really? Are you two undercover newlyweds?" joked Hiriji with a wide grin on his face. Tsuzuki beamed.
"Oh yes! And not only that, but Hisoka is a girl!" His puppy tail waggled happily as they approached the door.
"Of course! I mean he has a girly face and very pretty" gushed Hijiri, misunderstanding what Tsuzuki was trying to infer. "I want to see him in a wedding dress! 3 3"
The shinigami smiled and pulled out the key. He wondered to himself if he and Hisoka are going to wed on the boat, as undercover of course! But he couldn't wipe the silly grin off his face as he thought about it.
"Hisoooka! Guess who's here!" Tsuzuki announced. The bed was empty, and looked as if it hadn't been slept in. The bathroom door was open, but as Tsuzuki peered in, nobody was inside.
"Where is Hisoka?" inquired the other man as he looked around the room. "Did he go o-aaaaaaaahhh!" Hijiri had tripped over a shopping bag that Yuma and Saya had brought over. Its contents spilt around Hijiri, causing the poor teen to blush and jump away. A silky green bra clung to his leg. "Gyah!"
"Hijiri! What are you screaming about? Oh," said Tsuzuki as he saw lingerie scattered on the floor. Don't get a nosebleed, he told himself. "They, er, aren't mine!"
"So, they are Hisoka's?" asked the emerald-eyed man as he tried to advert his innocent eyes away. "I didn't know you guys would take the…female part so…real-like." He tried to pull the blanket over it.
"Er, well, Hisoka is a, um, girl! So, uh, she needs…these…stuff!" Tsuzuki tried to explain the best he could, and for a while it worked.
"Should we look for Hisoka?" Hijiri suggest after there was much silence.
"Yes! She could be in trouble!" Tsuzuki leapt to his feet and his puppy ears up like a radar. "Hmm, now that I think about it, this man took her when I went to the wedding. He was suppose to bring her here!"
"Who's 'her'?"
"Hisoka!"
"Isn't Hisoka a…boy? I mean these clothes are just a cover-up right?" His voice hinted uncertainty on Tsuzuki's sanity.
"Er…weren't you going to tell me something?" piped the puppy as he moved to the door.
"Oh yes!" exclaimed Hijiri. "It's something about today's couple. I overheard that the bride only married the guy for his wealthy background. I think he's the owner of a recording studio that she recently performs in. She and her crew are new bands trying to make it big, so the girl's marrying the guy."
"Hmm, so let me guess: no love involved because she's in love with…the guitarist?" Hijiri nodded. "How do you acknowledge this information?"
"Because that man rejected me when I wanted to record my songs! (Wah!)" Hijiri pouted. "And I happened to hear some gossipy secretaries!"
"Excellent! I'll treat you to a desert later. Let's go find Hisoka!" Tsuzuki said exuberantly. And kick that guy Zaruri's ass!
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Back to the office 3
"Oh? What is that you have to confess, Watari-san?" Tatsumi said sternly, trying to get his face as far as possible away from his co-worker. Their glasses clinked as their faces moved.
"I…I…I really hate your door frame!" the shinigami blurted out. His brain told him "Well said!" but his heart was beating the crap outta him screaming, "The truth dammit! Tell him truth!" Tatsumi stared long and hard at Watari, who wished he didn't do that since their face was so close, he had to look at something else. The blonde scientist looked at the floor. Floor is good. Nice clean floor.
"…what?" Tatsumi didn't seem to believe this horrible lie. "You hated my doorframe. So you decided to put glue on it?"
"Er…I didn't really hate it! It just….well…the, er, it was chipping! And…the glue was to, um, repair it, yeah!" mumbled the scientist , as he fiddled his fingers. "Yeah, and some landed on me, so…this happened!" Watari faked a smile, pretending to make the predicament funny. So far it wasn't working.
"Watari-san," Tatsumi started, their glasses clinking again. His hand reached up to Watari's face. "You are a horrible liar. Worse than Tsuzuki. Your glasses are in the way." The secretary's hand took off the other man's glasses. The blonde shinigami chuckled weakly, and held a blush back.. "I expect you have an antidote?"
"…I can make one!" Watari chirped. Tatsumi rolled his eyes and handed the spectacles to their owner, who pocketed it. It fell with a soft tap, and Watari totally forgot about the sex-changing tonic in his pocket. "I can start on it now, how's that?"
"Right, just walk out with us like this? You have to be, no wait, you ARE crazy."
"I don't know whether to take that as a compliment or-"
"Oh quiet," scoffed Tatsumi. Watari could smell the mint in his warm breath. "Listen, I have a plan. Do you have your lab equipment at your house?"
"M-m-my house?" Watari stuttered. The thought of Tatsumi coming over was pleasant. "I don't have anything at my house. It's all here in-"
"Okay, then," Tatsumi thought for a while. "We are going to your lab, get the equipment, and go to my house and fix this all up."
"Uh, okay," Watari said, but before he knew it the blue-eyed shinigami had wrapped his arms around him again and were swallowed by the shadows.
This…I want to be like this forever, the blonde thought. When he opened his eyes, he can see the lab, but Tatsumi was still attached to his nose.
"Er….how do I work when you're literally in my face?" asked Watari.
"Hmm, good question. I didn't think of that. If something explodes that could put us in a far worse predicament."
"Yeah," mumbled Watari, not that he wouldn't mind. "I think…I should take a look in that cabinet." The two shuffled along and the scientist's hand reached above their heads. He was a bit too short to grasp the handle. "Er, I usually climb on the counter to open it…"
"So?"
"How am I suppose to reach if I can't climb?"
"…" The two pondered for a second, but Watari came up with an idea first.
"Lift me up on the table!"
"What!" Tatsumi said in shock. "Why? What would that do?"
"I can feel around for the jar, silly." Watari had the urge to stick out his tongue, but then again, it would be chopped off by Tatsumi if he did.
"…fine." The shinigami in the suit hesitated for a moment and brought his hands up to his friend's waist. He was reluctant but he finally put Watari up on the counter in a swift motion. The blonde scrunched his eyes together as in disgust.
"Oh gross! I think I sat on something!" His honey eyes opened and caught a pink shade in front of him as he was bent over Tatsumi.
"Aaawww, are you turning red Tatsumi?" poke the scientist.
"No."
"Yes you are! I'm right in your face you know!" Watari grinned from ear to ear. His hand wiped away what was on his posterior. When he looked down to see what it was, he noticed not his hands but the even more awkward position he was caught in. It was then his turn to be tinted with red, but a brighter shade. In fact, close to a nose bleed.
"Watari, do NOT get any ideas from this," Tatsumi ordered strictly. "Just hurry up and get the jar."
"Yes," Watari said in a cracked voice. His hands reached up above him but before he can even move around, the door flew open.
"Watari-san! Aren't you going to get some cake? OH MY GODS!" screamed Wakaba-chan. The scientist can picture her surprised face. Anyone would be surprised. Hell, with him sitting on the countertop and Tatsumi standing between his legs with their faces locked together, everybody's eyes would be popped out.
"Tee hee, sorry to interrupt!" And she went out faster than a blink of an eye.
The blonde shinigami laughed weakly, turning beet red, and knew he was going to be slaughtered by Tatsumi. He looked at the man in front of him, who had his eyes closed and breathing heavily.
"Er…Tatsumi…are you okay?" asked Watari softly. He didn't want to provoke him. That would be suicide. He patted his friend's back but was met with a growl.
"Just get the crap so we can get the hell out of here." The blue-eyed shinigami was red all over. Anger or embarrassment, the genki shinigami decided not to ask.
"Um, okay," said Watari meekly. The secretary was peeved.
How can this idiot cause so many accidents, thought Tatsumi. I bet he's doing this on purpose to humiliate me.
"Watari-san, please stop tugging at my jacket," he said boringly.
"I can't! My hands are…I think stuck on you," whimpered the blonde. The brunette blinked.
"What?"
"I think I sat on that glue stuff, and it got on my hands."
"Watari-san, when I get unattached, I will rip you with my hands, and rip you gain with my shadows!"
"Eep!"
TBC
Gpilot04: Yay! I posted before school started. And this only took me one day too 3 3 3 3
Watari: Saa, how is it possible that we don't even kiss when our faces are stuck together (
Tatsumi: Because I don't want to. --
Watari: Waahh! You're so mean ToT
Gpilot04: Hai hai, I'm going to make a lemon scene for you guys 3
Tatsumi: WHAT!
Gpilot04: just kidding! but gets chopped by shadows anyways