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PJ Zatken: I'm so happy that this fic was good enough to make you disregard library social norms -smiles- And super thanks for reviewing both ch2 and ch3 -smiles-
ThePerpetuallyAnnoyedYukiEiri: As requested by that THROUGHLY AWESOME review, here's the finally chapter -smiles- And thanks for catching the parallels -smiles- P.S. I do write full-scale lemons o.O But they're all unfinished and setting on my hard drive… Keep an eye out for them on ff .net, one of them will most likely be my next story out (pray that I can overcome my bashfulness -smiles-)
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Neko Kate-chan:-nervous smiles- A note on the dreamseeing: I in no way did I intend to make anyone think that the dream-seeing OC, Akimiya, from 'Live Through' by Kouri Arashi was a Marty Sam (I LOVED that series -smiles- -smiles-) I was trying to humbly show how a Mary Sue's powers are not original, and just borrowed ideas with no good back story (Hinoto, from X/1999, was my muse for the dreamseer thing -smiles-)
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Death To Ms. Sue
Angel of the Eclipse
Chapter 4: Epilogue:Back in Meifu, and alone in the Shokan break room, Hisoka scowled as Tsuzuki immediately crossed the break room and went for the surplus of old chocolate doughnuts on the table that had accumulated for three days in the man's absence. Tsuzuki had no qualms about eating the ones with little owl bite marks in them, but made certain to avoid the speciously green chocolate doughnut that he was sure the bird's master had gotten to.
Forming words between masticated chocolate pastries, Tsuzuki said, "I'd better be getting paid for that case." He frowned in preemptive annoyance of Tatsumi finding something to deduct from his pay. "Nothing got blown up this time…" he told the mildly interested Hisoka before the man's defensive frown turned to a mildly disturbed pout of realization. "Well, except a person…" He shrugged and his tone became suddenly wistful as he distractedly rested a doughnut-crumbed cheek on his doughnut-crumbed hand in reflection. "You know, she really wasn't that bad…"
Hisoka, who had been writing on the dry erase board that they were back from their mission, dropped the smelly marker, and furiously swung around to face his partner. "Did your brain cells fall out? Yes, she was that bad!" Hisoka flared with familiar jealous anger, completely forgetting that he had ever forgiven Tsuzuki for falling in love with her. "She messed up our entire night at the hotel, and it was a nice hotel!" His shout was turning into an extremely loud, commanding whine. "She even messed up the lemon in the previous chapter." Hisoka ignored the fact that he had already cuffed Tsuzuki in the third chapter for mentioning that they were in a story.
"Hey! You're right!" Tsuzuki's attitude suddenly mirrored the extreme upset of his smaller partner. "I could have been doing you this whole time!" He threw his hands up in the air in exasperation as Hisoka sat down across from him at the small table. They wore matching anger-induced pouts from their shared Mary Sue trauma as they stared down the remaining green doughnut, both wondering why they didn't just ask Watari to accidentally blow her up in a lab explosion to began with.
His flippant mind floating to an even better topic, Tsuzuki smiled as something he saw beyond the doughnut gave him an idea. "We may not have the hotel room anymore, but we still have the break room table!" Tsuzuki's stood up eagerly over the table with a suggestive eyebrow raised as he charismatically swatted the abnormally colored doughnut out of the way.
Hisoka stroked his brow agitatedly in remembrance of their all to recent encounter with Mary. "Lets just be happy it's all over." Still mostly covered in oatmeal, horny was presently not on Hisoka's 'I feel…' list.
"Come on," Tsuzuki whined… pouted, whimpered, moaned, cried, mewled, frowned, sulked, whined some more, groaned, moped, growled, grunted, and knit his brow.
Hisoka rolled his eyes.
However, it was hard for the virile teen to compete with Tsuzuki's immense surplus of hot-and-bothered energy whipping across his empathy, so Hisoka caved after a particularly suggestive groan from his partner. Giving the room a quick once-over, Hisoka made sure that there was nothing around that was alive and larger than 003. He slowly uncrossed the antisocial arms he had previously folded over his chest and turned back to regard Tsuzuki seriously from across the table. "Is the door locked?" The boy's eyes were getting that ready-for-sex-glaze, and he awaited his answer as he nervously nibbled at his thumb in his mounting eager tension.
Tsuzuki smiled, taking Hisoka's question as enthusiastic compliance and pounced across the table, landing fluidly atop his freshly floored partner, whispering throatily in his ear, "Of course it is-" And at that moment, the door flew wide open, revealing Tatsumi grumbling irately at a folder in his lean hands.
Hisoka instantly turned his deceitful partner into a human wrecking ball as he shoved the older man off himself so hard that Tsuzuki's body made an audible cracking noise as it hit the concrete wall on the opposite side of the room.
Temporarily forgetting his troublesome folder in favor of curiously taking in the scene he walked in on, Tatsumi raised one of his noble-born eyebrows at the blushing boy covered in a slimy translucent goo on the floor and the man going into shock from loss of blood due to a large head wound in the corner.
With a slight, nervous start Tatsumi deduced that the paired had reached a compromise in their previous 'no inappropriate touching in the work place' fight. "Sorry…" He started hesitantly, and tried his best to not sound like the jealous ex-lover that Hisoka's empathy was currently pegging him for. "I thought I wouldn't be bothered in here because everyone's scared of that green doughnut… They think it's Watari's" His forced casual tone did little to mask the obvious fluster in his voice. "Um, but it's actually just really old." He finished lamely, at a loss for what to say.
Trying to compose himself as he stood up stiffly, Hisoka was currently too embarrassed to be bothered with the fact that Tatsumi's ambivalent emotions of acceptance and longing were doing somersaults, cartwheel, flips, and other floor exercises across his empathy. The boy was currently too busy ravenously gathering any spare dignity that he could find lying around the room.
Trying to change the topic of the flustered couple alone in the break room, Hisoka nosily cleared the apprehension form his throat. "You seem upset, Tatsumi-san, is something wrong?" The boy mentally growled at his own voice for being an entire octave higher than he would have liked. He quickly hid his everything-embarrasses-me blush by turning his back to the room, walking to the espresso machine and started to make the worlds slowest prepared cup of coffee.
"Yes… something is wrong." Tatsumi started a little apprehensively, but was ultimately happy to be on a more business-like topic. He re-adopted his normally cool manner, and started to look as pompous and overly powerful as ever. "The whole office is in an uproar." He angrily knit his brow in classic frustration of his department. "They think I'm in the process of replacing some of them." He waved the folder around angrily, as though he was trying to shake off an annoyance that was stuck to his hand.
"Why think that would they?" Tsuzuki asked half-conscious, sitting up haphazardly as his healing abilities started to make more blood cells for him and patch up the hole in his head from which the old ones were all escaping.
Tatsumi cringed as he tried to continue the conversation over the disturbing sight of his former partner's skull reforming. Luckily, he turned away from the sight before he had a chance to vomit, and regarded the folder in his hands, remembering the trouble it put him through. Swallowing several times, he re-re-adopted his business poise and continued. "We just got another application for a Shinigami position that doesn't even exist." He vigorously massaged the bridge of his frustrated nose.
Still slightly dazed as he got up to walk over to Hisoka, Tsuzuki ate the green, but apparently safe (just old to the point of changing colors) doughnut he had located on the floor while his brain was mending.
"What's her name?" Hisoka's stomach instantly twisted in a maliciously ominous cramp at the thought of babysitting another Mary Sue and he instantly regretted taking a sip of the bitter, black concoction he had been creating in the corner. His tummy lurched even more as he noticed the gangrenous doughnut being consumed by a mouth he had been very intimate with.
Tatsumi exhaled. "Actually it's a guy…" Tsuzuki and Hisoka sighed their relief in unison, but the boy suddenly sprayed a mouthful of black coffee (turning the green pastry a healthy chocolate brown again) as Tatsumi continued ominously with a 'dun, dun, DUN!' expression on his face, "a guy named… Marty Sam."
Tsuzuki patted his partner's back comfortingly, as the choking boy desperately battled with the coffee that was now denying him usage of his nasal cannels. "I'll go get the fabric softener."
The EndBe a dear and review before this story gets lost in FF.N's archive -smiles-