When I dream
By Katia-chan
A/N: Thanks all for reading, just an fyi for all the readers of "Life After death," the story is very temporarily on hold for computer repair reasons, and for the reason of when my computer crashed I lost the nearly completed chapter! Rewriting is currently in motion, gomen!
Anywho, thanks to all for reviewing my first YnM story, it means a lot!
I had a comment about Hisoka's oocness, and I'm sorry! In this story he will be a little ooc at moments, and sometimes it will be my own ignorance. I hope it is not too bad. If it's really bothering you then just drop me a flame, I'm cold, but if you do flame, make it constructive, that's all I ask.
Enjoy!
The morning found Tsuzuki lying awake in bed, and Hisoka beside him sleeping like a baby. The night's events had robbed Tsuzuki of what little peace he had. Hisoka's revelation of his peek into the darker side of Tsuzuki's dreams greatly worried the older shinigami. The thing that worried him most was, for him, roses were not exactly the kindest symbol in his mind.
"Will you stop tossing?" Hisoka stirred beside him and sighed, cutely sleepily irritated.
"Gomen," Tsuzuki sighed, lying still until Hisoka had fallen back asleep. Then he carefully and silently slid out of bed, leaving behind his pillow in his place incase Hisoka needed something to grab.
After making himself some coffee he left his apartment, leaving a note for Hisoka, if the kid ever woke up. His nightmares sometimes had a draining effect on his energy, so a few times he had had to stay home from work. This rarely happened, but sometimes Tsuzuki guessed, the mental effort to wake and retreat from that little hell took a lot out of Hisoka. 'My dreams are going to start doing that to me too if I get another night of sleep like that.' He grumbled all the way down the hall until he realized he didn't know who to go talk to.
Tetsumi might kill him if he woke him this early, it being 4 in the morning and all. Watari was probably up, since he doubted the scientist ever slept. So, his mind made up he headed for the lab.
Appaun reaching it he hesitated at the door when he heard a small explosion and Watari cursing softly. He shook his head and knocked on the door. "You still alive in there Watari?" There was a scuffling, an angry hoot and then the cheerful call of welcome.
"Nope, not last time I checked, come on in." He chuckled at the ancient humor and slipped into the pit Watari called a laboratory. The boxes and crates gave it the look of a shipping and storage room, but he didn't care, simply took a seat on the nearest box, promptly jumping up again as something under him squawked and fluttered and clawed.
"Ah!" Watari looked over at him and grimaced.
"The bird's fault, go on!" The bird gave Tsuzuki another angry look and fluttered away into a corner. "So, besides sitting on my wild life, what brings you here this early?" Tsuzuki was on the verge of answering, but the happy contented look on Watari's face made him unable to ruin what seemed to be a good morning for the scientist.
"Oh nothing, just up and bored." Watari narrowed his eyes at him and frowned.
"The dark circles and lines around your eyes don't suggest you were just UP." Tsuzuki shook his head airily.
"Nope, just didn't sleep well, nothing more. The scientist looked skeptical, but apparently decided to push it no further, for which Tsuzuki was grateful. "Well, I won't waste anymore of your time, thanks for the chat."
"Leaving so soon?" He shrugged, trying to cover his awkwardness.
"You look busy, and it looks like something's about to blow, see you!" He made a dive for the door as Watari dove for the bubbling test tube. He had just slid out of the lab and slammed the heavy door when there was another boom and a hooting that sounded suspiciously like laughter, and Watari's irritated remarks to the bird.
He felt like such a coward for not doing what he had set out to do, but Watari, though he might understand, didn't need to be dragged into the shadowed side of his dreams, let him think Tsuzuki dreamed of cakes, and that his imprisonment inside himself had produced no recurring nightmares. Watari and a lot of people would be considerably happier for the ignorance.
He sighed, there was really no one he would prefer to talk to about this. Meraki was the only one who knew his past, and he'd spend an eternity in hell before he would tell that son of a bitch that the torment he had put Tsuzuki through was slowly filtering into Hisoka. He returned to the room to find his partner wrapped around his pillow, not looking as if he'd let go any time soon. He climbed back into bed and gently but firmly tugged the pillow out of Hisoka's grasp.
"Ass hole," Hisoka muttered, grabbing Tsuzuki instead. He looked at his young partner, and hoped beyond all hope that the boy's dreams stayed peaceful, because he had never known the thorny flower to bring anything but blood and pain.
He shifted and tried to get comfortable to catch the last few hours of sleep he could get. The cover slipped from Hisoka's shoulder as Tsuzuki got comfortable, and what he saw there made the blood freeze in his veins.
On the back of his shoulder, amid the red tattoo of Hisoka's bitter need for revenge was a tattooed rose that he knew hadn't been there before. The tattoo showed a medium sized and very delicate white rose, with a crimson point in the center. That was odd, since Roses usually didn't look like that. Then the crimson center began to shift. He pressed is finger to it, and when he pulled it away there was something warm and sticky on his hand.
He stared in horror as Hisoka's blood trickled slowly from the center of the tattoo. He trembled as, far in the recesses of his mind he heard the word that had echoed through his imprisonment over and over again, accusing him with his own lips.
"Murderer!"
A/N: Well, another sad little chapter here! They are only short because I have no idea where this is going, gomennnnnnnnn!
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Katia-chan