Could this be love?

Chapter 5

Author's notes: Welcome to chapter five! Well, six if you include the prologue. I finally got around to updating this one; I've been so busy thinking of stuff for my other story that this one sort of became obsolete. Too bad ripped the old "Right Here in my Arms" down; I lost all of those old reviews. It's kind of sad. At any rate, I hope that the people that read this before will find the new title name… and continue reading this! Yay; so, book number… eight was it? Came out last month… the one with Muraki and Tsuzuki on the cover… uh, there are only three left after that one! Oh, nooooo! They go into the Shikigami's lives and such haven't read any of them yet. Sadly, I still cannot and probably won't ever be able to read Japanese. Anyway, on with chapter five (six)!

Tsuzuki woke up bright and early the next morning, finding that Hisoka was still next to him sleeping soundly.

He looks so relaxed…Tsuzuki smiled at the though.

Tsuzuki placed a gentle kiss on Hisoka's cheek before carefully sliding out of bed. He padded over to the bathroom, intending to take a nice hot shower before waking Hisoka up. It was still plenty early; they wouldn't need to be into work for another few hours. Tsuzuki turned on the water, letting it heat up before stepping under the jets of hot water. He let the water trail over his body, relaxing the muscles in his shoulders where most of the tension built up.

After washing his hair, Tsuzuki turned off the water, sliding the shower curtain aside. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, using a smaller one to dry his hair with. He smirked, remembering that Hisoka was still asleep. Grinning evilly, he opened the door to the bathroom, stepping out.

Hisoka was awakened by the sound of screeching tires against the pavement, as a loud horn blast from one pissed off driver sounded outside of his window. Quickly grabbing for his pillow he shoved it over his head, effectively (for now) blocking out all outside sounds.

Reaching out blindly for the man next to him-Hisoka brought out a hand from his sanctuary of blankets-hitting the mattress. He pulled the pillow off of his head, looking over to where Tsuzuki had been. Not here… He thought somberly. Hisoka sighed, turning around to sit up, rubbing one of his eyes trying to push away the sleep that clouded his mind.

He hadn't heard the bathroom door open, "Hey, you're up. Morning, sunshine."

Hisoka turned his head looking over at Tsuzuki. Who, by the way, didn't do a very good job of towel drying himself, and was still very wet. Towel still left on his head. But Hisoka didn't mind. 1 In fact, his eyes were following a drop of water down Tsuzuki's chest. Tsuzuki smirked, "No, don't look, I'm naked!" He crossed his arms in front of his chest hiding his nonexistent boobs.

Hisoka, effectively sucked out from naked Tsuzuki land, raised an eyebrow at towel head over there. "Uh… what?" Tsuzuki laughed.

"Just kidding," He winked at Hisoka, "I was going to wake you up, but I guess that's not happening." Tsuzuki pulled the towel off of his head, throwing it in the bathroom. It landed with a dull, wet plop on the tiled floor.

"And just how were you planning on waking me up this time?"

Tsuzuki put on his best innocent face, "I was going to jump on you!"

Hisoka blinked, "Maul me, is more like it."

"Ha-ha, I wasn't going to maul you… just jump on you…" Tsuzuki mumbled the last part, "Have my way with you."

"What was that last part?"

Tsuzuki blinked, "What last part? I didn't hear anything," He turned to the closet next to him, "Did you?"

The closet didn't answer. "See, Satoshi agrees we didn't hear anything."

Hisoka sighed, "Sure…"

An awkward silence followed, and Tsuzuki cleared his throat, padding over to the bed again. Hisoka moved over a little, and Tsuzuki climbed in next to him. "So, anyway I want sex now, Hisoka."

"What?" Hisoka glared at Tsuzuki.

"Kidding… again." Ha-ha… damn! He's not willing enough. Tsuzuki inner voice, on the other hand, disagreed.

"Right… uh, what time is it, Tsuzuki?"

Tsuzuki shrugged, "Probably about six o'clock now."

"Oh," Hisoka lay back down, turning over back to Tsuzuki, "Good, then I'm going back to sleep."

"But Hisokaaa," Tsuzuki whined, "I wanna play."

Hisoka shrugged, "You have hands, take care of that yourself, I'm tired." He pulled the covers up more, ignoring the pleading Tsuzuki.

Tsuzuki ripped the towel around his waist off, pulling Hisoka in his direction. He quickly straddled Hisoka, who blinked in confusion at the sudden tug. He glared up at Tsuzuki.

"If you don't get off, I'll hit you."

Tsuzuki smirked, "Aw, come on, don't be like that, Hisoka." Tsuzuki leaned down to kiss Hisoka, who resisted at first but melted into the kiss. He wrapped his arms around Tsuzuki's neck, pulling him closer.

Tsuzuki pulled away, "See," He winked at Hisoka, "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"No, it wasn't." Tsuzuki smiled, victory was his… or so he thought, "Now get off before I get out my good Tsuzuki beating stick out."

"Ha-ha… what?" Tsuzuki pouted, "Awh, but-" Hisoka narrowed his glare, effectively cutting Tsuzuki off. "If looks could kill, Hisoka, there would probably be a giant hole through my face… you're really scary…"

Tsuzuki grinned, moving his attention over to Hisoka's neck. Lightly kissing the smooth skin there, 2 before darting his tongue out to taste the tantalizing milky-white tissue.

"Hey, what are you…" But all protests were cut off as Tsuzuki bit down, hard enough to draw blood. He licked the red drops, just as soon as appearing they disappeared again as the mild wound healed.

The phone ringing cut off their little game, and Tsuzuki sighed. Lifting his head, he glared at the phone… maybe if he tried hard enough it would implode… and stop the damn ringing. Hisoka was gazing up at Tsuzuki, debating whether he should answer it instead.

"Tsuzuki?" Hisoka placed a hand on Tsuzuki's shoulder.

"Hm?" Tsuzuki turned his attention towards Hisoka.

"Are you going to answer that?" Hisoka glanced at the phone.

"Uh… yeah." Tsuzuki reached over to the night side table, grabbing the phone off of the charger, clicking it on. "Hello?" It was probably the same person from yesterday, he couldn't ignore them forever. He moved off of Hisoka, sitting beside him. Hisoka waited patiently for Tsuzuki to finish before asking who it was.

"No, don't touch that! Ack! It's gonna fall!" A loud crashing sound came from the background… Tsuzuki looked at the phone, questioningly, before placing it back by his ear.

"Uh… hello?"

"Grr! You're going to pick that up. Oh, hello? Ha-ha… sorry! Hi, Tsuzuki! It's Watari."

"Err… hi, Watari, what's up?"

"Well, I didn't know whether I should try Hisoka's house or yours, but luckily for me you picked up! Anyway, I called to tell you that Tatsumi is well, kind of angry…"

"Yeah? At who?"

"You, Tsuzuki."

"Me? What'd I do?"

"Well, apparently when we went to Hiroshima the other day, our budget got out of hand, and uhm… our expenses are… well, how should I say this? Dangerously high, and you skipped work yesterday."

Tsuzuki sighed, "Does that mean no more pie?"

"Probably…" Watari sighed.

"Did you call yesterday?" Tsuzuki asked.

"Err, yes… I did."

"Oh…"

"Oh, shh! Here he comes!"

"Who?" Tsuzuki asked, confused.

"Shh!"

Tsuzuki blinked, looking at the phone once again thinking it would help him understand the situation a little better. Listening patiently to the mumble conversation between Watari and Tatsumi. I think he put the phone down…

"Hello, Tatsumi… how's it going?"

"Don't 'how's it going' me… look at this bill!" Tatsumi shoved a piece of paper in Watari's face.

"Err-" Watari grabbed it, moving it a bit farther away from his face so it was legible. "Your expenses at the Nakagima hotel are… yikes, 100,000 yen!" Watari backed up from Tatsumi a little. "Now, Tatsumi… don't be mad…"

"Oh, I'm not mad… I'll just end it all now… and make the problem of my debt disappear." Tatsumi didn't seem to be kidding this time… "I'll just kill you all and run this place myself! That way, no money will be spent… ever!"

"Uh-oh…." Watari backed up a little more; running into a desk behind him… piled high with experiments gone past, trinkets of sorts and what not. Watari grabbed the phone, "I'm going to have to call you back and Tsuzuki you might want to get down here ASAP… Tatsumi's lost his marbles this time, see ya!" The phone clicked off on the other line, and Tsuzuki paused a minute before turning off his phone, too.

"Uh…"

Hisoka cocked his eyebrow, "What did Watari want?"

"I'm not exactly sure… I think me and him owe Tatsumi a whole boatload of money."

"You mean from that obscene trip a few weeks back? I told you not to spend all of your money and then some."

Tsuzuki pouted at Hisoka, "I know but we had to get the apple pie! It was sooo good; we should go back there! I'll take you with me this time, too!"

Hisoka rolled his eyes, "No, thanks… I don't do field trips."

"Wha-… it's not a field trip, it's a vacation!"

"Same thing…" Hisoka pulled back the covers getting out of bed.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"To get dressed." Hisoka dashed into the bathroom before further protests from the cash monster of doom were spouted.

Finally, after much protest from Tsuzuki, they reached the Ministry of Hades only forty-five minutes late. This time…

Hisoka dragged Tsuzuki down the halls leading to chief Konoe's office. "No, Hisoka… I don't want to go in." Hisoka pushed Tsuzuki into the closed door, who resisted trying to hold himself back.

"You are going to go in there and explain why we are so late!" Hisoka shouted, getting very annoyed, shoving Tsuzuki. As he pushed and shoved, one wanting the other to go in, while the other protested rather loudly, the door swung open causing them both to fall in.

"I see you're finally here… both of you." Hisoka had landed on Tsuzuki, and Tsuzuki had banged his head on the floor. "Ow…"

Hisoka got off Tsuzuki, offering him a hand up. When they were both on their feet Tsuzuki turned to the Chief. "You didn't have to open the door, you know…"

Konoe glared at Tsuzuki, "You would have never come in if I hadn't."

Tsuzuki shrugged, "So?"

Hisoka elbowed Tsuzuki in the side, "Show some respect, will you?"

"Ow…" Tsuzuki frowned, "'Sokaaaa, you're so mean to me!"

Hisoka rolled his eyes, "Shut up…"

The Chief sighed, "So what's the story this time, Tsuzuki… why are you late, again?"

Tsuzuki froze, "Uh…"

"Kurosaki… why are you late?"

"Because of him, sir…"

Tsuzuki turned to Hisoka, "Hey, uh-uh… I didn't do anything."

Hisoka glared at Tsuzuki, "Oh, really?"

Tsuzuki shrugged, putting on that genuine evil smirk again. Heh, heh…

"Well, we were only late because you wouldn't give me some lovin' all I asked for was a quickie, that's all!"

Hisoka's eyes widened, "What…" Hisoka blushed furiously. "Tsuzuki!"

Tsuzuki nodded, "Hey… you're the one that wanted me to explain why we were late."

Hisoka grabbed Tsuzuki's arm tugging him out of the office. "Whoa, where are we going, 'Soka?" Hisoka didn't answer him, and kept right on dragging Tsuzuki down the hall. Tatsumi's office was in their direction, and Tsuzuki noticed.

"Uh… why are we going this way?"

Still no answer. "'Soka! I don't want to go see Tatsumi!"

"Too bad…" Hisoka swiftly opened the door to Tatsumi's office.

"Oh, come on, 'Soka… don't be mad." He shoved Tsuzuki inside, closing the door behind him.

"Oh, Tsuzuki, there you are!" Hisoka stalked down the hallway, leaving Tsuzuki at the mercy of Tatsumi.

Today was going to be a good day.

1 Nyahahaha! Sorry! Ha-ha…(coughs)

2 'No' is not in his vocabulary, apparently. No means… I didn't hear you say it.

Author's notes: That's it, folks. That's all I've got for now. Currently: Complete. Might be a sequel one day~