Chapter 5

Hisoka was annoyed. Who wouldn't be? He was stuck in his office without a book to read! Tatsumi wouldn't let anybody leave (even though Hisoka had finished his work long ago) just to make sure "certain people" who didn't word on this day were kept out.

I bet Tatsumi is doing this so I'll do Tsuzuki's work, Hisoka thought as he looked out the window at nothing in particular. I'm starting to agree with Tsuzuki on him being a tyrant.

Thinking of Tsuzuki brought up a familiar question: Where was the idiot? Watari, Wakaba, and he hadn't been back for the past four hours. Hisoka would have never admitted this next part, but he was starting to miss Tsuzuki. It was increasingly dull without the guy running around trying to avoid his paper work and forcing some nasty sweet crap into his mouth.

Hisoka shuddered at the thought of digesting as much sugar in one month as his partner did in one day. How on earth can his body stand it? Hisoka pondered. Surely he eventually gets sick of the stuff. There is no way a human can consume all of – wait; Tsuzuki's not a regular human. And I take it he burns all of it off on the missions. He's in pretty good shape. At least on the outside. Most likely he's got a high metabolism, as well. But still, if he's been eating like that for the 80-odd years he's been working here, there has to have been some medical problems, or at least a cavity! Maybe the library has a book-

"I wanna talk about me-eeee!"

Hisoka was snatched from his thoughts by some crap on the radio. "What the hell is that?" he asked.

Terazuma had been the one to turn it on, so he answered, "I don't know. It's what the radio was turned to and I can't change it. It's stuck or something."

"Then turn it off," Hisoka said as calm as possible.

"I need something to listen to! This silence is deafening!"

"Whatever." Hisoka wasn't in the mood to argue with Terazuma over something as little as music. But the song was country and its lyrics were selfish sounding. It was some guy singing about his girlfriend and the chorus was him saying how he wanted to talk about himself. Hisoka found it quite egotistic. He thought that if he were on a date, he wouldn't want the guy to talk about himself the whole time. Did I just think GUY? Hisoka immediately shook the idea from his head. But what was odd was that his mind at once went to Tsuzuki and wondering where the hell he was because if he were here, he wouldn't let Terazuma force him to listen to country.

He was about to get part of his question of Tsuzuki's location as Watari and Wakaba made their way to the office. They had given up after they had looked in all of the non-Tsuzuki-but-pro-Hisoka places they could think of, so they decided to go back to the ministry to see if he had gone into Hisoka with-drawl and went to where his prey, er, love was.

Once there, it didn't take long for them to discover all of the precautions their coworkers had taken. "What the hell?" Watari said.

"What's the problem?" Wakaba asked from behind him.

"I just unlocked the door and yet it won't open. It's like there's something in front of it. Hey!" Watari began to beat against the door in hopes of getting someone's attention.

"What?" an annoyed Terazuma answered.

"Hajime-chan!" Wakaba said. "It's Watari and me! We can't get in!"

"That's because there's a desk in front of the door! Hang on."

The two, not at all confused by the explanation, waited patiently as they heard a loud scraping sound. However, they also heard Tatsumi say, "What are you doing?"

"Letting Kannuki in."

"No you're not, she's not allowed in here today. And I assume that Watari and Tsuzuki are with her?"

"Well yes," Watari said, "and no. Isn't Tsuzuki in there with you?"

"No, what made you think he would be? Kurosaki said he left with you so shouldn't he be with you now?"

"We lost him at Hallmark and since we couldn't find him anywhere else, we figured he had started to miss Hisoka and came back here."

"Well, he didn't… Why were you three at Hallmark? Aren't aware of how expensive their items are? Their cards alone can be up to ten dollars!"

"Uh-huh. You know, this conversation would be a lot easier if you would just let us in."

"No. Not even Wakaba can be trusted today."

"Hey!" Terazuma shouted. "Don't put her on those idiots level!"

"I'm not. I'm just saying that on holidays, she is just as likely to plot something like Saya and Yuma."

"Oh! So now you're putting her on the same level as crazy people!"

"Hajime-chan, calm down!" Wakaba said.

"I need a smoke!"

"Make sure to open a window!" Tatsumi said. As for you two, Tsuzuki is not here so you can go home. I will send your work to your houses to do tonight. Now, good day."

"Tatsumi? Tatsumi!" Watari yelled, once again, banging on the door. "Tatsumi, let us in! Wait a minute, Hisoka! You're in there, right? Open the door! And what the hell is playing? Is that country? Good gods, man, what are they doing to you? Hisoka? Hisoka!"

Hisoka was in the office, but he was trying to block out Watari in order to focus on Tsuzuki's work. He had gotten fed up with not having anything to do so he had decided to give Tsuzuki a break and do some of the slacker's work. Not all, mind you. Just some.

"There you are!" Saya exclaimed from behind the two, causing them to jump. Turning around, she shouted down the hall, "Yuma! I found them! But they're Tsuzuki-less!"

"Really?" Yuma shouted with her head poking around a corner. "Where is he?"

"I don't know, let me ask! Where's Tsuzuki?"

"We lost him at Hallmark," Wakaba explained.

"Oh. They lost him at Hallmark!"

"Hallmark!" Yuma repeated. "But we were just at Hallmark! And Eckerd's! Speaking of which, Watari! Wakaba! Come look at what we got!"

Making their way around the corner (with Saya pulling them), Watari and Wakaba were met with the holy grail of Valentine's Day decorations.

A/N: I hope that everybody liked it and that there weren't any mistakes. Now for a comment from my friend who claims to like both me and Yami no Matstuei but has yet to read my story!

Keir: I 3 Kalili a lot!

Kalili: TT yeah…. You know what to do!

Keir::fully intends to read said story while pretending to write her Chemistry paper: