A/N: And so begins my night of non-stop typing until I am done!
Chapter 8
"Tsuzuki?" Watari said. "What are you doing?"
"Cleaning the floor with my tears," Tsuzuki said. It really was a pathetic sight. The poor guy was on his hands and knees scrubbing away the stains that the falling debris had made and had an apron and a handkerchief on, all the while crying his famous crocodile-tears. This scene reminded Watari of Cinderella. Tsuzuki was, naturally, Cinderella, Terazuma was one of the evil step-siblings since he had obviously enjoyed Tsuzuki's pain while he was there, and Tatsumi was the wicked step-mother, keeping him away from his prince and/or princess, Hisoka.
"You poor thing," Watari said, while trying to hold in his chuckles. He was doing a horrible job.
"It's not funny!" Tsuzuki whined. " I have had the worst day ever! Hisoka didn't get anything for me for Valentine's Day and didn't even seem to care and you made me go shopping on the worst day to go for a good gift and I didn't even find anything and you guys ditched me and then I ran into Muraki and he hit on me again and when I got back here I couldn't get in and when I did I only got to hold Hisoka for five seconds and Terazuma was being a jackass and Tatsumi got mad at me just because I blew up the office and said that if I don't finish I won't be able to see Hisoka and if I don't see Hisoka today then I won't be able to tell him how I feel!"
"Is Muraki still wearing all white?"
"Is that all you have to say!"
"Well, it's just one of the things that bugs me about him! You know, it's been months since Labor Day and he should know that you don't wear white after Labor Day until Easter."
"You don't care about me at all, do you!"
"No, I care about you Tsuzuki! Now, why do you need to tell Hisoka today?"
"Because it's Valentine's Day! Today is the day that makes the most sense to tell someone you love them! Duh, Watari!"
"Oh, of course. Well, why don't you just leave?"
"Huh?"
"The only person making you stay here is Tatsumi. Terazuma seems to have left already, so you could just sneak out, no problem."
"But-!"
"Don't worry, I'll distract him!"
"Distract who?" a voice said from behind them.
"Tatsumi!" Watari clapped his hands and immediately twirled around to face the secretary. "How wonderful to not only hear your voice but to also see your face!"
"What were you two talking about?"
"What? You don't want to have a nice chit-chat with your best 'friend'? You're so cruel, Tatsumi!"
"Why did you just air-quote 'friend'?"
"Oh, ha ha ha! Tatsumi, I have no idea what you're talking about, I didn't air-quote anything! Perhaps you're seeing things, over working can do that to a person! Let's go talk about it in your office, shall we?"
"Watari, I really don-"
"Oh, pi-sha! Everybody has time to relax! Now, come on!" Linking their arms together, Watari pulled Tatsumi into his office as he motioned behind his back for Tsuzuki to leave. Quickly getting the message, Tsuzuki snuck out of the room.
Hisoka quietly walked down the hallway to where Watari had told him Saya and Yuma had gone. To be honest, he didn't want to "take one for the team" as Watari had put it. He was risking his damn dignity! Hisoka was absolutely positive that after he said no more than one word to those girls, he would be tackled and forced into some sort of girl's outfit. This brings us back to the question of WHY they insisted on torturing the poor boy. Hadn't he suffered enough? If he wasn't going to die again because of Muraki, it was going to be because of embarrassment.
Turning a corner into a break room, Hisoka came face to face with the two girls. "Um, hi?" he said. Correction, it was two words. Saya and Yuma squealed before tackling a very pissed off Hisoka to the ground and sitting on him to hold him down.
"Stop squirming!" Yuma said. She was sitting on his upper body while Saya had his legs. "We just wanna negotiate!"
"Negotiate what!" Hisoka snapped.
"What you have to do in order for us to give you the remote!"
"Look, as long as you don't mess with Tsuzuki, I don't care!"
"You should! We have currently stationed fifty cupids outside the entire building, and have control over one hundred more. Until midnight, they will hunt down whoever we want them to, which includes you!"
Why the hell did Watari make a hundred and fifty fucked up cupids! Hisoka thought."Son of a bitch."
"Yep!" Saya said. "And unless you don't want to do something you'll regret tomorrow, you should do as we say!"
"Fine. What do you want?"
"Just one itsy-bitsy, teensy-weensy, tiney-winey little favor."
"What?"
The girls exchanged the happiest grins ever created.
Let's see, Tsuzuki thought. I've already checked all of the obvious places he could have gone and the entire first floor and half of the second. Where could he be?
"Tsuzuki!" a voice echoed through the halls. Yuma made her presence known and said, "Come look! We got you a Valentine's Day present!"
"That's sweet," Tsuzuki said, "but I'm in a hurry."
"Don't worry, it's quick!" Yuma promptly ran to Tsuzuki and, taking his arm, pulled him to a nearby break room. "Hang on, close your eyes, mister!"
"Okay!" Tsuzuki had absolutely no problem with this. It was pretty fun, as long as it was quick, and closing your eyes added to the excitement.
"Alright, now, open them!"
Taking his hands away, Tsuzuki's face changed from his normal smile, to that of a child who had just been given the Christmas mother load. He was standing only two feet away from his favorite fantasy: Hisoka in a school girl's uniform. He was even more beautiful than Tsuzuki could have ever thought in his spare/entire time. The uniform was a short sleeved top, white with a blue sailor collar, two thin blue stripes at each sleeve, and a red bow on the chest. The skirt was blue with two thin white stripes at the bottom and, much to Tsuzuki's joy, came just above the knee. He had on knee high stockings with adorable Mary Jane shoes, and to bring it all together, there were two pink ribbons in his hair. To sum it all up, Hisoka looked stunning.
He also looked embarrassed beyond belief. It wasn't so much an angry embarrassment, but just regular embarrassment. He was looking to the side and holding part of his skirt together so it wouldn't easily blow upwards in case of a breeze. Of course, to Tsuzuki this just made the scene even cuter. To him, Hisoka looked like a nervous girl about to give her big crush some special Valentine's Day chocolate that he had made just for him (meaning himself).
"Um, Ts-Tsuzuki?" Hisoka would quietly say.
"Yes?" I would answer after putting my book down.
"I… I made these for you." Hisoka would quickly hand me the chocolates and look away, too embarrassed to say anything more. I would take them, but then put them down on my desk and take Hisoka in my arms.
"Thank you, Hisoka. I love them."
Confused, Hisoka would say, "Tsuzuki! What are you doing?"
"Thanking you, of course."
Slowly, I would close my eyes and-
"You IDIOT!" Hisoka yelled, before hitting Tsuzuki across the head. He was now angry embarrassed. Very angry embarrassed. "What the hell was that just going through your mind! I'm only dressed like this so those two will hand over the damn remote that supposedly controls some stupid cupids Watari made!"
"Oh yeah!" Saya said. "Here you go!" She then tossed the PS2 cordless controller into Tsuzuki's lap as he nursed his wound.
"Hey, I remember this!" Tsuzuki said. "Watari made this about three years ago, but he never used it. How does it work?" Thinking that it wasn't turned on, Tsuzuki pressed the "start" button.
"HOLY CRAP, NO!" Yuma screeched. But it was too late. Unknown to Tsuzuki and Hisoka, he had just activated every cupid in the building. One that was hanging from the ceiling nearby suddenly had glowing pink eyes and slowly turned to where Tsuzuki and Hisoka were.
Pointing its arrow at the two, a deep voice came from it saying, "Locked on target."
"Run, damnit!" Saya and Yuma yelled.
Grabbing Hisoka and throwing him over his shoulder, Tsuzuki high tailed it out of there right after it shot its little arrow, while Saya and Yuma jumped out the window.
"Put me down, damnit!" Hisoka kept shouting as Tsuzuki kept running.
After turning a corner, though, he came face to face with about twenty cupids. Turning around, there were twenty more marching towards him. Looking both ways while jogging in place and looking like he really needed to use the bathroom, he noticed a janitor's closet and rushed inside, closing the door right when they shot their arrows. The only sound was a repeated thumping noise as the arrows hit the door.
A/N: Meh, okay ending, I guess. It could be better. Oh, and don't look to much into the whole trapped in the closet thing… heh heh… R. Kelly… is that how you spell his name? I don't know, I just know about his "Trapped in the Closet" videos. Hell, I don't even know if that's what they're called! Onto chapter 9!