Warning: Lots of little bishies loving each other. Those allergic to overly pretty boys should most likely step away. Also angst, and a little bit of graphic descriptions... later.

Pairing: Tsuzuki x Hijiri x Hisoka. Mainly Hisoka x Hijiri

Disclaimer: If I owned them... Hijiri would be a permanent resident of my room. Sadly, I don't.

A/N: I love Hijiri. Maybe it's because I am also a violinist, but he's just so... I used all my words writing this, so much for being a human dictionary. Here's the next chapter, enjoy! Oh, and a HUGE thank you to my ONE REVIEWER! You rock Hisoka's socks off!

Hisoka: I'm not wearing socks, baka.

Me: o.O ok then...

Gemstones

Chapter Two

Goody-bye: Part Two

He was crying, already missing my fool of a partner. I could feel his sadness, just as much as I could see the pearlescent tears on his face, and I didn't want either to be there. Not on Hijiri, nor on Tsuzuki.

I knew life was unfair, it was something I had been taught from the beginning. Unfair things happened most to those that didn't deserve them. And although I didn't want to admit it, I was also suffering.

Why did Hijiri have to go?

But it wouldn't have been right of me, or anyone, to ask him to stay. The boy was only sixteen, the same as I had been. While I had had my life stolen from me, I would never ask that of another. Hijiri deserved the chance to live, what I never could do. Tsuzuki understood that as well. I could sense his heart warring against his mind, begging his mouth to ask the question, but he didn't want to be a thief, a murder. Neither of us would sink that low, no matter what we felt.

However, the grief that plagued Tsuzuki was different from my own, and Hijiri's too. The man was afraid, fearful with the certainty that he would be forgotten. Once Hijiri returned to his own world, he would resume his life, go to school, make friends; the things expected of a teenager. Tsuzuki assumed that with the regaining of normality, the proclamation of love would cease to mean anything, forgotten as he would be. My partner was wrong, I knew that.

"Hisoka!"

"Ah, Hijiri, there you are. I'll take you home, so we'd better get going," I attempted to smile, praying it didn't appear demonically twisted or psychopathically bent. I didn't smile often, and was rather out of practice. Whenever I tried, had no ability to predict what expression my face formed, and according to Tsuzuki I was better off keeping my face blank.

"Alright..."

No sudden fear or distress, a good sign that I still remembered how to smile, but now was not the time for practicing the making of facial expressions, the Chief would be angry if I wasted too much time. I stepped closer to my dark-haired double, "We'll be flying, so hold on to me tightly," even as I told him this, I wrapped my own arms around him. It felt nice holding Hijiri, as if I was holding a replica of myself.

The flight was brief, sooner than I would have liked we reached our destination. Reluctantly, I ended the embrace I had around him. It wouldn't be the last, I was certain.

"Thank you, Hisoka, for everything," Hijiri was trying to so hard to smile, when he was losing two loves.

"It was what I had to do," it sounded cold, like the majority of the words that left my mouth.

"Could you tell Tsuzuki... good-bye one more time for me?"

"I will, I promise," the conversation was starting to dwindle, flickering and sputtering like a flame about to be killed by a sharp gust of chill wind. I had to be back at the Ministry soon, so there was not much time for extended farewells.

"Well, I guess-"

I prevented him from finishing the good-bye, touching my lips to his in a loving kiss, pressing my feelings into him, with the hope that he could understand. I already knew how he felt, after all.

"Hisoka-?"

"I'll wait for you, Hijiri," I whispered, just loud enough for him to hear, "And I'll make certain Tsuzuki does as well."

With those final words I disappeared, quickly traveling back to the Summonings Department.

Tsuzuki was afraid he would never see Hijiri again, but I knew he would, we both would. I had felt the deep affection the violinist had in his heart, the love that resided there. It was strong enough to last, and until the time came, I would wait eagerly.

To be continued...