Spoilt Dreams
#2 – Pamper Me.
Hisoka put his slippers by his side of the bed and slipped his feet into the bed where Tsuzuki lay, facing the opposite direction. He wondered if he should scold Tsuzuki for last night's dream, however it was quite possible that it was a subconscious thought and that Tsuzuki didn't mean to think that way. After all, he seemed to enjoy eating the desserts more than the fact he was manipulating Hisoka.
Hisoka sighed and reached over to his lamp, turning it off and sliding down under the duvet. A soft, but slightly gruff sound came from Tsuzuki's side of the bed.
"Excuse me…" Tsuzuki whispered with a rather embarrassed tone of voice.
'As if sleeping in the same bed wasn't uncomfortable enough, now he's burping. Errugh,' Hisoka thought, putting his tongue out in the dark. It was a childish thing for him to do, but no one would ever see it.
Hisoka woke up to daylight streaming in through a partially opened curtain. He looked over the bed at his partner, or where he thought he would be. He was greeted by a reflection of his own face, with its eyes shut. He stared for a while, and his reflection seemed to yawn a little, cutesy yawn and open its gorgeous jade eyes wide, to stare back.
"Good morning." It said. It sounded sweet. Absolutely adorable. Laced with sugar.
'This must be another one of Tsuzuki's dreams…' Hisoka thought, rather unimpressed. 'So this time, he's my exact copy, only extremely… Sweet.' This is what he thought, until he sat up, to see someone else on the bed. Another reflection, this time with eyes the colour of grass that lacked light. It lay on the end of the bed, rubbing water from the edge of a tired eye, before pushing itself up to stretch like a cat, yawning with a slightly more scratchy voice to the other.
Hisoka looked over to his right, there at the curtain was another clone of himself, looking at the window. This one turned and smiled in his direction, its eyes a deep aqua, like the waters of a tropical ocean.
"Awake now are we, eh?" It spoke with an Osakan accent. The other clones chirped in unison:
"Yes, senpai!"
'So where is Tsuzuki? He's not that one is he?' Hisoka looked at each of them in case there were any clear clues.
"Hurry up! Hurry up!" The sweet one nagged, tugging on Hisoka's pyjama sleeve.
He got out of bed and followed him into a room, which Hisoka recognised as the bathroom, but inside seemed to be a changing room. The Osakan clone was changing into black leather trousers, a sleeveless black shirt, and a black hooded jacket, rimmed with silver fur; he did so in a matter of seconds. The cat-like clone was changing into a tight brown shirt with cut long sleeves with baggy beige trousers, and as expected, a belt with a tabby-cat tail attached to the back accompanied by a headband with matching tabby-cat ears.
He looked around to see the sweet clone getting help from the Osakan clone in tying a ribbon at the back of a full maid's outfit, complete with headband.
Hisoka felt like yelling at someone, but it seemed wrong to do it at his own clones. They were all hurrying about and cooperating so well with each other, it would be a shame to ruin that, even if it wasn't real.
"Someone help me get these contacts in!" The cat clone called, unscrewing the lid of a contact lens container by a large mirror. The Osakan clone hurried over and proceeded to take the thin clear lenses and place them into the other boy's eyes with a loving gaze.
"Oh, 'Soka-tan, you mustn't dawdle!" The sweet clone squeaked, carrying over a neat square of clothes and putting them into Hisoka's arms. He looked down at them with a look of slight panic.
"Asato-sama will be waiting for us!" The clone added, joining the other two by the mirror. They all watched Hisoka expectantly.
'I suppose I have no choice but to get changed. Then I can find Tsuzuki and force myself out of here.' He started to unbutton his pyjama top, at which point the Osakan clone stepped forward and assisted him. The cat clone untied the bow at the top of his pyjama bottoms and started to pull them down. Hisoka couldn't think of anything to do, other than let them undress him. After his pyjamas were removed, the clones hurried to put a pair of boxers and socks on him, before unfolding a yellow shirt and a pair of jeans that were frayed and tattered at the ends. They threw the yellow shirt on him and carefully did up just four buttons, leaving the top open to expose his chest. The jeans were pulled onto him quite forcefully. They were tight at the top, but after realising this, they suddenly felt comfortable. The finishing touch was a shark tooth necklace which the Osakan clone ceremoniously placed over Hisoka's head and down around his neck, while the two other clones stood at his side, hands together against their chests with looks of delight.
"Now, ain't nobody who could say that we're not ready to go, eh?" The Osakan clone announced rhetorically.
"No! We are perfect for Asato-sama!" Chirped a reply. With this, the cat clone and sweet clone lined up behind the Osakan clone, and he led them out of the room, through the bedroom and out into a hallway. The hallway was very different to the one in reality. It was huge, with an enormously high ceiling and the floor was covered by a red and gold carpet.
Hisoka followed at the back until they came to a double door that reached almost to the ceiling.
The door opened as though by itself and inside at the end of the red carpet was a marble throne, covered in blankets, cushions, pillows and the relaxed form of Tsuzuki. He lay like a dog, arms hanging over an armrest, still asleep. The clones got to work, setting up a table with two cups of tea and a plate of biscuits, and prodding Tsuzuki in the side.
Tsuzuki made a quiet groaning sound, then yawned in an animalistic way, before sitting up and stretching his arms out wide and high. He then rested his hands on his lap and looked down at the table placed in front of him with a content smile.
The sweet clone in his maid's outfit stomped up to Hisoka rather annoyed, took his left hand and roughly escorted him to the throne, where the two other clones assisted him in literally throwing Hisoka onto Tsuzuki's front. Hisoka felt himself blush heavily and looked up to see Tsuzuki's smiling face again. A large, warm hand touched his back and gently stroked it. He felt drowsy and found himself lying against Tsuzuki's chest. It was warm, and the shirt Tsuzuki wore, like Hisoka's, was only buttoned up a little way at the bottom, leaving his chest bare. Hisoka rubbed his cheek against the bare skin and closed his eyes.
'What's the point of this dream?' Hisoka wondered to himself. He opened his eyes at the feeling of something touching his lips, and saw that Tsuzuki was holding a biscuit out for him. He found himself taking a bite, and another, until the biscuit was no longer there. The hand on his back continued to stroke him, while the other reached out and picked up another biscuit. 'So he's feeding me this time?'
Many biscuits and sips of tea later, Hisoka felt very drowsy and was laid down against a cushion-coated armrest, an arm around his back. Seeing that Hisoka had started to fall asleep, the clones gathered around the throne, stroking and petting Tsuzuki and offering a new plate full of biscuits and a mug of warm tea to him. Hisoka could see the image of Tsuzuki being pampered like a spoilt puppy through his closed eyes. Again it disgusted him like the other dream.
'Look at them, treating him like- like he were-! HE DOESN'T DESERVE IT!' Hisoka thought so loudly (if that was possible) that he was sure he spoke the last part in the dream. In an instant he awoke back in the bed, lying on top of Tsuzuki's chest, two strong arms around his torso. He elbowed Tsuzuki hard:
"WAKE UP!" He yelled as he sat up and turned to fume at Tsuzuki's waking face. He yawned and whimpered like a puppy before opening his eyes to see Hisoka's death glare. For a moment he froze, captivated by the huge emerald jewels that stared back at him in the dark, picking up what little light there was.
"Hisok-"
"IDIOT! I'm sick of THIS!" Hisoka screamed in his face, as though he knew what the young boy meant.
Tsuzuki looked fairly confused, what exactly was 'this' anyway?
"Your dreams!" Hisoka said with extreme irritation.
"Huh-eh-AH!" Tsuzuki spluttered as he realised what Hisoka meant. "You…?"
"Last night and now. It's disgusting!"
Hisoka pushed hard on Tsuzuki's stomach as he climbed back over to his side of the bed and pulled the duvet over himself, facing away from Tsuzuki.
"Itete…" Tsuzuki yelped, putting on a very sad apologetic expression, but it was wasted in the dark. "Sorry."
The next day, Tsuzuki was very quiet, and Hisoka found it hard to suppress how pleased he was that he didn't have to visit another café or bakery that day, but it worried him slightly. Tsuzuki didn't seem to be anything. There wasn't any emotion coming from him.
'He's just keeping it in to make me feel guilty.' Hisoka assured himself, 'he'll start to flood me with sad vibes after a bit until I finally let him have sweets.'
At the end of the day, despite doing fieldwork on Earth for an entire afternoon, Tsuzuki hadn't eaten anything.
Author's Notes
This chapter was a lot of fun to write. :3 Each of the Hisoka clones had different looks, and I guess personalities too… And they were acting out the girl's equivalent of the typical 'maid' story. Kinda.
I like the term 'laced with sugar'. I read it a few times in fanfics about Tsuzuki and thought it was just right for a description of something Tsuzuki would love. However! The Hisoka he really seems to love is actually the normal, grumpy, cold Hisoka. :D Yay happy ending. Or not.
It seems it wasn't as one-off as Hisoka thought, so he's had a bit of a yell. Tsuzuki is quite upset by this, SO QUEUE THE EMO:DD YAAAY
The burping bit. Don't ask. I just wanted to see what it was like to have Tsuzuki burp. He just doesn't, it's almost scary. XD Then again, the whole 'perfect body' thing… But surely he does burp! Well, he has now. All that trapped gas in one convenient- OMGWTFBBQ!
Check out my SheezyArt account (with same username) for an illustration of the three Hisoka clones… XP I can't draw Hisoka though, I must warn you.