Stalker 2
Tsuzuki's light knock on Hisoka's bedroom door went unnoticed as a suitcase was forcefully opened and random items were thrown into it. The older man could do nothing by stare and sigh as his partner was throwing a fit over all aspects of their case. When he tried to make a comment to calm him down, he got a pillow in the face. Since then, nearly half an hour ago, he was silent.
Thankfully, Hisoka had calmed down soon after and plopped down face-first on his bed, where he stayed for a while longer, silently. After he was sure he was safe from flying pillows, Tsuzuki moved from the doorway and sat down by Hisoka on his bed.
"You know, the boss is only concerned for your well-being."
The boy mumbled.
"And Watari is just as hard a worker as you are. This case should go by quickly enough!"
Hisoka then propped himself up on his arms and gave Tsuzuki an almost hurt expression.
"Are you saying you don't want me to come with you?"
"No, no! I'm not saying that at all!"
"Well it sure sounds like it."
The boy plopped back down, and Tsuzuki patted his head.
"It's just that I have a bad idea, and I want you to stay out of danger."
"I appreciate your concern, but I'm not a kid."
"I know that…but you do still need some looking after, sometimes."
Hisoka looked up again, this time with a sad expression, more befitting a small child. He was worried, too, but he kept it to himself. Who was Fujisawa? Why did that name sound familiar? And further more, what did he want with him? This he would eventually figure out, but for the time being…
Hisoka threw Tsuzuki a playful scowl.
"So do you, baka."
"Ouch." –sweatdrop-