Chapter 10! Hoho...I was meaning to write this story only until chapter 10 but it seemed my ideas kept flowing out! I can't control them! I'm devoured by them! Enjoy...
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It has been nearly a week since the twin stayed in the hospital. Tsuzuki and Watari did visit occasionally. And today was the day they were going to check out from the hospital. The brothers had finished packing their clothes and were waiting for Tsuzuki to fetch them.
Watari came with Tsuzuki as expected. "You boys ARE twins! You guys even stayed in the hospital for the same cause-surgery!" the blond chuckled to the fact. "That's not funny, sensei," Hisoka glared at him. The teacher stopped laughing but a small smirked was visible on his lips. "Come, let's go. Tatsumi-san's waiting in the car for us," Tsuzuki told them.
Hisoka looked at him. "But, isn't Tatsumi's car a two-seated? How..?"
Tsuzuki waved his index at the boy's face. "Are you forgetting who Tatsumi is? He comes from a wealthy family. I doubt he has only one car!" he explained. Hijiri dropped his jaw. "Tatsumi-sensei? You mean the students' affair supervisor? He comes from a wealthy family?"
Hisoka smirked. "I'll tell you later," he said and patted his brother's shoulders. Hijiri continued to look in disbelief as the other three guided him to the lobby. They reached it and went outside. Tatsumi was waiting for them, leaning against his Porsche.
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"I MISS YOU DEAR HOUSE!" Hijiri rushed into their house and jumped on a couch. Hisoka slapped his forehead. "Do you want to get your bones fractured again, Hiji-chan?" he asked. He closed the door behind him after Tsuzuki entered. The boy looked around. "You cleaned the house, didn't you?"
Tsuzuki turned around and smiled sheepishly at him. "I am your guardian angel, remember? Don't want the dust to get to your asthma," he replied and went straight to the kitchen. "Hey, where you're going?" Hisoka dropped his and Hijiri's luggage and chased after him.
He was surprised to see what he found in the kitchen. Vegetables, fruits and food prepared to be cooked. "What's going on?" Hijiri joined them. "I'm cooking. You guys just got recovered from surgery, don't want to strain you. Just get some rest and when lunch is ready, I'll call you," Tsuzuki answered without looking at them, putting on his apron.
Hijiri chuckled. "And he even brought his own apron," he whispered to Hisoka. "Hait! Then, I'll go and unpack my stuff," Hijiri said and left the room. Hisoka was still standing in the doorway. "Don't worry, Hisoka. I know what I'm doing," Tsuzuki assured him.
"That's what I'm scared of. What exactly are you doing?" Hisoka moved in closer.
Tsuzuki looked at him. "I'm cooking, brat. What else you see I'm doing here?" he replied. The boy gave him a look. "No, idiot! I mean…"
The boy shrugged a bit. Tsuzuki noticed his unfinished question. He stopped chopping and turned around, facing the boy. "You mean why I'm here? The guardian angel?"
Hisoka nodded looking at his feet. Tsuzuki took a deep breath. "Your empathy…it's too much, right?" he asked. The boy lifted his face and stared into the amethyst eyes, looking perplexed. "Is that why you're here? Just because of my empathy? Who sent you anyway?" he replied.
Tsuzuki sighed. "I'm not here just because of your empathy. I'm here because what and how it brings effects to you. I'm here to make you feel better. I'm here for you so you could do things you were unable to do because of the insecurity you feel. Your empathy is preventing you to do what you want to be able to do.
In fact nobody told me to come and see you. I came based on my own will," he continued. Hisoka was overwhelmed by what he had just heard. "What do you mean exactly?"
"I am here to protect you."
Those words echoed in his ears. He could feel his heart pumping in his chest, giving out loud thumping noise. "Protect…me? Why me? Why only me? Why not Hiji-chan too?" he urged for an answer. Tsuzuki put his hands on Hisoka's shoulder. "He already has an angel beside him."
"You mean…he has a guardian angel, too? Where?"
Tsuzuki giggled. He put his one hand on the boy's head. "It's you."
The brunette sitting on the stairs smiled. He clasped his hands tight. His face buried in his own hair. As Hijiri stood up and went to his room, broad smile carved all over his face.
Hisoka spun and realized Hijiri was listening to them all the time. He didn't sense his presence because he always felt it all over the house. But he sensed a light and warm feeling coming from him. Tsuzuki noticed what was going on, quickly changed the topic.
"Right, I have something to tell you guys and it's important. I'll tell you guys at lunch," he said and went back to his cooking. Hisoka looked at his feet and left the room silently.
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"Dou?" Tsuzuki happily waiting for a positive reply from either of the twins. He wondered why the both of them had stoppedmoving since his shrimps went into their mouths.
He waited patiently and happily, still no answer. Hisoka and Hijiri's face had gotten blue but still no physical reaction occurred from them. Tsuzuki thought for a while. 'Hm…they couldn't be dead.And they're not breathing, too. If they did, how come they are still in those positions?'
Hijiri's hand was halted in the air,still holding his chopstick while Hisoka had dropped his chopstick soon after the food entered his mouth. After a while, their neck seemed to moved, a sign of swallowing the food.
They exhaled a loud breath. "Man…that was a long time for you guys to swallow that…"
"IS THIS WHAT YOU CALL AS FOOD? ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL US?" Hisoka pushed back his chair and pointed his chopsticks at his sensei. Tsuzuki leaned back.
"What…do you mean?" Tsuzuki innocently asked. His eyes sparkled in pain and hurt.
Hijiri sighed after drinking his whole glass of water. "Aherm…sensei…did you taste the food when you were cooking?"
Tsuzuki guiltless shook his head. Hijiri sighed. "Sensei…the food tastes rather…out of this world," he told him. "So, you like them?" the teacher asked adoringly, clasping his hands together. He obviously misunderstood what he meant.
"NO, IDIOT! HE MEANT THAT WE NEVER TASTED ANYTHING ABNORMAL AND MALFORMED LIKE THIS!" Hisoka continued to scream.
Tsuzuki pouted his lips. "Well, if you don't like my shrimp, try my cabbage stew?"
"NO WAY!"
"Then, what about my gingered salmon?"
"THE HELL I WOULD EAT THOSE THINGS?"
"Even if they're not delicious, they're still food, Hisoka. Not things."
"Then…I have made a cherry and pineapple pudding. I blended them together…"
A moment of silence. "Hiji-chan, we have cherries and pineapples?" Hisoka asked his brother. "Yeah…I bought them last week and I totally forgotten about them," Hijiri replied and laughed.
"So, that means you'll eat it?" Tsuzuki's eyes began to shine.
"NO, NO AND NO! NO WAY! YOU'RE A BAD COOK!" Hisoka and left the table, still screaming 'Bad Cook' as he reached for the phone. "I'm calling the bento shop, you horrible, petrifying, appalling, awful and dreadful cook!"
The words penetrated every vital organs in Tsuzuki's body, making him knelt to the ground and down in the dumps. "Hidoii...Hisoka…you don't need to use every bad word at me…" he mumbled alone. Hijiri smiled and gladly picked up the plates and threw them away. He didn't want to use the plates because they were already stained with Tsuzuki's cooking. "I'll order another set tomorrow," he said and sat back onto his chair. The Kurosaki was indeed a wealthy family with a royal background.
In 15 minutes, the delivery man arrived with three sets of bento box. "Keep the change," said Hijiri to man. The man watched the single rectangular paper lied on his palms in awe. "But, sir…this is six times than…"
"It's a tip. Thank you," Hisoka blurted and shut the door. A pathetic 'thank you' screaming was heard outside. "Okaa-sama should've left us some change the next time she and otoo-sama go away," he complaint and helped his brother carried a box.
And so, the trio ate away their lunch in an hour or so. Of course, Tsuzuki ate with such sadness in his heart. He kept apologizing for the cooking he made, Hijiri kept saying it was alright and Hisoka kept on tormenting the poor adult with more new vocabulary of harsh words. It seemed like Tsuzuki was completely forgotten about what he wanted to tell the twins.
Hijiri watched the two in front of him. One is torturing and one is tormented. He carved a grin as he watched Hisoka enjoying afflicting his favourite teacher. Deep down in his heart, he was glad. He had grown up and play with Hisoka together but he never saw him that alive. He noticed that Tsuzuki's presence somehow lighten up Hisoka's world where there were just him and Hijiri.
"Doushita, Hiji-chan?" Hisoka noticed his twin wasn't eating. "Nande mo nai," Hijiri replied and continued eating.
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TBC! Yeah...everybody knows how bad Tsuzuki's cooking is...sheesh...