Author's Notes :
Okay, I've set myself the challenge to write a Yami no matsuei fanfic that is short and fluffy! I'm already failing on the short part…!
My attempt at fluff - trying to write something less angsty / horror and more light romance / comedy - so hard! lol XD Please review pretty please and thank you! 3 ;) :D
Disclaimer :
I do not own Yami no Matsuei. **bows to Yoko Matsushita-sama**
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Hisoka looked out the window, watching his partner, who had stepped outside to take a break. The pink petals falling from the cherry trees looked like pink snow blowing in the breeze. In the distance, the boy could just barely see the form of Tatsumi, sitting very straight beneath the trees with an antique tea set laid out on a small table in front of him.
As usual, he was drinking tea during his break in his usual spot under the largest cherry tree. As usual, Tsuzuki was going to meet him.
Hisoka watched his partner shed the black trenchcoat he usually wore and sit down on a little chair to join the other shinigami. Tatsumi always just happened to have two teacups instead of one…
Tsuzuki had been meeting Tatsumi for tea ever since Hisoka had arrived in Meifu, but now he was going more frequently… several times each week… sometimes every day… for the past several months now.
Hisoka frowned. He had been observing his partner closely ever since what happened in Kyoto, and something was beginning to become clear.
He watched Tatsumi gently wipe away the tears he knew were in Tsuzuki's eyes… Tsuzuki still felt guilty about every life he had to take, even when he was simply taking an assigned soul from someone on the list. Oh, he internalized it well, kept his shields up, almost never opened up to Hisoka about how much pain he felt whenever anyone died… but he talked to Tatsumi.
He trusted Tatsumi.
In fact, whenever Hisoka probed his partner's feelings, he could sense more than just trust and caring coming from the purple-eyed man. Tsuzuki loved Tatsumi… maybe more than even he knew!
But Hisoka was certain of that fact. The one who was more difficult to read was Tatsumi. The shadow master was always so carefully in control of himself that Hisoka could never get a clear reading from him, despite his empathic abilities. Whenever he tried, Hisoka could sense only a carefully measured feeling of complete calm emanating from the man.
Tatsumi was a workoholic. He was also extremely private and incredibly tightly wound. He kept an iron-clad grip on his own emotions, which was understandable, due to his mastery of shadows, but he also kept so many barriers around himself…
Hisoka gritted his teeth. Yes, Tatsumi was oblivious to Tsuzuki's feelings.
Tatsumi was cold. Everyone knew that he was cold… an ice prince. Most of the time, people assumed that he didn't have emotions, but Hisoka knew better. He knew that the older shinigami simply buried his own emotions in order to focus on others.
"Sometimes, I wonder if he lets himself feel anything at all…" Hisoka muttered to himself.
The secretary kept himself busy with work and numbers. He stayed at his desk, using it as a shield. He even wore that immaculate brown suit like a suit of armor! His intuitive shields were impenetrable. He was completely closed off from the emotions of others!
Green eyes narrowed.
"I wish he could feel what I can. Maybe it would be good for him," muttered the teenager to himself. And with that, he turned on his heel and headed in the direction of Watari's lab.