Author's note: Hi guys! Watari didn't blow up my house!
Watari: But the kitchen looks pretty bad…
Me: I will kill you, you know!
Watari: But I have found out something very serious! If boh is left in that body for more than a couple of days then he will be stuck that way forever!
Me: That means I will have to send you back?
Watari: Please do so…
Me: Alright, I'll think about it. But for now do the disclaimer!
Watari*sighs, with a broom in his hand*: Hai… She doesn't own us, or Yami no Matsuei!
Chapter 3
Tsuzuki POV
And Hisoka said I would poison the girl. No way! She ate the whole plate of spaghetti with my special yoghurt and garlic sauce, the one I've been trying to improve, and said that it was delicious! Only after that she locked herself in the bathroom. That's strange ... Hisoka got angry with me again. What else could happen tonight?
I sat on the couch in the living room in poor spirits. But then Soka-chan came up to me and asked:
«You still don't understand that cooking - is not your thing?»
«But HIsoka,» - I whined. – «Masaru-san said she liked it ...»
«Well,» - currently, a girl, he covered his eyes with his hand. – «Maybe that is the reason why she isn't coming out of the bathroom?»
«What if something happened inside? What if the murderer?»
«I would feel someone's presence,» - my partner shrugged, looking into my eyes, and shifting closer to me. Sometimes I wish I could get upset with Hisoka, but I can't. So why does he always act so differently from his age? If I were in his place, if I had died at his age, I would ...Oh! I would ask everyone to treat me to some ice cream! And sweets to! Ah, that would be great! But this boy, now girl, he is different ... He behaves as if he is an adult! This doesn't suit such a child as he is...
«I can read your thoughts, Tsu!»
«No you cannot!»
«Sometimes I can ... So don't call me a child!»
«Buuut...»
«No Tsu! I will always be like this ... 16 year old teenager. Imagine what that is like! That my whole life I will be referred to as "kid"? And I would like you to about 100... So I don't even want to think about it, and you constantly remind me of that»
«Gomen ...» - I whispered, lowering my gaze. Hisoka shook his head, without words saying that it was okay. Still he looked sad after he had said this, and I felt sorry for him. And it's true. Eternity, in his body. I don't envy such a fate. But on the other hand he had a choice. Or not? Damn! Too many thoughts!
«Sorry, that was not so long ... eeeem ... I was in the shower!»
«Without water, two hours?» – Hisoka raised an eyebrow, critically
«I climbed into the tub ...» - Masarа was clearly trying to hide her embarrassment.
«So Tsu-kun really did poison you!»
«Hisoka ... You're so mean!»
«Yup, you love me for that. Right?»
His words caused me to blush. Yes, it was our legend, but what I really hoped on was that Hisoka didn't read my heart that deep, to find out that it was true. I do love him, even if he is a meanie to me. If only he could answer my feelings, I would be on seventh heaven. But if he makes fun of me like this, then I won't hold on for long...
«Well, yeah ... I am a masochist!»
«Tsuzuki-san!» – Masara jumped away from me, surprised.
«It's a joke! Joke!» – I yelled, turning beet red. Soka-chan suddenly smiled:
«And for a moment I believed you there!» - I have never seen him so amused. Maybe he uses his empathy to capture our emotions? No, I don't find this funny at all! But then, I finally got him to smile and laugh and that lifts some of the pain in my heart for sure. Oh that Hisoka!
«Nooo!»
«You're just like a child!»
Masara giggled and went to her room, returning about five minutes later, holding something in his hands. She sat on the floor and laid out everything in front of her. Hisoka sat down beside her, brushing some hair out of his eyes, and began to examine the items. Tray, teapot with cups. Forks, spoons, and all of them looked different ...
«Do you know how to serve tables?» - She asked my companion.
«What is there to know? A spoon for tea, coffee. And a fork for dessert ...» He shrugged.
Masara and I reproachfully looked at him. Even I, as a constant visitor of cafés, knew that there were different forks and all. Masaru shook her head and began to explain what is served and how. My girl partner looked at everything very carefully, trying to remember everything. It was visible on his/her face.
«Can you pour tea?»
«Yes, I do...»
«Well, Hisoka-chan, get up! Show how you will carry the whole order on a tray. It will be good training for tomorrow.»
He picked up the tray and ... almost dropped it! The cups, teapot, small plates, all tumbled of the silver oval and I fell off the sofa in an attempt to catch them. Getting up and putting everything back on the tray, I gave Hisoka a pat on the shoulder.
«Don't be so nervous. Don't hurry. But at the same time don't go too slow.»
«I'll try. You go to the dinner table, and I'll brew and bring tea. Especially after Tsuzuki's food, tea is a must!»
«Thanks, Soka-chan!» Shining him one of my brightest smiles I, thankfully, watched him head towards the kitchen door, still struggling to balance the tray on one hand.
Hisoka POV
All this turned out quite difficult. I made tea, put it on the tray and held it up. It was kind of heavy, but I just had to cope. It seemed like such a small thing ... I did it!. I walked over to the table a bit slowly, but this time I didn't drop anything. Masara smiled at me and nodded.
«You are a fast learner, Hisoka-chan. Keep it up!»
«Yeah, sort of,» - I too smiled slightly in response. I moved the tray on one hand, instead of two, and went to Tsu, placing the white cups with pink roses in front of him. Then I decided to go back for a moment into the kitchen to leave the silver oval there. But then I felt someone's presence. But just for a second. It seemed that there was someone in the house! I wonder if Tsuzuki felt it? Chef taught me one type of magic, but I have not tried it to use it yet. I guess I have to now. I closed my eyes and mentally said:
«Tsuzuki?»
«Hisoka?» - I received the same mental response. – «When did you learn this?»
«Chef. And plus, my empathy, so I can easily perform this type of magic. But right now, the conversation is about something different! I felt a stranger in the house!»
«Weird, I didn't… Are you sure about this?»
«TSU? I have empathy!»
«Well, I'll check the perimeter, just let Masara-san go to sleep.»
I sighed. Tsuzuki is clearly distracted, but even he must feel the presence of another person. Intuitively at least. But then someone came up to me and shut my mouth, to keep me from calling help!
Muraki POV
«Hush my Doll ...»
«Mmm!»
«But you're not happy? I will let you go, but don't dare scream! - I dropped my hand.
«You bastard, I knew that in this case again involved you!»
The boy turned to me and just then I noticed that I made a mistake, he was not wearing shorts, it was a short denim skirt! Instead of his usual sweater, he was wearing a red button-up blouse with long sleeves. Under the shirt I clearly saw girlish breasts. What the? And the hair, they were a lot longer than usual ...
«Kid, why you are a girl,» - I mischievously whispered in his ear. – «And when I checked last, you were a boy. But you're still beautiful, as under the bloody moon and sakura.»
«Shut up!»
«Quiet, or we'll be heard,» - I put a finger to the kid's lips. – «And what is done to you, my little doll?»
«None of your damn business!» - He growled to me in response.
«How rude. Young girls should not talk that way.»
«Why did you kill all those girls?»
«Guess,» - I ran his hand down his cheek ... but felt how something was pressed against my chest. – «Oh! Yes, looks like you are also armed.»
«And dangerous! Talk! What are you doing here? Why do you want Masara-san?»
«I don't owe anything to you,» - I felt how the girl next to me tensed up, and got even closer to her.
Hisoka POV
What's that bastard doing here? I need to call Tsuzuki! No, I have to handle this situation by myself. I have a gun, and I can keep him away from Tsuzuki! I must! I don't want that damn doctor to hurt my partner anymore! But then why do I feel as if I'm frozen to the floor. I do not know what's wrong with me... Muraki's magic or something different? But I couldn't move. He took my gun and put it away, he placed it on top of the fridge, so I couldn't reach it, and then pressed me against the wall. This he usually did with only Tsu, after he lost his game of poker, but then I stopped him, but now he was here ... with me ... I was just as scared, as then, at age 13. He ran a hand through my hair and whispered something in his ear, but I heard nothing. I was too horrified to realize that his hands were moving around my body, from shoulders to hips. No not that! Just don't go again! Why did he need this? Me? And especially now, in such a body? I couldn't do anything but to try to mentally resist against his magic. I have to take the risk, while this pervert didn't have a chance to continue...
«Tsuzuki!» - Then my resistance fell. Before my eyes everything went dark and all I heard the voice of Muraki.
«You're my doll! Understand? And I'll remind you that ...»
Tsuzuki POV
«Tsuzuki!»
I heard Hisoka's scream inside my head. I've already started to worry, that he was gone for so long in the kitchen. His tea has even cooled down... I was hoping that this evening we can relax, but it looks like it won't happen. I sighed. Initially, when the Soka said about someone else's presence in the house, I didn't react strongly and angered my friend... But this cry! He was so desperate ... Something has happened! But ... what?
«Masara-chan, wait a minute here, okay? For some reason Hisoka has been gone in the kitchen for too long. I'll go check on him,» - I got up from the table, hoping that my voice wasn't shaking. I ran through the living room where we were sitting, and approached the kitchen door. I opened it slightly, and couldn't believe my eyes.
Hisoka was pinned to the wall, by no one else but Muraki! He held my partner's hands over his head and had his hand trailing up and down his slim frame. The buttons on his shirt looked as if they were torn off. The sleeves were ripped. I couldn't believe that we were right about the doctor being alive. Muraki glanced at me and smirked. He was enjoying this torture he was doing to both of us, me and Hisoka.
«You bastard!» - I roared under my breath, so that the sitting in the living room Masara wouldn't hear. But I heard the sound of her voice, behind the door.
«Tsuzuki-san? I'm going to bed, wish Hisoka-chan "good night", okay?» - Her footsteps became faint and I could only guess that she went to her room. I ran up to the doctor and dragged him from his victim.
«What hell are you doing! Hisoka? How are you?» - I stood in front of him, blocking him from Muraki.
«I...» – Was all that Hisoka could say, he had a very misty look. Probably he was under some sort of spell!
«You'll pay for this, you scoundrel! What do you need from us?»
«Well, firstly I want to find out, why is my beautiful doll - a girl. And secondly, I longed to see you, Tsuzuki-san!»
«Why did you kill?»
«You have long been familiar with the answer to this question,» - and, laughing, he just disappeared, as if he had never been here a couple of seconds ago.
«Hisoka?» - The boy, well, more precisely, at the moment, the girl fell to the floor. He sat clutching his knees to his chest. When he looked up at me, I noticed traces of biting on his lips, and a big bruise on his wrist. Yes, this Muraki is just a pervert! He will answer for this! It didn't really matter to me, what he had done to me for now! I will never let Hisoka be treated this way! I sank to my knees next to him and touched his hand, with which he was hugging himself. He shuddered from the touch, but calmed a bit, seeing me.
«Tsu... I...»
«Shh ... You shouldn't be giving me excuses. It's Muraki who should be guilty!»
«Yes, but I could have stopped him ...»
«How?»
«Look at the fridge ...»
I felt the surface with my hand and stumbled upon a Beretta. An Italian gun. I was never interested in weapons so I wasn't sure about the exact name and brand. The same gun that he had pointed at me in Nagasaki, during our first meeting ... He really could have fended himself. But ...
«You're right, I could ... But I was afraid that the shot could have been heard by Masara-san.» - He tore of his ripped sleeve of completely and threw it to the floor.
«Hisoka ...»
«And then, he had something done to me, I could not do anything. Just...» - He talked more quietly with each word.
"And it's scary to think of what could have happened if I didn't come when I did.
"Baka! Why do he have such an influence on me?"
I gave him back his Beretta and went to one of the cabinets, to get a napkin. I saw some there a couple of hours ago. Returning to the fridge, I've took out a couple of ice cubes and wrapped them into the cloth. Hisoka continued to stubbornly sit on the floor, so once again I sat down beside him and put ice on his bitten lips. He wanted to move away, but I didn't give him the chance:
«If you don't put it now, then the tomorrow your lips swell.»
«And how do you know?»
«Private!» - I winked at him, making him blush.
Hisoka POV
Private? And who could have kissed him like that? Weird thoughts started coming to my head. Maybe the Count? Who knew… But, never mind! I do not want to know! I had no other choice but to look at Tsu, while he was gently dabbing my lips with the cold cloth. He was always so caring. I shifted closer, but realizing it, went beet red.
«Tsuzuki,» - I turned away from him. I was ashamed of the fact that I was so useless for him Muraki. – «We get up early tomorrow ... Work. You'd better go to sleep. I'll follow you ..».
«No, you're going first.»
«I will not!» - my Beretta was tightly clutched in my hand.
«Please ...»
I went to my room and grabbed my backpack, with clothes, that was given to me back in office. There was a change ready for me. My work form was carefully hung on a chair, along with all the necessary shoes standing next, and the dreaded cat ears sticking out of his pocket skirt. Thank you twins. I got out a pair of pajamas. At least these were pants. I took of m shirt, but then realized ...
«Tsu?»
«What wrong with me seeing your body?
«BAKA!» - I wanted to cry, but Tsu made a sign that Masara-san was already asleep, and I tried to keep my voice down. «I am a girl, at the moment, I'm even embarrassed of looking at myself in the mirror and here you are? Oh no! Go to bed!»
«Meanie!»
«Idiot!»
«What a nice talk we are having, Sweetie,» - Tsuzuki for the first time after the event in the kitchen laughed. – «It shows just how much we love each other!»
«Go elsewhere!» – I didn't know how to answer that. In a way, my usual comments were a way to show Tsuzuki that I did care, but… Was it "love"?
«Okay! Oyasumi nasai, Hisoka-chan! If anything happens call, I'm just next door,» - He planted a kiss on my cheek and headed for the exit.
I stood shocked in the middle of the room and looked away. When he walked out the door, I pulled off all that I was dressed in, and pulled on my pajamas. They were green. Almost in the same tone as my eyes. Does green really suit me that much, that everyone wants to see me in it? The top was a usual T-shirts, and I must admit it was very convenient. I sat down on the futon and found that most of it was taken up by our feathered friends. As carefully as I could I pushed back the covers, and crawled under it, closing my eyes. Sleep came surprisingly quickly.
I woke up from scared from the fact that someone's arm was draped across my waist. My eyes popped open only to see Tsuzuki's face next to mine. He was slightly snoring, but looks like he wasn't having any nightmares. He was so warm, I tried to snuggle up closer to him, hoping that he won't wake up. Trying to look at him, I realized that he had fallen asleep with his everyday clothes only without the tie. I wanted to remember everything I could, about being this close to my partner. He smelled like chocolate and mint, a rather nice smell… And he had really long eyelashes. He really was handsome!
«Hisoka-san. Wake up! You'll be late!» – Hearing a girl's voice outside the door, Tsuzuki opened his eyes and let me go. Both of us jumped from the warmth of the bed and started to get ready for work, trying not to catch each other's gaze.
«You really are cute in this uniform!» - Masaru grabbed my hand and leading into the bath. There, she got out so much makeup that I gulped! When I looked at myself in the mirror, quite a nice girl was staring back at me. As if it was not me. Only the hair Masara-san left loose as I wanted it
«Well? Like it?»
«Yes!» - I had to lie to her. If the other sinigami from the office find out about this, then I would die of shame ...
« When I was a child I wanted to become a makeup artist, so I'm pretty good!»
When I saw Tsuzuki, I was not really surprised. He wore dark trousers, white shirt and black vest. In general - a costume, very similar to the one he wore when he worked as a croupier at the Queen Camellia. But it suited him very well. One thing spoils the view. In his hands he held black cat ears! Kami-sama! This is the end of the world! But one thing I'm saying for sure: after yesterday I wil not let go of my weapons.
Author's note: I want reviews! If I don't get anymore I will have discontinue the fic, because if you don't comment I don't know if anyone like it or not and I feel very nervous when I update.
Watari: Can I go now?
Me*scary face* No, not yet!