Hyias, guess Who's back with another romance chapter and by saying romance, I mean it – for everybody who thinks Muraki and Tsuzuki make a good couple.

Happily ever after yours, Morality

PS: I'm including many emotions and conflicts here, so it will not be all just fuzz and kisses.

Tsuzuki knelt in shower, holding to his sides, letting hot jets of water run down his back, he felt bad

and the only thing he'd gotten to know this day was – people still can be evil. If it was not one reason, it was another. Why was everyone so fond of seeing him hurt? One part of his mind wanted the stranger from the previous night to visit him again, lull him gently into sleep, not asking anything in return but touch. However Tsuzuki was also afraid, very rarely did people do things with no benefit to them, what if he will turns out to be as twisted and evil as everyone else?

Even more fright settled in his mind. Hisoka was away, he said he suspected something and was about to check it out. Who would be there to help if the man decided to take advantage of him? Tsuzuki shook his head, I'm such a fool, I'm fully capable of defending myself, the only thing is I must be on guard when he arrives, which means I mustn't fall asleep. Tsuzuki washed quickly and wrapped himself in a big, fluffy towel. After a day spent wearing a tight Maid uniform, a T-shirt and a pair of pajama shorts felt like a blessing.

Tsuzuki stretched and settled for some good reading. Hours passed, but nobody came. Some part of him felt betrayed. I really shouldn't feel that way, after all, he didn't say he'd come again. With a sad sigh, Tsuzuki turned off the light and snuggled into sheets to gain at least some comfort and take his mind off the following day.

Muraki appeared in the servant's room, noticing his lovely was fast asleep. Something told him this was the guardian he'd been so infatuated with, still, his reason objected stating the obvious – Asato was a man.

Then why did all the little clues tell a different tale – this shinigami was like a female copy of him; everything – the flawless body, the hair, the way she acted and moved, Ukyou even stated she had the same eyes. There were three last things he had to witness to be entirely sure it was the same person. Those would be eyes, the scarred right wrist and the fact she recognized him. He still had to figure out how to do it. However now was the time he'd been waiting for. Kazutaka knew that with proper actions and without haste, she would give into him, all he needed was time and patience.

He leant to plant a soft kiss on her forehead. Tsuzuki startled, jumping up. But then he realized there was no threat and settled down.

-"I'm sorry I scared you." the dark figure took a seat opposite Asato on the matteres.

-"I'm fine, nothing to worry about, I thought somebody was attacking me." Tsuzuki released a nervous sigh, bringing his knees closer to him.

-"You should get some rest."

-"I thought you wouldn't come."

-"How could I leave my treasure unguarded?" That made Tsuzuki blush deeply, he was happy it was dark. Feeling the tension this statement caused, he continued.

-"Why are you upset?"

-"I-I'm not, I'm just a bit confused, I'm not used to working with such people."

-"They don't treat you as an equal?"

-"No, I fear they are too keen on treating me equally, but the matter is, I don't want to be like them and they're being mean to me for that." The dark shadow in front of Asato leant forward.

-"You're using far too tender words to describe the way they treat you." Tsuzuki could feel the warm breath of his companion.

-"Yes, my partner, I mean my cousin says I'm far too soft for this job." He sighed, resting his chin on his knees. "This is all because of my form, I mean if I wasn't a girl, I would have been treated more seriously."

-"You'd prefer being a man?"

-"Would I? I'd be happy! I wouldn't have to walk around with my wits out in case if somebody decided to paw me." He heard soft chuckles, familiar chuckles, a shudder ran up Tsuzukis spine.

Muraki was becoming more and more certain it was Tsuzuki, even the lingering silence proved the girl was suspecting something or even recognizing him.

-"I suspect, I'm making you feel uneasy. Good night, fair lady, I wish you pleasant dreams." Panic built up in Asatos chest, he didn't want to stay alone. He reached out into darkness in front of him, to stop the visitor from leaving. His palm collided with something soft and wet. A soft grunt of displeasure sounded in the darkness. Tsuzuki quickly withdrew, realising he'd poked his companion in the eye.

-"Oops, I'm so sorry, I-I just didn't want you to go. Please stay. Sorry again." He couldn't help but feel thrilled as weight settled behind him, hot breath warming his neck. Careful fingers removed strands of hair obscuring Tsuzukis ear, a far too familiar gesture. He trembled, feeling both – scared and excited.

-"As you wish, but promise me one thing." Tsuzuki shifted the way he thought he was facing the man.

-"What is it?"

-"Promise you will not regret for what you see in the morning." Tsuzuki blinked a few times.

-"Why would I?"

-"I just want to be certain." Muraki could imagine her pretty face being pulled into a thoughtful frown.

-"You have my word, I will not be sorry for what I see in the morning." Tsuzuki felt his neck being nuzzled and hands running down his arms.

-"Then I'll stay with you till dawn." Muraki whispered into the delicate ear, millimetres separating his lips from the rim of the ear. Tsuzuki suppressed a jolt and eased himself on the broad chest behind, letting himself be wrapped in the familiar, warm embrace. Asato shifted so that he was facing the man, he buried his nose in the shirt and inhaled the scent, he felt safe and content, tomorrow Tsuzukid find out who this man is, the last thing he knew before falling asleep was his crown being kissed.

Murakis woke up from the feeling of being watched. However he didn't give away a sign of his vigil. Instead, he tried to grasp the situation using his other 4 senses. He didn't hear slow, deep breaths, that indicated slumber, he felt a tinge of sweat in the air, there was pressure on his lower part of the body, meaning the girl was most probably was straddling his hips, awake and quite nervous. Now he felt heat radiating somewhere near his face.

Tsuzuki was studying him, task being easier with the man asleep. Asato couldn't believe his eyes. Although the features of the man had grown a bit more weary and silvery hair had grown a bit longer, there was no mistaking who it was. Carefully, he leant closer to examine an enviably delicate scar that covered the left eyelid and stretched from the eyebrow to the middle of the cheek. Its not like his left side of the face is visible anyway. Tsuzuki reasoned.

-"Its not polite to stare, Tsuzuki san." To his enjoyment, he heard her gasp and felt the pressure recoil from his chest. Opening his eyes, he witnessed two shocked amethysts gazing at him, he wasn't wrong.

-"How did you know it was me?"

-"You've just unmasked yourself." Tsuzuki bit her lip cursing under her breath."However I had a hunch when you arrived, you're too much yourself to hide that with anything." Tsuzuki blushed, not knowing what to say. Generally he was lost because he didn't expect his vigile foe that close, that civilized and not trying to violate him.

-"If I was about to take you without your consent I would have done it already." Tsuzuki was even more confused."If you continue to fidget like that, I might as well change my disposition." Tsuzuki stilled, climbing off of the doctor and taking a seat next to him.

-"How did you . .em . ."

-"I didn't." Muraki stretched his legs.

-"What? Then this means . . "

-"Yes."

-"Why weren't Hisoka and I informed?"

-"There was no need. As much as I know the shadow master and chief were the only ones who knew apart of the count and Lord Emna." Tatsumi, a pang of betrayal shot up Tsuzukis chest.

-"Why would they . . "

-"Tell me how you would react if you knew I've joined your ranks?"

-"You've got a point there." Muraki smiled contently at Tsuzuki.

- "I like the sense of humor your superiors have."

-"What do you mean?"

-"They said I keep every scar I ve obtained as long as it doesn't hinder my movements. Mind you I had broken legs and died because my rib case was smashed into my lungs, the autopsy read suffocation, so ease your mind, You weren't the one who killed me."

-"Oh." Tsuzuki felt a bit of indulgence in that voice and in fact, felt better.

-"Pretty morbid, I like it. Still, I must admit is, fate's been quite merciful in this regard, for as much as I know I have only 3- 4 livid gashes, including the one you gave me. So I guess there will be no sunbathing in public places for me." He gave him a thin smile.

-"Who's your partner then?"

-"I'm working solo."

-"What do you mean? Every shinigami has to have a partner, it's a rule."

-"Hmm, I think I've already answered that question." Tsuzuki frowned.

-"Yes, I guess you have. Em, so technically this means we're not enemies anymore and we don't have to fight, right?" Tsuzuki said thoughtfully.

-"I leave it up to you to decide." Muraki stretched comfortably on Tsuzukis bed and sat up. "Which reminds me, what happened to you?"

-"An accident in the lab." Asato replied frowning.

-"This is not permanent, I hope."

-"I have no idea... Um, Muraki. . About yesterday and the night before . .Were you being serious?" The doctor glanced at Tsuzuki with a strange expression. His now long strands of hair obscured his features from the purple eyed shinigami.

-"Apart from the . . . how should I say, surgical section, my attraction to you hasn't changed, Asato." He stated seriously, looking straight forward.

-"You mean you still like me even after I've attempted to, um . .kill . . you?" Muraki gave him one of his rare smiles.

-"At least now I should be safe, because you cannot do it again." He said chuckling. Tsuzuki stared at him wide-eyed, this man seemed to be the same, although something had changed. He had his charisma, but he'd shown him another part of himself.

Tsuzuki couldn't resist a temptation to kiss the now laughing man and so he did. Muraki didn't expect that. Gentle, almost timid lips were pressed against his. His natural eye widened, slowly becoming heavy lidded as he relished in the sensation, not knowing exactly what to do with his hands. Asato was about to withdraw, but found himself unable to do so, because one of doctors arms had snaked around his waist and another held his head in place. Tsuzuki was about to protest, when Muraki deepened the kiss, letting his lover explore every inch of his mouth. He didn't object when Tsuzuki pushed him down on the bed an continued the assault of his mouth. Regaining their breaths, Muraki smirked at him.

-"If I only knew dying was all I had to do. My, I never knew you had a taste for necro." Muraki purred seductively. Tsuzuki huffed at his kinky statement.

-"Don't you even dare to think that being dead is the only condition I have." Muraki gave him a grin and rolled them over so that he was on top.

-"But it definitely has its preferences." Tsuzuki blushed and was about to slap him, but he disappeared leaving a swirl of feathers behind, just in time when Hisoka entered his room.

-"Tsuzuki, wake up, it's time to. . . " The teenager stood dumbstruck, seeing his partner laying in the bed littered with white feathers, blushing like a school girl. "I was about to wake you, but . . What The Hell have you been doing?" Tsuzuki looked at him blinking several times.

-"I've . . . been . . . em, taking a pillow . . apart . . . tooooooo . . . work out my frustration." He finished happy he'd found a good excuse. Hisoka rolled his eyes.

-"O.K. , just make sure Mulain doesn't see that."

Ok, so there you have it, I explained things and got a story going, WooHooo

Muraki /sharpening his dagger/– What would you like, a leg or a breast?

Morality/gulp/ - I'm a vegetarian.

Muraki – I wasn't talking to you /looks at Tsuzuki amorously/

Morality/relieved/ - Phew. So you're not going to kill me?

Muraki – Are you disappointed?

Morality/giggles nervously/ - Oh no noo, I'm perfectly content, /checks pulse/ warm and breathing.