Title: Getting Closer
Author: Hoseki Honooko
Summary: TsuSoka fic. One kiss can lead to others... Fluffy, slight plot, but not much. Lemon in second Chp. COMPLETE
Rating: R, lemon.
Notes: Lemon. Yaoi. You have been warned.
"Idiot. You brainless whining idiot."
"Hisoka, you're meaaaaannn!"
"You know, Tsuzuki, I used to think you couldn't get any more stupid. I stand corrected."
"Hisoka, it's not my fault! Tatsumi made the reservations! He said sharing a room was cheaper." Tsuzuki pleaded. The green eyed boy glared at him, furious.
"But YOU are the one who said we only needed ONE BED. What the hell were you thinking? I'M AN EMPATH." He shouted at the violet eyed man cowering at his feet. Tsuzuki whimpered.
"But we only needed one bed on our first case…"
"Because YOU didn't sleep! IDIOT!" Hisoka snapped. He was livid. Tsuzuki had done stupid things before, but this was the topper. "What exactly were you planning for one of us to do?!"
Tsuzuki blanched. Ok, Hisoka was right. This had been his worst idea yet.
"I thought… we could just share. It IS a big bed…" he squeaked, fearing Hisoka's wrath.
Hisoka was so angry, he was seeing red.
"Business partners do NOT sleep in the same bed TOGETHER." He fumed.
"But we're friends, Hisoka!" Tsuzuki said meekly.
"Not ANYMORE." Hisoka informed his partner harshly. Tsuzuki looked about to respond, but faltered.
"We're… not?" he asked. Hisoka winced.
'Damnit, he took that seriously?!' He thought as his empathy flooded his senses with Tsuzuki's emotions.
"I didn't really mean it, stupid."
Tsuzuki hovered over the boy, all thoughts of Hisoka's comment gone from his mind. Tsuzuki herded his younger partner to the bed in the center of the room, and the boy sat down heavily.
"I'm sorry Hisoka. I thought… I thought you meant it. I didn't mean to make you mad."
Hisoka sighed, and glared at his fussing partner.
"Tsuzuki, why don't you ever think?!" he responded. "Of course I'm mad! Friend or not, sharing a bed is not my idea of fun."
Tsuzuki drooped.
"Sorry, Hisoka."
Hisoka rubbed his temples.
"Yeah, I know. Just help me fix this, okay?"
Tsuzuki perked up.
"Okay! Let's ask that nice lady at the front desk if we can have a room with two beds!"
Hisoka gave a small smile.
"That's the smartest thing you've said this week."
"I'm sorry, sir, but we're completely booked." The woman told Hisoka flatly.
"No you're not! I know for a fact that we are the only people here besides that old woman hiding the dog, and that man stealing newspapers over there." The gold-haired boy informed her irritably. The woman sniffed haughtily.
"You will be charged for the second room, as well as a 'convenience fee'."
Hisoka scowled.
"And how much is that?" he said, even though he could have guessed the answer.
"The room will cost 6,336 yen, and the fee is 5,280 yen. Your total, including the room you have already reserved, will be 17,952 yen."
Tsuzuki choked.
"You mean to tell me that not only are you going to charge us for a room we won't use, but you're slapping on a fee that is nearly the cost of the room?!" Hisoka yelped.
"That is correct sir. Rooms booked in advance can be cancelled no later than 48 hours before. And as it will be difficult to make the arrangements for the second room on such short notice, the fee is charged." She said, smiling evilly.
"Forget it." Hisoka snapped. He began to walk away, but stopped and turned back to the woman. He looked at her for a moment, then at Tsuzuki, then back at her. She was looking the tall man hungrily, and she licked her lips as her eyes traveled down his body. You didn't have to be an empath to understand that look. Unfortunately, Hisoka WAS an empath, and the dirty thoughts radiating off the woman were enough to make him feel ill.
"I'd forget him too. You're not his type." He told her, icily.
The woman jumped, and looked at him wide-eyed.
"Tsuzuki. C'mon, we have work to do." Hisoka told the lingering man. Tsuzuki turned his puppy-eyes on the boy.
"'Soka, I'm hungry…"
"Later. Let's leave before the desk clerk jumps you." Hisoka said casually.
"She wants to jump me?!" Tsuzuki squeaked, galloping to Hisoka's side, and eyeing the clerk warily.
"Yes. Very much so." Hisoka informed him. "Now let's go."
Tsuzuki led the way back to their room.
"Hiiiiisooookaaaa, I'm huuuuungryyyy…" Tsuzuki moaned. He sounded rather like some sort of large, dying animal.
"Tsuzuki, what have I told you?"
"Work then food?"
"If you remember, then why are you still asking?" Hisoka sighed.
"Because my stomach is talking louder than my brain?" Tsuzuki said, hazarding a guess.
"What, you mean you actually have a brain?" Hisoka muttered. Unfortunately, he knew that Tsuzuki would get no work done until his stomach was full.
"Fine, Tsuzuki, we'll get some dinner." He said resignedly.
"Dessert too?" Tsuzuki pleaded.
"Only if it's cheap."
"YAY!" Tsuzuki bounced out of the room. Hisoka sighed, and closed the laptop he was working on. He then grabbed his and Tsuzuki's jackets, and left the room.
Too bad the e-mail from EnMaCho came after the door was closed.
"Italian, Italian, I love Italian…" Tsuzuki sang happily as he read his menu. Hisoka sighed and rubbed his temples.
"Tsuzuki, please try to keep this cheap." He begged his partner.
"But Hisoka! This is the best Italian place in town! NO expense must be spared." He said, grinning jovially. "Now, what are you going to get?"
"Coffee. I'm not hungry."
Tsuzuki looked aghast.
"Hisoka, you have to eat! You didn't have any lunch, and all you ate for breakfast was- HEY! You didn't eat any breakfast either!" Tsuzuki scolded. Hisoka shrugged.
"Just because my stomach isn't a bottomless pit like yours, doesn't mean you should force feed me." He said. Tsuzuki looked about to reply, when the waiter came to their table.
"Are you ready to order, sir?" He addressed Tsuzuki, who shook his head.
"My friend hasn't decided yet." The brunette told the waiter.
"Well, let me tell you today's specials. Maybe you'll hear something you like, hmm?" Said the waiter, smiling at Hisoka. Said boy frowned.
"Now, what you need is some hearty food, like our chicken alfredo. Or, if you'd rather hold onto that," he paused, "...great figure, our soup of the day is a very nice vegetable, and it comes with a salad." He winked at Hisoka, who promptly looked away, blushing.
'Is that guy flirting with Hisoka?' Tsuzuki thought, slightly alarmed.
"I'm really not hungry." Hisoka said rigidly. The waiter frowned.
"Oh, c'mon. There's hardly any meat on you, you've got to eat something." The waiter prodded. Hisoka was growing more and more uncomfortable under the waiter's attention. Tsuzuki spoke up.
"If you're really not hungry, you don't have to get something Hisoka."
The boy nodded.
"Well, if you change your mind, you can have some of my food." Tsuzuki offered generously. The waiter looked about to protest, but Tsuzuki ordered, cutting him off. After a glare from the violet-eyed man, the waiter scurried off to get the food.
Hisoka looked up at Tsuzuki, still blushing slightly.
"Thanks."
Tsuzuki smiled.
"Anytime, Hisoka."
All was quiet at the front desk of the hotel. The desk clerk, Maki, was doodling on the pad of paper she'd taken from one of the rooms. It had the hotel logo stamped across the top, which she had scribbled over. Her doodles were a combination of random scribbles, notes she'd jotted down for no reason, and sketches of that sexy guy staying in room 217. The one with the purple eyes.
'Yum. I could just eat him with a spoon. His boyfriend's a tad possessive, though. Wonder if they're into threesomes?' she pondered, chewing on the end of her pen thoughtfully.
Suddenly, the front door flew open. A man walked in. Or at least, what Maki THOUGHT was a man. It was sort of human shaped, but everything about it was dark and undefined. It was almost like a shadow had taken leave of the person it followed.
"Can I help you, uh, Sir?" she asked hesitantly. This 'guy' was giving her a VERY bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.
The creature glided to the desk, and in one swift movement, had grasped Maki's head. It pressed its left palm to her forehead, and the shadows slid off it, branching out like dark webs. They tangled themselves in Maki's hair, and dripped down her face.
Maki screamed.
And then she died.
"What do you MEAN 'they aren't responding'?! Tatsumi, you've sent 7 messages to them!" Konoe bellowed. Tatsumi shook his head solemnly.
"I'm sorry sir, but it seems that Tsuzuki's cell phone has gone dead, and Kurosaki isn't answering the e-mails we've sent."
Watari spoke up.
"Should we go down and give them a hand?" he asked. 003 hooted her agreement, her tiny feathered brows furrowed in concern. "I'm quite sure Bon would reply if he had received the messages. He's so much more responsible than Tsuzuki." Watari added.
Tatsumi and Konoe nodded.
"True, true." Konoe said, sighing. "However, we need you two here. We'll just keep trying to contact them, I suppose."
"Stop." Hisoka's arm shot out, blocking Tsuzuki's path. "Something isn't right."
They had just returned from dinner. Tsuzuki had managed to get Hisoka to eat, and they had skipped out before the waiter could start flirting with Hisoka again. Now, while walking up the front stairs to the hotel, Hisoka felt a cold tendril of danger brush his empathic senses.
"What is it?" Tsuzuki asked seriously.
"I'm not sure. It's just... cold. It's wrong." The boy tried to explain. Tsuzuki, trusting Hisoka's judgment, pulled some fuda out of his coat pocket. Together, with Hisoka standing slightly behind the taller Shinigami, they entered the building. Tsuzuki felt goose bumps rising on his arms. It was COLD. Hisoka unconsciously grabbed a handful of the back of Tsuzuki's coat, and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end.
"Hey," Tsuzuki said softly. "Where's that clerk lady?"
Hisoka shook his head.
"I don't see her. I don't feel her either. I don't feel ANYONE." He said, still clutching Tsuzuki's coat with one hand.
"Can I help you?"
Hisoka jumped, whirling around to face the one who had spoken.
It was the desk clerk. Maki.
"Oh, hello." Tsuzuki said calmly, turning to face her. He stepped in front of Hisoka slightly, to stand between the woman and the boy. "Did the heating system go out?" he asked her calmly. Maki tilted her head up, and grabbed Tsuzuki's lapels. She pulled herself so close they were almost nose to nose.
"I like you." She said in a monotone. "I'm going to eat you up." And she reached her left hand forward.
Hisoka felt an electric shock run down his spine, and he grabbed Tsuzuki around the waist and yanked backwards. The two shinigami tumbled down, Tsuzuki landing on top of the boy. Maki hissed, pulling her hand back as though she had been burned.
"Hisoka?!" Tsuzuki cried, pulling himself off his partner. Hisoka groaned, but sat up.
"Tsuzuki, something's wrong with her. She's not giving off any emotion."
Tsuzuki nodded.
Suddenly, Maki lurched forward, her left hand extended, palm facing forward.
"I want you!" she shrieked. "I want you now!"
Tsuzuki leapt out of her path. Hisoka stumbled to his feet and shoved her hard in the shoulders. She started falling backwards. But before she fell, she grabbed at Hisoka's head, her palm landing against his forehead. Hisoka wailed, his hands coming up to claw at her palm.
"Hisoka! HISOKA!" Tsuzuki yelled, running towards his partner.
Hisoka fell to his knees, still screaming, still raking his nails across the back of Maki's hand.
"NO! Tsu... zuki. Stop! Ah, it burns. Tsu, she's... she's dead. It's... not human..." Hisoka choked, his hands falling limp to his sides. 'Maki' snarled, her lip curling back to reveal pointed teeth.
"Clever boy." The creature spat in a scratchy voice. "Too bad you won't live long enough to celebrate." Hisoka screamed again, as the creature curled its fingers against his skull.
"Stupid." Hisoka snapped. "We're already dead. And now, so are you."
Tsuzuki blew the monster to pieces.
Konoe paced. Suddenly, he turned and pounded a fist on the nearest desk and snapped at his two employees.
"That's it! We have to go after them, it's been too long." He snarled. Tatsumi pushed his glasses calmly up his nose.
"Sir, someone has to stay here."
Konoe frowned.
"Well, it can't be Watari." He turned to said mad scientist. "No offense, but I'd rather not leave you alone here. And I certainly am not going to stand here and do nothing; I haven't had anything to do in years anyway. Tatsumi, you'll stay. I'll take Watari." He said determinedly. "Watari, let's go!" He marched out of the office. Watari turned to follow, but Tatsumi's hand caught his sleeve.
"Take care of him. All of them." He said seriously. Watari blinked, and then grinned.
"Of course I will. See ya', Tatsumi!" and he skipped out of the room.
Tatsumi smiled faintly, and then sat down.
"Good luck." He murmured to Watari's back.
Hisoka dropped to the floor, panting and clutching his forehead. Beneath his bangs was a large burn in the shape of a handprint. Tsuzuki reached under the boy's shoulders and cradled him close.
"Hisoka, you okay? Did it hurt you?" he fussed. Hisoka gave a weak smile.
"I've been worse. Of course, I've been better, too." He croaked. Tsuzuki grinned.
"Good. You scared me with all that screaming." He said quietly. Hisoka brought up a hand, and touched Tsuzuki's cheek.
"Idiot. It'll take more than that to kill a dead person." He scolded gently. Tsuzuki saw the soft expression on his partner's face. He felt the firm heartbeat of the boy in his arms. He saw the small smile on that usually solemn face. And before he could even realize what he was doing, he had pressed his lips gently Hisoka's. Said boy's eyes widened, and he felt his breath hitch. Tsuzuki pulled away after only a second.
"Tsu... Tsuzuki?" Hisoka squeaked, silently cursing the fact that he had died before his voice had completely changed.
"Sorry, 'Soka, it's just... you looked so... and I thought I was going to lose you. I... I'll never do it again." He said, looking away ashamedly.
"But..." Hisoka said, turning Tsuzuki's head back to face him. "What if..." he bit his lip, blushing. "What if I want you to?"
Tsuzuki blinked.
"Do you?" he asked, feeling the hope rise in his chest.
"Yeah." Hisoka said simply. Tsuzuki needed no further encouragement. He kissed the boy again, harder, more passionately. Hisoka shifted in his arms, tilting his head so the taller man would have better access. Tsuzuki ran his tongue across Hisoka's bottom lip, and Hisoka quickly opened his mouth. Tsuzuki dipped his tongue in, tasting the sweetness that was Hisoka. Hisoka moaned, bringing his hands up to clutch Tsuzuki's shoulders.
"Let him breathe, Tsuzuki."
Tsuzuki pulled away from Hisoka and glared in the direction of the interruption. Watari, and Konoe were standing there, looking smug. Watari smirked.
"If Bon dies of suffocation, we aren't getting you a new partner." He informed Tsuzuki teasingly. Tsuzuki sighed.
"You guys have the worst timing." He said dejectedly. Hisoka yelped, and leapt out of Tsuzuki's arms.
"I-idiot!" he stammered, blushing furiously. Konoe crossed his arms, and looked at the pair with irritation.
"Honestly, can't you two focus on work?"
Tsuzuki scowled.
"We did work. See? We killed the... thing." He finished lamely, gesturing in the direction of the monster corpse.
Watari pushed his glasses up on his thin nose.
"Oh. Well, so you did." He turned to Konoe, grinning. "Shall we leave them alone? I'd rather not be here when they continue."
Konoe coughed.
"Urm, yes. Let's go. Tatsumi is probably having a power trip back at the office anyway."
And they left.
Just like that.
Hisoka didn't waste a second. He pulled Tsuzuki's face back to him, and kissed him soundly. Tsuzuki responded, putting a hand on Hisoka's back and stroking gently. Hisoka moaned again, and pressed himself closer to the taller man. Tsuzuki chuckled, and Hisoka felt it reverberate deep in his chest.
"'Soka, you really wanted them to leave, huh?" Tsuzuki teased. Hisoka pressed against the taller man, grinning mischievously. Tsuzuki gasped, eyes getting big.
"I'm not the only one here who wanted them to leave." Hisoka commented casually.
Tsuzuki snatched the boy up and strolled back to their room. Hisoka certainly didn't complain.
Tatsumi looked up as his fellow shinigami strolled back in.
"That was fast." He said with surprise. Konoe snorted, and rolled his eyes. Watari grinned.
"They were doing just fine on their own. At least, Tsuzuki seemed fine. Bon may have been struggling from lack of air." He said, snickering. Tatsumi blinked.
"Excuse me?" he said.
"They were kissing their brains out."
"Oh. I see."
"'Soka?"
"Mm?"
"Do you have the room key?"
".......IDIOT!"
Tsuzuki winced. He set Hisoka down, and the boy promptly clonked him on the head.
"Didn't you put it in your pocket like I told you!? IDIOT!" Hisoka ranted. Tsuzuki shook his head forlornly.
"I was so hungry, I forgot." He whimpered. Hisoka only barely resisted the urge to kick his partner. He rubbed his temples for what felt like the hundredth time that evening. The headache he'd been holding off had now hit with full force. Not to mention all that kissing had been wreaking havoc on his permanently-teenaged body. All in all, he had very little patience left for Tsuzuki's absentmindedness.
"This is great, just GREAT. The laptop is in there too." He growled.
"Couldn't we just ask the desk lady to let us in?" Tsuzuki asked hopefully. Hisoka glared at him.
"She's dead, idiot. The monster killed her. She's probably waking up in meifu right now." He snapped. Tsuzuki drooped.
"Oh. Right."
Hisoka sighed, and closed his eyes, deep in thought. When he opened them again, he turned to Tsuzuki.
"Do you have a credit card?" he asked. Tsuzuki blinked.
"I have a library card..." he supplied.
"That will work. Give it to me." He ordered. Tsuzuki blinked again, and pulled out his wallet. After a few moments of digging, he pulled out the card. Hisoka snatched it out of his partner's hand, and turned back to the locked door. He stuck the card between the door and the door frame, and jiggled it around a bit. Within a few seconds, the door unlocked with a soft 'click'. Hisoka handed the card back to Tsuzuki, and opened the door.
"Where did you learn to do that?" Tsuzuki asked, impressed. Hisoka shrugged.
"EnMaCho library had a book on it. I was bored." He answered lamely. Tsuzuki was satisfied with this excuse, though, and followed the boy through the door.
Hisoka, however, had just remembered the bed issue. He groaned. Tsuzuki came up behind his partner, and looked at the bed. He then went to the closet, and pulled out an extra set of blankets. He laid the blankets out of the floor, and plopped down on top of them. Hisoka blinked.
"Tsuzuki, what are you doing?"
"I'm getting ready for bed. I don't know about you, Hisoka, but I'm tired." He stated.
"You're... going to sleep on the floor?" Hisoka asked. Tsuzuki beamed.
"You said yourself; business partners don't share a bed, right?"
Hisoka sat down on the foot of the bed.
"But..." he started, but Tsuzuki cut him off.
"It's okay, Hisoka. I don't mind." He told the boy softly. Hisoka frowned slightly, but didn't say anything.
Regardless of what he told Hisoka before, Tsuzuki was not comfortable on the floor in the least. He tossed and turned, but there was a lump under the carpeting that stuck into his shoulders, and it was really cold on the ground, despite the blankets. But even though he was uncomfortable, he tried to keep his movements to a minimum. He didn't want to wake Hisoka. The boy had to be exhausted after being attacked by the monster.
'To say nothing of the kissing.' Tsuzuki thought. Sighing, he turned over again, shifting, trying to find a decent spot.
"Tsuzuki."
Tsuzuki froze. Was Hisoka asleep?
"Tsuzuki. I know you're awake." Hisoka said sleepily. Tsuzuki sat up.
"Something wrong, Hisoka?" he asked. Hisoka frowned at him.
"Get in here." He demanded, lifting his coverlet. Tsuzuki stared. Hisoka wasn't telling him to get in. He couldn't be.
"Get in, idiot, before I change my mind." Hisoka repeated.
"You're sure?" he asked hesitantly. Hisoka nodded, and flapped the blanket at him.
"Hurry up, all the heat is getting out." He snapped.
Tsuzuki slowly climbed on to the bed, and under the covers, taking special care not to touch Hisoka.
"Now go to sleep." The boy ordered, rolling over so his back was facing Tsuzuki. Said man blinked, still unsure of what made Hisoka change his mind about sharing.
"'Soka?"
"What?"
"Thanks."
Hisoka smiled slightly, still not facing the violet-eyed man.
"Idiot. Go to sleep." He said softly, without his usual sharp tone.
And so Tsuzuki did.
A/N: Well? Good first chapter, I think. Lemon coming up. Reviews please!
Author: Hoseki Honooko
Summary: TsuSoka fic. One kiss can lead to others... Fluffy, slight plot, but not much. Lemon in second Chp. COMPLETE
Rating: R, lemon.
Notes: Lemon. Yaoi. You have been warned.
"Idiot. You brainless whining idiot."
"Hisoka, you're meaaaaannn!"
"You know, Tsuzuki, I used to think you couldn't get any more stupid. I stand corrected."
"Hisoka, it's not my fault! Tatsumi made the reservations! He said sharing a room was cheaper." Tsuzuki pleaded. The green eyed boy glared at him, furious.
"But YOU are the one who said we only needed ONE BED. What the hell were you thinking? I'M AN EMPATH." He shouted at the violet eyed man cowering at his feet. Tsuzuki whimpered.
"But we only needed one bed on our first case…"
"Because YOU didn't sleep! IDIOT!" Hisoka snapped. He was livid. Tsuzuki had done stupid things before, but this was the topper. "What exactly were you planning for one of us to do?!"
Tsuzuki blanched. Ok, Hisoka was right. This had been his worst idea yet.
"I thought… we could just share. It IS a big bed…" he squeaked, fearing Hisoka's wrath.
Hisoka was so angry, he was seeing red.
"Business partners do NOT sleep in the same bed TOGETHER." He fumed.
"But we're friends, Hisoka!" Tsuzuki said meekly.
"Not ANYMORE." Hisoka informed his partner harshly. Tsuzuki looked about to respond, but faltered.
"We're… not?" he asked. Hisoka winced.
'Damnit, he took that seriously?!' He thought as his empathy flooded his senses with Tsuzuki's emotions.
"I didn't really mean it, stupid."
Tsuzuki hovered over the boy, all thoughts of Hisoka's comment gone from his mind. Tsuzuki herded his younger partner to the bed in the center of the room, and the boy sat down heavily.
"I'm sorry Hisoka. I thought… I thought you meant it. I didn't mean to make you mad."
Hisoka sighed, and glared at his fussing partner.
"Tsuzuki, why don't you ever think?!" he responded. "Of course I'm mad! Friend or not, sharing a bed is not my idea of fun."
Tsuzuki drooped.
"Sorry, Hisoka."
Hisoka rubbed his temples.
"Yeah, I know. Just help me fix this, okay?"
Tsuzuki perked up.
"Okay! Let's ask that nice lady at the front desk if we can have a room with two beds!"
Hisoka gave a small smile.
"That's the smartest thing you've said this week."
"I'm sorry, sir, but we're completely booked." The woman told Hisoka flatly.
"No you're not! I know for a fact that we are the only people here besides that old woman hiding the dog, and that man stealing newspapers over there." The gold-haired boy informed her irritably. The woman sniffed haughtily.
"You will be charged for the second room, as well as a 'convenience fee'."
Hisoka scowled.
"And how much is that?" he said, even though he could have guessed the answer.
"The room will cost 6,336 yen, and the fee is 5,280 yen. Your total, including the room you have already reserved, will be 17,952 yen."
Tsuzuki choked.
"You mean to tell me that not only are you going to charge us for a room we won't use, but you're slapping on a fee that is nearly the cost of the room?!" Hisoka yelped.
"That is correct sir. Rooms booked in advance can be cancelled no later than 48 hours before. And as it will be difficult to make the arrangements for the second room on such short notice, the fee is charged." She said, smiling evilly.
"Forget it." Hisoka snapped. He began to walk away, but stopped and turned back to the woman. He looked at her for a moment, then at Tsuzuki, then back at her. She was looking the tall man hungrily, and she licked her lips as her eyes traveled down his body. You didn't have to be an empath to understand that look. Unfortunately, Hisoka WAS an empath, and the dirty thoughts radiating off the woman were enough to make him feel ill.
"I'd forget him too. You're not his type." He told her, icily.
The woman jumped, and looked at him wide-eyed.
"Tsuzuki. C'mon, we have work to do." Hisoka told the lingering man. Tsuzuki turned his puppy-eyes on the boy.
"'Soka, I'm hungry…"
"Later. Let's leave before the desk clerk jumps you." Hisoka said casually.
"She wants to jump me?!" Tsuzuki squeaked, galloping to Hisoka's side, and eyeing the clerk warily.
"Yes. Very much so." Hisoka informed him. "Now let's go."
Tsuzuki led the way back to their room.
"Hiiiiisooookaaaa, I'm huuuuungryyyy…" Tsuzuki moaned. He sounded rather like some sort of large, dying animal.
"Tsuzuki, what have I told you?"
"Work then food?"
"If you remember, then why are you still asking?" Hisoka sighed.
"Because my stomach is talking louder than my brain?" Tsuzuki said, hazarding a guess.
"What, you mean you actually have a brain?" Hisoka muttered. Unfortunately, he knew that Tsuzuki would get no work done until his stomach was full.
"Fine, Tsuzuki, we'll get some dinner." He said resignedly.
"Dessert too?" Tsuzuki pleaded.
"Only if it's cheap."
"YAY!" Tsuzuki bounced out of the room. Hisoka sighed, and closed the laptop he was working on. He then grabbed his and Tsuzuki's jackets, and left the room.
Too bad the e-mail from EnMaCho came after the door was closed.
"Italian, Italian, I love Italian…" Tsuzuki sang happily as he read his menu. Hisoka sighed and rubbed his temples.
"Tsuzuki, please try to keep this cheap." He begged his partner.
"But Hisoka! This is the best Italian place in town! NO expense must be spared." He said, grinning jovially. "Now, what are you going to get?"
"Coffee. I'm not hungry."
Tsuzuki looked aghast.
"Hisoka, you have to eat! You didn't have any lunch, and all you ate for breakfast was- HEY! You didn't eat any breakfast either!" Tsuzuki scolded. Hisoka shrugged.
"Just because my stomach isn't a bottomless pit like yours, doesn't mean you should force feed me." He said. Tsuzuki looked about to reply, when the waiter came to their table.
"Are you ready to order, sir?" He addressed Tsuzuki, who shook his head.
"My friend hasn't decided yet." The brunette told the waiter.
"Well, let me tell you today's specials. Maybe you'll hear something you like, hmm?" Said the waiter, smiling at Hisoka. Said boy frowned.
"Now, what you need is some hearty food, like our chicken alfredo. Or, if you'd rather hold onto that," he paused, "...great figure, our soup of the day is a very nice vegetable, and it comes with a salad." He winked at Hisoka, who promptly looked away, blushing.
'Is that guy flirting with Hisoka?' Tsuzuki thought, slightly alarmed.
"I'm really not hungry." Hisoka said rigidly. The waiter frowned.
"Oh, c'mon. There's hardly any meat on you, you've got to eat something." The waiter prodded. Hisoka was growing more and more uncomfortable under the waiter's attention. Tsuzuki spoke up.
"If you're really not hungry, you don't have to get something Hisoka."
The boy nodded.
"Well, if you change your mind, you can have some of my food." Tsuzuki offered generously. The waiter looked about to protest, but Tsuzuki ordered, cutting him off. After a glare from the violet-eyed man, the waiter scurried off to get the food.
Hisoka looked up at Tsuzuki, still blushing slightly.
"Thanks."
Tsuzuki smiled.
"Anytime, Hisoka."
All was quiet at the front desk of the hotel. The desk clerk, Maki, was doodling on the pad of paper she'd taken from one of the rooms. It had the hotel logo stamped across the top, which she had scribbled over. Her doodles were a combination of random scribbles, notes she'd jotted down for no reason, and sketches of that sexy guy staying in room 217. The one with the purple eyes.
'Yum. I could just eat him with a spoon. His boyfriend's a tad possessive, though. Wonder if they're into threesomes?' she pondered, chewing on the end of her pen thoughtfully.
Suddenly, the front door flew open. A man walked in. Or at least, what Maki THOUGHT was a man. It was sort of human shaped, but everything about it was dark and undefined. It was almost like a shadow had taken leave of the person it followed.
"Can I help you, uh, Sir?" she asked hesitantly. This 'guy' was giving her a VERY bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.
The creature glided to the desk, and in one swift movement, had grasped Maki's head. It pressed its left palm to her forehead, and the shadows slid off it, branching out like dark webs. They tangled themselves in Maki's hair, and dripped down her face.
Maki screamed.
And then she died.
"What do you MEAN 'they aren't responding'?! Tatsumi, you've sent 7 messages to them!" Konoe bellowed. Tatsumi shook his head solemnly.
"I'm sorry sir, but it seems that Tsuzuki's cell phone has gone dead, and Kurosaki isn't answering the e-mails we've sent."
Watari spoke up.
"Should we go down and give them a hand?" he asked. 003 hooted her agreement, her tiny feathered brows furrowed in concern. "I'm quite sure Bon would reply if he had received the messages. He's so much more responsible than Tsuzuki." Watari added.
Tatsumi and Konoe nodded.
"True, true." Konoe said, sighing. "However, we need you two here. We'll just keep trying to contact them, I suppose."
"Stop." Hisoka's arm shot out, blocking Tsuzuki's path. "Something isn't right."
They had just returned from dinner. Tsuzuki had managed to get Hisoka to eat, and they had skipped out before the waiter could start flirting with Hisoka again. Now, while walking up the front stairs to the hotel, Hisoka felt a cold tendril of danger brush his empathic senses.
"What is it?" Tsuzuki asked seriously.
"I'm not sure. It's just... cold. It's wrong." The boy tried to explain. Tsuzuki, trusting Hisoka's judgment, pulled some fuda out of his coat pocket. Together, with Hisoka standing slightly behind the taller Shinigami, they entered the building. Tsuzuki felt goose bumps rising on his arms. It was COLD. Hisoka unconsciously grabbed a handful of the back of Tsuzuki's coat, and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end.
"Hey," Tsuzuki said softly. "Where's that clerk lady?"
Hisoka shook his head.
"I don't see her. I don't feel her either. I don't feel ANYONE." He said, still clutching Tsuzuki's coat with one hand.
"Can I help you?"
Hisoka jumped, whirling around to face the one who had spoken.
It was the desk clerk. Maki.
"Oh, hello." Tsuzuki said calmly, turning to face her. He stepped in front of Hisoka slightly, to stand between the woman and the boy. "Did the heating system go out?" he asked her calmly. Maki tilted her head up, and grabbed Tsuzuki's lapels. She pulled herself so close they were almost nose to nose.
"I like you." She said in a monotone. "I'm going to eat you up." And she reached her left hand forward.
Hisoka felt an electric shock run down his spine, and he grabbed Tsuzuki around the waist and yanked backwards. The two shinigami tumbled down, Tsuzuki landing on top of the boy. Maki hissed, pulling her hand back as though she had been burned.
"Hisoka?!" Tsuzuki cried, pulling himself off his partner. Hisoka groaned, but sat up.
"Tsuzuki, something's wrong with her. She's not giving off any emotion."
Tsuzuki nodded.
Suddenly, Maki lurched forward, her left hand extended, palm facing forward.
"I want you!" she shrieked. "I want you now!"
Tsuzuki leapt out of her path. Hisoka stumbled to his feet and shoved her hard in the shoulders. She started falling backwards. But before she fell, she grabbed at Hisoka's head, her palm landing against his forehead. Hisoka wailed, his hands coming up to claw at her palm.
"Hisoka! HISOKA!" Tsuzuki yelled, running towards his partner.
Hisoka fell to his knees, still screaming, still raking his nails across the back of Maki's hand.
"NO! Tsu... zuki. Stop! Ah, it burns. Tsu, she's... she's dead. It's... not human..." Hisoka choked, his hands falling limp to his sides. 'Maki' snarled, her lip curling back to reveal pointed teeth.
"Clever boy." The creature spat in a scratchy voice. "Too bad you won't live long enough to celebrate." Hisoka screamed again, as the creature curled its fingers against his skull.
"Stupid." Hisoka snapped. "We're already dead. And now, so are you."
Tsuzuki blew the monster to pieces.
Konoe paced. Suddenly, he turned and pounded a fist on the nearest desk and snapped at his two employees.
"That's it! We have to go after them, it's been too long." He snarled. Tatsumi pushed his glasses calmly up his nose.
"Sir, someone has to stay here."
Konoe frowned.
"Well, it can't be Watari." He turned to said mad scientist. "No offense, but I'd rather not leave you alone here. And I certainly am not going to stand here and do nothing; I haven't had anything to do in years anyway. Tatsumi, you'll stay. I'll take Watari." He said determinedly. "Watari, let's go!" He marched out of the office. Watari turned to follow, but Tatsumi's hand caught his sleeve.
"Take care of him. All of them." He said seriously. Watari blinked, and then grinned.
"Of course I will. See ya', Tatsumi!" and he skipped out of the room.
Tatsumi smiled faintly, and then sat down.
"Good luck." He murmured to Watari's back.
Hisoka dropped to the floor, panting and clutching his forehead. Beneath his bangs was a large burn in the shape of a handprint. Tsuzuki reached under the boy's shoulders and cradled him close.
"Hisoka, you okay? Did it hurt you?" he fussed. Hisoka gave a weak smile.
"I've been worse. Of course, I've been better, too." He croaked. Tsuzuki grinned.
"Good. You scared me with all that screaming." He said quietly. Hisoka brought up a hand, and touched Tsuzuki's cheek.
"Idiot. It'll take more than that to kill a dead person." He scolded gently. Tsuzuki saw the soft expression on his partner's face. He felt the firm heartbeat of the boy in his arms. He saw the small smile on that usually solemn face. And before he could even realize what he was doing, he had pressed his lips gently Hisoka's. Said boy's eyes widened, and he felt his breath hitch. Tsuzuki pulled away after only a second.
"Tsu... Tsuzuki?" Hisoka squeaked, silently cursing the fact that he had died before his voice had completely changed.
"Sorry, 'Soka, it's just... you looked so... and I thought I was going to lose you. I... I'll never do it again." He said, looking away ashamedly.
"But..." Hisoka said, turning Tsuzuki's head back to face him. "What if..." he bit his lip, blushing. "What if I want you to?"
Tsuzuki blinked.
"Do you?" he asked, feeling the hope rise in his chest.
"Yeah." Hisoka said simply. Tsuzuki needed no further encouragement. He kissed the boy again, harder, more passionately. Hisoka shifted in his arms, tilting his head so the taller man would have better access. Tsuzuki ran his tongue across Hisoka's bottom lip, and Hisoka quickly opened his mouth. Tsuzuki dipped his tongue in, tasting the sweetness that was Hisoka. Hisoka moaned, bringing his hands up to clutch Tsuzuki's shoulders.
"Let him breathe, Tsuzuki."
Tsuzuki pulled away from Hisoka and glared in the direction of the interruption. Watari, and Konoe were standing there, looking smug. Watari smirked.
"If Bon dies of suffocation, we aren't getting you a new partner." He informed Tsuzuki teasingly. Tsuzuki sighed.
"You guys have the worst timing." He said dejectedly. Hisoka yelped, and leapt out of Tsuzuki's arms.
"I-idiot!" he stammered, blushing furiously. Konoe crossed his arms, and looked at the pair with irritation.
"Honestly, can't you two focus on work?"
Tsuzuki scowled.
"We did work. See? We killed the... thing." He finished lamely, gesturing in the direction of the monster corpse.
Watari pushed his glasses up on his thin nose.
"Oh. Well, so you did." He turned to Konoe, grinning. "Shall we leave them alone? I'd rather not be here when they continue."
Konoe coughed.
"Urm, yes. Let's go. Tatsumi is probably having a power trip back at the office anyway."
And they left.
Just like that.
Hisoka didn't waste a second. He pulled Tsuzuki's face back to him, and kissed him soundly. Tsuzuki responded, putting a hand on Hisoka's back and stroking gently. Hisoka moaned again, and pressed himself closer to the taller man. Tsuzuki chuckled, and Hisoka felt it reverberate deep in his chest.
"'Soka, you really wanted them to leave, huh?" Tsuzuki teased. Hisoka pressed against the taller man, grinning mischievously. Tsuzuki gasped, eyes getting big.
"I'm not the only one here who wanted them to leave." Hisoka commented casually.
Tsuzuki snatched the boy up and strolled back to their room. Hisoka certainly didn't complain.
Tatsumi looked up as his fellow shinigami strolled back in.
"That was fast." He said with surprise. Konoe snorted, and rolled his eyes. Watari grinned.
"They were doing just fine on their own. At least, Tsuzuki seemed fine. Bon may have been struggling from lack of air." He said, snickering. Tatsumi blinked.
"Excuse me?" he said.
"They were kissing their brains out."
"Oh. I see."
"'Soka?"
"Mm?"
"Do you have the room key?"
".......IDIOT!"
Tsuzuki winced. He set Hisoka down, and the boy promptly clonked him on the head.
"Didn't you put it in your pocket like I told you!? IDIOT!" Hisoka ranted. Tsuzuki shook his head forlornly.
"I was so hungry, I forgot." He whimpered. Hisoka only barely resisted the urge to kick his partner. He rubbed his temples for what felt like the hundredth time that evening. The headache he'd been holding off had now hit with full force. Not to mention all that kissing had been wreaking havoc on his permanently-teenaged body. All in all, he had very little patience left for Tsuzuki's absentmindedness.
"This is great, just GREAT. The laptop is in there too." He growled.
"Couldn't we just ask the desk lady to let us in?" Tsuzuki asked hopefully. Hisoka glared at him.
"She's dead, idiot. The monster killed her. She's probably waking up in meifu right now." He snapped. Tsuzuki drooped.
"Oh. Right."
Hisoka sighed, and closed his eyes, deep in thought. When he opened them again, he turned to Tsuzuki.
"Do you have a credit card?" he asked. Tsuzuki blinked.
"I have a library card..." he supplied.
"That will work. Give it to me." He ordered. Tsuzuki blinked again, and pulled out his wallet. After a few moments of digging, he pulled out the card. Hisoka snatched it out of his partner's hand, and turned back to the locked door. He stuck the card between the door and the door frame, and jiggled it around a bit. Within a few seconds, the door unlocked with a soft 'click'. Hisoka handed the card back to Tsuzuki, and opened the door.
"Where did you learn to do that?" Tsuzuki asked, impressed. Hisoka shrugged.
"EnMaCho library had a book on it. I was bored." He answered lamely. Tsuzuki was satisfied with this excuse, though, and followed the boy through the door.
Hisoka, however, had just remembered the bed issue. He groaned. Tsuzuki came up behind his partner, and looked at the bed. He then went to the closet, and pulled out an extra set of blankets. He laid the blankets out of the floor, and plopped down on top of them. Hisoka blinked.
"Tsuzuki, what are you doing?"
"I'm getting ready for bed. I don't know about you, Hisoka, but I'm tired." He stated.
"You're... going to sleep on the floor?" Hisoka asked. Tsuzuki beamed.
"You said yourself; business partners don't share a bed, right?"
Hisoka sat down on the foot of the bed.
"But..." he started, but Tsuzuki cut him off.
"It's okay, Hisoka. I don't mind." He told the boy softly. Hisoka frowned slightly, but didn't say anything.
Regardless of what he told Hisoka before, Tsuzuki was not comfortable on the floor in the least. He tossed and turned, but there was a lump under the carpeting that stuck into his shoulders, and it was really cold on the ground, despite the blankets. But even though he was uncomfortable, he tried to keep his movements to a minimum. He didn't want to wake Hisoka. The boy had to be exhausted after being attacked by the monster.
'To say nothing of the kissing.' Tsuzuki thought. Sighing, he turned over again, shifting, trying to find a decent spot.
"Tsuzuki."
Tsuzuki froze. Was Hisoka asleep?
"Tsuzuki. I know you're awake." Hisoka said sleepily. Tsuzuki sat up.
"Something wrong, Hisoka?" he asked. Hisoka frowned at him.
"Get in here." He demanded, lifting his coverlet. Tsuzuki stared. Hisoka wasn't telling him to get in. He couldn't be.
"Get in, idiot, before I change my mind." Hisoka repeated.
"You're sure?" he asked hesitantly. Hisoka nodded, and flapped the blanket at him.
"Hurry up, all the heat is getting out." He snapped.
Tsuzuki slowly climbed on to the bed, and under the covers, taking special care not to touch Hisoka.
"Now go to sleep." The boy ordered, rolling over so his back was facing Tsuzuki. Said man blinked, still unsure of what made Hisoka change his mind about sharing.
"'Soka?"
"What?"
"Thanks."
Hisoka smiled slightly, still not facing the violet-eyed man.
"Idiot. Go to sleep." He said softly, without his usual sharp tone.
And so Tsuzuki did.
A/N: Well? Good first chapter, I think. Lemon coming up. Reviews please!