Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Games of the Mind and Pleasure ❯ All you can Eat...? ( Chapter 4 )

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Where is Hisoka…?”, Kira mutters, as he sat in the hotel-lobby with a sketch-pad in his lap drawing something in it, “Did he get lost…?”, he wonders.

 

Hisoka walks into the lobby, looking like someone ran his dog over, in front of him no less.

 

“Hisoka, where have you been? You made me so worried that you got lost”, Kira exclaims, as he stood up and hurried over to Hisoka, “So did you find any clues?”

 

“I didn't find anything…”, he replies.

 

“This mission is going to be harder than I thought…”, Kira sighs, then looks at his watch, “Well, it's 6:35 how about we get something to eat…”

 

“Are you a lefty?”

 

“Huh…?”

 

“Your watch is on your right-wrist, are you left-handed?”

 

Kira lifts his wrist up to look at his watch, “This? No, I'm right-handed. It just feels more comfortable on my right-wrist than on my left…”

 

“We're you sketching while waiting for me?”, Hisoka asks, noticing the drawing-pad in his other hand.

 

“Yeah, I was”.

 

“What were you drawing?”

 

“The image of the killer I picked up from the victim…”, Kira states, “Oh, I had a feeling I had forgotten something, I forgot to tell you what the killer looked like! I'm sorry…”

 

Hisoka snatches the pad from Kira's hands, “Well, if your drawing of the killer is any good, I can see it and use that during the search tomorrow…”, he says, flipping the book open.

 

“Hey, wait!”

 

“Wow…”, he gasps, “These are pretty good…”, he mutters, flipping through the pages, “You even sketched me asleep on the train… It looks like a photo, not a drawing…”, he flips to the latest-drawing, to find himself staring at the sketch of a beautiful woman with extremely long black hair covering half her face and dark, almost black eyes that you couldn't tell where her irises stopped and her pupils began staring back at him, “So this is the face of the killer…”

 

“Yeah…”, Kira hesitantly replies.

 

“I can understand why the victims can't help but get close to her…”

 

“Hisoka, have… have you fallen in love with her…?”

 

“No…”, he bluntly states with a cold look on his face.

 

“Man, you sure can be scary…”, Kira squeaks, acting as if Hisoka's icy-gaze had turned his body to ice, though it did make his blood run cold.

 

“Let's not fool around anymore, I'm starting to get hungry…”, Hisoka sighs, handing the sketch-book back to it's owner, “Let's go…”, he orders, walks towards the exit.

 

“Okay…”, the temporary partner mutters, following Hisoka outside.

 

“So…? Do you know of any good restaurants?”

 

“I sure do!”, Kira proudly says, “And we're in luck too! They're having an all you can eat buffet!”

 

“Sounds like a place I can't take Tsuzuki to…”, he lightly chuckles.

 

“Tsuzuki…? Is that your partner in the hospital?”

 

“Yeah, he's practically a bottomless-pit when it comes to food and sweets…”, he groans.

 

“A regular `King of the Sweet-tooth's', huh?”

 

“Not regular, Supreme King of the Sweet-tooth's…”

 

“Please don't tell me he's fat and lazy, and that he isn't in the hospital for over-eating…?”

 

“Lazy, yes… Fat, no… His energy seems to know no bounds and he's in the hospital recovering from his injuries he received during our last mission…”

 

“But I thought Shinigamis like us were able to recover quickly…?”

 

“True, but there are things that can kill a Shinigami…”

 

“Touda…”

 

“What…? How do you know that name?”, Hisoka shouts.

 

“Sorry, I unconsciously read your mind again…”, Kira apologizes.

 

“It's alright… But yeah, Tsuzuki's Shikigami; Touda, had caused his injuries when Tsuzuki tried to commit suicide using his power…”

 

“Being a Shinigami can't be that bad…”

 

“It isn't, Tsuzuki just had a hard past when he was alive…”

 

“I see…”, Kira mutters, “Hey, we're here!”

 

Hisoka looks up at the restaurant sign, “Saiyuki Cuisine: Food from all around the world served here… Interesting... So do they actually serve as they advertise?”

 

“Yep, they serve Japanese, Chinese, Italian, Greek, Thai, French, Korean, and American, just to name a few…” Kira shrugs, “They even serve desserts from other counties as well…”

 

“Tsuzuki would like this place…”, Hisoka smirks to himself, “Not to mention everyone else back at the Ministry as well…”

 

“So, are we going in or are we just going to starve out here?”

 

“Oh, sorry… I must have spaced out…”

 

“Do you know you look better when you smile and laugh? And that you should do it more often…”, Kira points out.

 

“I think I recall Tsuzuki saying that to me once…”, he replies, heading inside as Kira held the door for him.

 

 

 

 

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-An Hour Later-

 

 

 

 

“Ah… Kira…?”, Hisoka questions, with his eyes wide in shock as he looks at the five used plates piled up beside Kira as he tore into his sixth-plate of BBQ-Ribs.

 

“Yeah…? What is it Hisoka?”, he asks, with BBQ-sauce all around his mouth.

 

“You seem to love those ribs… Almost as much as Tsuzuki loves sweets…”

 

“Hey you can't blame me… I haven't had Saiyuki BBQ-Ribs in ten years…”, he states, politely wiping the sauce from his face.

 

“King of BBQ-Ribs…”

 

“Supreme Ruler, more like it!”

 

“Oh, Kira! I haven't seen you in a while!”, a waitress exclaims, coming up to the table.

 

“Hibiki, how have you been?”

 

“Fine, but my dad bummed out of his job and forced me to get one just to support him and his drinking…”, Hibiki groans.

 

“I told you ten years ago that you should have gone to live with you grandparents before he got that way…”

 

“You're harsh as always, Kira. Even when we were kids…”, she pouts.

 

“It's not my fault I can see through things…”, Kira shrugs.

 

“So who is this charming young man?”

 

“Too young for you…”, Kira bluntly states.

 

“Oh really, then why are you eating dinner with him?”

 

“Kira was hired by my parents to escort me in my studies, I'm currently studying the history and legends of Izumo”, Hisoka bluffs.

 

“I see…”, Hibiki gasps, believing his lie, “Well, good luck on your studies…”, she bows, before leaving to wait on another table.

 

“Thanks for covering…”, Kira whispers, as he rose to his feet.

 

“Don't mention it…”

 

“She was always so nosey, that I could never come up with a convincible lie…”

 

“Tsuzuki has a habit of being meddlesome, so I'm used to it…”

 

“He's that bad?”

 

“Embarrassing, more like it…”

 

“He sounds like a nice guy…”, Kira sighs.

 

“He's an idiot, but he has his good-points…”

 

“Like being the most powerful Shinigami the ministry has…?”

 

“How did…?”

 

“Konoe told me a little about Tsuzuki… Famous for his strength, but his slacker ways make you forget that he's powerful, right?”, Kira replies, walking up ahead of Hisoka with his hands behind his head.

 

“Hey Kira?”

 

“Yes?”, he mutters, stopping and turning towards the teen.

 

“I never asked, but how old were you when you died?”

 

“I'm 21, was going to be 22 in October…”

 

“October…? My birthday was in October, what day?”

 

“The thirteenth… And yours…?”

 

“The eighteenth…”

 

“Five days apart… Who knew?”, Kira shrugs, “Know what? I'm up for a drink!”

 

“Are you serious?!”, Hisoka shouts.

 

“Just kidding… But I would like one sometime during the week, though…”

 

“I'll buy you one after we solve the case, okay?”

 

“Sure, but you're under-aged…”

 

“Didn't stop me from going into a bar to make sure Tsuzuki didn't end up in a gutter somewhere…”

 

“Despite your harsh words, you really do care for you partner, don't you?”

 

“Leave me alone!”, Hisoka protests, trying to hide the blush on his cheeks.

 

“Ha! I knew it! You do care for him! So much that you're blushing!”

 

“I said, leave me alone!”

 

“I've finally found you… I'll kill you and gain my revenge soon…”, a female voice hisses, as she watches the two partners walk down the sidewalk back towards their hotel as Kira continues to tease Hisoka for blushing, “My revenge for what your ancestors had done to me…”

 

 

 

 

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