Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Pearly ❯ Salirophilia ( Chapter 8 )

Chapter Eight: Salirophilia:

March 3rd, 2010.

8:00 a.m.

Today was the doll festival. Last night, the employees of the guest house set up the displays in the room. Tsuzuki rubbed Anna's lower back.

"Think they were watching us last night?" he asked. Anna frowned as she eyed the emperor and empress on the top layer.

"I hope not!" she said. Tsuzuki chuckled.

"I don't know," he said. "Could be kind of hot." She hit him in the thigh.

"Ow," he said. "I'm joking."

"Not funny!"

"Okay, okay." He kissed her on the cheek. "I love you." Anna smiled and rolled over on her back. She pulled him on top and gave him an open mouthed kiss. Tsuzuki kissed back and angled himself between her thighs.

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April 3rd, 2010.

9:00 p.m.

Hisoka felt his head hurting again. He tried to trace the reason, but nothing came to mind. It started after he learned that his partner married Anna and that became too much. Tsuzuki and Hisoka were starting to fix their relationship too? Anna always came to ruin everything. Hisoka couldn't take it anymore. He shut his eyes. You got married? Why? It's not fair! The boy looked at his partner. Tsuzuki stared down at his drink. He's trying not to look at anyone here. Given the situation, he understood why.

Oppai pubs. Just… Too many boobs here, Hisoka thought. And less clothing too? The girls here only wore hot pink miniskirts that covered their behinds. The black fishnets and pink stilettos didn't do much either.

"Do we have to be here?" Tsuzuki whimpered at his drink.

"Yes," Hisoka said. In a sense, he took in his torment. At least, Tsuzuki and Anna couldn't enjoy each other carnally. Tsuzuki groaned.

"I want to go home," he mumbled.

"But we can't," Hisoka said. "We have work to do, remember?" Tsuzuki dropped his head, groaning. Hisoka looked up to see a topless oppai maid staring at them.

"Is he alright?" she asked. The younger shinigami waved her off.

"Hey sweetheart!" another patron yelled. "Fill up another round over here!"

"Yes!" the waitress yelled. She disappeared over to the man's table. Hisoka watched her bare back. He never understood these places. The boy grew up in a world of class. He would never even dream of hanging out in places like this. The shinigami sneered.

Suddenly, the pain struck him again. Hisoka gasped at his headache. Not again, he thought. Why does this keep happening to me? He glanced up at his partner. Is it because of him? Hisoka shook his head. No, he thought. That can't be it! I'm over him now. Tsuzuki and Anna are married now! I'm over him, aren't I? Somehow, that set Hisoka back into confusion. He struggled, but never could give himself a straight answer. The shinigami sighed and lowered his shoulders. He turned to Tsuzuki.

"I'll be right back," he said. Tsuzuki looked up at him.

"What?!" he whimpered. "Don't leave me here!"

"I'm just going to the bathroom!" Hisoka said, frowning. The boy tried to walk away, but Tsuzuki desperately grabbed him by the wrist. Hisoka jerked his head around.

"Let go, idiot!" he barked as he fought him off.

"Don't leave me here!" his older partner wailed. "They'll start hitting on me again!"

"You'll be fine, now let go!" Hisoka barked. He broke free from his grasp and panted. "I will be right back. Stay there." Hisoka turned and walked away. Tsuzuki sat there, whimpering.

Hisoka walked into a stall in the bathroom, cursing under his breath. Don't act like you need me now, idiot! That old shot to the heart had to return. Hisoka shut his eyes, gulping. At or around this time, he found one possible way to fix this. He reached into his pocket and drew out his cell phone.

"Hello?" the shinigami asked. "Yeah, I really need that treatment now! Yeah, it's gotten that bad."