Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Photos ❯ One-Shot

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Photos
By: Karie

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Nadda song ficcish. Just, a kinda reg'lar fic for once from meh. Only, about as n'rmal as it getsh. Yesh, I know I'm typ'ng we'rd. Dunno whafer. Hisoka x Tsuzuki Enjoy Minna!
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Hisoka frowned at the bare walls of his apartment. He thought long and hard about this.

Tsuzuki's walls had photo's and paintings and posters on them. Of differant people, of his friends and of rock bands. Watari's walls had pictures of scientists on them and they were lined with shelves of glass tubes and things. Tatsumi's walls had neatly arranged photo's of them all and he had one or two paintings up. But Hisoka's apartment had furniture, or what Tsuzuki called, "Firewood posed as chairs and tables."

He frowned, lifted the nail and balenced on the chair neatly, as he placed the nail into the wood of the wall. Then he hopped off the chair, layed the hammer on the small table under his window, and lifted a picture.

It was a photo Tsuzuki had forced him to take with him. They were standing in front of a water fountain and Tatsumi had agreed reluctantly to take their picture. It was nice. Tsuzuki was leaning over his shoulder, laughing and he himself was smiling slightly. It had been a sunny day and they had been playing in the fountain.

Well, Tsuzuki had been playing. Hisoka had spent his time trying to avoid, unsuccessfully, being splashed by the maniac. They were dripping wet.

He climbed back up on the chair and placed the picture over the nail, stepping down and back three paces then going back, moving it a touch, going back three paces then forward to adjust it again. He couldn't deside if it were straight or not. So he got his key, locked the door of his apartment and went to get Tatsumi.

He knocked lightly on the wooden door and it opened precisely two minutes later. Tatsumi was neatly dressed, every hair in place. His glasses glimmered faintly in the light from the apartment.

"Yes? Oh, Hisoka, is there something you need?"

Hisoka nodded and clenched his fingers together rapidly.

"I can't deside if this picture I am hanging is straight or not. So I need you to come and help me. I hate being so small."

The man laughed slightly and stepped out and down to Hisoka's apartment. Hisoka led him inside to the living room and pointed to the only thing on the wall, over the chair he was using.

"Can you help me get it straight?"

The taller man nudged the chair aside, looked at the picture clinically then tapped the wall a little. The vibrations of the wall moved the picture and it hung straight. The man stepped back and nodded.

"Its straight. Are you putting up anything else?"

Hisoka pointed to the box on the floor. It was surrounded by neat piles of pictures each tied with a differant colored ribbon. The two sat down.

"I've been consiering. Everyone else has pictures on their walls. Tsuzuki of music and his friends, you have pictures of us all on the walls, Watari has pictures of weird men in lab coats on his walls, but mine are essentially bare. So, I was thinking to put something up to make it look like someone actually lived here."

The man nodded and looked at the collection of pictures in the box. They were all singles of Tsuzuki. He lifted some and dropped them as if burned, a hand covering his mouth, eyes wide behind the glasses he wore.

"Hisoka... Where did you get these!?"

Hisoka blushed faintly and looked down at the yellow carpet.

"I... Uh... Took them..."

The boy dug to the bottom of the box and pulled out a field camera. He held it out sheepishly.

"There's a half an empty roll in that. I'm not finished with the roll yet."

He took his camera back and hid it again, then moved the box to behind him. Tatsumi was looking at him with shocked eyes. Hisoka just shook his head and started going through a pile of pictures. A hand on his wrist stopped him.

"Why?"

He looked at the hand on his wrist pointedly. Tatsumi removed it and asked again.

"Why?"

Hisoka rubbed his wrist for a moment then shrugged. He didn't really feel like answering. He just gathered his pictures, put them in the box, covering the ones of Tsuzuki and closed the box. He put it under the table under his window and replaced the chair to the corner of the room, lifting the hammer.

"Thank you... For helping with the picture. You were very nice to come help me."

The older man left and Hisoka went into his room after locking the door. He felt like sleeping, so he closed the curtains and crawled into bed, sleeping the moment he was comfortable.

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Tatsumi sat on his couch, drinking a cup of tea and looking at the newspaper blankly. Then he put the paper down and sat the cup to the side. He crossed his legs and thought hard.

Hisoka had a field camera, and a box full of...pictures....of Tsuzuki and he refused to explain them. He had merely closed the box, as if closing the conversation and curtly shown Tatsumi the door. Tatsumi frowned. He'd never seen Hisoka taking pictures before to be perfectly honest. He supposed he would just have to pay more attention. And he'd also never seen Tsuzuki act like he was in the pictures. He would have to pay attention to that too.

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Hisoka hid his camera in his desk, settling down to some paperwork. He could see Tsuzuki out the window, leaning against a sakura tree, pink blossoms raining around him. Hisoka's hand strayed to his camera and he drew it out, adjusting the distance and pressing the shutter. He turned the film forward and put the camera back then went back to his paperwork with a tiny smile of satisfaction.

Soon he heard Tsuzuki's voice in the building, whining about having to do paperwork. He wiped the little smile off his face and bent his head to his task, peeking from the corner of his eyes to see Tsuzuki pestering Tatsumi, practically trying to kiss him he was getting so close. His hand moved to his camera and he quickly got a picture of the lustful pose Tsuzuki was making before he wound the film up and put the camera away. Then Tsuzuki was settling in at the desk, still grumbling. Hisoka contained himself as he kept at his work, until Tatsumi came in and said they had an assignment. Someone that should have been but wasn't. Hisoka capped his pen and got his things, remembering to hide the camera. He followed Tatsumi and Tsuzuki. Then they went into the real world and sat in a coffee shop. They discussed their assignment and Tsuzuki was annoyed.

"I'm sick of all this work. Why can't we have a day off."

"Why can't you stop destroying the library so you don't have to work off the money for repairs. Then you might be getting a day off."

Hisoka looked past Tsuzuki at the small park where some children were playing. Then he reached into his bag and pulled out a folder. He pulled two snapshots out and slid them across the table.

"This is the person we are after. Hizamazúku Gisei. She's a very genki girl. But, people are starting to see less and less of her. Don't blow it. Baka."

The girl's smile was ginuine, her skin was dark and her hair was so light it seemed white. Her eyes were green with flecks of gold and she wore a neat soccer outfit in one and the other was a nice shirt with her school's badge on the shoulder and a skirt with knee socks and flat black shoes.

"Hizamazúku Gisei. Right. How are we supposed to do this?"

"She's a soccer player, obviously. I'll be a new student and you'll be a soccer coach. Tatsumi's got it all set up."

Tsuzuki was frowning.

"I don't know anything about soccer."

"So. Learn. Come on. I have to enroll and you have practice, Tsuzuki-SAN."

Hisoka bit back his laughter at the long face Tsuzuki pulled as they headed for the school.

Hisoka hid under the bleachers with his camera. The girl was running over the field after the ball. Her team was shouting and Tsuzuki was trying to help from the side lines. The man was in shorts and a faculty t-shirt. Hisoka smiled and lifted the field camera, adjusting the distance. He snapped his partner's picture, the tall man's profile outlined in the dying sunlight. Then Tsuzuki blew the whistle and practice ground to a halt. The girls were walking home. Hisoka came from under the bleachers and fell in with the target.

"Hizamazúku Gisei? I'm Hisoka Yoroi. I was wondering if you could help me with something."

"Ano? Gomen nasai, I wasn't listening. Who are you?"

Hisoka noted that her eyes were slightly unfocused and clouded.

"Hisoka Yoroi. I'm new."

"Oh, yes, I remember. You're in my creative writting class."

"Yes. I was wondering if you could catch me up on everything, since I just started here."

Hisoka carefully posed questions, noting the tones and the tired way she said things and kept spacing out. Finally she stopped at a gate and bowed slightly.

"I have to go in. Oyasumi nasai Hisoka-kun."

"Oyasumi Ginsei-kun."

Hisoka continued down the street and into the gate and into the house he shared with Tsuzuki for this. He sat down and carefully wrote out everything he'd observed. One of the GuShoShin, the elder, popped in.

"Well? Anything?"

"I found her. She may be alive technically, but there is definantly nothing there. She's very absent. I wrote some things down after talking to her on my way home."

The little thing poured over the neat rows of script then nodded, puffing itself up.

"Her body is alive. But there is not spirit. She must be brought in swiftly, Hisoka-kun. Or else. Tatsumi is starting to fuss."

Hisoka nodded and went to find Tsuzuki. The GuShoShin elder went back off to his library with his brother. Hisoka grabbed Tsuzuki away from his dinner and dragged him out protesting.

"But Hisoka~~~~a! Its dinner ti~~~~ime!"

"Not for us it's not. We have a job to do and it ISN'T stuffing our faces. Now stop whining."

They changed clothes on the way. The girl was sitting on her roof top, staring up at the cloudy sky when Hisoka and Tsuzuki stepped out of the air. The girl jumped slightly.

"Tsuzuki-sensei! Hisoka-kun! How did you get up here!"

Hisoka calmly explained who and what they were and why they were there. The girl nodded quietly afterwards, staring up at the sky for a moment.

"I think... I understand. So, I'm not, alive, anymore?"

"No. Your body is, but your spirit is gone. We have to take you back, I'm afraid. We had to find a way to verify this and then get close to you, so we became a part of your school. Are you ready to go?"

The girl nodded and trustingly gave Hisoka her hand.

"Yes. I... Believe you."

Hisoka drew the girl in and they took her to the courts and went back to their apartments. Hisoka vanished into his then, looking out the crack of the door, dashed into the locked basement, locking the door behind him. He developed his roll of film and looked at his pictures hanging out to dry. He touched them lightly with gloved fingertips. Once they were dry, he slipped them into a brown leather binder and left the basement darkroom. He was going down the hall to his room when he encountered Tsuzuki coming from the closed door to his apartment.

"Oh, Hisoka! I was looking for you. I was bored and thought I'd give you a visit."

Hisoka reluctantly let the man in and sat on the floor, pulling his box to him and starting to slip the binder in without letting Tsuzuki see the box. The man was examining the picture on his wall.

"So, you finally put something up? Huh. I remember when we had this taken. You were all wet. But you're smiling, which is rare. Cool fountain. Hey, whats that?!"

Hisoka clutched his box as Tsuzuki fell on it and tried to open it.

"No! Don't you dare! TSUZUKI!!!!"

The man was trying to pry him off when Hisoka nearly blanked out as the emotions coursing through from Tsuzuki to himself. He limped and flopped over the box, sucking in air and glaring at Tsuzuki.

"You BONEHEAD! You know better!"

The man just pouted cutely and Hisoka felt the urge to get his camera. Instead he closed the box and was shoving it under the table when Tsuzuki plucked it up off the floor and sat down and started taking pictures out. The tied piles were on the floor and he was starting to take out the loose ones under them when he actually stopped to look at a few. The man's eyes went slightly wide then he started flipping to new pictures slowly, looking at them.

"Where, are these all from? I don't remember having them taken."

Hisoka just clutched his binder and pulled his camera out of his shirt.

"I took them. You weren't looking, and you didn't notice."

"Huh."

Tsuzuki was piling them up, purple eyes taking in each picture. Some were, a little bare, but most were just times when Hisoka's fingers had just taken the picture without him actually paying attention.

Tsuzuki chose to hold up one that was bare. He was standing in the shower, head back, letting the water flow over him. Hisoka's face warmed in a pink blush and he turned his head.

"Hisoka..."

Tsuzuki was teasing him. The man was a pest.

"I think thats enough, Tsuzuki."

The man was starting to get down to the more, umm, yeah, pictures. The man's eyes were going wide and shiny. Soon there were only the ones in Hisoka's binder left. Tsuzuki just pulled the thing from Hisoka's numb fingers and opened it, flipping through the pictures.

"Hey, some of these are from today. Like this one."

He held up the one from the soccer field and Hisoka nodded mutely.

"Where were you? I didn't know you were there."

"Under the bleachers..."

"Oh."

The pictures were put back in the box and the box was closed and put under the table. Hisoka's face was hot with embarassment at being found out. He was staring at his carpet, his hands folded in his lap. Suddenly, gloved hands were tipping his head up. Wide green eyes stared into intense violet.

"Hisoka..."

Tsuzuki was close. So close that Hisoka could feel his breath when the man spoke, felt it puffing softly against his mouth. Then there was no space. Tsuzuki's mouth was on his, kissing him. Hisoka's green eyes widened enormously then slid shut. Tsuzuki's hands were on his arms, holding him in place. Hisoka felt warm all the way to his toes.

Then that wonderful kiss was gone and that soft voice was in his ear, just breathing his name.

"Hisoka..."

Hisoka's eyes slid open, staring sort of numbly at the far wall as warm lips kissed his throat. His hands were clutching Tsuzuki's shirt, holding himself up. He slowly became aware that he was whimpering softly. He forced himself to let go and gently push Tsuzuki back, looking away guiltily, his voice a bare whisper.

"Don't... Please."

Those hands moved his face back towards the other's and those intense eyes caught his own.

"Why not?"

Hisoka put a hand on Tsuzuki's arm, pushing his hand away.

"You don't really mean it... You're just-"

"I'm just being compleatly stupid? A baka? You don't know what I -really mean-, Hisoka."

Hisoka shook his head, pain flashing in his green eyes as his mouth opened to protest. Those intense violet eyes were flashing anger now, instead of smouldering with passion like they had been moments ago. Tsuzuki's rather annoyed voice cut him off.

"No, just don't. Your the one that doesn't mean anything. You don't know what you want."

Hisoka's hand covered his mouth and suddenly he felt ill. His eyes, full of horror and pain were wide and suddenly he was very pale. He rose shakilly up from the floor, swaying slightly before he turned and tried to walk but ended up running into the bathroom. He fell in front of the toilet and spent about five minutes heaving up anything in his stomach. Then he just collapsed there, after flushing the toilet with a shaking hand, tears welling up and spilling from the wide green eyes.

"Hisoka? Are you okay? Hisoka?"

He'd closed the door and locked it. He could hear Tsuzuki's worried voice through the wood. He slowly stood and washed his mouth out. Then he opened the door, rubbing his hand over his eyes and fighting back his tears.

"I- I'm fine. I just-"

"I'm sorry."

Tsuzuki pulled Hisoka into him, wrapping his arms around Hisoka's narrow shoulders. The boy collapsed into him, crying quietly into the violet-eyed shinigami's shirt. Finally he pulled back and tipped back Hisoka's face.

"I shouldn't have gotten mad at you. But, you really don't know what I mean all the time. Sometimes, you just have to trust me."

"But-"

"Shhh. Hisoka..."

Hisoka melted at that soft whisper. Those soft lips caught his mouth and he was again on the recieving end of that warming, wonderful kiss. When Tsuzuki let his mouth go, Hisoka's lightly pink lips were curved upwards in a kind of pleased, dazed smile.

"Hisoka..."

Hisoka shivered at Tsuzuki's voice in his ear, the syllables of his name rolling from those lips. Lips that were working their way down his throat. Hisoka trembled in Tsuzuki's arms, hearing himself as if he were far far away, whimpering out the older man's name.

"Ts- Tsuzuki.. Ah-ah Tsuzuki..."

"Hisoka..."

The man swept him up and carried him into Hisoka's room. The bed was large, taking up most of the space in the room. There was a small closet, hidden by a curtain of wooden beads. Hisoka had made the curtain himself. He'd hung it with the help of Watari and Tatsumi.

"Hisoka..."

Hisoka was layed on the soft mattress and he felt it dip as Tsuzuki sat on the side, leaning over, kissing him again, pressing him back into the mattress. Hisoka's mouth was burning, his body a limp gooey mass. Or at least thats how he felt.

Tsuzuki had amazing hands. Hisoka had spent hours, just watching him from their desks, under the pretense of doing his paper work, watching those hands. Even if all he was doing was playing cat's cradle. Those hands facinated Hisoka. And now they were on his skin. They weren't covered in those rough leather gloves, and Hisoka could feel the emotions and thoughts pouring in from Tsuzuki. They filled him, mixing with his own feelings and emotions.

Those hands slid his shirt off, dropping it away while his own small soft and, as Tsuzuki teasingly called them, elven hands fisted in Tsuzuki's shirt. He didn't fumble, but he paused for a moment, daring to look up at Tsuzuki, silently asking permission. The older man's smile was soft and those violet eyes smouldered. Hisoka smiled faintly and slowly unfastened a button on Tsuzuki's shirt. The man's smile quirked up a notch and turned slightly teasing. The voice, whispered over him.

"Getting daring are we, Elf?"

Hisoka blushed under the man, fingers undoing another four buttons.

"I'm not an elf."

"Hisoka..."

Those hands slid down Hisoka's thin frame, causing him to shiver under Tsuzuki. He succeeded in unbuttoning the shirt and slid it back, tugging it gently off of Tsuzuki. He'd long ago commited the man's phisique to memory through the photo's he'd gained, but he'd only dreamed of actually being able to feel it under his fingertips. Now he had total permission.

Tsuzuki's skin was smooth and streached over finely lined muscles, his body a strong 26-year-olds body while Hisoka's would never be more than sixteen. Hisoka watched his thin fingers trail over the soft skin in slight facination, over the contours his eyes and mind already knew. He searched out slowly each sensitive place his fingers could reach.

"Hi- Hisoka!"

Hisoka smiled slightly and gently brushed his fingers over the bulge of Tsuzuki's tight pants again. He paused and looked up at Tsuzuki who was holding himself up with his hands on the bed to either side of Hisoka's head. The man's violet eyes were shut and his mouth was open in short gasping breaths. Hisoka left Tsuzuki alone, reaching out to trace the curve of Tsuzuki's face with his fingers, letting himself memorize now by touch.

"Tsuzuki... I.."

"Hush... Hisoka."

The man's fingers were sliding down his stomach, sending chills through him. They caught on the top of Hisoka's jeans and pulled the button open slowly, then slid the zipper down. Hisoka couldn't do more than lift his hips as Tsuzuki slid the pants down the length of his legs and off. His socks were removed as well, since he was home and didn't like shoes on the carpet.

Those amazing hands slid up his thighs and over his hips. Hisoka's elven fingers twined in the man's dark chocolate coloured hair. He was graced with one of those wonderful, melting kisses and could only whimper when the man drew away from him. There was a soft rustle and the bed shifted then the man's warm, and slightly heavy form settled over Hisoka.

"Hisoka... Hisoka..."

The mentioned boy opened glazed green eyes to gaze up at the smiling face of the man that was his partner. Those intense violet eyes swarmed his vision, pushing all else away. He moaned softly, voice dying to a soft, continuous whimper. The finger slid in and out slowly, allowing him to become used to the invasion before a second and then a third joined it, pushing in and out, streaching him.

"Shhh... Hisoka..."

"Tsu- Tsuzuki... Ah... Tsuzuki..."

Hisoka whimpered softly, turning his head to the side, eyes shutting for some reason he couldn't understand. Then his body arched, eyes flying open, mouth open and without sound. Tsuzuki slid slowly into him, pushing gently and then moving out and back in a little more. Hisoka's green eyes glazed and his body came back to the bed with a soft thump.

"Hisoka... Nnng.. Hisoka..."

Hisoka whimpered softly as Tsuzuki stroked in and out of him, one of those hands catching his length up, that smooth palm sliding up and down, those fingers curled so firmly around him. His body arched and relaxed over and over, Tsuzuki's name coming in soft whimpers and breathless cries. Then something inside him tightened a little more and suddenly relaxed. His body came up, taunt, curved until his hands sought something to hold, allowing him to grasp the headboard as his body came compleatly off the bed. He could feel the warmth flowing out, spilling onto his stomach and he softly sobbed out for the other man.

"Tsu- Tsuzuki!"

The other man's soft cry answered him, his name dropping breathlessly from those lips. He could feel the heat flooding into him as he crashed back to the bed, hands slipping from the solid wood of the headboard. He lay still for a moment, eyes closed as he gasped for air. It seemed suddenly, there wasn't enough in the room for his lungs to use. He felt Tsuzuki pull away and started to protest, thinking the man was leaving him before warm arms pulled him against that broad, warm chest and those soft lips kissed his forehead.

Hisoka wrapped his arms around Tsuzuki's neck, burying his flushed face in the man's shoulder, remembering how to breathe something approaching normally again. Then he opened his eyes and lifted his head, shaking it slightly to move some of his sandy blonde hair back out of his wide green eyes.

"Tsuzuki, why-"

"Shh."

The man loosed an arm and placed a single finger over Hisoka's lips, stilling the boy's words. Those intense violet eyes gleamed up at him, boiling with emotions under the calm surface. And without anything between them, the boy couldn't block them, Tsuzuki's emotions were too strong. The boy's mind whirled. Lust was more prominant now after what had gone on, but almost as strong was the feeling of love and the contentment Tsuzuki was radiating. Hisoka squeezed his eyes shut for a moment and then opened them again, looking at Tsuzuki with wide eyes.

"You-"

"Shh. Sleep. We can talk later. I'm tired, and I know you are."

Hisoka paused then leaned up and pulled the board off the top of the headboard and pulled out a rolled up photo before he replaced the board. He unrolled it and showed it to Tsuzuki.

It was a sunset. Tsuzuki was standing in the sunlight, holding out his hand. With the sun dying behind him, he was pretty dark but those eyes, those intense, expressive eyes, they glimmered, beckoning him.

The man just smiled and put the picture aside, pulling him down to Tsuzuki where the man tucked the boy against him.

"We'll frame it later and I'll help you hang it in the living room."

Hisoka just smiled slightly, closing his eyes and kissing Tsuzuki's throat slightly.

"All right. Oyasumi Tsuzuki-chan."

"Oyasumi, Hisoka-chan"

Hisoka smiled a little more, and fell asleep comfortably.

~OWARI~

*pulls down her eyelid and blows you a raspberry* Nyah! I liked it! It was sappy enough for me! I swear, my mum is gonna have to mop again to get the sap off the floor. Ja!

KARIE *muah!*