Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Pure ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Sorry typos may be included, but hopefully not many. Probably some sentence structure errors and that too…… I've thought about getting a beta-er but I wasn't sure how that'd work….. “Type what you change in red next to the original?” “Add any ideas or suggestion at the bottom of the fic in purple?” yeeaaaahh! Anyway, this fanfic had the most hits and comments at ff.net…. seemed pretty popular at aff.net too…. Hopefully you'll enjoy it here ^ ^;

 

 

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"Hiiii-soooo-kaaa!" a clear and warm voice sang out as the 216th bathroom door to one of Kyoto's hotel rooms opened. "There's breakfast waaaiiitiiing! Come on, we can't be late!" the jovial young man entered the main room, smiling and threw the blankets off of the bed that another young man was sleeping in.

 

"Tsuzuki.... please, it's still too early," Hisoka, Tsuzuki's younger partner moaned and turned over in the bed before he was met with a cold draft of air.

 

"But it's a buffet!"

 

"I don't care if it's a schmorgasboard! Give me the covers back and let me sleep! We worked way too hard yesterday!" Hisoka complained and curled himself up to keep warm, burying his head annoyingly into the pillow.

 

Tsuzuki looked a little puzzled, as if contemplating something, then smiled a mischievous little grin and sat down on the bed, dropping the sheets and looking fondly at his partner. Silence overtook the room for a lingering moment.

 

'I'd better just pretend to go back to sleep. I don't want to know what he's thinking.... it's bad enough even if I can't help reading his thoughts that I know what's on his mind!' were Hisoka's exact thoughts.

 

'Hmmm...' Tsuzki envisoned a nice detailed picture of himself still in bed, taking care of a not-so-well Hisoka.

 

There was a way to get Hisoka up..... and then there was THE way to get Hisoka up. The youngest of the two curled up tiredly and concieved the thoughts that Tsuzuki fancied: them both tustling around in the bed like they had the other night. Hisoka's eyes flew open and he jumped up, enraged. He stared vicously at Tsuzuki who looked rather confused as the sheets were thrown completely to the ground, then gave a little laugh as he looked into Hisoka's eyes.

 

"Well, that always seems to work..." Tsuzuki laughed again with a friendly smile, a glint in his eye, but Hisoka was blushing furiously and, in a fluster, creamed his older partner in the head with a pillow to hide it.

 

"You idiot," he murmured, unable to manage anything else, then stood up, fixed his hair in a mirror and left through the still open door.

 

"Hey!" The boy heard Tsuzuki's shout behind him as he left the messy bed and now empty room behind. "Don't think you'll get the entire breakfast buffet without me!" The puppy dog caught up with Hisoka and grinned with a thumbs up and a wink.

 

"But you just can't seem to stay away from me, can you?" he asked in seriousness now, looking at Hisoka from the corner of his eye. Hisoka didn't reply, but took to looking away and blushing again.

 

"Just shut up, he muttered as they reached an elevator. Tsuzuki hit the down button and waited for the elevator to open and accept them in, then pressed the floor one button.

 

They were on the third floor, but the long ten second count inside the small and rather seemingly crowded space seemed like it took a lifetime. It also didn't help much that Tsuzuki was thinking very suggestive things about him. Hisoka clenched a fist as a tic started in his temple before another image of them, sweat soaked and panting, flashed through his mind.

 

'That dirty perverted bastard!' he thought, gritting his teeth and trying to put up with it. Although he, Hisoka, denied ever sleeping with Tsuzuki or even feeling so much love for him, he rather enjoyed the visions that his partner conjured from the midst of the nerve wracking mission they were on.

 

Tsuzuki was standing behind Hisoka, smiling happily and humming as he daydreamed about his partner who was still blushing furiously as the elevator came to a stop with a small ding. And right before Hisoka was about to yell at Tsuzuki to quit fantasizing and think about food at least, or better yet, work, an extremely enticing picture lingered in his mind and he couldn't help but swoon over it. His knees felt weak, as if they were about to give way. The thought wavered through his head; an image of Tsuzuki, his rippling muscles under his soft, smooth skin flexing against his, Hisoka's; skin to skin, hand in hand, and the dreary look of a passionate lust that filled his loving gaze as he, Tsuzuki, came into him with a soft moan escaping his lips before—

 

Suddenly Hisoka was awaken from his dream like trance and pulled through the open elevator doors as Tsuzuki's thoughts abruptly changed from sex to food.

 

'That idiot,' Hisoka said to himself, a hand on his temple to easy his oncoming headache. But he was relieved that he hadn't continued for fear that he'd be aroused to the point of either running back to the bureau's office or grabbing his partner and turning right around to head back to the room they were sharing. Tsuzuki happily called from the buffet table he was at, a plate in one hand already piled with fried eggs and rice, cold shrimp, toast with butter and jam, a large glass of milk and a small plate stacking three doughnuts.

 

"Hisoka! Hurry up!!! It looks wonderful!" the older man chimed, puppy dog tail wagging furiously as he grabbed a pair of chopsticks and placed his food down, then went back to get more.

 

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Hisoka replied impatiently but in a dull tone. He grabbed a can of orange juice and sat down. Tsuzuki came back a moment later with a more american style breakfast, sausage and bacon over a green pepper omelette with a couple pancakes on the side. He also had a glass of orange juice and as he sat down, he gave Hisoka a stupendous look.

 

"Wh-what?" he started with a whimper that turned into a cry, "Just juice?! No no young man! This is a buffet, an all you can eat! You have to get something else!" Tsuzuki tried to reason with his partner who looked taken aback. "Besides, aren't you hungry from all <i>work</i> yesterday? Hm?" Tsuzuki lifted an eyebrow at him as he leaned across the table on his elbow. Hisoka looked quizzical a moment before realizing what his partner was saying, then blushed and looked away, angry again at him for bringing it up.

 

"Stupid!" he spat, "just keep your thoughts to yourself. And no I am not hungry!"

Hisoka defiantly took a long drink from his can as Tsuzki held his chopsticks, ready to dig in.

 

"Let's eat!" And so Tsuzuki ate like a bottomless pit while Hisoka stared, bored, into space. Half way through a doughnut, Tsuzuki asked if he'd like some.

"You sure?" he asked again, pushing a rather no-so-tempting baked goodie Hisoka's way.

 

"I said no," Hisoka replied once again, and look away, a hand on his cheek as he crumpled up his tin can.

 

"Well," Tsuzuki added thoughtfully after a moment, one fourth of a pancake in his mouth. He swallowed, then finished, "You could have at least had some milk! It'll help you get stronger. Get more meat on your bones."

 

The older shinigami eyed the younger one predatorily as Hisoka looked up.

"What?" he asked.

 

"Unless, of course. You want some of mine..." Tsuzuki trialed off, staring intently at Hisoka. Both of their eyes flashed to Tsuzuki's empty glass of milk.

 

"What? Milk?" Hisoka asked skeptically, quietly. His partner leaned foreward, fingers laced, his chin resting on them. He had that crazy little glint in his eye. Hisoka only felt that Tsuzuki had intentions, but he didn't know what kind of intentions. From the way he looked probably bad ones.

 

'But maybe this bad.... is good,' Hisoka pondered, 'If it's anything like the past few days.... I want it! Before it's taken away, I want it! But should I tell him?"

 

Hisoka's eyes flashed alarm as he thought of raising the question. Tsuzuki caught his awkward stare and decided to leave it at that.

 

"Well then. If you're done, let's go and check out after we get what we need in the room," Tsuzuki declared and got up, pushing his chair back and looking fondly at the boy.

 

"Whatever." Hisoka stood up as well. Tsuzuki stepped around the table to Hisoka and offered him an arm.

 

"Shall we then?" he asked with a playful smile, but Hisoka just ignored him and headed back to the elevator.

 

'Sheesh! What's <i>his</i> problem? It's not something I did is it?' Tsuzuki thought with worriment tracing his face and a finger to his lip before he started after the boy.

 

"Hisoka! Wait for me!" he called to him, and caught up once he had reached the elevators.

 

"What is it now?" Hisoka sighed and looked at his partner, one hand on his hip, the other gently touching the up button. As soon as they were on, Tsuzuki grabbed Hisoka up in a tight hug, arms around his waist, head on his shoulder.

 

"Tsu....Tsuzuki," Hisoka breathed, growing red, "Tsuzuki?" The boy could feel the worry and concern radiating from his partner.

 

Although he knew the consequences of things, and what was sure to happen, in a sense, he, Hisoka, wanted it all to happen, over and over again.

 

'Tsuzuki, you idiot, couldn't you wait until we're off the elevator first?' Hisoka thought as he closed his eyes and held the arms that wrapped around him with his hands.