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By Gaki (tooboe @ blue-prism.net) AUTHOR'S NOTE: A short post Kyoto Arc song ficlet. It's a spur of the moment so it sucks XD Hum.. spoilers for those who haven't watched the Anime or read the Manga. The song Drive You Home is by Garbage. Download or buy the cd. NOW XD OOC-ness is ensured. Fluff? ^^. Idiot. He thought as he watched the older man call for another glass of sake. Enough is enough. "Oi! Tsuzuki! Stop drinking! We have work early tomorrow!" "Aww... Hi*hiccup*sokaaa. Just one more, 'kay?" Slurred Tsuzuki as he picked up another full glass. He glared and sighed. If it wasn't for the fact that the chocolate haired man would be an old grouch the next morning without his sake, he would've dragged him out already. "Fine, that's your last one." "S..sankyuu, 'Soka!" Tsuzuki chirped as he leap forward to encase the boy in a hug, only to fall down his stool and kiss the floor. "Itaiiii~!!!" Hisoka rolled his eyes and sighed. "Baka..."
It's funny how
"No more!!" "Mouuu!! *hiccups* 'Soka, don't be so mean!! Just one more!" Tsuzuki replied, or rather tried to, as he lifted three fingers up. "Just one 'ore." "No!" Hisoka glared. "Kachou's gonna lecture you in the morning and the hangover you're gonna get isn't gonna help! And I'm not gonna be your shield this time, Tsuzuki!" Tsuzuki pulled one eyelid open to look at him from under his arm. "Maa *hiccups* maa, 'soka. I'll be fiine." He lifted his head, a silly drunken grin plastered on his face. "Nani? 're you just a bit worried about me, Hisoka?" He couldn't stop the slight blush, even now. "D-don't be an idiot! I just don't want to listen to you whining to me tomorrow!" Tsuzuki winked at him and threw an arm around his shoulders, leaning against him slightly. "Daiiijoubu, 'Soka! I *hiccups* won't whine tomorrow!" He held up his other hand, still holding the cup, and lifted his pinkie. "Yubiki!" Hisoka frowned at him as large violets stared at him, waiting for him to lock his own pinkie around the one offered to him. "Fine. If you do I'm allowed to beat you up." A slender pale pinkie warped itself around a larger tanned one, making a promise.
Walk on shells tonight
".... Hisoka?" He looked up from his book that he'd brought along. "Nani?" ".... Muraki's still alive, ne?" He looked away. ".. Aa.. he's still alive." He unconsciously fingered his shirt, his skin itching slightly underneath his turtle neck. He didn't see a large tan hand reaching out, taking his own cool ones into it. Hisoka turned around and blinked at his partner. Tsuzuki had pulled his hand back, bringing it to rest under his chin and keeping it there. His eyes were dark and cloudy with sake and something else. Hisoka closed his eyes. Fear. Hate. Loathing. Green eyes opened again and stared at the man before them. And protectiveness. "Hisoka?" Tsuzuki's voice was small and warm against his cool hand. "Aa?" Tsuzuki closed his eyes. Uncertainty. "I am human, right?" He couldn't stop himself. "Baka..." Of course you're human. The man only smiled and sighed, pressing his lips against his own hand, letting his hot breath tickle the smaller one underneath. Relief.
I got down on myself
"Stop it." Hisoka said as the silence became uncomfortable. "Stop thinking about it." Tsuzuki smiled, rather tried to smile at him. His tears ruined it for him. "Gomen. I-" "Shut up and stop it." He said again. His captured hand turned into a fist. "It's not your fault. Everything's okay now. So stop it." A trembling sigh and stray tears slid down flushed cheeks. The fist uncurled itself and brushed away those offending droplets. Another sigh was heard as that same cheek leaned against the cool hand, a soft whisper of a thank you hung in the air.
I never said I was perfect
"Give me your key." He said as he held out his hand, while trying to support the taller man's weight. "Hurry." "Hai hai," Tsuzuki said as he fished through his pockets for a small key. "Anou... it's in 'ere somewhere.." Hisoka rolled his eyes and growled. "Move your hand. Lemme look." Tsuzuki did as he was told, pulling his hand out of his pocket while Hisoka's slipped in. He giggled as the boy's fingers tickled his sides while clawing for his keys. Finally, Hisoka pulled out a long key chain and unlocked the front door of his house, practically pulling him in. The house was in complete darkness as the boy lead him into his bedroom, dumping him onto the bed while pulling his shoes off. He groaned and covered his eyes, wondering why they were aching. He vaguely felt himself being tucked in and a warm blanket being pulled up over him. He called out, his words slurred. Hisoka turned back and looked at him, still holding the door open. "What?" "Don't leave." "I'm going to be on the couch, Tsuzuki." He said. "No.. no.. I mean.." He frowned. It was getting hard to think straight. "Stay here." Hisoka felt his cheeks burn slightly. "There's no room, Tsuzuki." Tsuzuki shook his head and opened his arms, inviting the boy into them. "Don't care. I don't wanna be alone tonight." Can I.. stay with you? He sighed. "Fine." Crawling into the bed he let himself be pulled into a warm hug. He flushed again when the older shinigami buried his face against his neck and sighed. The hot breath tickled the short hairs on his neck, making him shiver. "Cold?" Tsuzuki muttered in the dark. He closed his eyes. "No." He nodded, throat clogged with tears, unable to say anything but to hold onto this person. He felt the sigh against his neck and a smile followed. "Oyasumi, Hisoka." Relief. He heard the man sigh and tighten his arms around his smaller body. It was so warm. .... "Oyasumi, Tsuzuki." But the man was already asleep.
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