Sweet Tooth
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jay_mooseFirst Descendants of Darkness (Yami no Matsuei) fic! Hisoka/Tszuki- too many sweets at a party of the Count's leaves Tszuki sick in the stomach!
It was not a good day for Asato Tszuki. He woke up with relentless nausea churning in his belly, dressed and stumbled into work, late again.
“Soka-chan…” Tszuki moaned plaintively to his partner. “Why didn’t you wake me?”
The sixteen year old shinigami didn’t bother to look up, rifling through papers he’d been able to complete in the talkative older man’s absence. “Would it have made a difference?”
“Probably not,” Tszuki pouted, resting his head on his folded arms. “Ungh, Soka-chaaann.”
“What now?” Hisoka muttered, more harshly than he meant to.
Weariness
Tired
Drowsy..
“I don’t feel good, SokaSoka,” Tszuki whimpered, peering at the blonde.
“I should think not,” Hisoka frowned, eyes focused on a document. “You should have known not to eat all the sweets Count put out.”
“But they were so good!” Tszuki perked briefly, eyes gleaming, then put his head back down. “Besides, nobody else was eating them…they would have gone to waste..”
“I think that was the point, baka,” Hisoka shook his head, poised to fill out a report.
“But…”
“STOP!” Hisoka lost his temper, face colored, lips pressed into a thin line. This drew a few curious glances from their fellow co-workers, but Tszuki pressing Hisoka into an outburst was not uncommon. It did, however, draw attention from Tatsumi, who turned to observe.
“Of course,” Tatsumi murmured, pressing his glasses up to the bridge of his nose.
“Of course…what?” Watari made his presence known, stirring a vial, and brushing a strand of hair from his face.
“Tszuki isn’t feeling well today,” Tatsumi commented.
“After the amount of sweets he consumed…that seemed even a lot for Tszuki and that says a lot,” Watari nodded. “But what about Bon? He looks ready to jump out of his skin.”
“I think however Tszuki is feeling is doubling Hisoka’s empathy,” Tatsumi replied grimly.
“I wasn’t aware the empathy could pick up physical emotion,” Watari frowned. “Plenty of us have been sick before, and Bon hasn’t reacted to this extent.”
“Then again,” Tatsumi glanced at his friend. “We weren’t Asato Tszuki.”
A pause drifted between the two, before Watari murmured an understanding, eyes sparkling somewhat.
“Watari…” Tatsumi warned.
“I’m not!” Watari defended. “I swear!” his face fell slightly. How could Tatsumi know…
“I see it in your eyes,” Tatsumi chuckled lightly. “No love potions.” With that, he strode over to Tszuki and Hisoka’s desk, and murmured something to Tszuki. Watari watched as the amethyst-eyed shinigami shook his head, receiving a sharp retort from his younger partner.
“Eeee!” Watari turned at the warning cry from 003, and rushed off to save whatever was being destroyed in his lab.
~~Tszuki’s Apartment~~
Tszuki squirmed, tangled in his blankets, and kicked them off. His sigh echoed through the empty apartment, and drank greedily from a glass of water set on his nightstand.
So Tatsumi had succeeded in getting Tszuki out of work and into bed rest. He had been refused company, lest he had something contagious, and was sworn off sweets. Painful as it was, Tszuki held his stomach and sadly agreed.
He was about to get more water when he heard his front door open. Curious, he peeked around the corner, and saw Hisoka standing in the center; arms bundled with a blanket too big for his thin frame and a bag in one hand. His brilliant green eyes took in the room, before they settled on Tszuki’s empty bed.
“Idiot,” he muttered, removing Tszuki’s sweat dampened blanket, and replacing it with the lighter material green one he’d brought in with him.
Mint, Tszuki mused to himself. Mint green…like Soka’s eyes on a bright day…or like the sweet ice cream…
The reminder of a forbidden sweet caused Tszuki to sniff softly, and glare at his traitorous belly.
“I brought crackers,” Hisoka’s voice cut into his pity party. Tszuki jumped, staring into cool emeralds.
“H…Soka!” Tszuki grinned. “I didn’t know you came!”
Hisoka rolled his eyes. “Moron. Even if I couldn’t sense you, you’re not quiet, and your smell would give you away.”
“My smell!” Tszuki pouted slightly, brows furrowing.
“You reek of sweat and nausea,” Hisoka stated. “Go take a cool shower.”
“I like hot showers,” Tszuki frowned.
“That’ll make you feel more nauseous,” Hisoka explained, as though to a child. With Tszuki, however, Hisoka sometimes failed to see the difference.
Tszuki stared at Hisoka for a minute, and then plodded off to the shower.
In the meantime, Hisoka got a fresh glass of water, retrieved new pillow cases. Briefly, he wondered why he was fussing so much over his partner, running a washcloth under cool water, and even laying out fresh clothes. The fact that Hisoka had even bothered to go through Tszuki’s clothing bothered him. Tszuki was a grown man…when he acted it...
“Hisoka?” Tszuki’s voice came from the doorway. Hisoka was startled at the use of his name. Usually it was Soka, or Soka-chan, or SokaSoka. Why he put up with it was a mystery.
“You look better,” Hisoka commented. Tszuki nearly glowed with positive reinforcement from the usually indifferent teen.
“Thank you.” Tszuki offered a smile.
“Don’t get used to it,” the blonde huffed. The warmth of Tszuki’s emotions barraged his senses, and he felt his face warm.
“I meant…for coming. I know Tatsumi banned any contact…”
“I think Tatsumi knows a thing or two about partners,” Hisoka replied. “Especially when it comes to you.” He caught a brief lowering of Tszuki’s eyes, feelings of regret, flickering through him.
“Yeah...” Tszuki mumbled, moving to take his damp sheets from Hisoka.
“I got it,” Hisoka steps back, voice softening somewhat. “Get dressed and back to bed.”
Who would have thought Hisoka to be such a mother hen? Tszuki bit back a smile
“And keep your thoughts down!” Hisoka called, face reddening.
The older shinigami grinned and dressed, sliding thankfully between cool sheets. His stomach was feeling considerably better, but weariness closed his eyes.
Hisoka returned, inwardly pleased to see his partner resting comfortably. He walked over, empathy reassuring him that Tszuki was feeling better. He would be back in the morning, irritating and loud as always.
“..hey, Soka?” Tszuki murmured, eyes opening a bit, catching the green-eyed blonde’s gaze.
“Yes?” Hisoka swallowed suddenly.
“I’m feeling better.”
“Good.” Hisoka nodded.
Next thing Hisoka knew, he was gently tugged down, and his lips were on his partner’s.
“I guess I was just…a little deprived of sweets.”
~Owari~
It was not a good day for Asato Tszuki. He woke up with relentless nausea churning in his belly, dressed and stumbled into work, late again.
“Soka-chan…” Tszuki moaned plaintively to his partner. “Why didn’t you wake me?”
The sixteen year old shinigami didn’t bother to look up, rifling through papers he’d been able to complete in the talkative older man’s absence. “Would it have made a difference?”
“Probably not,” Tszuki pouted, resting his head on his folded arms. “Ungh, Soka-chaaann.”
“What now?” Hisoka muttered, more harshly than he meant to.
Weariness
Tired
Drowsy..
“I don’t feel good, SokaSoka,” Tszuki whimpered, peering at the blonde.
“I should think not,” Hisoka frowned, eyes focused on a document. “You should have known not to eat all the sweets Count put out.”
“But they were so good!” Tszuki perked briefly, eyes gleaming, then put his head back down. “Besides, nobody else was eating them…they would have gone to waste..”
“I think that was the point, baka,” Hisoka shook his head, poised to fill out a report.
“But…”
“STOP!” Hisoka lost his temper, face colored, lips pressed into a thin line. This drew a few curious glances from their fellow co-workers, but Tszuki pressing Hisoka into an outburst was not uncommon. It did, however, draw attention from Tatsumi, who turned to observe.
“Of course,” Tatsumi murmured, pressing his glasses up to the bridge of his nose.
“Of course…what?” Watari made his presence known, stirring a vial, and brushing a strand of hair from his face.
“Tszuki isn’t feeling well today,” Tatsumi commented.
“After the amount of sweets he consumed…that seemed even a lot for Tszuki and that says a lot,” Watari nodded. “But what about Bon? He looks ready to jump out of his skin.”
“I think however Tszuki is feeling is doubling Hisoka’s empathy,” Tatsumi replied grimly.
“I wasn’t aware the empathy could pick up physical emotion,” Watari frowned. “Plenty of us have been sick before, and Bon hasn’t reacted to this extent.”
“Then again,” Tatsumi glanced at his friend. “We weren’t Asato Tszuki.”
A pause drifted between the two, before Watari murmured an understanding, eyes sparkling somewhat.
“Watari…” Tatsumi warned.
“I’m not!” Watari defended. “I swear!” his face fell slightly. How could Tatsumi know…
“I see it in your eyes,” Tatsumi chuckled lightly. “No love potions.” With that, he strode over to Tszuki and Hisoka’s desk, and murmured something to Tszuki. Watari watched as the amethyst-eyed shinigami shook his head, receiving a sharp retort from his younger partner.
“Eeee!” Watari turned at the warning cry from 003, and rushed off to save whatever was being destroyed in his lab.
~~Tszuki’s Apartment~~
Tszuki squirmed, tangled in his blankets, and kicked them off. His sigh echoed through the empty apartment, and drank greedily from a glass of water set on his nightstand.
So Tatsumi had succeeded in getting Tszuki out of work and into bed rest. He had been refused company, lest he had something contagious, and was sworn off sweets. Painful as it was, Tszuki held his stomach and sadly agreed.
He was about to get more water when he heard his front door open. Curious, he peeked around the corner, and saw Hisoka standing in the center; arms bundled with a blanket too big for his thin frame and a bag in one hand. His brilliant green eyes took in the room, before they settled on Tszuki’s empty bed.
“Idiot,” he muttered, removing Tszuki’s sweat dampened blanket, and replacing it with the lighter material green one he’d brought in with him.
Mint, Tszuki mused to himself. Mint green…like Soka’s eyes on a bright day…or like the sweet ice cream…
The reminder of a forbidden sweet caused Tszuki to sniff softly, and glare at his traitorous belly.
“I brought crackers,” Hisoka’s voice cut into his pity party. Tszuki jumped, staring into cool emeralds.
“H…Soka!” Tszuki grinned. “I didn’t know you came!”
Hisoka rolled his eyes. “Moron. Even if I couldn’t sense you, you’re not quiet, and your smell would give you away.”
“My smell!” Tszuki pouted slightly, brows furrowing.
“You reek of sweat and nausea,” Hisoka stated. “Go take a cool shower.”
“I like hot showers,” Tszuki frowned.
“That’ll make you feel more nauseous,” Hisoka explained, as though to a child. With Tszuki, however, Hisoka sometimes failed to see the difference.
Tszuki stared at Hisoka for a minute, and then plodded off to the shower.
In the meantime, Hisoka got a fresh glass of water, retrieved new pillow cases. Briefly, he wondered why he was fussing so much over his partner, running a washcloth under cool water, and even laying out fresh clothes. The fact that Hisoka had even bothered to go through Tszuki’s clothing bothered him. Tszuki was a grown man…when he acted it...
“Hisoka?” Tszuki’s voice came from the doorway. Hisoka was startled at the use of his name. Usually it was Soka, or Soka-chan, or SokaSoka. Why he put up with it was a mystery.
“You look better,” Hisoka commented. Tszuki nearly glowed with positive reinforcement from the usually indifferent teen.
“Thank you.” Tszuki offered a smile.
“Don’t get used to it,” the blonde huffed. The warmth of Tszuki’s emotions barraged his senses, and he felt his face warm.
“I meant…for coming. I know Tatsumi banned any contact…”
“I think Tatsumi knows a thing or two about partners,” Hisoka replied. “Especially when it comes to you.” He caught a brief lowering of Tszuki’s eyes, feelings of regret, flickering through him.
“Yeah...” Tszuki mumbled, moving to take his damp sheets from Hisoka.
“I got it,” Hisoka steps back, voice softening somewhat. “Get dressed and back to bed.”
Who would have thought Hisoka to be such a mother hen? Tszuki bit back a smile
“And keep your thoughts down!” Hisoka called, face reddening.
The older shinigami grinned and dressed, sliding thankfully between cool sheets. His stomach was feeling considerably better, but weariness closed his eyes.
Hisoka returned, inwardly pleased to see his partner resting comfortably. He walked over, empathy reassuring him that Tszuki was feeling better. He would be back in the morning, irritating and loud as always.
“..hey, Soka?” Tszuki murmured, eyes opening a bit, catching the green-eyed blonde’s gaze.
“Yes?” Hisoka swallowed suddenly.
“I’m feeling better.”
“Good.” Hisoka nodded.
Next thing Hisoka knew, he was gently tugged down, and his lips were on his partner’s.
“I guess I was just…a little deprived of sweets.”
~Owari~
