A/N: SORRY! I honestly was thinking of stopping this fic, because I'm a horribly lazy bum, and didn't know if I could commit to this story. Um, but thanks to your reviews, I've decided to continue… but I may stop someday…again…
I've reread my fic, and decided it could use an upgrade. I don't like my original plot anymore (I'm fickle,) so I'm playing around with the new plot bunnies; if you have any suggestions, or anything you would like to see happen, then review and let me know! Um, warning, this may take me awhile, so that's why I put up this teaser...and because what happens next in the continuation of this chapter will foreshadow the plot, which is still shaky right now.
CHAPTER 5
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Last time:
Tsuzuki watched as Hisoka fell asleep in has arms. He sighed in relief, but didn't let go of the angel. He felt comfortable and Hisoka was warm and soft. He looked down onto Hisoka's tear-tracked face thinking, 'Wai! Hisoka's so cuddly! He's going to kill me when he wakes up like this, but I might as well enjoy it while it lasts.'
Watari and Tatsumi looked at each other and got up rubbing their aching backs. They went outside the room and closed the door quietly, heading towards the kitchen to discuss what had happened.
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A/N: I'll be skipping what Tatsumi and Watari discussed, because it'll come up later. Now, onto the story!
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Chapter 5
Hisoka hated mornings. The sun always liked to poke at his eyes, and the warmth of the bed always called at him to stay. He didn't want to get up because today he was exceptionally comfy.
He slowly stirred, remembering that he must have fallen asleep on the chair in front of the window. When he'd arrived at the pet shop, he had laid claim to the little chair that everyone else found uncomfortable. He'd thought it was perfect, and he'd lost count of how many times he'd fallen asleep there. Konoe had said it was like it had been made for him, fitting his small proportions perfectly (not that he'd admit he was small). Nowadays, it even sported an imprint of his body; that's how much he'd slept in it.
He sleepily opened his eyes when he smelled bacon cooking in the kitchen. Wakaba must be cooking, because Emna forbid Konoe get NEAR a stove. Just because he was the owner didn't mean he could cook. At all.
He buried his face back into the chair. It smelled good. …It smelled different. It smelled a little musky, but with a hint of …sweetness? Had someone else dared to sit in his chair? He opened his eyes fully. Someone would pay if they dared intrude in HIS space.
He looked up. Right into concerned amethyst eyes.
'Tsuzuki must like sweets, he certainly smells like them,' thought Hisoka, annoyed. He missed his chair. 'I never did like sweets.' (1)
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Tsuzuki stared into the prettiest green eyes he'd ever seen, and he had no intention of stopping. That is, until the angel named Hisoka slowly, sinuously sat up, the covers slipping down one slim shoulder. His eyes were filled with unreadable emotions.
Tsuzuki gulped, He wasn't ready for this! They'd just met yesterday!
Hisoka slowly maneuvered himself so that he was in the center of the bed. He leaned toward Tsuzuki…
…and shoved him off the bed.
"What were you doing in bed with me, idiot?!"
"Eh?! I-I- I was-uh…" Tsuzuki blanked. Inu-Tsuzuki made an appearance as Hisoka kept on yelling at him for trying to molest him in his sleep. This was the scene Tatsumi and Watari walked into.
"E-hem. Kurosaki-san, if you would please stop berating Tsuzuki-san, we can get down to the problem," Tatsumi said, amused. Watari was chuckling under his breath. Hisoka calmed himself slowly, looking at Tatsumi respectfully.
"What happened?" asked Hisoka. He couldn't remember what had happened yesterday after going into the evidence room; the only feeling he could remember was a vague sense of pain.
"That is actually what we would like to ask you, bon," Watari came closer, studying Hisoka as if he could just magically get all the answers he wanted just by looking at him.
Tatsumi dragged his attention back from where Watari was still staring, "After you entered the evidence room yesterday evening, we heard you scream. When we arrived you seemed to be convulsing, with red markings all over you. We held you down to keep you from hurting yourself. When Tsuzuki grabbed you-" Tatsumi had a feeling that saying hugged would have a bad result, "you seemed to calm, and then we carried you over to-" again, Tatsumi had a feeling that saying it was Tsuzuki's bed would be a bad idea- how troublesome, "the bed. When we came back and tried to approach you, an invisible force repelled us, but Tsuzuki was able to approach you and again calmed you down. That is how he ended up in bed with you. Now, could you perhaps explain what happened? We have all been very concerned."
He remembered now. He remembered everything.
"Muraki…" he muttered venomously.
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(1) In case this was confusing, Hisoka woke up thinking he was still in the petshop, because he had forgotten that he'd been bought. He wakes up to see Tsuzuki. The 'I hate sweets' part was a comment on how he disliked Tsuzuki and missed being in the shop.
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So, that's it for the teaser/preview! You can thank 'Little House in the Woods' for my motivation. Go read LHitW's 'Minerva's Gift'!
Also, review and give me yummy feedback on what you think would be good! (I already have a favorite plot bunny, but it's still in the sketch stages, so your contributions would be appreciated!) ^_^