Disclaimer: I do not own Yami no Matsuei, as it is I have only seen the anime and not the manga. The fic below is based on what I've seen of the anime and nothing else.

Warning: the following contains homosexual (yaoi) lemons, you have been warned. You must be 17 or older to read. Thank you.


Five Years in Five Days

By: Rina K. Fenderson

Prologue

Kurosaki Hisoka leaned casually back against the hard black surface of the lab table, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring with suspicious emerald eyes at the taller, older, yet much more chipper man before him. He didn’t seem pleased to come into the lab in the first place and now to be asked to do this... "How do I know it’s safe?"

"You don’t trust me?" the man before him asked, his yellow blond hair pulled back into a loose ponytail so the shorter piece flipped over his shoulder and into his face. Behind a pair of wire rimmed glasses were a pair of striking amber eyes, which at the moment were pleading, especially when Hisoka raised his eyebrows at his comment of trust. "Okay, I know you don’t trust me, bon--"

"It’s not that," Hisoka interrupted, then looked away. Watari Yukata almost smiled. That was as
close to a declaration of trust that he was going to get from the young teenage shinigami, he opened his mouth to play on this, but Hisoka was speaking again, his hands now slipping into the pocket of his jeans. "Watari-san, this is an experimental drug...do you even know the side effects?"

Watari’s hand unconsciously when to his hairline as he smiled confidently. "Maa, bon, I don’t know exactly if there are side effects or even what they will be, but I can assure you that it will not be harmful and it is too diluted to last too long. A week at tops."

Hisoka still looked skeptical, his eyes wandered to the side for a moment, looking at Watari from their corners. A gesture that had a tendency of unnerving the older man. "And why me?"

Watari gave off a nervous laugh. "Because, Tsuzuki, my other lab rat-- I mean, volunteer is uh...heh, recovering from may last experiment," Watari suddenly threw an arm around Hisoka’s shoulder, as if he were his best friend and pressed the pills into his hand. "Please,bon, I need you to do this. Just think if it works, the other shinigami and yourself will never be hurt again. Nothing will be able to penetrate you!" Watari paused, then sweat dropped. "Bad choice of
words."

Emerald eyes widened and Hisoka blushed. He shrugged off Watari’s arm, still holding the pills in his hands. "So this is supposed to make us immortal...in the sense that nothing will be able to cut us, therefore no death by blood loss."

"Exactly," Watari exclaimed with a nod, the small owl on his shoulder flapped its wings in what seemed to be excitement or agreement. Hisoka stared at Watari for another moment, before he sighed and swallowed down the two little blue pills. Watari smiled and clasped his hands together, he went in to hug Hisoka then thought better of it and patted him on the back. "Arigatou, bon. You are helping us all."

"You better hope this works," Hisoka growled, grumpily as he turned to leave, his hands back in his pockets with his jean jacket bunched up at the elbows. "Oi, bon, come back tomorrow for some
tests, ne?"

"Aa," Hisoka called over his shoulder, his ash blond hair falling over his eyes as he glanced behind him. He shut the lab door and started down the hall, leaving the building to go back to his apartment. Their chief made it clear that there was no immediate case that needed to be taken, so Hisoka was not needed and he could call it an early day.

"Hisoka."

No such luck.

Hisoka sighed as he stopped and turned, his partner almost running into him. "Tsuzuki, watch out!"

"Gomen, gomen...where are you going?"

"Back to my apartment. I’m tried."

"Oh." Was that disappointment in those violet eyes?

Hisoka looked away, ignoring that usual feeling that hit the pit of his stomach every time Tsuzuki was around. He always assumed it was his empathic part letting him feel the cheerful freedom that was Tsuzuki’s demeanor, he didn’t know what else it could be. When his eyes met Tsuzuki’s again he almost blushed. The older man was not dressed in his usual two piece black
suit and tie, instead he was wearing a casual black shirt, with pale yellow stripes on the shoulders. Hisoka had only seen him wear it one other time, during a case on a ship called Queen Camilla, and it looked just as attractive on him now as it did then.

With that as his last thought, Hisoka spun on his heels and started down the hall again. Tsuzuki was only a step behind. "Chief asked me to go and get some dessert for the crew, a celebration for it being so quiet around here, you want to help?"

"Iie, I told you. I’m tired. I’m going to go to bed."

"Oh, okay. Oyasumi."

"Oyasumi," Hisoka answered, almost sad that Tsuzuki had stopped following him and let him walk down the stairs alone.

Truth be told, it was much too early to go to bed, but Watari’s drugs were indeed making him very sleepy so the thought of a warm bed was very inviting.

He didn’t think anything more of his brief encounter with Tsuzuki as he curled up in his bed, once in his apartment. Hisoka stretched out yawning and buried his face in his pillow as the sun began to become hidden behind the horizon, sleep coming much more quickly than usual for the young man and none of his normal nightmares plagued him. Just a nice peaceful sleep.

Author's note: Yeah I know it's short but its only the prologue and all you people out there asking for the sequal to Rope Tether, thank you for your urging I will work on that soon I promise, I just hope this ties you over. ^_^ -RFK