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


Day Two

"You’re being difficult."

"When am I not?"

"Ah! You made a joke!"

"Tsuzuki, what do you want?" Hisoka looked at the other man desperately. His partner had been at his side for the past two days non-stop, making sure he was comfortable and happy. It was beginning to make Hisoka feel uncomfortable and unhappy. Especially with all the hints and
flirtings Tsuzuki threw at him, much more than before. Tsuzuki leaned on the table, his fingers wrapped around the crystal wine glass before him.

They were in an Earth restaurant, taking a slight break; a few hours on Earth then back to Juohchou. Although they weren’t taking a break from much, everything in their area was running smoothly, no surprise considering the outcome of their last assignment. Hisoka shuddered involuntarily. He had almost lost Tsuzuki to that crazy, psychotic...

"Hisooookaa?" Tsuzuki called in a sing song voice, waving a hand before his green eyes.

Hisoka jumped out of his nightmarish memories and sighed. "You said something, didn’t you? What was it?"

"You."

"Excuse me?"

"My answer was ‘you’," Tsuzuki replied, matter-of-factly.

Hisoka stared into his violet eyes, then shook his head once narrowing his emerald depths. "And...what was the question?" Tsuzuki merely smiled and offered his hand to help Hisoka out of the booth. "Come with me, there’s a festival starting in a few minutes. Would you go with me?"

"I...uh...all right," Hisoka answered, confused.

As he walked behind Tsuzuki, who took in all the bright lights and colorful people with awe, he racked his brain to remember what he had asked Tsuzuki for him to reply ‘you’. It hit him suddenly and the blush graced his cheeks in habit.

**"Tsuzuki, what do you want?"

"You."**

*Me? He wants...well I suppose I should have seen it coming with the innuendoes and the smiles...but...does he...* Hisoka’s thought process stopped when he noticed quickly he had lost sight of his partner. "Tsuzuki?"

Panic welled up in his heart, he couldn’t feel him. He normally could feel Tsuzuki’s aura; cheerfully gentle with an underlying pain, but there was nothing. All he could feel was the jumbled emotions of the festivities around him. "Tsuzuki!?"

A pair of strong arms wrapped around him from behind, making him gasp and struggle in fear. *No! It can’t be, it’s too soon! He couldn't have had revived enough to attack--*

"Hisoka, it’s me, calm down!"

That playful voice, that sweet, playful tone. Hisoka relaxed immediately, going as far as to lean his head back against Tsuzuki’s shoulder. He felt the taller male’s breath on his neck as he said softly, "I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I thought you would jump, but I didn’t think I would scare you so."

"It’s okay, Tsuzuki," Hisoka answered, slipping out of his hold and turning to face him. The concern in those violet eyes made one side of his mouth quirk up.

"I’m a little uptight tonight...we haven’t been on Earth at night for a while..."

The brow over those amethyst orbs knitted, before Tsuzuki’s hand reached up to brush across Hisoka’s cheek. "Don’t think about that. It’s over and it was you that brought me back...it was good...almost...it brought us closer." His mouth descended on Hisoka’s and with a gasp and a blush creeping up his neck, Hisoka balked back in decline.

"We should get back to Juohchou," Hisoka said, his head bowed. Green flickered up to meet violet, then turned away and Hisoka started off to a direction away from the festivities.

Looking slightly dejected, Tsuzuki followed with light footsteps.

~~*~*~*~~

**Hisoka’s green eyes were glazed over as he stared at the sheets of his bed. His knees were brought up to his chest, his arms wrapped around them. Despite his new mature body, for the moment, he looked just as young as before. A small boy fretting what was to come.

The door to his bedroom opened and Tsuzuki stepped in. A warm smile graced his handsome face. Hisoka didn’t ask how he’d gotten into the apartment, or why he was there. The two of them just
stared. Hisoka could count the heartbeats; two, three, four...

Then Tsuzuki moved, striding slowly over to his bedside, leaning over his curled body without a word. His hand brushed over Hisoka’s cheek, drifting into his hair, and he was upon him. His mouth to Hisoka’s, his body against the young man’s and Hisoka was writhing in pleasure, moaning at the warmth of their bodies against each other and Tsuzuki’s hands running over the sides of his bare chest and--**

Hisoka sat up breathing hard, around him was an empty bed; only himself with a sheen of sweat trickling down his warm skin. His emerald eyes were wide as he stared into the darkness of his room. Outside his window the pink blossoms of the sakura tree flitted down in a lavender hue,
glowing under the white moonlight.

Tossing back his sheets, Hisoka went to his window, looking out upon the perimeter of Juohchou and shook his head, still panting slightly. *What did I just dream!? I’ve never had dreams like that before! My dreams are always of that night...or other nights where blood and pain ensue
me...I’ve never felt pleasure...I’ve never been with...someone else.*

Hisoka slammed his fist against the glass lightly, resting it there, then let his forehead press to the cool glass beneath it. Even in his thoughts he couldn’t say it. Even in his thoughts he tried to deny it.

"But this body!" he hissed aloud, pushing off the window and motioning to his own body as he
looked down on it. "This body isn’t helping my thought processes. Watari said my cells had
grown so my bones had. He never said that my mind would start wandering to things like...like..." Hisoka sighed and pressed the heels of his palm into his temples.

"Dammit." He paused, suddenly feeling like an idiot talking to himself, as if he were in some one act play. He dropped his hands to his sides and looked out the window again, the moonlight cascading over his features. He stayed silent for a long while, then turning from the window he
whispered, "You love him...you know it Kurosaki...you love him and you want him...now...what are you going to do about it?"

Hisoka crawled into his bed, burying his face in his pillow and sighed for a final time that night. "Indeed, what am I going to do?"

Author's Note: he...he...hehheheh. I like writing fluffy slightly angsty but mostly WAFF stuff...I should do this more often... -RKF