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"Dangerous Games"

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Dangerous Games
A YnM short fic by Anonym aka Yen

"Waaahhh!" Hisoka's cheek twitched as he fought off the impulse to kick the bawling puppy off from his leg. "Let go!" Hisoka shouted at Tsuzuki, who looked up at him pleadingly, eyes shimmering.

"I don't want you to go..." Tsuzuki sobbed.
"It's only for one day, Asato-chan," Wakaba said soothingly as she tried to pull Tsuzuki away from Hisoka. Tsuzuki held on firmly and cried again.

"Idiot," muttered Terazuma, who was seated at his desk, his back towards the trio. Standing beside him, Watari made a reassuring hand wave. "Ne. Ne. Tsuzuki-san. You'll see Hisoka again soon enough."

"Every week, it's the same thing," muttered Terazuma.
"Why can't my day off be the same day as Hisoka's?!" Bawled Tsuzuki. It was Tatsumi who answered, "You know very well partners cannot have day offs together." Tatsumi stood a discreet distance away from them, eyeing Tsuzuki warily.

"What if a case comes up..." Tsuzuki sniffled, tears falling as he blinked slowly. "I'll be alone..."

"I'll be your partner then," Watari said brilliantly. Tatsumi rolled his eyes ceilingward. "Right..."

Wakaba smiled warmly at Tsuzuki. "If we don't have a case, I'll be your partner or Hajime-chan." Her partner didn't look happy at being volunteered.
"A Gushoushin is good enough for an idiot," Terazuma grumbled.

"I'm sure Tatsumi-san will be glad to be your partner too, Tsuzuki," said Watari, who pointedly ignore the glare Tatsumi was throwing at him.

"R-really?" Tsuzuki looked up at Tatsumi, who looked like he had just been outmanuevered. "... Of course, Tsuzuki-san," he said slowly, refusing to look at Tsuzuki straight in the eyes.

"Wai!" Tsuzuki ran over to hug Tatsumi's leg. "Tatsumi-san is so nice!"
"Aah! Don't drool on my clothes!"

Wakaba turned towards Terazuma and Watari. "I guess Tsuzuki likes Tatsumi best," she said good naturedly. Terazuma harrumphed and went back to reading the newspaper.

Watari scratched his head. "I feel like I'm the odd man out," he said plaintively. None of them noticed when Hisoka left the room.

***

I should tell them... Hisoka stopped, then ducked into an alley. Why am I doing this... Closing his eyes, he leaned against the wall, trying to draw support from it. It was futile against the raging confusion inside him.

Why do I feel this way...

***

"You're early, boy," Muraki said lazily, lifting a champagne flute to his mouth and inhaling. "Don't you know being late makes for a more dramatic entrance." His eyes flickered when Hisoka knocked the glass away from his hand. Champagne spilled out, soaking the carpet as its delicate container shattered into fine slivers.

Muraki blinked when Hisoka suddenly grabbed the front of his suit and pulled him forward, pressing his mouth against his forcibly. Just as he was enjoying the kiss, Hisoka shoved him back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking disgusted.

"What did you do to me?!" Muraki stared blankly as Hisoka railed at him. "You cast another spell on me, didn't you?!"

What an amusing boy. Muraki leaned back in his chair comfortably, looking up at Hisoka. "I'm not so crass as to use a love potion," he said objected mildly.

Hisoka froze for a moment. "I am not in love with you!" He violently denied.

"So you think I poisoned you again?" Muraki smiled slightly. "You're already dead, boy. It only works once." Muraki could see his fists shook.

"... Why." Hisoka said, defeated. "Why do I feel this way about you?" When Muraki gestured at him to come closer, he moved closer.

"Are you obsessed with me, boy?" Muraki asked softly as he stood up, satisfied when Hisoka's eyes lifted following his every movement.

"No," Hisoka said softly.

Muraki lifted his hand and traced delicate cheekbones. "Either way," he murmured, "you're fortunate to have me."

Fin.

Author's note: Gomen. It is short. Considering that I was watching the making of "Lao Fu Tz" while I was writing this, I had to type quick before laughter overwhelmed me. Ah My Goddess was up next too, so I had to finish fast.

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