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"Warm Breeze, Cold Wind"

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Note: Mature readers only please. Read Dangerous Games & Favorite Toy first. Partners too.

19000 Counter Hit Gift Story for Thea! Thank you! Request: Tsuzuki & Hisoka fic. Any genre. This continues Favorite Toys and Dangerous Games. And this story is sort of related to Partners as well.

*swirly eyes* Finally, I finished this... sort of.

Warm Breeze, Cold Wind
YnM Fanfiction by Anonym aka Yen

Hisoka stood on a pier overlooking the beach. White wet sand gleamed farewell to the retreating tide. It would be back. Hisoka leaned forward and closed his eyes. He felt the sea breeze blow across his face. His lips parted slightly; his nostrils flared as he breathed in deeply. He could taste the salt in the wind, and he remembered.

Which do you prefer...? One eye gleamed oddly as its owner leaned forward. Hisoka remembered the heat of the water in the tub clearly. He remembered how warm his skin felt while inside he felt cold.

What...? He had asked in a ridiculously breathless voice. He hated the helpless excitement he felt when long elegant fingers dipped into the water and tapped its surface. Each ripple made seemed to echo the beat of his heart.

Which do you prefer? Muraki repeated the question and leaned closer til his face was scant inches from Hisoka's. When Hisoka blinked, he had smiled and had said, Salt or fresh water?

Again, Hisoka was completely surprised even now when he was only recalling the night before.

... I don't understand, he had answered, too surprised to feel anger when Muraki's eye flickered with hated satisfaction.

Boy, you drink fresh water. I drink blood. We need the same thing, ne?

That was the last thing Muraki said that night, and he was gone in the morning, leaving Hisoka with a riddle to solve.

Salt or fresh water... Hisoka shrugged off the rest, not bothering to recall what had happened next. Far better to puzzle on Muraki's words than on his actions. Far better for one's equilibrium.

Red tinged Hisoka's cheeks, and he lifted his hands to rub his face. Baka! He shouted at himself. What is wrong with you?! His hands flew down to the railing; palms slammed against it. Why do you go back to him?!

"Hisoka!!!" His heart nearly stopped, and he whirled around in time to catch a Tsuzuki bearhug.

"Hisoka, I miss you so much!"
"... Baka! Let me go!"
"You're so cute!"

Tsuzuki's joy flooded into Hisoka, and the intensity of the pure emotion made his mind swim. ... Too much. How can he be so happy... His jaw tightened, teeth ground against each other as he fought to separate his identity. How. How can he be so happy to see me...

"NE NE Tsuzuki-san, let him go before you hug him to dea-" Watari paused, blinking with realization. "... Never mind," he ended instead, smiling sheepishly. Beside him, Tatsumi sighed.

Unfortunately for Tsuzuki, he didn't let Hisoka go soon enough.

SMACK
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Later at his workstation, Tsuzuki, holding a cold compress to his bruised cheek, kept casting mournful looks at Hisoka, who was pointedly ignoring him. The young shinigami had his nose firmly between the pages of a large manual.

Tsuzuki whimpered and looked back to his paperwork unenthusiastically.

In the hallway, Watari informed Wakaba and Terazuma of what had transpired.

Wakaba had a warm fond expression. "Tsuzuki-chan really likes Hisoka-kun. That's so sweet!" Her partner had a disgusted expression. "He didn't hit that idiot hard enough."

Terazuma backed away when Wakaba turned to him, sweetly asking, "May I hug you, Hajime-chan. Please!"

"... Stay away from me!"
"Please, Hajime-chan! Please!"

Watari chuckled, watching Wakaba go after Terazuma who had bolted into the office. On his shoulder, 003 hooted, looking wisely amused and contented. The little bird blinked when Watari murmured, "I don't think I will ever want to make a love potion. Too much trouble."

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At noon, in the cafeteria, Hisoka was warding off Tsuzuki's attempts to stuff him with cakes and sweets. I don't want any, you dolt! Hisoka almost shouted at his partner across the table laden with pies, cupcakes, cookies & more.

"Here, Hisoka. Try this one." Hisoka stared at Tsuzuki's hopeful face. He was utterly tempted to shove the slice of pie he was offering into his face. And that was exactly what he did.

Stunned silence filled the entire cafeteria as Hisoka stood up and stomped out, leaving Tsuzuki with his face covered in blueberry pie. Hurt, Tsuzuki stood up to go after him but Watari held him back while a furious Tatsumi went after Hisoka.

***

"You were out of line, Kurosaki!" Hisoka looked away as Tatsumi ranted on, "What's wrong with you?! You've been too edgy for the past few weeks!" That irked Hisoka, and he faced Tatsumi stonily.

"You're the one who said out loud that you left Tsuzuki, because he was an idiot," Hisoka said in a frozen tone. He didn't miss the flicker of uncertainty in Tatsumi's eyes.

***

"... Do you think Hisoka wants another partner, Watari-san?"

"No," Watari said immediately, tilting Tsuzuki's chin up so that he could wipe off the blueberry stains easily. They were in the men's commode.

"... You really think so..." Tsuzuki said slowly though not hopefully. It pained Watari to see his friend so sad, and he resolved to cheer him up.

"Nothing to worthy about at all!" Watari declared in his usual outlandish way. "Hisoka will never leave you." He wagged a finger in front of Tsuzuki's eyes. "Remember, he went after you in Kyoto!" He then struck a hero's pose. "Despite, Touda's black fire!" After which, he straightened and reassured Tsuzuki firmly. "Hisoka will never leave you."

Tsuzuki stared at him, then looked away. "... Even Tatsumi gave up on me," he said softly.

"Tatsumi's an idiot," Watari quickly said.
But Tsuzuki shook his head. "No. They're both right. ... I'm the idiot."

***

"Have you heard, Tilon-san?"
"Heard what, Enma-sama?"
"You may be wrong in your choice of Kurosaki."
"... If so then I am wrong, yet I am certain in my choice."

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That night, Hisoka found himself standing on the street across Tsuzuki's home. He could see that the apartment lights were on. He could see Tsuzuki's shadow as he moved around.

... What have I done? His hands tightened, his fingernails dug into his palms. He remembered the way Tsuzuki had gone out of his way to avoid him the rest of the day. Hisoka knew he was deeply hurt.

Why did he have to be so softhearted... His jaw clenched. Why isn't he angry at me? ... I want him to be angry. It would be so much better to deal with than with his hurt, his sadness. His pain.

So much easier to deal with.

A chilly wind suddenly blew hard, whipping into his jacket and almost tearing it off him. He cursed and quickly closed it against the wind. Despite it, he could still feel cold fingers going through him.

... Him again. Hisoka wrapped his arms around himself, shivering as the night wind continued to blow steady against him. The cold numbed him & his senses, and he grew sleepy in its icy embrace.

Strange... it is strange that I can sleep in his arms... Eventhough he makes me cold inside.

... Why is it that way? Suddenly, the cold wind stopped.

"Hisoka." His eyes opened to see Tsuzuki standing in front of him. He looked worried.

"Are you all right, Hisoka?" He reached out to him then stopped just before his fingers could touch his face. After a few moments, he withdrew his hand hesitantly. Before he could say anything else, Hisoka suddenly fainted into his arms.

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... Warm... Heat surrounded Hisoka, rocking him gently. He felt hands glide across his stomach and down. He felt fingers touch him and stroke long. He felt his body react to those demanding hands. His eyes opened just as he lowered his head, and his eyes widened when his mouth took him in.

"Yah!!!" Hisoka bolted wide awake, scaring Tsuzuki, who had been sitting by his side.

"What?!" A frantic Tsuzuki scrambled to his knees and looked over Hisoka. "What's wrong? Are you all right?"

"... Baka! Stay away from me!"

"... But... Hisoka..." Hurt replaced the worry in Tsuzuki's eyes, and he looked away hurriedly. "I- I'm sorry." His shoulders straightened. "I'll be in the kitchen," he murmured softly and stood up to leave the room.

As the door slid shut behind Tsuzuki, Hisoka quickly pushed away the blanket covering him and sat up to cross sit properly. He slammed his palms on his knees and breathed hard.

Again. Again! He dreamt that Tsuzuki was making love to him.

***

No, Hisoka doesn't hate you, Tsuzuki, Tsuzuki thought to himself firmly. Hisoka came to visit you after all. Tsuzuki breathed out deeply, clinging to the hope that Hisoka was just going through adolescence. Watari had convinced him it had to be that. After all, Hisoka had died still a teenager.

... Maybe I should find someone for him, Tsuzuki paused in his preparations, eyes looking to the ceiling thoughtfully. Maybe Wakaba can help me find someone for him. They're about the same age so she'll understand what sort of person he likes better than I can. Right! I will ask her tomorrow, Tsuzuki decided and turned his attention back to dinner.

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Remember, boy, we are the same, he and I.

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To be continued...

Author's note: The next counter hit gift story may continue this fic. Have to ask first. If not, I'll still continue this story after I finish the Shikigami series.
... I just wanted to do a simple Tsuzuki & Hisoka yaoi. --;; Look what happened instead. I write a very mean Hisoka. Not to mention, a very confused Hisoka who can't seem to decide between Tsuzuki and Muraki.

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