YnM Fanfiction
"Genki"

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Disclaimer: YnM belongs to Youko Matsushita-sensei.

4-11-2001
Gift Story for 8000 Counter Hitter, Rubie. Thank you!

This is the 8000 Hit Gift Story for Rubie! Thank you!
Request: Drinking Match Fic starring Hisoka and cast. A little humor with character development.

x_o;; I felt lost a lot of times while writing this story.

Genki
Written by Anonym aka Yen

Warm. Sunshine felt warm today. Hisoka lifted his face towards it, smiling slightly. His eyes narrowed against the bright light streaming through the window.

"Kurosaki-kun." He turned back just as Tatsumi approached his desk and handed him a file.

"Is this a new case for me and Tsuzuki, Tatsumi-san?"

"No, it isn't. Kyuushuu's quiet these days. This is a case in Watari's area. You've been assigned as his partner temporarily."

"Nani..." Both turned to Tsuzuki who looked quite hurt. "First, Terazuma picked Hisoka over me. Now, Watari-san..."

Tatsumi's expression turned alarmed when Tsuzuki began to sniffle. "... You and Watari together means nothing gets done," Tatsumi tried to say sternly.

"B-but..." Tsuzuki's eyes began to shimmer while Tatsumi began to twitch.

"Tatsumi-san, where's that partner you promised me?" Watari's singsong voice broke through the tense atmosphere. Tsuzuki ran to him as he entered the office, leaving a very relieved Tatsumi.

"Wah! Watari-san, Tatsumi is such a meanie!"

"Eh? What did Tatsumi do?"

"He won't let me work with you!"

"Oh."

Hisoka sighed loudly, attracting their attention. "Can we please get on with this?" He said as he stood up from his desk. "Tsuzuki, this is only temporary."

Tsuzuki clutched Watari tighter. "But I haven't worked with Watari-san for a long time!" He wailed.

"Well, I haven't worked with Watari-san at all!" Hisoka yelled, muting Tsuzuki who blinked at him, surprised by his sudden outburst. Watari and Tatsumi conspicuously remained silent.

His hand tightened on the file as he looked away from them. Without another word, he stalked out of the office.
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It is hard to show what you know.

"Have you read the file, Hisoka?" Watari asked, glancing aside to his temporary partner. They were walking on a hard packed dirt road leading towards a small farming village.

"No. Not yet, Watari-san." Watari could see Hisoka's fingers tremble as he opened the folder. He stopped him, closing the folder and taking it away.

"That's all right. I'll brief you on it." Watari folded the file in half and stuck it inside one of his inner coat pockets.

Hisoka seemed to snap again. "I don't need you to brief me." His eyes were emerald shards. "I can read for myself, Watari-san."

Watari waved his hand peaceably. "I know. I know, Hisoka." Then, he smiled and softly asked, "Are you always this belligerent?"

Hisoka immediately turned away from him, and Watari winced. "Gomen. Gomen. I didn't mean to pry with such a personal question." Then he muttered to himself, "Tatsumi's right. I can be so indiscreet."

Hisoka remained silent, and Watari sighed inwardly. "... Uhm..." What can I do...? I'm an engineering genius, not a psychiatrist. ... Hmm... May as well talk about the case.

"Anyway, we're here to convince Grandma Sanami that it's time to leave."
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It is hard to know what you see.

"No no no. I won't go." The small elderly woman pushed passed Watari to serve some tea to Hisoka, who was seated at the table and surrounded by at least a dozen cats. "What a handsome young man you are," she gushed at Hisoka, patting his shoulder. "You remind me of my husband when he was your age."

Hisoka blushed and nodded his thanks as he tried to keep two kittens from playing with his tea cup. Grandma Sanami smiled and unsuccessfully shooed away the cats before shuffling to the kitchen. Watari went after her.

"Grandma please. You have to go now." Watari cringed when she swatted at him. "How impolite you are! Didn't your mother ever told you to respect your elders."

Watari twiddled his fingers then looked to Hisoka pleadingly. Hisoka pretended not to notice and drank his tea silently.

Grandma Sanami's name was written down years ago. Sometimes, a person's will to live is so strong that even the Earl cannot touch his candle. We decided to let Grandma choose her own time, but at this rate... Anyway, her case is causing massive backlogs at JuuOuChou, and other people have started following her example.

Grandma Sanami poked a finger in Watari's stomach. "What gives you the right to decide when people have to die!" She questioned snappishly.

Hisoka, like Watari, couldn't answer that accusation, and he ducked his head down as a feeling of terrible shame came over him.
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It is hard to wait.

"Well, she said we can come back anytime." Watari smiled wryly. "She likes Hisoka."

Tatsumi nodded slowly. "As expected. Please submit your report as soon as possible."

Watari's face fell. "Do I have too? I've been making the same report for the past 4 years."

"It's policy."

Watari sighed. "Okay. Okay. ... Oh, you two will be coming tonight, won't you?"

"Huh?"

"Tatsumi-san, I'm hurt! You forgot my birthday..."

"I didn't forget, Watari," Tsuzuki said quite proudly as he opened one of the drawers of his desk and took out a large package wrapped in brown paper and tied with string.

Watari turned starry-eyed. "Arigatou!" He yelled, hugging Tsuzuki tightly and giving Tatsumi a reproachful look when the latter picked up the package.

Tatsumi frowned. "... I think this is food."

Tsuzuki's face fell. "Tatsumi, you spoiled my surprise."

Watari paled and let go of Tsuzuki slowly. "... You cooked something for me?"

Tsuzuki nodded, his smile returning. "It's one of Ruka's best cake recipes." Then, he noticed Watari's white complexion. "... Are you all right, Watari-san?"

"... Ah. Tsuzuki-san, you shouldn't have gone through all the trouble... Cooking is such hard work... I don't deserve it."

"But, Watari-san, you are one of my dearest friends! ... Oh, Tatsumi-san, how did you know it was food?"

Tatsumi carefully placed the package down on the table before answering. "Tsuzuki-san, you don't have any money to get a store-brought present."

"... Yes, because of my debt. You're such a good detective, Tatsumi-san..." Tsuzuki then turned teary-eyed much to Tatsumi's detriment. "I don't even have enough money to buy candles for the cake..."

Tatsumi suddenly smiled brilliantly. "Well then. Let's share this gift, Tsuzuki-san."

"... Huh?" Said Tsuzuki who had been cut off in mid-sob. Watari turned owl-eyed. Both stared at Tatsumi, who had picked up the package again.

"Since I don't have a gift for Watari-san, I'll pay for the candles," reasoned Tatsumi, "then, this cake would be from both of us. That's okay, isn't it, Tsuzuki-san?" He then walked to the door. "I'll bring this cake along to the bakeshop so that I can match candles that will look good on it," He said as he opened the door.

"... But, Tatsumi-"
Tsuzuki was interrupted. "I'll see you two at the lab." Tatsumi gave them a one hand wave before closing the door.

...

"... He'll pay for the candles..." Tsuzuki blinked. "... Tatsumi is too thrifty sometimes," he said.

"For Tatsumi, that's already generous," said Watari, who had regained his color and who was absent-mindedly playing with 003, who was still upset for having been left behind.

"... I guess that's right," agreed Tsuzuki uncertainly. "... By the way, Watari-san, where's Hisoka?"

"Oh. He said he wanted to talk with Grandma Sanami for a while. ... Don't look so worried, Tsuzuki-san. I made him promise that he would come to my birthday party."
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It is hard to live.

Hisoka stopped and glanced back to the house where Grandma Sanami lives. It's window and doors were aglow, gently lit from inside. He could hear the cats meowing. He could hear their owner grumbling.

"I already fed the lot of you, so go chase rats and earn your keep."

Hisoka smiled slightly, looked away and continued walking.

So you're a shinigami also... you died very young.
... Yes, I did.
Do you want to talk about it? How you died?
... No. Not really.
That's good. Waste of time to dwell on what's been done.
... How about you, Grandma? Do you want to talk?
Talk? Me? Dear boy, I don't like to talk a lot, even to myself. ... Well, except to the cats. They're good listeners.

He could remember their conversation word by word, but what struck him the most was the strength underlying each syllable she uttered. Grandma Sanami was absolutely fearless.

Life's too short for niceties.

He had smiled when she had said that, and he had replied.

But you're going to live forever, Grandma.
Hah! I wish. Of course I'm going to die sometime. ... Just not the time they plan for me.
Aren't you afraid, Grandma?
Me? Afraid of what? Them? Boy, they're afraid of me.
... Why would they be afraid of you?
Because I don't fit their neat little system. You see, it's not absolute that system you supposedly work for.
...
If it was perfect, there would be no need of the shinigami.

Grandma Sanami was certainly insightful, and Hisoka found himself agreeing with her.

Whoever you're working for, boy, is as fallible as we, mortals. It's the age old question.
If there is really a God, why do bad things happen?

... Why indeed...

In the end, the only person who can help you is yourself.

... But what if you're too weak to help yourself?

And of course if you're really lucky, you'll have friends who'll help.

... If I'm really lucky.
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It's hard to admit that you need them.

"I'll never lose to an idiot!" Terazuma growled over his cup at Tsuzuki, who looked back sleepily. Tsuzuki suddenly hiccupped. This infuriated Terazuma further. They were seated at a table and facing each other.

"Hajime-chan, please..." Standing beside Terazuma, Wakaba was trying to loosen Terazuma's hold on a sake bottle. "You've drank enough alread-" Terazuma was looking up at her.

Wakaba stared back uncertainly. "... Haji-"
"Kannuki..." He had suddenly leaned forward, slipped his arms around her waist and snuggled his face against her stomach.

Wakaba blushed red and tried to push him away. That made him hold on to her tighter. "Don't go..." She heard Terazuma mutter, and her expression gentled.

"Looks like Tsuzuki wins the duel." Wakaba glanced aside to a smiling Watari who added, "But Terazuma got the prize."

Wakaba smiled back. "I won also," she murmured softly as she ran her fingers through her partner's hair. Terazuma seemed to like it, because a few moments later he was snoring.

Wakaba stared at him in shock while Watari howled with laughter. Meanwhile, on the other side of the lab, Tatsumi was making sure the karaoke wasn't working.

"Eh... is it really broken, Tatsumi?" Konoe said mournfully. He was holding the microphone.

At the buffet, the twins were refilling their plates for the ??? time, 003 hooting happily and perched on the younger twin's head. Fortunately, Watari had remembered not to include chicken in the menu.

This is the scene that greeted Hisoka when he arrived.
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"You missed most of the excitement, Hisoka," Watari smiled at the sight of Tsuzuki sleeping on Hisoka's lap. The young shinigami looked resigned.

"... I'm sorry I didn't come earlier, Watari-san," Hisoka said as he tried to find a comfortable position on the couch. Tsuzuki's head was heavy, and it didn't help that his partner was drooling in his sleep.

Watari's head tilted at the apology. "... Don't worry. No offense taken by the celebrant." He grinned. "But I expect you to be on time next year."

Hisoka smiled back, then reached into his shirt pocket. "I have something for you, Watari-san. It's from Grandma Sanami. She told me to give it to you."

"Hmm?" Watari took the folded piece of paper Hisoka handed to him. As he tried to unfold it, he knew Hisoka had not read it. The paper had been folded in an intricate pattern. Opened once, it wouldn't be closed again except by an expert in origami.

In it was written:

Idiot. Why didn't you tell me today is your birthday.

Watari winced. It would be a long long time before he could convince Grandma Sanami. Suddenly he heard a chuckle and looked up from the note to see Hisoka laughing.

"... What's so funny?" Watari asked, feeling a bit nonplused though he was delighted to see Hisoka that way. He couldn't even recall ever seeing Hisoka laugh or even smile a little, and the boy did have a nice laugh.

Hisoka coughed before looking back at him, and when he did, he was smiling slightly. Grinning actually.

"... What...?" Watari asked again, puzzled.

Hisoka coughed. "Nothing," he said blandly.

... Huh?

"What are you two talking about?" Both looked up to see Tatsumi, who paused to bend and to push Tsuzuki's legs off the couch so he could sit down. Tsuzuki almost fell off the couch had Hisoka not grabbed him. Watari leaned forward to help position Tsuzuki so that he was sitting on the floor and leaning against Hisoka's legs, his head still comfortably pillowed on Hisoka's lap.

Zzzzz... Tsuzuki had not been the least bit disturbed, still sleeping soundly with a smile on his face.

"I'm not carrying him home," Tatsumi said.
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The End?

Ack! I barely understand this story. I'm not good with Hisoka-centered stories. Need more practice in relating to Hisoka. In a nutshell, this fic is about Hisoka learning to get along more with the other shinigami.

Let's see, I usually connect the fanfics I write.
"Hisoka & the 3 Shinigami" --- Hisoka interacts with Wakaba.
"When Cherry Blossoms Fall" --- Hisoka interacts with Terazuma.
"Genki" --- Hisoka interacts with Watari.

If I continue this series, the next fanfics will probably follow the same pattern; meaning, Hisoka interacting with another character in particular.

And the title "Genki" refers to Watari, whose attitude is opposite to Hisoka's.

Flames, comments, suggestions, corrections? Just don't ask me what Hisoka found so funny.