Paradise Uprade 2.0

Jani_chan · Paradise Uprade 2.0

This is a continuation of "One More Day In Paradise". MAAAJOR FLUFFAGE!! :p

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“HisokaHisokaHisokaHisokaaaaaaaaaa,” came a whining voice into Hisoka’s ear, “Waaakee uuuuppppp.” The blond’s head came up and he found that the movie theater was empty other than them. He found himself blushing.

“Is it over already?” he asked. The amethyst eyed shinigami pouted slightly.

“It’s been over for about fifteen minutes,” he said, “you sleep like a rock.” Hisoka shook his head, trying to clear it of sleep.

“I’m no worse than you,” Hisoka said, “you sleep through work, but you can stay away through a movie?” He stood, pulling his foot free of the gum it had been stuck in since he’d gotten there. Tsuzuki frowned and followed him out of the building. The sunlight was gone and the moon and stars were drowned in the city lights around them.

“You’re no fun, Hisoka,” the man said, “you’re supposed to watch the movie, not fall asleep.” Hisoka grimaced.

“You watched it,” he said, “I didn’t want to watch it in the first place…. I don’t like movie theaters…. Too many people.” Tsuzuki pouted more.

“But you didn’t even watch it…” Hisoka let out a growl.

“If I go for ice cream with you will you shut up?” he demanded. Tsuzuki clapped his hands together.

“Ice creeaaammm!!!” he seemed almost like a small child in his excitement. Hisoka shook his head with a sigh and made his way to the small ice cream stand near the park. He picked out a simple strawberry cone, but Tsuzuki and his eternal sweet tooth picked a Rocky Road, Caramel Sutra, and Phish Food sundae with sprinkles and drizzling and all sorts of other things on top. Hisoka had to make a face at the pile of sweet.

“How can you eat that?” he wondered aloud.

“Easily,” Tsuzuki grinned and began to shovel into his ice cream. He led Hisoka to a nearby bench where he finished one scoop before a ball came flying through the air and knocked it out of his hands. He dropped it to the side with a cry and two young boys hurried over.

“Gee, mister,” said one, “I’m really sorry about that.” Tsuzuki whined for a moment.

“My iice creeeaaammmm,” he said. The two boys looked at each other, then grabbed their ball and ran before Tsuzuki could get angry at them. Hisoka shook his head.

“At least try to act your age,” he said.

“But Hisokaaaaaaaa,” tears would soon rush down Tsuzuki’s cheeks in mourning for his demolished sundae. With a grimace, the empath held out his strawberry cone.

“Take this one,” he said. Tsuzuki stared at him.

“Really?” he said, his eyes still watering.

“Yes,” Hisoka said in slight frustration, his cheeks pink. Why did Tsuzuki like to look at him like that? The man jumped up, ready to hug the boy.
“SANKYUU, HISOKAAAAAA” He took up the strawberry ice cream cone, licking one side joyfully. Then he paused, holding the ice cream con out to Hisoka again. Hisoka stared at him.
“What?” he asked.

“Your turn,” Tsuzuki said, “hurry up, it’s melting.” Hisoka made a face.

“I gave it to you,” he said, “you eat it.” Tsuzuki shook his head.

“I’m sharing,” he said. Hisoka sighed, knowing Tsuzuki would be stubborn and figured a small lick wouldn’t hurt. He leaned forward to lick away a drop around the edge of the cone, but without warning a big glob fell on him, running down to his neck. He grimaced.

“Now look what you did,” he said to Tsuzuki, ignoring the fact that the man had done nothing.

“I’m sorry!” Tsuzuki cried, forgetting that he’d done nothing, and grabbed the napkins that he’d grabbed, only to realize that they too were covered in ice cream. He tried to rub away the dripping sweet from his partner’s skin with a corner, but the boy pushed his hands away.

“I’ve got it,” he said, about to rub it away with his sleeve, but Tsuzuki continued to insist on trying to wipe it away. He leaned in so close that Hisoka could feel the man’s breath on his cheek. Immediately he pulled away.

“I told you that I can take care of it!!!” he yelled, “now I’m going home!!!” He hoped there wasn’t as much panic in his voice as he felt. He turned and hurried away, trying to ignore the look of shock and hurt on his partner’s face.

When Hisoka got home, he quickly threw himself into the shower after tossing his clothes to the floor. Why did he always feel this way after getting close to Tsuzuki lately? Ever since that day he’d kissed the man without thinking, he wanted to do it again, but was afraid to. Kissing always lead to other things, but Hisoka didn’t want those things. He was afraid of them. Muraki had taught him that they were very painful. But with Tsuzuki… would they be the same? Most likely not. But that didn’t ease Hisoka’s fear any. He washed away the ice cream, his mind traveling as he did. He tried to keep it away from Tsuzuki, but no matter where it went, he was there. He was at the office, on their assignments, taking up most of Hisoka’s “free time”. He was everywhere. So he let his thoughts drift around his own home. Those flowers that were taking over the windows of every room were Tsuzuki’s, and the mess on the kitchen counter belonged to none other than Tsuzuki the anti-chef. He sighed. Was there anyplace away from this man?

He turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, grabbing his towel and drying off. He decided that a book was a good way to get his mind off of the man and dressed himself, going to the living room. He sat himself on the couch, taking up the book he’d been reading for the past few days and opening to the dog eared page. He’d have to get a bookmark soon, the pages were getting bent up terribly. He read through and was annoyed to find that the main character reminded him of Tsuzuki. He read on anyways, soon falling asleep against the back of he couch. He slept so deeply that he didn’t hear the front door open.

“Hisoka?” came Tsuzuki’s voice through the air. It wasn’t loud, but enough to be heard from any of the rooms. “Hisoka…. I knocked three times, but you didn’t answer….. Are you that angry with me…?” He stopped as he saw the boy sleeping on the couch, hair still very wet. He let out a small puff of air that sounded rather like “tut”. He knew Hisoka would catch cold if he kept sleeping like that. He shook his head slightly and grabbed the afghan off the back of the couch, wrapping it around the empath carefully. Then he brushed the boy’s hair from his face. With a slight twitch, his eyes began to open.

“Tsuzu…ki?” he murmured sleepily. The man smiled at him.

“Hullo, Hisoka….” he sad, “sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” For a moment, the boy just stared at him dumbly, then he sat up, grabbing a pillow from the side and chucking it at the man.

“What are you doing in my house!?!?” he demanded, “since when are you allowed to just walk into my house whenever you want to?” Tsuzuki lifted his arms to protect himself.

“I’m sorry, Hisoka!” he cried, “I wanted to check on you because you seemed so angry… I’m sorry!! Really!!!” Hisoka growled and threw the other pillow from the couch at the man.

“You idiot,” he muttered, “you’ve had me all to yourself all day… do you still need me now?” Tsuzuki pouted.

“I really like spending time with you though, Hisoka,” he said, “the times with you are the best I have.” Hisoka turned his face away to hide the fact that it was turning red.

“You’re full of it,” he said. Tsuzuki stood there for a moment awkwardly. Hisoka stood, suddenly realizing that the afghan was around him and draped it back on the couch.

“Whatcha doin’?” Tsuzuki asked him.

“Making tea,” the boy said, “what kind of host would I be if I didn’t?” The man began to follow.

“I could do I-” Hisoka turned, stopping him short.

“Stay. Out. Of. My. Kitchen.” His voice was commanding, tone leaving no room for question. The man whimpered slightly, but went back to the couch. When he walked back into the room, he carried calming tea steaming in the pot. With it was two cups on a tray. He sat, pouring a cup for Tsuzuki, then himself. He blew on the top slightly, not paying attention to the man. Funny how whenever he was just there, Hisoka could ignore him easily, but if he was too close or too far, Tsuzuki was all the emerald eyed empath could think about.

“You know my favorite part of that movie?” he asked at random, sounding ready to begin spouting off another pile of nonsense. Hisoka sighed.

“I didn’t watch it,” he said, “how could I know?” Tsuzuki grinned and shook his head slightly.

“I like how the main character thought he was weak, but he was really, really strong… and he reminded me a it of you.” Hisoka shook his head.

“You really are full of it,” he said, “there wouldn’t be a character like me in a movie.” He sipped his tea.

“And why not?” Tsuzuki asked, “you know you could.” The boy shook his head again.

“Full of it and insane,” he said. Tsuzuki frowned. Hisoka set his cup on the table. “Tsuzuki…” his voice had changed slightly. It was lower, more serious. The man seemed surprised at this.

“Hisoka?”

“Stop thinking like that.” It was a command. Tsuzuki’s eyes widened for a moment and he looked away.

“I… forgot…” he said, “sorry.” Hisoka shook his head.

“Look, I know you’re just thinking that I’m not as bad as I say I am, that you really think I’m cool, but I’m not… so just stop…” Hisoka’s voice didn’t change.

“But Hisoka,” Tsuzuki said, “that’s not true… you’re really a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for.” Hisoka shook his head and moved to stand and walk away, but Tsuzuki grabbed his arm.

“What are you doing!?” he demanded, “don’t touch me!” Then he stopped, the emotion flowing into him from Tsuzuki was one he recognized… one he felt on his own every day. It got stronger as every moment went by and he was forced off of his feet by it, sitting back on the couch. He jerked his arm out of Tsuzuki’s hands. “Don’t…” he said. Tsuzuki’s head lifted.

“Don’t?” he repeated.

“Don’t love me…” his hands lifted to his ears and temples, pressing to the sides of his head. “I… I can’t promise that I can love you back. Not fully. Something’s missing… inside of me… an empty space that won’t go away. I don’t know how it got there… but I don’t see it going away any time soon… and… and…” Tsuzuki frowned and placed a hand on Hisoka’s shoulder.

“It’s okay,” he said, “I don’t mind if you don’t care for me fully… I mean, scars aren’t always easy to make heal, and I won’t force yours anywhere… I just want to be with you.” Hisoka thought for a moment, wishing thinking didn’t have to hurt so much.

“It isn’t right,” he said.

“What isn’t?” Tsuzuki asked.

“Claiming love for a person when your heart isn’t even whole,” Hisoka’s voice was still quite dead, “it has to be a sin or something.” Tsuzuki now wrapped his arm around Hisoka’s shoulder.

“It’s no sin,” he said, “you’re having a hard time, that’s all. But… even if you don’t love me back, I want to be here with you. If you don’t mind my being here…” Hisoka fought for words.

“I don’t want you to go,” Hisoka said, “if that’s what you’re saying. I’m just afraid that it’ll get to a point where I’ll regret i-” he stopped, biting his tongue at the fact that he was still talking. He looked away from the man. Tsuzuki’s eyes seemed more blue than before and he leaned closer, kissing Hisoka’s chin slightly.

“If it ever gets to any point you don’t like, we’ll simply stop,” he said, “I’d never do anything to hurt you.” Hisoka hated to admit it, but he liked that kiss. He wanted Tsuzuki to continue, but pulled away.

“Don’t…. you make it hard to think when you do that,” he said. Tsuzuki almost made a comment but didn’t.

“You don’t like it?” he said. Hisoka shook his head.

“That’s just the thing…” he said, “I do.” There was silence for a few moments. An awkward murmur of the air in their ears making them ring. “Would you…. do it again?” Hisoka asked. Tsuzuki raised his eyebrows.

“Are you sure?” he asked. Hisoka nodded.

“I trust you…”

Those three words. Something few people would ever hear from that boy. Tsuzuki’s heart nearly burst with the feeling and his lips traced over Hisoka’s jaw once again, sliding down his throat and sucking slightly on is neck. Hisoka sighed and closed his eyes. Tsuzuki smiled slightly at the sigh. He couldn’t help it. The sound of Hisoka actually being content was a rarity. The sound of Hisoka enjoying something was even rarer still.

“You,” Hisoka murmured, “you make me so tired… why are your emotions always so strong?” Tsuzuki shrugged slightly, still kissing the boy’s neck.

“No idea.” Hisoka sighed.

“I just… want to sleep…” Tsuzuki pulled away.

“Do you want me to leave?” he asked. Hisoka looked at him for a moment, then shook his head.

“Please don’t,” he said, “I’m so comfortable.” Tsuzuki smiled and leaned back against the couch, keeping his arms around the boy.

“Sleep then,” he said, kissing the empath’s forehead. Hisoka nodded and leaned his head against Tsuzuki’s shoulder, falling asleep quickly. Tsuzuki watched him for a bit before nodding off himself, heart beating happily in his chest as he held his partner close.

~The End~

laustic

That was sweet and sad. It's nice to know that Tsuzuki will be there for Hisoka though. Those two have a lot of healing to do. You did a wonderful job writing this fic Smile

Jani_chan

heeeee sankyuu. Always wonderful getting told how much your fics are appreciated. <3

laustic

It is a nice feeling to be told that your fics are appreciated! Really though, you deserve it. I love your writing style.

Jani_chan

</3 sorry, but the third portion of this fic is not coming to me easily. I have too many ideas, all of them jumbled together XD;;; I'll post it as soon as my thoughts organise enough to finish it.

laustic

I'll wait patiently for you to organize your thoughts Smile

I think that this fic is worth the wait.

Editor

Why am I reading all these fic's backwards?? O.o

Anyway, loved this fic!!! It was so sweet!! I cracked up when Hisoka started hurtling pillows at Tsuzuki, I loved how you portrayed he's cranky mood, I think Hisoka's irritable swings can be attributed to he's fear and confusion when it comes to closeness, and I like how you unravelled proxy for him in this fic, as well as the conflicts it brings. When Tsuzuki's too far away he's agitated, when he's too close he's anxious. I loved the kiss moment as well because I could hear Hisoka's breathless confused voice as he told Tsuzuki he made him tired. Tsuzuki did a good job in this fic of taking care of Hisoka *smiles*. It was witty and fun.

Only one thing I have to say though, I was really thrown off at the start, I'm guessing you meant to say "Hisoka said", not "Hijiri said".

Other than that. Yep, good fic!! Well done!

Jani_chan

Editor

Darling, you have Hijiri on the brain >.<

...but lol no problem...