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pure and pointless FLUFF
Wheeee. Witness my lack of anything worthwhile, ie. actual PLOT, produced. This just sort of fell out of my head and will most likely be stuck at the beginning of Shifting Sands, though I've written it so it can stand alone as well. Not sure if I should post it to my YnM fic communities or not, as it may yet be part of another long-fic.
Anyway, please read, and enjoy the fluff! No spoilers really, unless you REALLY don't want to know whether Shields has a happy ending or not, just plain and simple Tsu/Hi goodness.
I hate slow days.
The sound of the office clock seems to be getting increasingly loud, and I tap my pen against the desk in annoyance. It's been one of those weeks where very little happens, and the office is full of the heavy dullness of paperwork.
I stare at the report in front of me for a while, then lift my head and look lazily around the office. Kanoe-kachan's in his private room. Tatsumi is engrossed in something on a computer screen that one of the Gushoshin is quietly explaining to him. Watari had been proudly displaying his latest device for – I don't know, cleaning up crumbs or something – but it died mid-demonstration and he's now tinkering furiously with it. Hisoka is at another desk, also working on a report.
So, so bored.
Slowly I start an old trick of mine, one that helps keeps me awake sometimes. I examine and analyse every emotion that I'm feeling, one by one.
Let's see. Boredom. Lots of that. Hunger – no surprises there. Peace.
I let my gaze drift sideways and look at Hisoka for a while, watching as he frowns slightly in concentration and spins a pencil absently in delicate artist's fingers.
Desire…
I smile slightly, imagining. Imagining shadowed green eyes, my lips on his and my hands lost in cornsilk hair. Then a very interesting idea hits me.
Slowly, so that he won't notice the change, I shield my mind. Carefully gather all the feelings, intensify them and pour them into a little bundle of potent emotion. Think back to my satisfying mental image. Develop it further, trying very hard to keep a wicked grin off my face.
There. Perfect.
'Soka? I send idly.
Hmm?
Catch.
And I throw the emotions straight into his mind.
Almost instantaneously, his face turns bright red. And he falls off his chair.
Literally.
Ha!
"Hey, are you alright, Bon?" Watari stops fiddling with his device and looks over.
"I'm fine…" he gasps, scrambling back onto his chair.
Tatsumi says nothing, but gives me a sharp look. I quickly wipe the smirk off my face and try to look extremely interested in my report.
BAKA!
It reverberates painfully in my head, accompanied by a barrage of anger and embarrassment. Looks like Hisoka has finally gathered his wits enough for a reply.
Me?
He shoots me a death glare and I look back innocently.
Just you wait, Asato Tsuzuki.
Is that a threat, or a promise?
There's a long pause, then –
Both.
Oh yeah. Stuff in italics is telepathy-type mind speech.
Anyway, please read, and enjoy the fluff! No spoilers really, unless you REALLY don't want to know whether Shields has a happy ending or not, just plain and simple Tsu/Hi goodness.
I hate slow days.
The sound of the office clock seems to be getting increasingly loud, and I tap my pen against the desk in annoyance. It's been one of those weeks where very little happens, and the office is full of the heavy dullness of paperwork.
I stare at the report in front of me for a while, then lift my head and look lazily around the office. Kanoe-kachan's in his private room. Tatsumi is engrossed in something on a computer screen that one of the Gushoshin is quietly explaining to him. Watari had been proudly displaying his latest device for – I don't know, cleaning up crumbs or something – but it died mid-demonstration and he's now tinkering furiously with it. Hisoka is at another desk, also working on a report.
So, so bored.
Slowly I start an old trick of mine, one that helps keeps me awake sometimes. I examine and analyse every emotion that I'm feeling, one by one.
Let's see. Boredom. Lots of that. Hunger – no surprises there. Peace.
I let my gaze drift sideways and look at Hisoka for a while, watching as he frowns slightly in concentration and spins a pencil absently in delicate artist's fingers.
Desire…
I smile slightly, imagining. Imagining shadowed green eyes, my lips on his and my hands lost in cornsilk hair. Then a very interesting idea hits me.
Slowly, so that he won't notice the change, I shield my mind. Carefully gather all the feelings, intensify them and pour them into a little bundle of potent emotion. Think back to my satisfying mental image. Develop it further, trying very hard to keep a wicked grin off my face.
There. Perfect.
'Soka? I send idly.
Hmm?
Catch.
And I throw the emotions straight into his mind.
Almost instantaneously, his face turns bright red. And he falls off his chair.
Literally.
Ha!
"Hey, are you alright, Bon?" Watari stops fiddling with his device and looks over.
"I'm fine…" he gasps, scrambling back onto his chair.
Tatsumi says nothing, but gives me a sharp look. I quickly wipe the smirk off my face and try to look extremely interested in my report.
BAKA!
It reverberates painfully in my head, accompanied by a barrage of anger and embarrassment. Looks like Hisoka has finally gathered his wits enough for a reply.
Me?
He shoots me a death glare and I look back innocently.
Just you wait, Asato Tsuzuki.
Is that a threat, or a promise?
There's a long pause, then –
Both.
Oh yeah. Stuff in italics is telepathy-type mind speech.
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