Dedication for YaoiYaoiYeah! I haven’t talked to you in a while! Let alone write a YnM fanfic for you! So here it is! And based around New Year’s Eve, too! Which is TOMORROW! –gasps and falls over-

Disclaimer: Do I look like someone who owns Yami no Matsuei? -T If you think so, you’re crazier than I am. And that says a lot.

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It may have been late at night, but Hisoka knew something was up.

It was far too quiet. The young Shinigami knew from experience that when things got quiet, something was bound to happen. Tsuzuki was not quiet. If Hisoka knew that his partner was there, and yet things were silent as the dead – though they were dead – he just knew that the elder guardian of death had something planned. After all, the lights were out.

Standing as still as possible by the doorway of his apartment, Hisoka held his breath and listened. He could hear stifled giggles, and in turn rolled his emerald eyes before flicking the light on.

“Baka,” was the first thing to leave Hisoka’s mouth when he saw Tsuzuki trying to hide behind the armchair in the corner, some sort of plastic crown – which sat atop Tsuzuki’s head – poking out from behind the chair. “If you’re going to hide, at least do it right.”

However, Hisoka’s words didn’t have the desired affect. Tsuzuki ignored anything Hisoka had said, the only acknowledgement a tiny, brief pout.

“Happy New Year’s Eve, ‘Soka-chan!” Tsuzuki cheered, happily poking his head out from behind the chair and throwing his arms in the air. He grinned, leaning on the back of the chair after, watching Hisoka intently with his amethyst eyes.

Hisoka felt himself shift a little uncomfortably under the gaze, but he tried to ignore it, even as he felt the heat rise to his cheeks. He kicked off his boots and tossed off his scarf and jacket, striding towards the kitchen to make himself some tea. Even with his back turned he could feel that his co-worker was still watching him. As he boiled the water for his tea, he heard Tsuzuki shuffle into the room behind him, but he still felt himself being watched.

“Will you stop watching me?” Hisoka asked, looking back at Tsuzuki with a cold glare.

The other pouted a little, his party hat falling forwards slightly, closer to his forehead. “But ‘Soka-chan, I want to watch you! You’re interesting to watch!”

Ten silent minutes passed, Hisoka sitting on the counter, sipping his tea.

“Stop watching me!”

“Look in the fridge, ‘Soka-chan.”

“Hm? What did you do?” the emerald-eyed boy asked, eyes narrowing a little in suspicion. “You didn’t cook, did you?”

“Silly ‘Soka-chan! I can’t cook!”

“Stop calling me that, too!” Hisoka snapped as he slid off the counter and went over to the fridge. That annoying purple gaze was still following him. Though, soon after, Hisoka realized the whole of Tsuzuki had followed him to the fridge, and was standing annoyingly close behind him. Although Tsuzuki had his emotional barriers up, Hisoka could feel the slightest bit of something unrecognizable slipping out. “Tsuzuki…?” he half asked, half stated, trying to sound annoyed, although there was still curiosity in his voice.

Tsuzuki couldn’t help but smirk to himself. “Yes, ‘Soka-chan?”

He sounded so cheerfully innocent that Hisoka could have turned around and hit him. In fact, that was exactly what Hisoka was about to do. Spinning around to face Tsuzuki, he raised his hand, ready to hit him, and had opened his mouth to yell but… got cut off.

Not by Tsuzuki speaking, and not by someone walking into the apartment.

Tsuzuki had kissed him, and caught his small wrist in a gentle but firm hold to stop Hisoka from hitting him at the same time. Hisoka could have fainted; in fact, he felt his legs become a little shaky and his knees buckle.

The older one caught Hisoka under the arms, releasing his hold on the smaller Shinigami’s wrist, and had stopped kissing him before his knees had hit the floor.

Hisoka’s cheeks had grown uncomfortably warm, his legs were still weak and he was looking up at Tsuzuki helplessly. For once he looked totally vulnerable. But Tsuzuki gave him a warm, heartfelt smile. “Ne, ‘Soka-chan,” he said, a teasing tone in his voice. “You’re going to have to practice that, or else you’ll keep falling down!”

The blond turned his head to look down at the floor and glare at the hardwood as if it was to blame for his weakness.

Tsuzuki laughed a little, pulling Hisoka up so his toes barely touched the floor and hugged him. “Happy New Year’s Eve, Hisoka!” he said, his tone happy and cheerful as always, still laughing.

“Hn… Happy New Year’s, Tsuzuki,” Hisoka told him, looking up at the clock as it hit midnight.

And, as things had turned out, there hadn’t been anything in the fridge… Tsuzuki had planned the entire thing, and it had played out just the way he had wanted it to. It made a wonderful New Year’s Eve for both of them.

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Wai… the ending I’m not too happy with… but all in all, I think I’m rather happy with this story. Doesn’t matter much, though… how did all of you reviewers and fellow writers like it?

Happy New Year, YaoiYaoiYeah!

Happy New Year, everyone else!