Hello again! I just watched a few episodes of Yami No Matsuei and became really tempted to write a fanfic. I always thought that my two favorite characters should be together. Muraki and Tsuzuki.
There will only be two or three chapters in this story, so you're forewarned. All the yaoi is coming up soon. I promise.
"Are you okay? You really don't look so good."
"No. I'm fine. Really Hisoka, stop worrying about me," I smiled.
"Sometimes I wonder Tsuzuki."
"Well don't. I'm fine as you can see. It's nothing more than a cold."
I flashed a huge goofy grin, attempting to brighten up the mood.
Hisoka just sighed and folded his arms.
"Whatever you say."
It's true. I was sick, but it wasn't anything to worry about. I get sick all the time.
I only threw up once. And it was probably form all those cinnamon rolls I had last night.
It was so totally worth it!
Hisoka thinks that I'm dying...more than I'm already dead. How funny is that?
And that's why I'm sitting in this plain disgusting hotel room, having a teenager keep watch over me. Yay!
Hisoka screamed and waved a hand in front of my face.
He looked furious.
"Huh?," I answered, still a bit out of it.
"You're going to the hospital. Now," he demanded as he stood up.
My mind went into overdrive as I realized what was happening. Hospitals? Hell no.
"No. I'm fine. I don't need to go anywhere. It would be better if I stood here and rested more," I said quickly.
The next thing you know, I was being dragged down the street by a 16 year old. This must look so embarassing...
"No! Stop! I'm fine! I don't wanna go!"
I screamed and whined like a baby the whole way.
"Shut up and listen to me for once. You look like crap Tsuzuki," Hisoka said to me.
I just whined and groaned more, getting frustrated anout this whole thing.
As we approached the building, I read the sign.
Dammit! I really don't want to be here.
Hisoka continued to drag me to the receptionist, but as we got close, I tried to make a run for it.
It was in vain. He grabbed me and put me in a headlock as he signed a few papers on the desk.
"Stop struggling," he whispered down to me.
When he was done, he dragged me over to a chair to sit and wait.
"They'll show you to a room in a bit. I'll be waiting here for you afterwards," he smiled.
"I tole you already. You're just a teenager and you can't just boss me around like that. I'm going to-," I was cut off by a nurse calling my name.
"Tsuzuki-san. The doctor will see you now. If you would just follow me to a room please?"
She looked kind of cute. I guess it wouldn't hurt to follow...
"Of course," I stood up and walked over to her.
As I started to follow her, I turned back to look at Hisoka who grinned at me.
I just stuck my toungue out at him and followed the beautiful nurse to my room.
"So...you work here?," I leaned against the room door and asked the nurse.
"I'm engaged, bastard," she growled and walked away.
Damn. That went well.
I went inside the room and pushed in the door behind me.
There were many reasons as to why I hated hospitals.
First off, the needles. What kind of sick sadistic person would do that to you?
Second, it was always cold. You could never be comfortable in a hospital. Everything's so uptight and professional. Not to mention bleak and boring. And white.
Other than that, I didn't think it was too bad that I was sitting on a hospital bed, waiting to be told that I'm not going to die. Hah.
But, when the door opened and I saw my doctor walk in, that gave me a whole new reason to want to get the hell out of here.
"Tsuzuki. How fortunate we meet again."
Muraki smiled as he stared me in the eye and locked the door behind him. This day wasn't going well for me, was it?
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