Notes: For WolfPilot06, who wanted a drabble that centered on Hakushaku's opinion of Hisoka. It ended up being more of a mini-fic, but I rather like the irreverence of the POV on this. Hakushaku Drabble A Yami no Matsuei Fanfiction by Amet Hakushaku liked his picture collection. Though it generally made Watson look at him with that funny little half-squint in his beady eyes that might have been disapproval, there was no greater pleasure in his life than downloading the information from his various strategically placed net cams and engaging in his favorite pastime... Tsuzuki watching. He had filled hard drive upon hard drive with photographs, and room upon room of filing cabinets before the invention of the digital camera, and he had absolutely no intention of stopping, despite several sanctimonious speeches from Konoe-san and his ornery Secretary on the nature of privacy. Tsuzuki-san had no privacy as far as he was concerned. The man owed him too many favors. Which is why it was utterly ridiculous that this child would presume to tell him what he could or could not do where the violet eyed man was concerned. This whelp who had stormed into his tearoom, disturbing the scattered flames of the candles of life as he stomped across the floor and began his irrational tirade, the remains of a digital camera unceremoniously tossed onto the table as he ranted. He had been begrudgingly grateful to the whelp when he insinuated himself into Tsuzuki-san's life, allowing Hakushaku the opportunity to acquire some rather... enticing shots of Tsuzuki-san in the throws of passion under the boy's influence, and that alone saved them both the consequences of Hakushaku's annoyance at Tsuzuki-san's newfound pastime. The boy was small at least, taking up very little of a frame and Hakushaku had deigned to work around him. Kurosaki should have taken it as the benevolent gesture it was and kept to himself, but upon finding the camera Hakushaku had ordered installed into Tsuzuki-san's bedroom the boy had thrown a fit, yanking it wholly from the wall, and as the count had gleaned from his other cameras, argued with Tsuzuki-san for half an hour about whether confronting him was worth the risk. Apparently it was, because the child was now here, pacing beside the table. The count wasn't listening to most of it, but he caught enough to realize that there was much repeating of the phrases 'how dare you' and 'no right'. It was tiresome, and experience at watching the boy when he was in a tiff told Hakushaku that he would be going for hours yet unless something stopped him, and usually the only thing that would, or could for that matter, was Tsuzuki-san. Who in all likelihood had no idea that his lover was here at all. Which sealed it. He'd just have to kill Kurosaki to shut him up. "Hisoka!" The shout echoed through the chamber, garish and worn as Tsuzuki-san burst into the tearoom, china rattling in the wake of his rather enthusiastic entrance. He somehow managed to look even more rumpled and careworn than usual, face twisted in irrational fear at the sight of Hakushaku blithely sipping his tea as the boy panted in exertion from his interrupted tirade, jacket half-falling from his shoulders. "Hisoka, please, you don’t know what you're doing!" Tsuzuki-san pleaded, stumbling across the room to pull the whelp against him. "I know exactly what I'm doing," the child huffed, "I'm yelling at the letch." "Hisoka, no, you don't know what he'll do to you." A nervous glance was thrown the count's way, and he waggled his finger at Tsuzuki-san over the whelp's shoulder. "For crying out loud Asato, what's he going to do, kill me?" "Actually," Hakushaku chimed in, "that was exactly what I was planning to do." Tsuzuki-san whimpered, pulling the child harder against his chest as Kurosaki sputtered in indignation. "Please, Hakushaku-sama, he doesn't know how it works, I'm begging you..." "Are you insane?" the child demanded, yanking free of Tsuzuki-san's embrace and advancing towards Hakushaku, looming as best his coltish form would allow. "You can't just eliminate me because you're annoyed at who I'm fucking." Kurosaki could be impressive, if one could acquire the taste for his sort, the kind of fine-boned beauty usually bestowed upon women and children worked into a body that was too spindly to be truly female and too lithe to be truly adult. He was not, however, terribly intimidating until one paid special attention to the aura of psychic power crackling about his person, power the whelp had no idea was even there, much less any control over. The idea that the child would insinuate that he would do Hakushaku harm was preposterous. "Of course I can," the count said, genuinely confused. "I'm the keeper of the flames. All I do all day long is kill people." He paused, considering. "It all gets rather repetitive after a while." Tsuzuki-san looked as though he was about to cry, which would have been regrettable if Hakushaku had cared about the man beyond the aesthetic and Tsuzuki-san really was lovely when he was in pain. The whelp seemed less impressed, sneering at the count in a way that made even the immortal keeper rather nervous as he pulled an envelope from beneath his jacket and threw it unceremoniously onto the table. "Try it," the whelp threatened, "and the whole of Meifu finds out where these came from." Hakushaku set his teacup down gently, careful of the fine china, and eyed the packet cautiously. Tsuzuki-san stepped forward to embrace the boy again, drawing an arm around Kurosaki's shoulders from behind and hiding his face in the boy's hair. The envelope, when he finally steadied his hands enough to look inside it, contained some of his freelance work for other collectors, rather... compromising photographs of the Gushoshin brothers in various states of nudity inside their living quarters in the library proper. He could only imagine what the twin gods would do to him if they found out... "You wouldn't," he began, wishing for once that his face were corporeal long enough to make his features pleading. "Try me." Tsuzuki-san looked up at the placating tone of his voice, glancing between the top of his lover's head and the count's mask, grinning childishly at the implication of both statements. Hakushaku had never really decided if he appreciated that look for its beauty or hated it for its meaning... it was the way the violet eyed man looked when he thought he'd gotten away with an indiscretion. It made the count want to kill something. "Are we done?" the boy demanded, tapping his foot impatiently, and Hakushaku barely tamed the urge to throttle him where he stood. "Go," he answered, voice weary, folding the pictures back into their folder and tossing them onto the tea tray beside the kettle. They would have to be disposed of. Thoroughly. Tsuzuki-san was slowly dragging the whelp towards the door by way of the arm around his shoulders, as Kurosaki refused to turn around long enough to cut off the baleful glare directed Hakushaku's way. "I will find the rest of those cameras," he promised, "and you will not be installing any more, or those pictures go to press." Hakushaku very much doubted that the boy would find all of them, but insofar as installing any more... he supposed he could make do with the dozen or so at the Shokan offices that the boy had little chance of uncovering without help from Watson himself, and the likelihood of that was nonexistent. The count made a note to remind himself that Watson was overdue for a raise to insure that the situation remained that way and nodded his head in acquiescence. He could live without installing any more and still get his pictures. It wasn't like the hormonal little things never went at it in the break room. Kurosaki turned just as he and Tsuzuki-san reached the doorway, away from where the violet eyed man was babbling in relief and petting hands over his lover's hair. "Hey," he snapped. "Since you're so intent on voyeurism..." He reached up, snatching Tsuzuki-san's head by the back of his neck, dragging him down for an open-mouthed, rather lude kiss that made Hakushaku wish dearly for a camera. "Cherish that memory," the boy barked, "you won't get another." And with that he stormed out, Tsuzuki-san trailing behind with a kind of dazed amazement on his face, babbling anew that he was so glad Hisoka was all right, and what had he given Hakushaku-sama to make him pause like that, and when they got home was the embargo on sex rescinded or was he no longer allowed to touch Hisoka even after that tease... Ah well. Hakushaku would get it all off the security cameras later. return to splash page