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Yami no Matseui, Something Worth Keeping, NC-17

Title: Something Worth Keeping
Author: Renet
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angst, fluff, porn. Not necessarily in that order.
Author's Notes: For squirrelarmy's challenge: "Hisoka gets a cat and Tsuzuki gets jealous." Thanks to all my flist for name suggestions, especially wordsofastory the winnah, and to dinogrrrl, whose cat Squeakit was a real inspiration. XD Thanks to b_hallward and cosmorific for betaing.



When Tatsumi had handed the paperwork to Hisoka and asked him to drop it off in the lab, Hisoka had wondered why the secretary didn't just do it himself.

The answer was clear when he walked through the door.

The never-tidy counters were crammed with pet carriers; most of them were empty, but there was the occasional cat or dog poking its head through a door.

Watari himself was chasing a ball of fur that closer inspection revealed to be an impossibly fluffy, tricolored kitten.

"Bon!" Watari cried, scrambling to clear a stack of beakers off a counter. "Give me a hand!"

"What's going on?" Hisoka said, trying to get a bead on the kitten's darting movements.

"I'm trying to keep him from-- oh, dammit." The kitten jumped to a high shelf.

Hisoka reached out and assessed its mental state. "It's scared," Hisoka said. "It'll probably be better if you let it alone for a minute."

"I know," Watari said irritably. "I didn't really need those flasks anyway."

"Why are there so many animals here?"

"Oh," Watari said. "You weren't here last time. The veterinary team is taking a group vacation, so some of us doctors are acting as substitutes until they get back. As the animals don't get sick, it's just checking in the recently dead and making sure they don't have any living fleas or conditions requiring treatment-- a permanent disability or chronic problem that would carry through into death."

"...animals stay in Meifu?" Hisoka had seen the occasional cat or dog in the afterlife, but he hadn't really thought much about it."

"Of course." Watari pushed his hair back from his face. The chase had brought a good-sized clump of hair out of his ponytail, and he raised his arms up and began rearranging it. "Not every animal has had a happy life, Bon. This one died in a plastic bag, in a garbage can."

The thought made Hisoka wince. The kitten poked its head out from the shelf, revealing bright green eyes. "What will happen to it?"

"I'll go to an animal shelter and get adopted, sooner or later." Watari's hair went back into its ponytail, apparently through sheer force of will. "After a while, it'll be ready to move on." 003 flew up in the kitten's sight, and it batted at her. "It's pretty skittish, as you saw. It'll take someone patient, and probably some quiet surroundings." Watari lifted an eyebrow. "You wouldn't--"

"I don't want a pet."

"It wouldn't be for long," Watari said. "And you get a subsidy for basics."

"Tatsumi should take it, then."

"He does better with dogs-- too much of a cat himself."

The kitten pounced at 003, almost falling off the shelf and dislodging several dusty olive green notebooks in the process. The cover of one read 1979. Watari dodged them and said, "if you could just give me a hand--"

"Right."

The kitten was focused on the hunt now, but there was still some anxiety in its emotions.

Watari grabbed a blanket. "Just help me get it in this direction and-- 003, try to keep it in one place!"

003 hooted indignantly and zoomed in by Watari's shoulder; Watari tossed the blanket over both animals. "Grab the cat, please-- if you do it with the blanket, you won't get scratched."

Hisoka focused on the cat-- frantic motion, anger, panic-- and picked it up. It spat and hissed at him once he'd freed its head from the blanket. "It's okay," he said. "It's okay, you're safe."

It wasn't convinced. He shifted his grip and stroked the top of its head gingerly. "It's okay," he repeated, and the hissing stopped.

Approaching carefully, Watari slipped something slimy into the hand on the blanket. "It'll like that."

Hisoka shifted the kitten's weight and gave it the treat-- "Liver?"

"Yep."

The cat licked the juices off Hisoka's fingers eagerly, and Hisoka could feel the anxiety ease.

"Excellent," Watari said quietly. "Maybe I can take a look at it now."


It took a good deal of patience and several more generous helpings of liver (for both the kitten and 003, who was still nursing her wounded dignity at being a kitty toy), but the kitten settled down enough for Watari's gentle examination.

Hisoka could feel how much touched soothed the little animal, how his voice calmed the kitten as long as he kept it low and steady. "You're a good kitty," he found himself saying, "just let Watari-sensei take care of you...."

"Well," Watari said finally, peeling his rubber gloves off, "she's a female, and she's in good shape-- looks like she suffocated, rather than starving to death, which is no less pleasant but a little easier to work with when they come to the afterlife-- less long-term trauma. She's weaned as well, which is a plus." Watari reached out, and the kitten let him ruffle her fur. She tilted her chin up so he could rub at her jawbone, and Hisoka felt her simple pleasure at being touched.

"How long will she wait in the shelter?"

"It's just like a shelter in the living world, Bon. It all depends on--" Watari looked down. "You're just a sweetheart, aren't you? Too bad I have so many birds."

"So...does it normally take long for an animal to be ready? To move on?"

"Not usually," Watari said brightly. "It all depends. But I think all she'll need is a little kindness...."

Tsuzuki came bursting into the door. "That kitten is so cute!" he said brightly, moving too quickly, his voice too loud. "Can I hold it?"

The kitten shrank into Hisoka's arms, frightened again.

"Knock it off," Hisoka snapped. "Can't you see she's scared?"

"Oh," Tsuzuki said, withdrawing as quickly as he'd approached. "Sorry."

"If you'd just pay attention--"

Watari touched his shoulder. "You'll need to give her back to me, Bon."

"I--" It would be loud and chaotic in the shelter, noise and angry animals, and she'd get frightened again.... "How...how does the stipend work?"

"It's actually pretty generous," Watari said, entirely too enthusiastically. "Tatsumi has all the details. Bon, you'll be perfect for her."

"Are you really going to take her?" asked Tsuzuki, excitement bleeding into Hisoka. "That would be so neat!"

"I guess I could take her for a little while. Until she's a little more used to people."

"Good luck with you around," Tsuzuki said, and Hisoka glared at him.

"She must have been cared for at some point," Watari babbled, "because she knows how to hunt and she used the litter in her crate. So that'll make it easier."

Hisoka hadn't even thought about litter.

"What will you name her?" Watari asked.

"Does she need a name?"

Tsuzuki and Watari stared at him.

"It'll help her form an identity," Watari said finally, "and help her move on sooner."

So says the man who numbered all his birds, thought Hisoka wryly. But then again, most of Watari's animals were still living in his lab.

Bored with petting, the kitten tried to jump down from his arms and got entangled in the towel.

"Idiot," Hisoka said affectionately, and let her down.

"You could call her 'Baka,' I suppose," Watari said thoughtfully, "but then how would she know when you were actually talking to Tsuzuki?"

Tsuzuki hit him on the arm, and Watari yelped in protest. Hisoka rolled his eyes and watched the kitten dart off after a stray feather on the floor.


"So what will you name her?" Tatsumi asked cheerfully, as he handed Hisoka a requisition form. The secretary had been unexpectedly enthusiastic about Hisoka's adopting the animal, explaining that he had done the same for a good number of animals during his tenure at the Shokan division and that the compensation was more than adequate. Tatsumi's pride in his accomplishment was in his voice and his emotions-- someone I could save, Hisoka picked up. Someone I could help.

"I'm not sure," Hisoka said. "I was thinking something simple, like 'Cat'--"

"Oh, no, you need something to set it apart," Tatsumi said firmly. "It's much easier over the long term."

Long term; another thing Hisoka hadn't considered.


For the next two days, Hisoka was overwhelmed with name suggestions. Hisoka still thought "Cat" was a pretty good idea, but he realized quickly the others would never shut up about it if he did that.

Tatsumi had, after far more thought than Hisoka ever thought could be expended on a pet name, suggested Queequeg, but Watari had hotly vetoed it based on some fictional dog's fictional fate in a television show Hisoka had always thought stupid. Watari himself had cracked open War and Peace and declared the kitten's name should be Princess Maria Bolkonskya, which the rest of the office had soundly rejected as needlessly complicated and difficult to pronounce. Tsuzuki, who the kitten still hadn't warmed to, was torn between "Sweetie" and "Princess," while Wakaba had a fews simple, practical suggestions. Terazuma's only offering had been "Raskolnikov."

The kitten didn't seem to mind being nameless, though, and didn't mind staying in his apartment most of the day; she didn't show any inclination to go outside at all, and hadn't even had much interest, once she had the apartment to explore, in cuddling or affection.

On the second night, though, he was sitting on his futon reading when the kitten jumped up into his lap, purring. He patted it absentmindedly, and the kitten pushed her face into his palm, rubbing her jaw on his fingers.

Hisoka adjusted the book and stroked her, feeling her relief and pleasure wash through him. He smiled and put the book down completely.

When she fell asleep, he picked it up again, and turned to a section he remembered: The cat who lived in the palace had been awarded the headdress of nobility and was called Lady Myobu. She was a very pretty cat, and His Majesty saw to it that she was treated with the greatest care.


The next morning, there was a sign at Hisoka's desk:

The kitten's name is Lady Myobu.

It's a fine name.

Don't you have any work to do?


Tsuzuki smiled at him over his cream puff, and Hisoka pretended not to notice the way he licked the cream off his fingers.


On his day off, he managed to persuade the kitten into the harness he'd bought, and they went out for a walk.

The weather was warm and sunny, and once Lady Myobu was out of the house and in the fresh air she enjoyed herself quite a bit. They walked by the park, and Hisoka heard a familiar voice.

"Heel," Tatsumi commanded, and Hisoka turned to see the secretary walking briskly with a good-sized Golden Retriever just behind him.

"Does everyone end up with a pet?" Hisoka asked incredulously.

Tatsumi smiled at him.


As the month wore on, more and more of Hisoka's co-workers took in temporary pets; Terazuma even took in a ferret for a few days.

"Why haven't you taken one in?" Hisoka asked Tsuzuki.

Tsuzuki's smile was wry, but he wouldn't meet Hisoka's eyes. "Don't you know I have trouble letting go?"


Hisoka dreamt that night of Tsuzuki, not letting go; of hands on Hisoka's waist and Tsuzuki's body and the kind of long, deep kisses he didn't use to admit dreaming about, the kind that would make him shudder in the morning from need and lust and half-remembered revulsion. It had taken years to get himself back to where he'd been before he'd died, before the memories had come back.

He woke up at three with his hand on his dick and he closed his eyes and let himself want, let himself think about Tsuzuki's oversized hands and pretty face, about that broad back underneath--

oh--

That was better. That felt...pretty nice.

He cleaned up and went back to sleep.


That morning, he dreamt of butterflies, just outside his field of vision; shining, glittering things, and he reached out a paw to catch them, but they were just beyond his reach--

He woke up, startled, and looked around.

Lady Myobu was sleeping contentedly next to him.

"Of course," he said, and shook his head.


The next morning, there was a case, and he and Tsuzuki were gone for the next few days. Watari fed Lady Myobu, but she was still agitated and angry when Hisoka returned, racing around the apartment and unsettling them both.

"She's angry because I've been gone," he told Tsuzuki that night over the phone. "Dumb cat."

"She must've been lonely without you," Tsuzuki said, and Hisoka could hear the reproach in his voice.

"I'm not home with her that much."

"I know," Tsuzuki said. "But she's used to things the way you have them. So when things change...."

Hisoka didn't need his empathy to understand that. Jealous of a cat, he thought. How stupid.

Tsuzuki was still rambling. "Tsuzuki," he said sharply.

"Yes?"

"...do you want to come over and have dinner tomorrow?"

Well, that was a stupid thing to say. Tsuzuki would either say no or offer to bring food. "I'll cook," he said, preemptively. "If you want you can bring something for dessert." He bit the inside of his lip.

"I-- yeah, I'll come," Tsuzuki said. "After work? I can help--"

"I-- have to run some errands," Hisoka said quickly. "Why don't you just come around eight?"

"Sure," Tsuzuki said.

Hisoka's heart was pounding when he hung up the phone. Which was also stupid.


It was even stupider that he was nervous the next night. He'd had Tsuzuki over at his house a hundred times. It wasn't anything different.

....except it was. And he knew it. He could feel it in his own body, the itch of desire, a weird, unexpected nervousness.

Tsuzuki showed up at a quarter past eight with a cake from the corner market and a bouquet of bedraggled tulips. "I thought they'd be pretty," he said apologetically.

"Thank you," Hisoka said. "They'll probably perk up in water."

As their hands touched, he felt Tsuzuki's lips on his cheek, warm hands on his back-- but then Tsuzuki was shut down again, and the thought was gone.

The kitten woke up from her nap and came over toward the end of the meal, rubbing against Hisoka's leg. Hisoka reached down absent-mindedly and stroked her head.

When he looked back up, Tsuzuki was watching her with entirely too much calculation.

"Don't even think about feeding her anything," Hisoka warned, and Tsuzuki's face fell. "She'll warm up to you. Just stop coming onto her so strong. She's shy."

Tsuzuki nodded. "Thanks for cooking, Hisoka. It's really good."

Tsuzuki was so easily impressed it was laughable, but Hisoka felt his face heating anyway. Stupid body that blushed at anything. "It's a simple enough recipe--"

"My recipes never come out like this. Don't sell yourself short."

Tsuzuki had stopped eating a while ago. "Do you want some cake?"

"Oh, yes!" Tsuzuki said brightly.

Hisoka cut a big piece for Tsuzuki and a small one for himself-- after years of working together, a meal with Tsuzuki didn't feel right without something sweet. The kitten was at her water dish when he turned around, and Tsuzuki was watching her sadly.

"She'll warm up to you," Hisoka repeated, putting the plates down.


After dessert, Tsuzuki helped him with the dishes, and they watched a movie. Tsuzuki fell asleep halfway through, and Lady Myobu jumped up in his lap.

"Now you come see him," Hisoka chided gently, and reached over to stroke the kitten's head.

Drowsy happiness settled over him, and he finished the movie leaning into Tsuzuki-- so close, so warm, and calm for once-- and petting Lady Myobu.

He shut the movie off and thought about staying there, trying to fall asleep, maybe pulling one of Tsuzuki's arms around him....

And then he'd wake up with the hard-on of his life and he'd be embarrassed and Tsuzuki would be guilty and confused-- and....

Hisoka got up. He got a blanket out of the cupboard and covered as much of Tsuzuki as he could without suffocating Lady Myobu.

He undressed and went to bed.

The second the light was off, he thought about getting back up. About walking back out to the couch, climbing into Tsuzuki's lap.

Tsuzuki would be a little lost when he woke up, but Hisoka would kiss him, touch him, grind down into his body--

He bit his lip. He didn't want to do this, not with Tsuzuki in the next room, but Tsuzuki was in the next room--

One stroke, two, and he was coming.

He cleaned up and fell asleep.


Urgent-- something-- important-- wake up--

Something-- in his face?

Lady Myobu was batting at him, claws in.

There was a light on outside the bedroom.

Tsuzuki--


Tsuzuki was putting his suit jacket back on when Hisoka came out into the living room. "Sorry I fell asleep."

"It's okay...what time is it?"

Tsuzuki glanced at his watch. "Three am. I guess--"

"Why don't you just stay?" The words felt like they were stuck in his throat. Or maybe that was his heart.

Tsuzuki's eyes widened just a little and he looked at Hisoka and Hisoka suddenly realized he was standing in the light in nothing but his boxers, and damn it, he probably looked twelve except he was hard again and--

"I should go home," Tsuzuki said, resolutely staring at his face, putting off so much arousaldenialfear Hisoka was having trouble just being as close as he was, and--

And--

And was this really going to be the rest of their existence? This wanting and dancing around and--

"I had a boyfriend," Hisoka blurted out. "In the hospital. I'm not-- it wasn't. Not just him. I'm not-- do I really look that young? Couldn't you--"

"Hisoka--" Tsuzuki moved forward and that was-- damn it--

"If you don't think I'm old enough, just stop wanting me!" Hisoka snapped.

"No," Tsuzuki said, "I--"

It was hurting to be this close to Tsuzuki now, and he still wanted him too. Damn it.

"I can't stop," Tsuzuki whispered to the floor. "I-- I tried-- I don't-- I can't hurt you, I don't ever want to hurt you, and I can't stop and I--"

Hisoka moved closer and grabbed Tsuzuki's arm. "I had a boyfriend, Tsuzuki. I'm not--"

The memories hit him hard; Muraki's leers and his big, dangerous hands; countless men and women, touching, wanting, never seeing him; the hospital--

God, the hospital--

can't move can't stop him, no, no, no--

The pain and fear and panic and shame still sharp--

"Tsuzuki," he said, as the anguish rolled through him. "Tsuzuki--" He pulled Tsuzuki into his arms, gritting his teeth. "Stop it. You won't hurt me. Not like that. And I won't hurt you. I won't."

"I--" The tension lightened, and Hisoka squeezed harder.

"You idiot," Hisoka said. "Don't you know you're nothing like them?"

Tsuzuki was shaking, but it was catharsis more than anger or self-hatred. Hisoka stroked his back.

"Come on," he said finally. "You're exhausted. Come on."

"...okay," Tsuzuki said.

Hisoka took his hand and led him into the bedroom, helped him with his jacket and shirt and-- after a moment's hesitation-- pants and belt, guiding Tsuzuki's hands with his own.

Tsuzuki was so warm, and so exhausted he carried Hisoka into sleep.


Hisoka woke up drowsy and content and aroused.

He knew even before he opened his eyes that Lady Myobu and Tsuzuki were both in bed, sleeping happily, and without dreams.

He was hungry and he needed a shower and he really needed to piss and he never wanted to get out of bed.

He leaned over and kissed Tsuzuki's forehead, and Tsuzuki smiled in his sleep.

Hisoka got up.


When the coffee had finished brewing, he put his book down and went back to check on Tsuzuki.

Tsuzuki was lying on his stomach playing with the kitten.

"You want some breakfast?"

Tsuzuki leaned over and smiled at him, lazy, happy, warm. "Yeah."

Hisoka walked over and kneeled on the bed, balancing his weight dangerously near Tsuzuki's thighs.

"Hisoka," Tsuzuki said softly, and his emotions were in better control this morning, and calmer, more rational, less guilty and pained.

"Don't think," Hisoka said. "I can't believe I'm saying that but--"

"But--"

"Don't," Hisoka repeated, and leaned in to kiss Tsuzuki.

And it was joy, and Tsuzuki's strong hands on his back and--

--and Lady Myobu was batting at his ankle.

"You're hungry," he said, breaking off the kiss.

"I can--"

"Not you," he said, scooping up the kitten in his arms. "Her. I'll feed her. You wait. And don't think."

"Yes, Kurosaki-sempai."

"Shut up."


Tsuzuki was sitting on the side of the bed looking at the sunlight when Hisoka came back in.

"You're thinking," he said. "I told you not to."

"I can't help it," Tsuzuki said.

Hisoka sat down next to him. "People have sex every day without getting hurt, you know. Even I did. Probably, right now, there are people having sex without anyone getting hurt." He took Tsuzuki's hand in his.

"I know," Tsuzuki said, and squeezed Hisoka's fingers. "Maybe...can we just touch each other?"

"Yeah," Hisoka said, relieved at the suggestion. "Yeah."

They kissed again. Tsuzuki's emotions were complicated-- always so complicated-- but there was pleasure and joy, and his desire felt warm and welcoming. Hisoka pulled him down on the bed, kissing, and Hisoka pulled off his robe.

"You smell good," Tsuzuki said, tracing a bare shoulder with his fingertips.

"You're gonna get wet," Hisoka said. "I didn't really--"

"I don't care," Tsuzuki said, pushing Hisoka's wet hair back and pulling him close. "Come here."

Hisoka slid a hand under Tsuzuki's t-shirt, feeling muscle and warm skin, the light hair covering his chest.

Tsuzuki shifted into him and Hisoka could feel his erection through his boxers.

It was electric where they were touching, and Hisoka had forgotten how good it felt, how real and alive it made things. He pushed Tsuzuki down and pulled his boxers to his thighs, and Tsuzuki was beautiful, and he knew this, had known this, but it had never seemed so real and immediate.

And Tsuzuki-- Tsuzuki thought he was beautiful too, slight hands gentle and more skilled than he'd expected, and Tsuzuki was grateful and wanting and--

He wasn't going to last, not at all--

Tsuzuki held his shoulders as he came, his back arching, gasping nonsense syllables that might have been a name or a word or something else entirely.

Tsuzuki stroked his back as he caught his breath, their bodies pressed together. "Hisoka."

Hisoka kissed him again and closed his eyes for a moment, just feeling. Tsuzuki was happy, a warm, glowing happiness that seemed to start in Hisoka's chest and spread throughout his body, but he was still hard, needy, aching.

Hisoka grabbed some tissues from his nightstand and cleaned them both, and Tsuzuki was right here, hard in his hand, warm, so beautiful, and Hisoka was picking up Tsuzuki's arousal, desire, need--

there was a moment, just a moment, of cherry blossoms and red moonlight, but Hisoka pushed it aside, demanded it pass--

And there was Tsuzuki, pulling his t-shirt off, and Hisoka took advantage of the distraction and dipped his head down before Tsuzuki could start thinking again.

And then Tsuzuki was moaning, his body vibrating with pleasure so long been so long so good so good and Tsuzuki was aching and needy and dying to come, Tsuzuki's hands on his body, careful, Hisoka's mouth so slicksoftwet, never dreamed Hisoka would-- Hisoka would want to--

God--

don't stop don't ever stop please please please--

Tsuzuki's thoughts too close, so close he could no longer separate his arousal from Tsuzuki's, and his jaw hurt and it wasn't easy to breathe and he couldn't wouldn't stop and--

Hisoka--

He was hard again, at least he thought he was, it was hard to tell with Tsuzuki's erection flooding his perception; too close, too close, he might lose himself completely if--

And then Tsuzuki was coming, and he was coughing and spluttering and-- damn, he was coming too, again, need to change the sheets oh God Tsuzuki--

"Hisoka?"

"Don't," Hisoka said, wiping his mouth. "If you start thinking again, I'll--"

"But...."

"It was good," Hisoka said stubbornly. "You liked it. I liked it. It didn't hurt. So stop."

This time Tsuzuki grabbed the tissues and cleaned them both off. "You're sure."

"Yes, Hisoka said. "Shut up."

Tsuzuki was feeling something like wonder. It was...pretty nice.

And he was hungry. Idiot.

"Had you started making--"

"Not yet," Hisoka said, and smacked at him with no real energy.

Tsuzuki held him. Hisoka felt absurdly small in his arms.


He woke to Lady Myobu pushing at his arm and the smell of something burning in the kitchen. He scooped the kitten up and walked into the kitchen.

Tsuzuki had dirtied three bowls and two frying pans making...soggy egg lumps. "I thought I'd try making omelettes for breakfast," he said.

"Oh," Hisoka said. Hisoka's kitchen was usually tidy, if not always spotless; there was a fairly new stainless steel stove that was now...sort of a dull grey. A filmy smoke hung in the air from the...frying.

"I know you told me to never use the kitchen again, but I was hungry and I wanted to--"

"It's all right," Hisoka said. "Why don't we go out to breakfast?"

Tsuzuki looked hopefully at the 'omelettes.'

"No," Hisoka said. "I'm not mad, but I'm not eating that." He walked up to the stove and wound his fingers into Tsuzuki's free hand. "C'mon. I'll even pay."


A week or so later, he saw Tatsumi again in the park, with a dark brown greyhound.

"How is she?" the secretary asked.

"Good."

"Watari-san believes that Kyou--" he nodded down at the dog-- "will be ready to move on in another week or so. He says there's a Chow puppy that might suit me."

"Good," Hisoka said. Lady Myobu rubbed against his ankles.

"I'm pleased that you and Lady Myobu are getting on so well."

"Watari-san...he says I can keep her. After she's ready. If...we both want to."

"Of course." Tatsumi smiled. "How do you think our scientist got his menagerie? Your subsidy will end, of course--"

"Of course," Hisoka said.

"I'm not surprised, I'll confess," Tatsumi said. "Kurosaki-kun--" He drew himself up a little sharply.

"Yes?"

For a moment, Tatsumi's eyes met his directly. "I'm pleased that the situation is working out."

"Yes," Hisoka said. "I am as well."

Tatsumi smiled and went on his way.

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OMG. I love you. Thank you so much. ^__^ This was exactly what I wanted when I suggested this challenge, and you've done so well with it! Wonderful, excellent job -- your characterization of Hisoka was excellent. ^_^ And I adore the idea of Hisoka having a boyfriend in the hospital -- makes his life a little less horrifying. (And if it's all right with you, I might borrow that idea for a fanfic later on~, perhaps about said boyfriend. ^.^)

Oh, but this was lovely. Excellent job with it~. Oddly, one of my favorite bits was this:

"Yes, Kurosaki-sempai."

"Shut up."


Because it was so totally them. And of course that sign about Lady Myobu's name -- adorable. ^_^ Please excuse me while I continue to love this story~.
Oh, thank you! My friendlist helped a lot, with kitten names and with the beta work. And yes, please gack Hisoka's boyfriend! Someone who had a lot of chronic pain as an adolescent and assured me, yes, you still are interested in sex, who really inspired that one.
Oh, thank you!
♥ Thank you so much!
Terazuma's only offering had been "Raskolnikov."

♥ Ah, that was my favorite line. So unhelpful, Hajime-chan
But they're detectives! And Hisoka likes Russian lit! Seems perfectly logical to him...XD
In my usual way, I am going to go back and reread, but before I begin harassing you with the theological implications of the Meifu shelter arrangement (which I'm still trying to wrap my brain around), I did want to say, this is perfectly delightful. And that I love the use of Tsuzuki's issues with hospitals: you're right that he must have them, and it's all too easy to forget that.

And, of course, all the little jokes.
What? It's their job to take care of all the souls, right? ;-)

But thank you very much.
I'd forgotten you were doing this one. So much love. ♥
♥ Thank you!
So lovely. I adore the image of Hisoka with a cat. The advice he gave to Tsuzuki about the kitten made such a subtle point about their own relationship. ...and the sex was great, of course!
Thank you!
Awww! This is the cutest fic. I love how you intertwined the two plotlines of the kitten (and hee! My name won! And here I thought for sure one you'd have picked one of the other, cuter ones.) and Hisoka and Tsuzuki's relationship.

Like someone else mentioned, I really like the idea of Hisoka having had a boyfriend in the hospital. I've never seen that before, but I just adore it. It's such a different take.

Greeeeeeat story.
Thank you! Hisoka. Cute. Do you see these words going together? Can you see Hisoka allowing it? XD

As I said, the boyfriend was really someone else's fault (but it sure helps to cut through the Muraki trauma for him to have had some positive experiences with sex).
Oh my God. *flails with love*
A) KITTY for Hisoka
B) Sei Shonagon reference (of my favorite passage no less)
C) Mulder/Scully references (YES. I LOVE YOU, TOTAL STRANGER COOL WRITER PERSON)
D) did I mention KITTY?
E) Tatsumi/Hisoka of love and doom and love and sex
F) KITTTYYYYYYYY

I'm not sure I'm 100% on the idea of Hisoka having a boyfriend in the hospital, but it didn't throw me out of the story enough that I didn't thoroughly enjoy it. Thank you so much! I have to pimp this at people now.
Whee! ♥ Thank you!

The boyfriend thing was a gamble, and I'm glad it wasn't too much for you.
Cute! I loved the shelter concept. Hisoka with a kitten just fits so perfectly. And I know it's not the main focus, but I love Tatsumi's role in this fic, and his ability to save something. &hearts Tatsumi

(I also just realized I have not YnM icon - must remedy this situation immediately)
Tatsumi's so sad. I can totally see him being the perfect doggy daddy.
I have a deep, abiding weakness for kitten fluff. Your Hisoka is pretty dead on too.
Thank you very much! This is the first Tsusoka I've posted so that means a lot.
kitty!
Kitty! Hisoka was Doomed By Cute.
That was absolutely lovely in every way. Seriously.
Thank you very much. :)
Lovely! Kittens make the world go round. And Tsuzuki always makes me sniffle, and I'm so pleased he and Hisoka (and the kitten) get to live snarkily happily ever after!
Thank you! Thank God for Hisoka or we'd all be ded of cute.
Thank you! Tsuzuki tries to stop thinking so much you'd think he'd be better at it. XD
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