A typical day for Hisoka in Meifu. Takes place awhile after the Kyoto Arc. Yami no Matsuei and it's characters does not belong to me, I'm just kidnapping them for awhile. Shhh. Um.. slight angst and humor?

There's always tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow...

8:25 AM

Upon entering the office, he glanced around the room only to noticed that he was the only one there. Chairs were empty and the room wasn't filled with the loud noise of voices. It was quiet and he liked it. If he could start the day without having thoughts that weren't his in his head, he was glad. Not happy. Just glad.

Thoughts can be so loud.

Not a minute had passed when a ball of crumbled up paper hit him square in the face before dropping to the floor. Glancing down at it briefly, he looked up to see Terazuma standing in the hallway with a guilty look on his face.

Terazuma coughed as he said from behind his hand. "Sorry, was aiming for the waste basket."

He only grunted and made his way towards his desk.

At least it wasn't Tsuzuki rushing to glomp him.

9:10 AM

The weather in Meifu could be just as unpredictable as it is in the living world. It'd started raining outside. Mist covered the windows as rain pelted against the glass like bullets trying to shot down a tree.

The bleak grey skies with no sunlight shining through. The wind cold and icy, biting at your exposed skin. Rain was such a depressing weather for the living dead.

"Ohayou, Hisoka!"

Of course that didn't apply to all of the living dead. He turned his gaze from the window and looked over at his partner. How someone could be so cheerful all the time was beyond him. No one could be so happy and full of smiles if they had nothing to hide.

Most people say that eyes are the windows to the soul. This man had a wall behind that window.

Muttering a short hello, he looked back at the window.

Not that he cared about trying to find out more about this man. He knew enough about him, anyway. He was an idiot. What else was there that he needed to know?

9:12 AM

"Ne, Hisoka?"

He looked up from the book in his hands to see Tsuzuki leaning over his desk, his dark tie falling forward and touching the surface of his table. "What?"

"Oi! Tsuzuki!"

Watari.

Who else would call for Tsuzuki this early in the morning? Except Kachou that is. He paid them no heed as his partner smiled and walked over to the residential scientist. He brought his book back up and flipped to the next page. Watari was probably trying to get Tsuzuki to drink another one of his potions. Someone really needed to tell Watari to stop with his experiments.

A person, living or dead, could only drink so many formulas before they went crazy.

His hands were cold. He glanced back at the window. Perhaps a cup of tea could warm him up.

9:16 AM

Turning away from Watari, Tsuzuki blinked when he found his partner's chair empty.

He frowned as he whispered quietly. "Hisoka?"

10:12 AM

He guessed it was true what people said. Rainy days does seem longer then others. Bringing the cup to his lips, he took a small sip before placing it back on the table. Perhaps it was because it lacked the sunlight that everything was so dependant on. Without the sun, no one could tell the time.

Standing up and reaching for his cup, he walked over towards the window of the break room and leaned against the wall.

As depressing as the rain was, it was rather peaceful.

Taking another drink of his tea, he wondered if there were any cases today.

10:46 AM

Tsuzuki had been pouting at him for the pass 24 minutes. Of course, he ignored him as it was his way to ignore anyone who annoyed him. Tsuzuki seems to be the first place winner in that category. But back to the current situation. The older man had his elbows on the table and was jutting his lower lip out as far as he could.

It was a good thing he had his book with him. Tsuzuki's pouting puppy dog looks have seem to be getting to him quite easily these days. He must be going soft.

Throwing a glare at the man before him, he looked back down at the words on the pages, reading them quietly in his head.

On the other side of pain, is more pain.

11:25 AM

"Hisoka."

Silence came from the teen sitting on the chair.

He pouted more. "Hisokaaaa."

"Tsuzuki-san." Came Tatsumi's voice from behind him.

Looking up, he smiled and stood up, turning around so that he faced the other man. "Hai, Tatsumi?"

The brown haired shinigami twitched before holding up a lovely yellow piece of paper. Another bill. He pale slightly and smiled cheekily at his friend. "A-anou. That..."

"This, Tsuzuki-san, is a bill from one of the Okura Fukuoka restaurants. A FIVE STAR hotel, Tsuzuki-san."

He glanced up from his book. It was pretty amusing to see the veins jutting out of Tatsumi's face like that. He looked back at his book, nodding slightly in affirmation that his partner was the biggest idiot in Meifu as Tatsumi started to lecture Tsuzuki before him.

"I told you, $30 a day!"

A sniffle. "But Tatsumiiiii---"

"SHUT UP YOU BOTTOMLESS PIT!"

He sighed. It wasn't even noon yet.

12:00 PM

"Hisoka?"

It really was too much of him to asked to be left alone today. He sighed inwardly. Closing his book, he finally acknowledged his partner. "What?"

Tsuzuki beamed at him. "It's noon, how about lunch?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you already eat?"

Tsuzuki gave him a sheepish look. "I guess it wouldn't work if I'd said 'I'm a growing boy', would it?"

At least Tsuzuki hadn't used him in that excuse. He was forever stuck as a 16 year old. Forever known as 'a growing boy'. Annoying as it was, no one really cared about his size, so he wasn't really angry.

More like annoyed.

"Tatsumi-san is right. You are a bottomless pit!"

Tsuzuki instantly sniffled and turned puppy like on him. "HOW MEAN, HISOKA!" He cried, large drops of tears hanging from his eyelashes.

"I'm not hungry."

The tears were gone, but the tail, ears and paws stayed put. "What do you mean not hungry? Look at you! You're not eating enough!"

He glared. "I eat enough to be full. I don't keep on going like some people I'd like to mention."

Another sniffle. "You're as bad as Tatsumi."

He snorted.

12:10 PM

"Naa, Hisoka?"

"What?"

A quiet sigh made him raise his head. It was rare for Tsuzuki to be serious when it didn't involve a case. After what'd happened in Kyoto, he made sure he'd paid attention each time a soft sigh escaped his partner's lips. "What is it?"

"Do you think it'll stop raining soon?"

So the rain does affect him. He closed his eyes, then opened them again as he looked out the windows. He hated the rain. It reminded him of teardrops.

"I don't know."

1:46 PM

Tsuzuki was currently sitting in a chair in front of his desk, the back of his head facing him as the older man proceeded to throw crumbled up balls of paper into the waste basket. Slow day, indeed. There were no new cases and it was still raining outside.

Throwing another miss at the waste basket, Tsuzuki let his head fall backwards as he looked at Hisoka's book.

"Are you going to read all day?" He muttered.

"Un."

2:20 PM

"OI! TSUZUKI!" Watari's voice rang out as the blonde haired shinigami burst through the door. "There you are!"

Sitting up in his chair, Tsuzuki blinked as the other man walked over to him. "Eh? What is it, Watari?"

"THIS!" The blonde exclaimed, shoving a cup full of warm liquid at the violet eyed shinigami.

"Eh..." Tsuzuki started as he gazed into the green cup. "What is it?"

"This, Tsuzuki, is IT! This is what I've been spending all my time on!" Watari stated as he sniffed and wiped his eyes dramatically. He started to chuckle and then laughed, causing his ever faithful owl to move from it's place on his shoulder to a more sane and safe spot next to Hisoka. "This is the first sex change potion in history!! AAahahahaaha!"

Tsuzuki's eyes glazed over in wonder. "Sex... sex change potion?"

"Yes!"

Rolling his eyes at them from behind his book, Hisoka muttered to himself. "Idiots."

"Now, all I need is a test sub-er a volunteer." Watari pointedly stared at Tsuzuki.

"Me?"

"Tsuzuki! What a good friend you are!" Watari said, smiling cheerfully as he shoved the cup into Tsuzuki's hands.

"What?! B-but--!"

Watari clasped his hands together and stared at Tsuzuki in pure wonder. "Just think, Tsuzuki! You'll be the first man to turn into a woman! You'll be famous!"

"R-really?"

...and fish sticks-- Looking up from his book, Hisoka stared at them. Rolling his eyes once again, he went back to his book. --is all, thank you.

"Would I ever trick you, Tsuzuki?"

"Well--"

"All right!" Watari beamed, pushing the cup towards Tsuzuki's mouth. "Now open up!"

"Bu-but-wait!"

The cup fell from their hands, the contents spilled out of it and over Tsuzuki's shoulder.

2:30 PM

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY HAIR!!"

3:26 PM

The rain was heard loud and clear in the silent room. Watari and Tsuzuki were huddled in one corner, a chair placed protectively in front of them as they looked at Tatsumi.

Hisoka was currently asking the same question over and over again in his mind. Why did he choose to stay Tsuzuki's partner?

Tatsumi coughed, pushed his glasses up and raised an eyebrow. He looked over at the teen.

"Kurosaki-kun." He said, then paused.

Hisoka glared. Watari and Tsuzuki huddled closer.

"What happened to your hair?"

4:15 PM

He could hear Tsuzuki sniffing from where he was sitting next to Wakaba. He didn't care though, using all his strength to glare a hole right through Tsuzuki's head. Tsuzuki looked at him, saw his glare and winced, then went back to hiding his face. Wakaba sighed gently and rubbed his back.

"It's okay, Tsuzuki-chan. I'm sure Hisoka-kun doesn't really hate you."

"But he's glaring! That means he doesn't want me in the same room!" Tsuzuki whined.

Watari chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his head. "I'm sure it's not permanent, Bon."

A glare from Hisoka made him decide that he shouldn't be talking at the moment. Terazuma snorted as he looked over at them. "Idiots." He then glanced at Hisoka and chuckled.

"At least now your hair matches your eyes."

Hisoka glared at him and reached out to touch him.

4:35 PM

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! I'M SORRY!!"

5:36 PM

He sighed. "Are you still sitting there?"

Tsuzuki was currently sitting in front of the door, refusing to let him go home until he was forgiven by Hisoka. "I'm not getting up until you forgive me."

He rubbed his face with his hand. "Fine. You're forgiven."

"You don't mean it."

True. But he was tired and all he wanted to do right at that instant was to go home and rest. But due to the current problem, he was still standing in the office with his hair problem and his partner refuses to move.

Today was not a good day for him.

Letting out another breath, he looked at Tsuzuki. "You're forgiven."

A moment passed as the older man looked at him as if he was trying to see if he'd spoken it truthfully. He smiled suddenly at Hisoka.

"Terazuma is right you know. Your hair does match with your eyes."

He twitched.

5:40 PM

"KONO BAKA!"

"HIDOOOIII!!"

6:50 PM

He was soaked by the time he'd gotten home. Slipping out of his shoes and into his house slippers, he made a beeline towards his bedroom. He didn't bother turning on the lights as he made his way through the house. He'd remember his way well enough anyway.

Opening the door to his bedroom, he threw his drenched jacket into the dresser and looked into the mirror with the room still pitch black.

Even without the light, he could see the color of his hair. Even if he was annoyed by the sudden change in color, Terazuma had been right. His hair did match with his eyes. He closed his eyes for awhile, just to enjoy the quietness of his house.

Upon opening them again, he saw a small yellow stick it note littering the bottom right corner of the mirror. Reaching out and picking one up, he brought it up closer so he could read the words written over and over on it.

I tried to smile today. I'll do it tomorrow.

He sighed and placed it back down, picking up a clean new piece and the pen laying next to it. He wrote the same thing on it. I tried to smile today. I'll do it tomorrow.

Pulling it free from the packet, he placed it along with the other ones, piling them all up in that one corner.

He looked back at the mirror.

It was still raining outside.

But what is today, but yesterday's tomorrow?