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Adult +
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14
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9,392
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43
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chapter 8
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these beautiful characters. They all belong to one Yoko Matsushita.
AN: Sorry again about taking so long to get this chapter out. I’ve been really stressed out at work lately and unfortunately that stress seeped into my personal life, including my writing. I greatly appreciate all the reviews I’m getting for my fic and I just hope no has lost interest. Enjoy the story!
Amethyst-eyed Koneko, I was wondering what happened to you! I haven't seen your name around that much in the YnM fandom. I'm so glad that you're still around :)
A big thanks to Ceara Corey for beta checking my fic.
Chapter 8
The air was thick from tension in the harem and Hisoka felt as if it might soon suffocate him. It had been two days since the incident and the harem had changed dramatically. The once cozy presence of the place was replaced by a chill that reminded him of his room in his parents’ house. It was his fault that Tsuzuki was upset. The memory of Tsuzuki’s hurt face made his stomach turn, but he couldn’t tell the man that. No, he had always kept things bottled up. There was no way he was going to change that. Un uh, no way.
Maybe.
Dipping his hand into the pool’s water and pulling back, Hisoka watched the water glide through his fingers. Maybe. If he told him, would Tsuzuki forgive him? He seemed like the type of man who would forgive and forget. No, strike out the maybe. There was no doubt that the purple-eyed lord would be sympathetic.
Hisoka looked up at the sound of the door swinging open. Nagi and Maria came in and walked past him, completely ignoring him. They made no attempt at shielding, and the empath was showered with dense coldness. A shivering jolt ran down his back, and the wheat-haired boy shuddered. If the harem boys and girls continued not shielding, he wasn’t sure how long he would last. Hisoka’s mental walls were not strong since he was never trained how to block. He turned around and kept his eyes on the water.
“Is Tsuzuki coming to the baths?” Hisoka heard Azumi ask as he joined Nagi and Maria.
“No,” Maria said with a touch of sadness. “He said he wants to be left alone.”
Hisoka could suddenly feel three pairs of eyes bore into his back, emotions unrelenting.
“Well,” Nagi said, “we might as well get in the bath. Maybe Tsuzuki will change his mind and join us.”
The others agreed. Hisoka kept his back turned as he heard the trio walk away and the door closed again. That’s it. He decided he was going to talk to Tsuzuki and straighten out everything. Hisoka quickly stood up and immediately regretted it. Dizziness washed over him as he felt a powerful headache come on. He hadn’t realized the toll the others’ emotions had on his empathy. I should take a nap before seeing Tsuzuki. I can’t go to him like this, Hisoka thought as he stumbled his way up to his room.
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Watari had watched his oldest friend paced back and forth in the master bedroom for the past hour.
“Uh, Tsuzuki, you’re going to wear a hole in the ground if you keep doing that,” Watari said.
Tsuzuki ignored him, his mind preoccupied with a certain golden-haired boy.
“Look, Tsuzuki,” Watari tried again. “Don’t you think you should go talk to Hisoka? I mean, honestly, does his reaction surprise you? I don’t know anything about his past, but I think it’s obvious that it was pretty traumatic.”
Tsuzuki paused. “I know. That’s why I want Hisoka to come to me first. He needs to sort out his feelings.”
Watari wanted to pull out his hair. “You think avoiding the kid will make this matter better? The others in the harem are giving him a hard time, and you know how they can get when it comes to you. I don’t know if the kid will be able to handle them by himself.”
Tsuzuki clenched his fists. “Watari, this is between Hisoka and me. I’ll deal with this my way.”
Watari was about to open his mouth to argue when there was a knock at the door and Tatsumi walked in.
“Oh, good, Tatsumi, you’re here. Maybe you can talk some sense into Tsuzuki,” Watari said, thrilled that the level-headed one was finally here.
Tatsumi pushed up his glasses. “In regards to what?”
“Hisoka, of course! Don’t you think Tsuzuki should talk to Hisoka instead of letting the problem fester? “
Tatsumi sighed. “I think this is Tsuzuki’s business and we should leave him alone.”
Watari glared at him while Tsuzuki sighed in relief.
“Thanks, Tatsumi.”
“Think nothing of it, Tsuzuki. However, you may want to see the chef. He’s having a fit since you haven’t discussed tonight’s dinner menu with him yet.”
Tsuzuki nodded. “I need to change. Tatsumi, if you would, please tell the chef I’ll be there to see him shortly?”
“Of course,” Tatsumi left Tsuzuki’s room, followed by Watari.
“Hey, Tatsumi, how could you do that?” Watari asked angrily.
Tatsumi stopped and turned to look at the long-haired man. “If you’re referring to the problem with Hisoka, it is a private affair that has nothing to do with either of us.”
“That’s a bunch of crap and you know it,” Watari said.
“Excuse me?”
“It’s pretty clear that Tsuzuki is falling for the kid.”
Tatsumi stood silent.
“And,” Watari continued, “you can’t stand it.”
“That’s not true,” Tatsumi began.
“At least on an unconscious level,” Watari interrupted. “I know you would never intentionally hurt Tsuzuki, but allowing him to continue down this path will cause him nothing but grief.”
“I don’t agree with that,” Tatsumi informed him. “Tsuzuki is a grown man, and he can make his own decisions.”
“You blew your chance to be with him a long time ago, Tatsumi,” Watari said quietly. “You both moved on, but you’re too stubborn to realize that.”
Tatsumi paled. “I need to inform the chef that Tsuzuki’s coming to see him.”
Watari watched him disappear around the corridor. That didn’t go too well.
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Green eyes blinked sleepily and long white arms stretched lazily like a cat waking up from a nap in the sun. Hisoka sat up on his bed, feeling a bit refreshed. The headache and dizziness were gone. A nervous jolt hit his stomach then; he needed to see Tsuzuki and he was more scared about it than he’d like to admit. The piece of jewelry wrapped around his ankle decreed that he belonged to Tsuzuki only, but no one explained what happened if the master decided he no longer wanted his harem boy or girl.
No, Tsuzuki wouldn’t abandon me or throw me out. If he intended to do that, then he would have already done it, Hisoka told himself. Jumping out of bed, Hisoka took a quick look in the mirror to make sure he looked presentable before leaving the harem.
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Tsuzuki sighed as he listened to the chef ranting on how dinner won’t be ready in time to be served at 6:00.
“It’s all right,” Tsuzuki soothed the chef. “Dinner will be served at 7:00 instead.”
The chef calmed down a little.
“My lord!” a voice squealed. Tsuzuki turned around, and saw a maid running towards him. She looked out of breath.
“What is it?” Tsuzuki asked alarmed.
“The Baron Tanaka is here!”
“What? He’s not supposed to be here till tomorrow,” Tsuzuki said.
“I know, sire. He said that he was in the region and decided to stop by here today instead!”
“It’s all right. Where is he now?”
“He’s in the tea room,” the maid informed him.
“Okay. Could you please make us some macha green tea?” (1) Tsuzuki asked.
“Of course, sir!” the maid beamed.
Tsuzuki quickly headed towards the tea room and knocked into someone, sending them sprawling to the ground.
“I’m sorry,” Tsuzuki cried. He extended his hand to help the person up and was surprised to see green eyes flashing at him.
“Hisoka?” Tsuzuki helped the boy up.
“Tsuzuki, I—“
“I can’t talk to you now, Hisoka,” Tsuzuki sprinted away without giving him so much as a glance.
A hollow feeling filled the empathic boy. Hisoka walked back to the harem, his legs felt like lead. He’d thought that Tsuzuki would be thrilled to see him, or at least that’s what the narcissistic side of him believed. Who was he trying to kid? He really was just a child.
No! I won’t feel sorry for myself! Hisoka thought determinedly. I’ll survive this. I always survive.
“There you are,” Hisae called out, coming from behind him.
Hisoka looked at her in surprise.
“Your dance lesson was supposed to start ten minutes ago. Let’s get you dressed”
“You’re talking to me--.”
“You’re not forgiven,” Hisae quickly said. “But that doesn’t mean your lessons have stopped. This is all for Tsuzuki. Don’t forget that.”
Hisoka’s head drooped down in defeat.
The lesson so far was turning out to be the worst. While Hisae had put her shields up (just for the lesson, apparently), the others hadn’t. Being in a different room couldn’t save Hisoka’s empathy from all the negativity as he tried to listen to Hisae’s directions.
“Keep your pelvis above your feet,” Hisae barked.
Hisoka dropped to his knees, his headache returning in full force. “Sorry, I can—can’t.”
Hisae’s face softened. “Class is over for the day, but I’ll work you extra hard tomorrow!”
“Thank you,” Hisoka gasped out.
After showering, Hisoka wondered out into the main room and found the place empty. His head throbbed painfully, despite the others not being there. He quietly padded over to the pool and stared into the blue depths, trying to concentrate on it in an attempt to keep his mind off the headache.
So beautiful, Hisoka mused, especially the way the light reflects the water. It looks violet, like Tsuzuki’s eyes.
Hisoka felt his body sway softly, his mind clouding with nothingness. Hisoka’s eyes closed as he fell into the pool.
AN: Sorry again about taking so long to get this chapter out. I’ve been really stressed out at work lately and unfortunately that stress seeped into my personal life, including my writing. I greatly appreciate all the reviews I’m getting for my fic and I just hope no has lost interest. Enjoy the story!
Amethyst-eyed Koneko, I was wondering what happened to you! I haven't seen your name around that much in the YnM fandom. I'm so glad that you're still around :)
A big thanks to Ceara Corey for beta checking my fic.
Chapter 8
The air was thick from tension in the harem and Hisoka felt as if it might soon suffocate him. It had been two days since the incident and the harem had changed dramatically. The once cozy presence of the place was replaced by a chill that reminded him of his room in his parents’ house. It was his fault that Tsuzuki was upset. The memory of Tsuzuki’s hurt face made his stomach turn, but he couldn’t tell the man that. No, he had always kept things bottled up. There was no way he was going to change that. Un uh, no way.
Maybe.
Dipping his hand into the pool’s water and pulling back, Hisoka watched the water glide through his fingers. Maybe. If he told him, would Tsuzuki forgive him? He seemed like the type of man who would forgive and forget. No, strike out the maybe. There was no doubt that the purple-eyed lord would be sympathetic.
Hisoka looked up at the sound of the door swinging open. Nagi and Maria came in and walked past him, completely ignoring him. They made no attempt at shielding, and the empath was showered with dense coldness. A shivering jolt ran down his back, and the wheat-haired boy shuddered. If the harem boys and girls continued not shielding, he wasn’t sure how long he would last. Hisoka’s mental walls were not strong since he was never trained how to block. He turned around and kept his eyes on the water.
“Is Tsuzuki coming to the baths?” Hisoka heard Azumi ask as he joined Nagi and Maria.
“No,” Maria said with a touch of sadness. “He said he wants to be left alone.”
Hisoka could suddenly feel three pairs of eyes bore into his back, emotions unrelenting.
“Well,” Nagi said, “we might as well get in the bath. Maybe Tsuzuki will change his mind and join us.”
The others agreed. Hisoka kept his back turned as he heard the trio walk away and the door closed again. That’s it. He decided he was going to talk to Tsuzuki and straighten out everything. Hisoka quickly stood up and immediately regretted it. Dizziness washed over him as he felt a powerful headache come on. He hadn’t realized the toll the others’ emotions had on his empathy. I should take a nap before seeing Tsuzuki. I can’t go to him like this, Hisoka thought as he stumbled his way up to his room.
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Watari had watched his oldest friend paced back and forth in the master bedroom for the past hour.
“Uh, Tsuzuki, you’re going to wear a hole in the ground if you keep doing that,” Watari said.
Tsuzuki ignored him, his mind preoccupied with a certain golden-haired boy.
“Look, Tsuzuki,” Watari tried again. “Don’t you think you should go talk to Hisoka? I mean, honestly, does his reaction surprise you? I don’t know anything about his past, but I think it’s obvious that it was pretty traumatic.”
Tsuzuki paused. “I know. That’s why I want Hisoka to come to me first. He needs to sort out his feelings.”
Watari wanted to pull out his hair. “You think avoiding the kid will make this matter better? The others in the harem are giving him a hard time, and you know how they can get when it comes to you. I don’t know if the kid will be able to handle them by himself.”
Tsuzuki clenched his fists. “Watari, this is between Hisoka and me. I’ll deal with this my way.”
Watari was about to open his mouth to argue when there was a knock at the door and Tatsumi walked in.
“Oh, good, Tatsumi, you’re here. Maybe you can talk some sense into Tsuzuki,” Watari said, thrilled that the level-headed one was finally here.
Tatsumi pushed up his glasses. “In regards to what?”
“Hisoka, of course! Don’t you think Tsuzuki should talk to Hisoka instead of letting the problem fester? “
Tatsumi sighed. “I think this is Tsuzuki’s business and we should leave him alone.”
Watari glared at him while Tsuzuki sighed in relief.
“Thanks, Tatsumi.”
“Think nothing of it, Tsuzuki. However, you may want to see the chef. He’s having a fit since you haven’t discussed tonight’s dinner menu with him yet.”
Tsuzuki nodded. “I need to change. Tatsumi, if you would, please tell the chef I’ll be there to see him shortly?”
“Of course,” Tatsumi left Tsuzuki’s room, followed by Watari.
“Hey, Tatsumi, how could you do that?” Watari asked angrily.
Tatsumi stopped and turned to look at the long-haired man. “If you’re referring to the problem with Hisoka, it is a private affair that has nothing to do with either of us.”
“That’s a bunch of crap and you know it,” Watari said.
“Excuse me?”
“It’s pretty clear that Tsuzuki is falling for the kid.”
Tatsumi stood silent.
“And,” Watari continued, “you can’t stand it.”
“That’s not true,” Tatsumi began.
“At least on an unconscious level,” Watari interrupted. “I know you would never intentionally hurt Tsuzuki, but allowing him to continue down this path will cause him nothing but grief.”
“I don’t agree with that,” Tatsumi informed him. “Tsuzuki is a grown man, and he can make his own decisions.”
“You blew your chance to be with him a long time ago, Tatsumi,” Watari said quietly. “You both moved on, but you’re too stubborn to realize that.”
Tatsumi paled. “I need to inform the chef that Tsuzuki’s coming to see him.”
Watari watched him disappear around the corridor. That didn’t go too well.
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Green eyes blinked sleepily and long white arms stretched lazily like a cat waking up from a nap in the sun. Hisoka sat up on his bed, feeling a bit refreshed. The headache and dizziness were gone. A nervous jolt hit his stomach then; he needed to see Tsuzuki and he was more scared about it than he’d like to admit. The piece of jewelry wrapped around his ankle decreed that he belonged to Tsuzuki only, but no one explained what happened if the master decided he no longer wanted his harem boy or girl.
No, Tsuzuki wouldn’t abandon me or throw me out. If he intended to do that, then he would have already done it, Hisoka told himself. Jumping out of bed, Hisoka took a quick look in the mirror to make sure he looked presentable before leaving the harem.
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Tsuzuki sighed as he listened to the chef ranting on how dinner won’t be ready in time to be served at 6:00.
“It’s all right,” Tsuzuki soothed the chef. “Dinner will be served at 7:00 instead.”
The chef calmed down a little.
“My lord!” a voice squealed. Tsuzuki turned around, and saw a maid running towards him. She looked out of breath.
“What is it?” Tsuzuki asked alarmed.
“The Baron Tanaka is here!”
“What? He’s not supposed to be here till tomorrow,” Tsuzuki said.
“I know, sire. He said that he was in the region and decided to stop by here today instead!”
“It’s all right. Where is he now?”
“He’s in the tea room,” the maid informed him.
“Okay. Could you please make us some macha green tea?” (1) Tsuzuki asked.
“Of course, sir!” the maid beamed.
Tsuzuki quickly headed towards the tea room and knocked into someone, sending them sprawling to the ground.
“I’m sorry,” Tsuzuki cried. He extended his hand to help the person up and was surprised to see green eyes flashing at him.
“Hisoka?” Tsuzuki helped the boy up.
“Tsuzuki, I—“
“I can’t talk to you now, Hisoka,” Tsuzuki sprinted away without giving him so much as a glance.
A hollow feeling filled the empathic boy. Hisoka walked back to the harem, his legs felt like lead. He’d thought that Tsuzuki would be thrilled to see him, or at least that’s what the narcissistic side of him believed. Who was he trying to kid? He really was just a child.
No! I won’t feel sorry for myself! Hisoka thought determinedly. I’ll survive this. I always survive.
“There you are,” Hisae called out, coming from behind him.
Hisoka looked at her in surprise.
“Your dance lesson was supposed to start ten minutes ago. Let’s get you dressed”
“You’re talking to me--.”
“You’re not forgiven,” Hisae quickly said. “But that doesn’t mean your lessons have stopped. This is all for Tsuzuki. Don’t forget that.”
Hisoka’s head drooped down in defeat.
The lesson so far was turning out to be the worst. While Hisae had put her shields up (just for the lesson, apparently), the others hadn’t. Being in a different room couldn’t save Hisoka’s empathy from all the negativity as he tried to listen to Hisae’s directions.
“Keep your pelvis above your feet,” Hisae barked.
Hisoka dropped to his knees, his headache returning in full force. “Sorry, I can—can’t.”
Hisae’s face softened. “Class is over for the day, but I’ll work you extra hard tomorrow!”
“Thank you,” Hisoka gasped out.
After showering, Hisoka wondered out into the main room and found the place empty. His head throbbed painfully, despite the others not being there. He quietly padded over to the pool and stared into the blue depths, trying to concentrate on it in an attempt to keep his mind off the headache.
So beautiful, Hisoka mused, especially the way the light reflects the water. It looks violet, like Tsuzuki’s eyes.
Hisoka felt his body sway softly, his mind clouding with nothingness. Hisoka’s eyes closed as he fell into the pool.
Author note (1): Macha is a dark green tea that is popular in Kamakura. One of my students told me the next time I go there I should try it. I’m not sure about the spelling of this. The way my student pronounced the word it sounded a bit like machi, but she said that this was the way it was spelled.