[Yami no Matsuei] "Mutual Salvation" (PG-13)
Author's Note: Written for comment_fic's "Yami no Matsuei, Tsuzuki/Hisoka, "we've saved each other"." Takes place toward the end of the Kyoto arc.
Tsuzuki's eyelids felt as though someone had tied stacks of coins to them and under the gauze bandages that swathed his burned forms, his skin itched horribly. He shifted, trying to reach for a particularly bad spot at the small of his back, but a familiar gruff but young voice spoke up from close by his bedside.
"Idiot, don't scratch: you've been burned badly and itching will just tear up your skin and slow down the healing process, even for you," Hisoka grumbled from the next bed.
"Hisoka? Oh kamisama, at least you're all right," Tsuzuki managed to rasp. He paused, coughing out the last of the smoke that lingered in his lungs.
"I'm badly singed, but not as badly as you were. Don't try to talk, you need your strength."
"I know, but... thanks. We've save each other now."
"More like I tried to save you, but I didn't have the strength to get you out even after I got in. Tatsumi got us both out."
He shifted, looking over at Hisoka, lying in the bed next to his, wrapped in a light robe, trying not to look at him. "I'm serious about this: You gave me back the will to live. And remember how you were after the 'Queen Camellia'? You gave me back what I gave to you back then."
He reached across the gap between the beds, then put his bandaged hand into Hisoka's hand. The younger shinigami closed his fingers on it. Tsuzuki hoped the gauze wrapping his hand would mute some of what he couldn't help feeling for his partner at that moment: the overflow of gratitude and friendship and love that welled out of his heart.
Tsuzuki's eyelids felt as though someone had tied stacks of coins to them and under the gauze bandages that swathed his burned forms, his skin itched horribly. He shifted, trying to reach for a particularly bad spot at the small of his back, but a familiar gruff but young voice spoke up from close by his bedside.
"Idiot, don't scratch: you've been burned badly and itching will just tear up your skin and slow down the healing process, even for you," Hisoka grumbled from the next bed.
"Hisoka? Oh kamisama, at least you're all right," Tsuzuki managed to rasp. He paused, coughing out the last of the smoke that lingered in his lungs.
"I'm badly singed, but not as badly as you were. Don't try to talk, you need your strength."
"I know, but... thanks. We've save each other now."
"More like I tried to save you, but I didn't have the strength to get you out even after I got in. Tatsumi got us both out."
He shifted, looking over at Hisoka, lying in the bed next to his, wrapped in a light robe, trying not to look at him. "I'm serious about this: You gave me back the will to live. And remember how you were after the 'Queen Camellia'? You gave me back what I gave to you back then."
He reached across the gap between the beds, then put his bandaged hand into Hisoka's hand. The younger shinigami closed his fingers on it. Tsuzuki hoped the gauze wrapping his hand would mute some of what he couldn't help feeling for his partner at that moment: the overflow of gratitude and friendship and love that welled out of his heart.