then whatever chains us down;

[soukahisoka]

Day: 12
Characters: Hisoka Kurosaki soukahisoka, Grell Sutcliffe chainsaw_juliet
Summary: SHINIGAMI, HUDDLE UP.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: 1AM, just after this thread and this thread.
Status: 2 parter in one post; Closed and Complete~

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[soukahisoka]

"Family...?"

Hisoka shoved his hands in his pockets, thrown off-guard. Family... he'd certainly come to consider his fellow Judgment Bureau members as part of a strange family. Tatsumi was the father, with his pressed suits and stinginess and the love for them all that went down to the core of him, and Chief Konoe was the wise old grandfather with a mighty spark still left in him, and Watari was the mother, Hisoka guessed, what with his flighty chirping and his bizarroland gender-switch potions. Wakaba was the little sister, all kinds of annoying, but adorable, or, well, she had her moments, anyway. Terazuma was the redheaded stepchild, black hair notwithstanding.

Tsuzuki was... the black sheep, said a cruel voice in Hisoka's head. He cut himself off, refusing the painful thought, the aching memories. Tsuzuki was their heart. My heart. And he himself was, Hisoka supposed, the troublesome younger sibling, the useless infant, untested and raw. His face, as ever, was solemn as he looked at Grell, uncertainty heartbreaking in his bottle-green eyes.

"If you want," he said after a moment, because Grell was right. Hisoka had treated him as he would have treated any injured and incapacitated member of the Judgment Bureau he called home, of his colleagues whom he called family. "...Are you going to be all right for now, or do you need anything else?"