centi_50FIC: "Yami no Matsuei" -- "You’re Being Ridiculous" (PG)
Figured I'd post another of these before I start posting more story_lottery stories (or at least the ones that I finished).
Title: You’re Being Ridiculous
Author: Matrix Refugee
Rating: PG
Pairing: Hisoka/Tsuzuki
Genre: Casefic, friendship, pre-slash
Set and Prompt: 23. Blush
Disclaimer: I do not own Yami no Matsuei, aka Descendants of Darkness, it’s characters, concepts and other indicia, which are the intellectual property of Yoko Matsushita, Hiroko Tokita, Manga Entertainment, Viz Media, Hakusensha, Central Park Media, et al.
Word Count: 103
“Well, if there’s an incubus, maybe we should put me out as bait,” Tsuzuki suggests with a grin, as he looks up from peeling an apple midway through the debriefing on their next case. “We know that nasty, lusty critters can’t resist my charms.”
Hisoka glares at his partner, feeling his cheeks start to warm. Tatsumi catches his eye. “Your face is going to turn as red as that apple, Kurosaki.”
“What? Are you warming to me, too, Hisoka?” Tsuzuki teases, winking at him.
“Idiot, stop talking that way.”
“Then you do care,” Tsuzuki says, holding out a piece of his apple to him.
Title: You’re Being Ridiculous
Author: Matrix Refugee
Rating: PG
Pairing: Hisoka/Tsuzuki
Genre: Casefic, friendship, pre-slash
Set and Prompt: 23. Blush
Disclaimer: I do not own Yami no Matsuei, aka Descendants of Darkness, it’s characters, concepts and other indicia, which are the intellectual property of Yoko Matsushita, Hiroko Tokita, Manga Entertainment, Viz Media, Hakusensha, Central Park Media, et al.
Word Count: 103
“Well, if there’s an incubus, maybe we should put me out as bait,” Tsuzuki suggests with a grin, as he looks up from peeling an apple midway through the debriefing on their next case. “We know that nasty, lusty critters can’t resist my charms.”
Hisoka glares at his partner, feeling his cheeks start to warm. Tatsumi catches his eye. “Your face is going to turn as red as that apple, Kurosaki.”
“What? Are you warming to me, too, Hisoka?” Tsuzuki teases, winking at him.
“Idiot, stop talking that way.”
“Then you do care,” Tsuzuki says, holding out a piece of his apple to him.