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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[chainsaw_juliet]

"Good morning." He greeted sweetly, managing to sit up without too much fuss. Grell rubbed the sleep from his eyes, attempting to yawn before stopping mid-way once he realized just what that entailed; expansion of his lungs would equal strain on his abdomen. Pouting, he stilled and instead observed what Hisoka was doing.

"Is that...is that tea?" Wide-eyed and voice hushed, hoping against hope. "Oh I can't believe you actually-"

Grell covered his mouth with his fingers daintily, giggling in delight. Remembering his situation, he plucked his dry shirt and carefully slid into it. He sighed, glad some measure of propriety was now in place- no matter how small it was.

All seemed well for the optimistic Reaper, and if Hisoka could faintly grasp Grell's emotions, then he'd feel a measure of homesickness and a grand dose of contentedness.

"Thank you, Hisoka." He smiled brightly. "You're such a wonderful friend."

[soukahisoka]

"I'm not," Hisoka said quietly, his long bangs hanging in his eyes as he stirred the tea leaves with the spoon he'd saved from his lunch. "I just keep my promises

[chainsaw_juliet]

"Keeping promises is an important quality in relationships." Grell tisked playfully. Reaching out, he gently moved Hisoka's hair away from his face. "So you're a wonderful friend." His grin left no room for rebuttal.

Contentedness, happiness and a tinge of playfulness. Slowly he cupped his hands over Hisoka's own, giggling when he caught his eye.
"You're warm." Grell stated, though it was unnecessary. "It's what I feel like in here." He tapped his own heart before covering his mouth as he laughed softly. "Though you probably know that by now, right?"

Replacing his hand back over Hisoka's, Grell used the position to lean forward and gently kiss the young man's cheek.
"Thank you for being so sweet to me. I know you didn't have to, but you did."

Playfully he bumped their noses together, marveling at how brilliantly green Hisoka's eyes were- just like his own.
"I'm very glad you did."

[soukahisoka]

He had expected Grell to take the cup immediately, for the English were reportedly almost as particular as the Japanese about their tea. Instead, there was the tenderness of having his hair brushed from his face -- Hisoka could count on one hand the amount of times anyone had ever touched him like that and not meant it for a mockery -- and then Grell's long hands wrapped around his own, startling him.

Hisoka stared at Grell in mute shock. He couldn't drop the mug and jerk away, leaving the steaming tea to spill all over the injured reaper's lap. For a moment, even with touch, he got nothing, no feelings... then playful delight lapped at the edges of his awareness like waves over a child's feet. It wasn't overwhelming, wasn't frightening, only washed in and out unsteadily. Warm indeed. Tsuzuki, he thought, closing his eyes

[chainsaw_juliet]

Grell smiled, inhaling deeply before sighing. He took a hesitant sip of his tea and melted against the wall in relief.
"Tea..." He sighed again. "Oh how I've missed you!" The Reaper gave a silly grin, nuzzling the cup to his cheek.

Observing Hisoka, Grell found himself smiling kindly. Such a dear silly thing, a heart so patched with fraying stitches. Scraps of kindness seemed so foreign to him and Grell found that sad. Human or not, hearts still needed a little love and affection. They couldn't be all flaws, for that would be the same as being too perfect.

Suddenly he perked, giving a short laugh.
"You know what?" He may have looked wearied and a little worse for weather, but Grell's eyes and smile were ever still the same. "We're not friends at all. You helped me like a member of the Division...."

"It means we're family!"

[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

[chainsaw_juliet]

Oh the expressions flitting on his face made Grell sigh, a smile gently on his lips.
Such a beautiful, tragic soul...

Setting the now empty mug on the side table, Grell lay back down on the bed and tucked himself beneath the covers.
"I'll be perfectly fine now, thank you Hisoka." A wave of tiredness washed over him, as his body began to cope with his injuries by causing fatigue in order for him to rest. He blinked sleepily at Hisoka, green eyes gentle and a little glazed.

"I hope I can someday do the same for you." The Reaper blew him a kiss before he closed his eyes, unable to stay awake anymore.

[soukahisoka]

The fatigue that licked patiently at Hisoka's awareness let him know it was time to go, to let the other shinigami rest and heal. Maybe he'd work with that sleepiness, let it take him off to a nap too. It'd been a bit of a busy night.

If you need me, call for me on the intercom. If you need me, really need me, I'm just down the hallway. If you need me -- I can be strong --

Grell blew him a kiss (Hisoka blushed a little bit, then got annoyed at his fair complexion for it) and fell almost instantly into sleep, it felt like. Hisoka said quietly, "Oyasumi," and left.