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[24 | voice, Japanese | locked from Muraki]

--Ow! M-man, how long has it been?

Guess I shouldn't have left this thing in my coat pocket... Oh, hey, Watari, I'm running low on canned soup up here. Do you have any lying around? It's good for fevers, right?

Hisoka, want a glass of water? Blanket? Bedtime story? ♥ Don't worry, you'll be feeling better soon~!

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[Tsuzuki rested a hand gently on his partner's shoulder, then frowned. He could feel Hisoka shivering.]

Blanket it is! And some hot soup, when Watari tracks down a can.

[He paused, realizing that the tint of green on Hisoka's cheeks might mean that food was a bad idea. But soup cured everything! ...Right?]

Uh... need a bucket?

[Hisoka shrugged the hand off, not in the mood to be touched. If his empathy was going to come back worse, at first, if Joshua's case was any sort of standard, Tsuzuki touching him wasn't a good idea.]

I said I'm f-fine. [Another shiver.] Why couldn't that volcano have gone off a month ago? [Maybe if it wasn't snowing, it wouldn't be so goddamn cold.]

Okay. [He straightened up, stretching, and collected the blanket from his messily folded futon on the other side of the room, returning to drape it around Hisoka. He'd have to get used to being careful of touching his partner again... and fast.]

Maybe it'll warm up soon.

[Hisoka pulled the blanket around himself, curling his knees to his chest to keep the heat in.] I doubt it. It'll probably be like this for months.

[Resisting the temptation to ruffle Hisoka's hair, Tsuzuki sat down next to him and smiled.] You never know! This place is so weird... anyway, if it keeps being this cold, we can build a fireplace in here or something.

You'd probably burn down the school.

Nah, we could make it out of brick and put a chimney out the window.... [Or something. Watari probably knew how to make something like that. He was a mechanical engineer, after all, right?]

...Well, anyway, I bet it's possible. I just don't know how!

...Just don't try it yourself.

[A sudden gasp and again, barely suppressed retching.] I hate this place.

I'll ask Watari. [He reached over, hand brushing Hisoka's forehead lightly. A bit chilled. Not feverish, though. So that was okay....]

[Standing up again, he headed over for their stash of cooking things. There was the garbage basket, and it was empty... that'd have to do. He picked it up and brought it back over to Hisoka, setting it down nearby.] Here you go, if you need it.

...Thanks. [His pride would have to wait. The way this was going, he really might need it.] How long is this supposed to last?

Just a day for the sickness - so it'll be done by tomorrow. Then your powers will probably be wild for about three days, but after that it'll be fine.

...Seemed like longer, for Muraki.

Most of the things that have happened when people's powers went rogue lasted - well, half a week or so, usually. I'm not sure all of ...that... was Muraki's powers going wild.

Edited 2009-08-10 07:47 (UTC)

What else would it have been?

It is Muraki. It could have been deliberate.

That wouldn't explain why he backed it off later. I'm not saying he usually makes sense, but even for him... there's no logic there.

...yeah, you're right. [He managed a smile, crossing his arms.] All I know is that most of these things don't last more than a few days.

We'll see, though, right?

Soon enough. [Another shudder and he grasped the garbage bin reflexively, waiting for it to pass.]

[Concerned, Tsuzuki reached over to pat Hisoka's back as the spasm passed.]

Yeah.

[Hisoka took several deep breaths, then swallowed, not looking at Tsuzuki.] ...Tsuzuki, what exactly did Joshua do to Muraki?

[He paused for a moment, surprised at the change of subject - but of course Hisoka would want to know, right?]

I... don't know exactly what he did. Something to his mind.... I think he reminded him of something in his past.

Whatever it was, it was bad. I don't think I've ever seen Muraki afraid before.

[Not even when he'd been dying on the floor. Tsuzuki flinched away from that memory.] He threatened to do it again if Muraki... did anything else.

[Hisoka sighed. He'd work out how he felt about all this when he wasn't still feeling nauseous.]

That matches up with Joshua's story. Though he didn't mention that last bit.

...He wouldn't. I think he likes making himself sound worse than he is, or something like that. [He shrugged; Joshua was kind of weird, but he wasn't about to complain about the man who'd saved him from Muraki.]

I don't think he'd like hearing you say that. [Even if it was true. Maybe. Joshua hadn't exactly been earning himself points lately, in Hisoka's book.]

Anyway, it explains why Muraki's been so quiet.

Yeah, probably not. Is that blanket warm enough? [Hisoka didn't look like he was shivering anymore. That was a good sign....]

I prefer him that way... well, as long as he's not planning something. I don't think he is this time.

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