Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Sleepless Beauty ❯ Part 1 (Hisoka) ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Sleepless Beauty (Part 1 of 4)

Author: Elf Asato

Pairings: Eventual Tsuzuki/Hisoka

Warnings: Shounen-ai (obviously), language, mild angst, OOC?

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: Sadly, Yami no Matsuei doesn't belong to me…aaa…what a world. The song Sleepless Beauty is off Gravitation, so that doesn't belong to me, either! ;.;

Notes: Aa…I usually don't really like to swear, but I fear it would be so un-YnM-like…the troubles of being a writer…

Song fic to Sleepless Beauty from Gravitation. Hn, it's just various lyrics everywhere… ^_^ I suppose it sucks to have the song drawn out in three parts! Regarding the lyrics…I'm going to have just the English translation in the story, but at the end of each part I'll have the Japanese lyrics used in that part. Confusing, I'm sorry….

Italics are indicating what Hisoka writes in his journal. [Lyrics] Obvious….

As you may have known, it used to be just 3, but I'm adding a part 4, which will be Tatsumi's! (Hisoka 1, Watari 2, Tsuzuki 3) And I'm going to write a sequel! Yes! I'm just having too much fun with this ^_^

Aa, someone told me in a review that I needed to write a multi-part, so here it is!

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Sleepless Beauty

By Elf Asato

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[I've been charmed by your eyes from far away; wake up and wait for me

Call out and break the night's barricade; the crowd comes out of the reflection]

It's not like I even know how to begin. There are just some things I want to do, but think I can't and vice versa. It all seems kind of messed up to me anyway.

Is it even supposed to be this way?

Moreover, does anyone care?

No one has ever really cared so I won't make a bit of a difference what I say and don't say. The silence won't speak more than the words - and no one will really care, so it's fine. It's just fine.

Everyone's fine, everything's fine, except me. I'm not fine.

In fact, I'm more 'not-fine' than I've been in a while. I'm so 'not-fine' that I'm forced to resort to writing in a journal to convey what I really feel, or else I'll explode.

…Or…something like that.

(Actually, Tsuzuki forced me to write in it…but you know what I mean, right?)

Speaking of him, everything is 'not-fine' between us. He thinks it's great, but it's not. It's not. Everything is just NOT FINE.

"'Soka-chan," Tsuzuki said in a mock whine, "are you finished with that journal I got you? Geez, I didn't think you'd actually be using in it…."

Hisoka looked up from his writing and quickly closed the said journal, growing just a tad bit red around the ears. "Well…I am," he muttered.

Though Hisoka had never technically said thanks or expressed any form of gratitude, Tsuzuki took it as it anyway. "Glad you're enjoying it!" he chirped happily, but then his eyes grew mischievous. "Sooooooo…what were you writing…?"

Scowling, Hisoka clutched his new journal protectively and muttered, "None of your damn business…."

"Ah, so harsh!" he said melodramatically as he sprawled out across the table on his back for emphasis. "Can I see anyway?"

"No!" Hisoka barked, sharper than he had intended with his ears growing redder.

"Aw come on, 'Soka-chan! This old man wants a peek inside the mind of an angsty teen!" Tsuzuki said rather loudly, still on his back and waving his arms for more emphasis.

At their little table outside a little Japanese restaurant in Kyoto (this time, their visit is a much happier one!), they drew many strange looks from people passing by.

Noticing that everyone in the restaurant was staring, the young Shinigami grew even redder (if possible) around the ears and growled, quickly opening the journal, "Fine! You want to know what I wrote?! I'll read it to you!"

"Yeah!" Tsuzuki chirped again, resuming an upright position in his chair.

Hisoka opened the first page of the journal and began in a monotone voice, "Today I woke up. I had breakfast. I went to work, but Tsuzuki said he got us the day off. We went to earth. Tsuzuki took me to a Japanese restaurant. We got an outside table. Tsuzuki gave me this journal. Tsuzuki said it was a present. Tsuzuki made me write in it. I'm writing in it. I'm still writing. I bet Tsuzuki stole this. I'm still writing. The weather's nice. I'm still writing."

Tsuzuki looked highly sheepish as he muttered, "I didn't steal it… I didn't steal anything…."

Closing the journal softly, Hisoka blinked, surprised that his partner had actually paid attention to the complete and utter (for lack of a better word) crap he had just made up.

"Okay, so I borrowed some yen from Tatsumi without him knowing…but is that really considered stealing?" he continued. "I say it's not considered it if you're planning on paying the person back…. Right, 'Soka-chan?"

Hisoka hesitated a little before muttering, "…Right…" and letting his partner continue on with his philosophy of stealing. Opening the journal again, he continued where he left off.

(Same day, a few minutes later)

I actually don't know what to make of Tsuzuki's actions. Of course, he's always been harder to read than anyone else, but today I've been noticing a new feeling in him. I first noticed it a couple of weeks ago, but today I've felt it strongly. It's like…everything rolled up into one, but yet it's not like that at all. It's not something I'm familiar with, so I don't know what it is… And that bothers me. I want to know what he's thinking. I want to know what he's feeling. I want to know if he's all right.

It's just new stuff like this that's been bothering me.

That's why everything's not fine, as stated before.

[(There is no way out) if you plan to endure the impact

(Until it collapses) a projected lie]

Before I could depend on Tsuzuki's false happiness and inner despair to read his actions, his feelings, but that inner despair has deteriorated greatly (Tatsumi commented on it once to Watari and me) and that happiness has become more and more true.

I suppose it makes me a terrible person for wishing the old Tsuzuki back.

Things were just easier that way.

Hisoka stopped writing to look up and observe his topic, but found that his topic was already in his face.

"That's a hell of a lot of 'I'm still writing's," Tsuzuki commented bluntly, taking a quick peek at what Hisoka had been writing.

The younger Shinigami's face flushed as he slammed the book closed on Tsuzuki's nose. "That's what you get for being nosy, bastard!" he snapped when Tsuzuki began to squeal unnecessarily.

"Aw, but Hisoka~~!" Tsuzuki whined, apparently over it. "Pay attention to me! Honestly, you act like you like the damned journal more than me!"

"At least the 'damned journal' isn't annoying and prying!" Hisoka spat out, again, harsher than he intended…but there was just something about the strange new feeling Tsuzuki was giving off.

Tsuzuki, suddenly serious, turned his head a little, apparently avoiding Hisoka's gaze by looking out to somewhere. "I'm not…that annoying…am I?" He turned back to look his partner right in the eye.

All he could see was sincerity, hope, and worry. "…Er," the younger one muttered, "you're not…that annoying." He didn't know why, but that had been harder to get out than it should have been and this time, it was Hisoka's turn to avoid Tsuzuki's gaze.

[Smile as you become reborn and paint your whole body

See the world suddenly burning up miraculously as we met by chance]

"Yay!" Tsuzuki squealed happily, his mood greatly lifted. "That means you'll go to the Kyoto National Museum with me!"

"The…Kyoto…National Museum…? I…I really didn't think you'd be all that interested in it, Tsuzuki…" Hisoka muttered softly, looking somewhat perplexed.

"Well, actually, I'm not…but I know you like that sort of stuff, so let's go!" he admitted.

"…How did you know I liked museums?"

Tsuzuki's face fell. "You mean…you don't want to go?"

"No, no! I do!" Hisoka said animatedly. "But…I didn't really think that…."

"…What…. You don't think I know anything about you, Hisoka?" the elder Shinigami asked, disappointed.

"Well…not really."

"Okay, I admit," Tsuzuki said honestly, "I may not know everything, but I do know some stuff about you, 'Soka-chan. First off, it kind of annoys you when I call say 'Soka-chan, but I do it just because it sounds kind of cute for you. Secondly, I know you like those artsy cultural type of things that I personally find a little boring if there's nothing there to eat. You like to read…a LOT. Um…you get annoyed when I slack off and you get annoyed when I drink too much. Uhh…let's see…."

"…I think you've made your point," Hisoka said quietly, staring at the ground with a slight redness to his cheeks.

"'Soka-chan…? Are you…blushing?" Tsuzuki asked nosily, leaning real close to his partner.

Hisoka snapped his head up in a response - their noses touched. "No! I'm not blushing at all!"

Tsuzuki smirked. "You also hate it when I call attention to you." With that said, his expression suddenly grew serious, but still retained its warmth with an odd little smile. "You know…you should blush more often, Hisoka."

"I…should…?" he muttered, lost for words as he sensed Tsuzuki's every emotion. That new, annoying one particularly abundant.

"Yeah…you look really cute."

And that was when Hisoka fainted.

[(Hold me gently as I break down)]

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End of Part 1

So…how is it so far? Pleeeeeeeeeease tell me! Oh…right! The Japanese lyrics!

tooku de me o hikarasete mezameru monotachi matte iru

yoru no jouheki sasowarete utsurisumu mure no nukegara ni

(deguchi no nai) shougeki ni taeru tsumori nara

(kuzureru hodo) itsuwari o misete

umarekawareru anata yo hitori hohoemanaide hitomi o irodoru

nozonda sekai ga totsuzen hai ni natte mo kiseki ni mada meguriaeru

(sotto dakishimete kowasu you ni)

Yeah it's a great song…go…download it or something…. Better yet, buy the Gravitation TV soundtrack…yeah… (so I don't get sued for telling you to go download it ^^;;)

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