Masochist
Chapter One: White Robe:
Feeling ugly,
looking pretty.
Yellow
ribbons, black graffiti.
Word is written, bond is broken.
No big secret left unspoken.
Sun is painted in the corner but it's never getting
warmer.
All the lies
they keep on selling,
But you never check the spelling
Flying bullets. Hit the
targets.
Wings and
halos. Five to seven.
In this white robe, through the darkness paragliding back to heaven!
Flying bullets. Hit the
targets.
Wings and
halos, five to seven.
In this white robe, through the darkness paragliding back to heaven!
Time is running we are
sitting.
Back
together, just for splitting.
You are crying in the corner always next and never
former.
Open up and
let me hear it for my body future spirit.
Brain is useless chair is rocking.
Open doors for dead man walking.
Flying bullets. Hit the
targets.
Wings and
halos, five to seven.
In this white robe, through the darkness paragliding back to heaven!
Flying bullets. Hit the
targets.
Wings and
halos, five to seven.
In this white robe, through the darkness paragliding back to heaven!
-"White Robe" English Version by t.A.T.u
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Hisoka's not been himself lately. His colleagues haven't
seen at work in days. They can't seem to contact him either. Tsuzuki went by his
house and got no answer.
"Where is Hisoka?" he asked at work. No one seemed to
have the answer.
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May 23rd, 2010.
It stared out normal that morning. Hisoka recovered from
yesterday. He greeted Tsuzuki with a forced smile.
"Morning," his partner said.
"Hey," the older man replied. "Ready for another boring
work day?"
"Yep," Hisoka said. The boy seemed alright and nothing
much happened that day. Just paperwork and another meeting on the leak and even
then everything looked fine.
"Hey Hisoka," Tsuzuki said at noon. "You had lunch yet?"
"No," his partner replied. Tsuzuki perked up.
"Great," he said. "Let's eat together." Hisoka cheered
up.
"Alright," he said. They had lunch under the cherry
blossoms. The partners were quiet before Hisoka asked an outright bold question.
"Tsuzuki," he spoke up. His partner glanced over at him
from his bento.
"Hm?" he asked. Hisoka looked him dead-on in the eye.
"Why do you love Kimoto-san so much?" he asked. Tsuzuki
lowered his chopsticks.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"You know what I mean," Hisoka said.
"Well," Tsuzuki said. "She's different from other girls
I dated. There are still things I don't know about her. I want to learn more
about Anna, you know?" The affection is his voice made it sting again. Hisoka
forced himself to smile.
"Oh," he said. "I see."
"You want some of my rice?" Tsuzuki offered.
"Fine," the younger shinigami said. His partner gave him
some rice. The rest of day went on without incident.
"Hey Hisoka!" Tsuzuki called at closing time. His
partner turned to him in the hallway.
"Yes?" he asked.
"I heard that new steakhouse opened up down the road,"
the older shinigami said. "You want to come with me?" Hisoka smiled and shook
his head.
"Nah, I'm good," he said. Tsuzuki tilted his head.
"You sure?" he asked.
"Yeah," he insisted. "Go on without me."
"Okay� See you tomorrow then?"
"Yeah, see ya." Hisoka walked away before Tsuzuki could
say another word.
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Hisoka walked all the way home in the dark. He had to
own up and face the truth. He unlocked the door to his house. The boy turned
after he shut the door.
"Oh," Hisoka said. "You're here." Jessie sat on the couch waiting for him in the dark.