White Robe
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
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.
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.
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.
