Tatsumi was having a very horrible nightmare. It involved a black snake trying to break down his door. Thankfully, just as the door gave way, Tatsumi awoke in cold sweat. Unfortunately, the pounding continued.

Normally, he would just ignore nighttime disturbances and go back asleep. However, the door was a rather nice one, and whoever was pounding on it sounded like they were planning on breaking it down.

So, for that reason alone, Tatsumi got up and answered the door. When he opened the door, Tatsumi was surprised by a black figure launching itself at him. It hit him solidly in the chest, knocking him over on his back. He immediately reacted to the attack by rolling over and pinning the figure underneath him.

It was then that Tatsumi realized that the figure was Tsuzuki. His shirt was ripped open, he smelt like he had just come from the sewers, and he was sobbing uncontrollably.

"Tsuzuki-san!" Tatsumi exclaimed. �What�s wrong?� Tsuzuki, who was still sobbing underneath him, didn�t answer. �Please stop crying.� Tatsumi pleaded. Tsuzuki only sat up as much as their position allowed him to and buried his face into Tatsumi�s nightshirt, grasping the loose fabric. Tatsumi looked around his living room hurriedly for something to distract Tsuzuki. �If you stop, I have cake.�

The tears mysteriously vanished. �Cake!� Tsuzuki wiped his nose on Tatsumi�s shirt, glancing around the sparsely furnished room curiously. �Where?� When Tatsumi didn�t answer him, Tsuzuki wiggled out from underneath him to search for his cake.

Tatsumi watched as Tsuzuki poked at the cushions in the room, as if expecting the cake to be hidden in their crevices. �Where�s the cake?� Tsuzuki asked, giving up.

Tatsumi tore his gaze from Tsuzuki�s bared chest. �I don�t have cake.� Tatsumi reluctantly admitted. Tsuzuki�s eyes began to tear up again, and he started sniffing pitifully. �But there�s cake in the common room, and if you just make it on time to work, you can have some.� Tatsumi promised.

The sniffles subsided, but Tsuzuki�s eyes still looked watery. Tatsumi retrieved a tissue and started dabbing at Tsuzuki�s still damp cheeks. �What am I going to do with you?� Tatsumi murmured, wiping off most of the dampness. Retrieving another tissue, he held it in front of Tsuzuki�s nose. �Blow,� Tatsumi commanded.

After disposing of the tissues, Tatsumi ushered Tsuzuki to change his shoes before venturing further in his living space.

Tsuzuki had never really been inside Tatsumi�s home. The only reason he knew where Tatsumi lived was that he had hacked into the company databanks few years back. One would never know when he would need to rob the secretary�s house.

Though it was more opulently furnished than Tsuzuki�s apartment had been, (which wasn�t hard to do) it was still rather bare. Besides the low table and cushions, which Tatsumi was ushering him towards, the living room didn�t have anything else.

Kneeling on the cushion that was across from Tsuzuki, Tatsumi pursed his lips in an attempt to put the events in order. Though he wanted to find out what had happened, if he reminded Tsuzuki of what was making him cry, there was no guarantee that Tsuzuki would not cry.

Further more, he had to figure out what to do in this situation. Tsuzuki was already settling down comfortably in his home, and Tatsumi couldn�t find it in him to send the man away.

�Would you like some tea?� Tatsumi asked delicately. It was going to be a long night.

***

It was a rather nice day in the Meifu. The doves were fluttering around the shinigami, the Sakura looked as beautiful as ever, and the sun shone down on the building, giving it a white hue.

Unfortunately, for the two people who had four to no hours of sleep, it was a living hell.

Tatsumi rubbed at his eyes again to keep from falling asleep. Four hours were not enough, and the paper work was really starting to wear on his nerves.

Tsuzuki was in a better position. In other words, he was sprawled across his desk, drooling on his paper work and the shirt Tatsumi had loaned him, snoring loudly.

At least, that was what he was doing before his door was nearly knocked off the hinges by an irate Terazuma.

�The chief wants to see you.� The former cop growled at Tsuzuki. �And tell him I am not a messenger bird.� The door was slammed shut so hard that it bounced off the frame and remained open.

When Tsuzuki trudged in, Hisoka, Tatsumi and Konoe were already in the office. Tatsumi was standing with difficulty, and the two other occupants were watching him worriedly. When Tsuzuki nearly missed the chair, their attention was centered on him as well. When Tatsumi handed Tsuzuki the folder, his grip slipped and the contents were dumped in Tsuzuki�s lap. After they had picked up all the papers, Tatsumi launched in his lecture with a yawn.

�This case should be rather simple.� He explained to Tsuzuki, whose eyelids were glued shut. �There is a resort that has files on a re-� Tatsumi swayed and nearly fell down. �-recent case. You simply need to figure out an excuse to get out of the activities for the day,� Yawn. �-and go into the office and retrieve the files from the computer.� Tatsumi paused and yawned again. Reaching over, he tapped Tsuzuki on the head to wake him up. �With the ticket provided in the file, you can stay the night and enjoy dinner at the resort�s expense.� Tatsumi leaned forward on the desk and stayed like that for a while before suddenly jerking up. �I don�t even know why I�m telling you this,� He mumbled. �It is all in the file.� Tatsumi, finished with the report, leaned back against the wall for stability.

Tatsumi to poke him. When Tatsumi didn�t react, Konoe edged a little closer and poked him again, before tilting his head in wonder as Tatsumi made a grumbling noise in his sleep.

Hisoka sighed before going over to Tsuzuki. The lazy idiot had slept through most of the lecture, and it was time he woke up. �When will we be leaving?� He asked the chief as he shook Tsuzuki.

Tsuzuki grumbled and found a more comfortable position on the desk. �It�s only Tsuzuki this time.� Konoe informed Hisoka. �Tatsumi found a loop hole where if he gives Tsuzuki this assignment, Tsuzuki won�t need a vacation for another five months, and then it�s the company vacation.�

Hisoka saved the files from Tsuzuki�s drool, and flipped through them. �This is a rather nice resort.� He admitted. �Why is Tatsumi sending him there when he could get a cheaper motel?� Hisoka asked.

�Terazuma won the ticket in a door prize on his last mission. Tatsumi simply confiscated it, so it�s free for us.�

Hisoka nodded at this, giving Tsuzuki an intense look, which the latter responded to by letting out a rather loud snore. Hisoka hoped Tsuzuki would enjoy this. It was the last vacation he would get for a while.

***

Tsuzuki yawned as he surveyed his lodgings. He shook his head so he would wake up and looked again. He then decided to have his eyes checked. Tatsumi would never have sent him to such a nice hotel.

One of the maids guided him to his rooms and left Tsuzuki to stare at them in disbelief. He jumped when someone who was trying not to laugh knocked on his door, and handed him his bag of belongings.

Tsuzuki didn�t really see what was so funny about his bag. Sure, it was rather small, but he hadn�t needed much on his overnight stay. It had Tatsumi�s toothbrush and hair brush that he had swiped earlier that morning, and the one of the few shirts Tatsumi would let him borrow.

Putting the bag to the side, Tsuzuki decided that not moving was probably best. This was a rather nice dream, and he didn�t want to do anything to disturb it or wake up.

His body didn�t seem to want to obey him, and the next thing he knew, he was lounging happily on the bed. As the dream didn�t shatter when he touched it, Tsuzuki closed his suddenly heavy eyes.

After what could have been anywhere from five minutes to five hours Tsuzuki was awoken by knocking on his door. He forced his body to sit up and answer the door.

Moving away from the bed was like moving through molasses. His feet grew heavier

A young woman was on the other end of the door. She smiled cheerfully, and if Tsuzuki wasn�t a gentle soul who had guilt trips about stepping on flies, he might have tried to strangle her. �Good afternoon, sir.� Her voice was as cheerful as her smile. Tsuzuki managed a mumble that resembled something about the morning. Undaunted, the woman continued. �Your hosts have selected a fine array of games and entertainment for you to enjoy this evening. Would you like to start now?� Tsuzuki shook his head, which was a mistake as he fell down.

�Excuse me sir,� Tsuzuki found it was possible to be cheerfully worried. �Are you alright?� Tsuzuki thought it was painfully obvious that he wasn�t all right, but managed to shake his head anyways. �What�s wrong?� The woman asked.

Tsuzuki thought as fast as it was possible for a person who was falling asleep. �The mission,� he reminded himself, �the mission.� �Sick.� He moaned. He didn�t put any effort into faking it, but the woman seemed to believe him anyways. It was probably because he was still sprawled out on the floor.

�Oh, no!� The woman wailed, her smile vanishing. �I�m sorry sir; can I do anything for you?� She asked. Tsuzuki shook his head, finding it easier to do on the floor. �I�ll tell the management about this. Don�t worry, you don�t have to do a thing, just lie there and recover.� With that, the woman closed the door.

Tsuzuki struggled up and considered moving towards the bed. But if he did so, he wouldn�t get the mission done, nor would he get paid.

Pressing his ear to the door, Tsuzuki tried to discern any noise on the other side. When he was sure he heard nothing, he opened the door and stumbled into a maid�s cart.

Extracting himself from the cleaning supplies, Tsuzuki apologized to the disgruntled maid before continuing down the hallway. Trying to remember the directions he took, Tsuzuki wound up walking into several more dead ends. Nearly half an hour later, he found his way through the ventilation system to the main office.

The employees were working diligently, and studiously. If Tsuzuki had been their manager, he would have been proud of them. But as they were impending his mission of stealing files from the office, all he could do was wait.

After several minutes in the cramped duct went by, he began to tap his fingers on the duct, which later caused a complaint about mice. The precise drumming soon rocked him to sleep, and he drooled happily in his cramped space.

A buzzer went off, making Tsuzuki jump and hit his head painfully on the ceiling of the duct. The employees decided not to figure out where the banging and cursing was coming from, and continently left the office. When the last person was gone, Tsuzuki crawled out of the duct and went over to a computer someone had left on.

Breaking into the files was surprisingly easy, and Tsuzuki was about to leave when the door opened. Tsuzuki dove underneath a table and watched as a nervous employee came in and started shuffling around the papers.

The employee was about to leave, when he whirled and stared in to the room. He looked around in dark corners and started moving back chairs from the desks.

Tsuzuki crawled along the floor until he was next to a filing cabinet. Seeing the employee searching for something in a drawer, he tiptoed towards the duct.

Then his legs gave out from exhaustion.

The employee started walking towards a corner, putting a convenient stack of cardboard boxes between him and Tsuzuki. The man continued searching, and when he looked in a large box to Tsuzuki�s right, Tsuzuki jumped out and tripped on a chair, falling behind a stand of computers.

After finding a pair of shoes in the box, the employee stopped, looked around, and chuckled. �I�m getting paranoid. Too many scary movies . . .� The employee, who, if this were a horror flick, would have been cut down just then, left.

Tsuzuki sighed in relief and left.

***

The first sign that there was a problem came to him when he found the doors to his room were open.

Though his mind was still in a sleepy haze, he was sure he remembered to close his door. He knew that there wasn�t a maid working in his rooms either by the lack of a cleaning cart.

The cheerful woman he had met earlier waited for him just inside the doorway. �Hello.� She greeted cheerfully. �The management was worried, and sent a doctor to help you.�

Tsuzuki blinked, and then his thoughts turned to an angry Tatsumi waving a bill. Seeing his expression, the woman continued. �He�s the best there is in Tokyo. And don�t worry; his fee has been handled in advance. We�re sure he�ll be able to make you well.�

�How long will he be here?� Tsuzuki asked. He wanted to get to sleep soon, and if the doctor was here too long, he might fall asleep before he left.

�He agreed to be here for another hour.� The woman replied happily. �Here, come in and meet him!� Without waiting for his reply, the woman dragged a helpless Tsuzuki in to the main room behind her. �Doctor!� She called out, �Here�s your patient!�

When Tsuzuki was able to see the doctor, he would have stopped dead in his tracks, only the woman was still yanking him forward. Just before he did a near nosedive on the floor, he was awarded by a look of shock from the doctor.

As Tsuzuki tried to keep his balance, the woman nodded happily. �Please make him well.� She called out as she slammed the door shut. Tsuzuki felt his eyes dilate.

�Oh dear, Tsuzuki-san.� If Muraki had indeed been surprised, he didn�t show it now in his smug smirk. �You don�t look well at all. It�s a good thing I was able to come.�

Muraki circled Tsuzuki like a predator. Tsuzuki slid along the wall, keeping as far away as possible. Muraki finally stopped when he came to the door and rested against it, appraising Tsuzuki intently.

Muraki finally turned away and opened the door. Tsuzuki�s legs almost collapsed underneath him when he realized Muraki had just hung the �Do not disturb� sign out the door. Muraki locked it before turning back to Tsuzuki.

�Well then,� Muraki strode forward briskly until he reached the bag he had brought with him. �Let�s begin.� Muraki dug around in his bag until he came out with a thermometer.

Tsuzuki reluctantly held out his hand to accept it. As long as he had Muraki in the same room as him, he wasn�t going to let the other man closer than necessary.

He knew something was wrong when Muraki�s grin only got wider.

�I do believe you will need my assistance for this.� Muraki murmured, still moving closer. A hand started playing with Tsuzuki�s shirt.

�W-what,� Tsuzuki licked his lips nervously. �How hard is it to put it in my mouth?� Tsuzuki asked while shoving the offending hand away.

The corners of Muraki�s mouth twitched. �This is not one of those thermometers.� Tsuzuki tilted his head to the side quizzically. �It seems that in my haste to respond to my summons, I packed a rectal thermometer.�

Tsuzuki fainted.

***

As he woke up, Tsuzuki had the sensation of being on a soft bed. The mattress was fluffing out underneath him, and cushioned his back like his futon never had. The next thing he noticed was that he was out of his suit jacket. Not only that, but his shirt seemed to be unbuttoned. There was a cold damp cloth moving along his brow, a corner of which was tickling his nose. Though the sensation was rather nice, Tsuzuki reluctantly opened his eyes.

And then he screamed.

It wasn�t an ideal thing for Tsuzuki to wake up with Muraki hovering over him.

�Pervert!� Tsuzuki yelled, and wrapped his arms around himself to roll away until he fell off the bed. When he stumbled up, Muraki only had an amused look on his face. Tsuzuki watched as Muraki set down a damp cloth that he had been wiping Tsuzuki�s head with.

�Why, Tsuzuki-san,� Muraki seemed to float around the bed. �You seem to have misjudged me.� Muraki passed him and went to the bathroom. A few minutes later, he returned with a glass of water, which he handed to Tsuzuki. �Drink up. You were unconscious for several minutes.�

Tsuzuki wished he were still unconscious. Still, he warily accepted his glass and drank. After he drained it and set it aside, he tried to get his mouth into working order. �Are you done with the examination yet?� He growled, for some reason thinking that once Muraki finished, he�d be gone.

Muraki raised an eyebrow, before walking over to a shelf. He picked up the papers Tsuzuki had gotten from the company computers earlier.

�Oh, my,� Muraki scolded in mock disbelief. �This seems to consist of the personal files of the company.� He turned to gaze into Tsuzuki�s eyes. �You wouldn�t have stolen this, would you?�

Tsuzuki twitched, which if Muraki really had any doubts, would have been a dead giveaway. Trying to regain his composure, Tsuzuki replied, �Answer my question.�

Muraki gave a stage sigh. �Well, it seems that as my examination is complete, then as a law abiding citizen,� Tsuzuki twitched at this statement. �I would have to turn this over, and let you deal with the proper authorities.� Muraki grinned conspiratorially at Tsuzuki. �However, if I were to stay longer, to make certain you are comfortable, it would be a shame if I happened to �forget� about this.�

Muraki stood and picked up his bag as if preparing to leave. �Tell me, Tsuzuki-san.� Muraki gathered his trench coat. �What shall I do?�

Tsuzuki balked at this. He watched Muraki, but the other man seemed rather serious.

When Muraki started shuffling the papers Tsuzuki had stolen, Tsuzuki drew a breath through clenched teeth. �Stay if you must.� He forced himself to growl.

Muraki gave Tsuzuki a dispassionate look over his shoulder. �Tsuzuki-san, you might not be aware of this, but,� Muraki turned to face him. �I do have a job. Because I am a doctor, I cannot stay because of personal convenience.�

Tsuzuki nearly fell down. �What do you want?� Tsuzuki demanded. �Stop hinting and just say it!�

Muraki sighed patiently. Tsuzuki noticed he still hadn�t let go of the papers. �I came here as a doctor to make certain you were well.� He finally set down the papers, but then started walking closer to Tsuzuki. When he was close enough, Muraki reached out a gloveless hand and lightly brushed it over Tsuzuki�s forehead.

Tsuzuki jerked his head away. Undaunted, Muraki continued walking forward. �You seem to be quite well for someone who is . . . supposedly not. At least, well enough for there to be no need of a doctor.� Muraki had reached him again and lifted the same hand to brush Tsuzuki�s bangs out of his eyes. �As someone who is intimately concerned for your welfare, I truthfully do wish to stay and make certain you are . . . comfortable. However, as a doctor, that would be rather unprofessional of me.�

Tsuzuki felt his muscles spasm as a finger trailed from his temple to his jawbone. �What. Do. You. Want?� Tsuzuki�s mouth didn�t seem to be working.

Muraki shook his head. �You seem to have some difficulty with this, don�t you?� He commented, sliding his fingers along Tsuzuki�s jawbone. �I cannot stay here as a doctor. However, if you wish for me to stay as me, then I will.� Muraki�s dark grin was back as his cool hands cupped Tsuzuki�s cheek.

Tsuzuki shook with suppressed rage and fear. �Muraki.� He had to take a deep breath. �Will you be kind enough-� He nearly gagged on those words. He had to stop and take a few more breaths.

�Is this difficult for you?� Muraki asked, his hand sliding under Tsuzuki�s jaw to stroke his throat, making Tsuzuki wish he had buttoned up his shirt again.

�-to-� When Tsuzuki took a long pause after that word, Muraki�s hand moved away. Tsuzuki would have thrown a celebration after that, only the hand dangled near the files. �-to-�

�Yes?� Muraki asked calmly as his hand moved back to Tsuzuki to brush against the base of his throat.

�-s-stay h-� Fingertips were beginning to play with his collarbone. �-here-� Two more words. �-with-� They slid lower. �-me?� Tsuzuki finally managed to choke out, grabbing the fingers.

Muraki smiled benignly, his hand twisting in Tsuzuki�s grasp to entwine with Tsuzuki�s fingers. �Why, of course Tsuzuki-san. All you had to do was ask.�

***

Unfortunately, though it was a rather nice room, it was made for a bachelor. Tsuzuki didn�t know whether or not to be grateful that Muraki had taken the only chair in the room. Even though it meant he was forced to sit on the bed, it was better than Muraki in that position.

Muraki had ordered some tea and was currently pouring Tsuzuki a cup. �How many sugars do you like?� Muraki asked conversationally, already dumping a few spoonfuls in Tsuzuki�s tea. Tsuzuki didn�t answer, but Muraki seemed to not be expecting one and dumped in enough sugar to give a normal person a five-week sugar high.

After he handed Tsuzuki his cup, Muraki started pouring his own. �The weather is certainly nice, isn�t it?� Muraki commented, gazing out the window. He slowly sipped his tea, jarring Tsuzuki to do the same.

Tsuzuki forced a noncommittal grunt, finding that he did like the sugary tea in his hands.

Muraki�s gaze swept over his form, locking intently with his eyes. �Say, Tsuzuki-san,� He suddenly said. �Do you know about this tea?� He asked, the corners of his mouth curling secretively. �This is supposedly the same kind that the Chinese Emperor Shen-Nung discovered that one fateful day when he was boiling water.� He sipped his tea again. �Amazing how one small, nearly irrelevant discovery could influence so much.� Muraki set his tea down. �What do you think, Tsuzuki-san?�

Finished with is cup, Tsuzuki smiled cheerfully. �Sugar is good!�

Muraki blinked confusedly at him for several moments before the smile was back. �You certainly do like sweets, don�t you?� Tsuzuki closed his eyes and nodded happily, not noticing the glint in the doctor�s eye. Muraki�s smile got nearly out of proportion as he started leaning forward. Tsuzuki was still beaming at him with his eyes closed and didn�t notice the doctor�s eyes flutter closed as he leaned closer . . .

A knocking on the door made Tsuzuki�s eyes snap open and Muraki to jerk back.

The knob was tried, and then the sound of impatient pounding ensured on the other side of the door.

Knowing that the mood had been broken, and that who ever was on the other side of the door probably wouldn�t stop, Muraki got up to answer it. When he opened it, he was surprised that someone so frail and little could make so much noise.

�Get out of my way!� The old woman demanded. When Muraki only frowned quizzically at her, the old woman kicked him and shoved past.

Tsuzuki, who had by then gotten up from the bed and was standing behind Muraki, moved to block her path. �Excuse me, but who are you?� He asked.

The old woman glared at him. �Get out of my rooms.� She growled.

Tsuzuki tilted his head in confusion. �Excuse me?� He asked. The old woman poked his exposed chest.

�These are my rooms. Get your own.� She growled, grabbing his ear and twisting it hard making Tsuzuki bend over and whimper.

Muraki had by then recovered from the blow that did more damage to his ego than his body, and carefully grabbed the old woman�s wrist. �Please release my companion.� He requested with the up most politeness.

The old woman glared at him. �And you get out too.� She snarled.

�Grandmother,� Tsuzuki whimpered in his awkward position. �These aren�t your rooms. They�re mine for tonight.� He paused as an idea occurred to him. �But if you really want Muraki to leave you can take him with you.� He offered, making puppy like whimpers and tearing up his eyes at her.

�Tsuzuki-san,� Muraki nearly growled, trying to pry the woman�s amazingly strong grip off of Tsuzuki�s ear.

The old woman wasn�t won over by his display. �In my day, boys didn�t cry.� The woman, for the first time getting an eyeful of Tsuzuki, gagged in horror. �Nor, in my day,� She continued, �Did men run around with their shirts unbuttoned.� Muraki, by then, had finally dislodged her fingers from Tsuzuki�s ear.

Tsuzuki looked down at his chest and went bright red, grasping the ends of the fabric together. Muraki was too busy wrestling with the surprisingly nimble old woman to spare more than a glance at Tsuzuki.

By then a maid had noticed the disturbance. She entered the room and immediately recognized the old woman.

�Grandmother!� She exclaimed. �This isn�t your room!� She went over to take the old woman�s hand. �Your room is the next one.� And closing the door behind them, the two women left.

Muraki eyed Tsuzuki. The latter was now fumbling with his shirt buttons, but unfortunately, Muraki had other plans. He reached out and grasped Tsuzuki�s hands, halting them. Releasing them, he let his fingers trail up the folds of the fabric to the collar where he wrapped the cloth around his hand, pulling the shinigami closer. Tsuzuki�s eyes were wide, but the fabric was tight and restricting him from struggling away. Muraki�s eyes started to slide shut, ignoring Tsuzuki�s panicked whimper.

When the gentle knocking sounded from the door. Muraki sighed in disappointment as Tsuzuki, almost crying in relief, bounded away from him.

There was a young, nervous looking man on the other side of the doorway. Just as Tsuzuki was about to ask if something was wrong, the man pulled out an old-fashioned pistol. �T-this is a-a r-robbery!� He stuttered. He nudged Tsuzuki with his gun. �B-back in-t-to th-the r-room.�

Tsuzuki really didn�t want to get shot today, so he allowed himself to get nudged back into the room. When they were in the bedroom, with Muraki being surprisingly absent, the kid told him to raise his hands.

Tsuzuki, not wanting to bleed over Tatsumi�s shirt, complied. Then the kid tilted his head, his cheeks blushing. �N-no, k-keep th-them ou-t.� Tsuzuki did so, and when the kid�s blush only intensified, he glanced down.

The way that he was now, Tatsumi�s shirt barely hung off his shoulders. And, to make things more uncomfortable, the kid wasn�t exactly looking at his face. Nor was he looking behind him, or he would have noticed a white figure who smacked him in the head, knocking the kid unconscious.

�Tsuzuki-san,� Muraki chided, stepping over the motionless body. �You should be more careful.� When Muraki�s gaze swept over him again, lingering in a certain area, Tsuzuki dropped his arms and clutched his shirt against him with a new intensity.

Muraki picked up the kid and went into the hallway. When Tsuzuki peered out the door, he saw that Muraki was dumping the kid in a laundry basket. Dusting off his hands, Muraki had a smirk that seemed oddly satisfied.

As Muraki passed Tsuzuki, a hand �slipped� up his thigh and tugged at his shirt. Tsuzuki jerked his shirt out of Muraki�s grasp, but just before he could close the door someone jammed his fingers in the frame.

The man seemed out of breath as if he had been running for a long time. �Excuse me, sir,� The man panted, glancing at Tsuzuki�s attire. �I was wondering where the Ice Machine is.� Another glance at Tsuzuki�s shirt, or lack there of.

A hand started sliding up the back of his shirt. �I don�t know.� Tsuzuki admitted while crossing his arms, wishing the man would stop looking at his chest. The hand started playing with the edge of his waistband. Tsuzuki reached behind him, and yanked out the hand.

�Are you sure?� Another low glance.

�Yes!� Tsuzuki�s voice cracked, making both the man wince, and the hand pause before continuing. Tsuzuki was then gently pulled aside as Muraki stepped forward and gave the man directions before closing the door.

�Now,� Muraki sighed happily, turning back to Tsuzuki. �Now we are alone.� He slowly walked over to Tsuzuki, who backed away.

His door was pushed open. A little kid wearing swimming trunks and a towel over his shoulders walked in Tsuzuki�s room. His giraffe plastic floating ring around his waist squeaked as he tried to fit in through the door, but he was forced to give up. He stood in the hallway, and gave Tsuzuki and Muraki an owlish look through his snorkel mask.

Muraki stared at the kid in disbelief. Tsuzuki, who had backed up to the bed, blinked at the kid, before breaking out in a smile. �You saved me!� He cheered.

The kid looked at them both confusedly, before turning to survey the room. �Is this the pool?� He asked, pulling the snorkel tube out of his mouth to make conversation possible.

Muraki ushered the child out. �No, this is not the pool.� He continued pushing out the kid until they were to the door. �Why don�t you go back to your parents?� He shut the door, cutting of the kid�s reply.

Very carefully and slowly, he walked over to the table to pour himself another cup of tea. Tsuzuki warily returned to his seat on the bed.

The silence stretched between the two as Muraki continued drinking. Finally, when he finished, he turned his heated gaze onto Tsuzuki. Tsuzuki squirmed, suddenly more uncomfortable than he had ever been during the whole past hour or so.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and that same woman who had brought Muraki pranced in.

�Ah, you seem much better!� She exclaimed cheerfully. �I�m so happy!�

Muraki gave her an indecipherable look, which, coming from him, spelled doom. She beamed back at him, oblivious. Tsuzuki huddled on the bed, trying to avoid either person�s gaze.

�Well then,� She chirped. �It looks like you need some dinner.� She bounded over to Tsuzuki and grabbed a convenient shirttail, making it clear that he could either go with her, or get Tatsumi�s shirt ripped.

Muraki made a coughing sound in the back of his throat to gain her attention. The woman was halfway out the door before she turned back to him.

�Oh, yes, you.� Muraki looked slightly hurt, having never been so profoundly ignored by the female community before. �You�re also invited to share a dinner with our guest.� The woman tugged at Tsuzuki�s open shirt to get him to hurry.

Muraki�s lips twitched into a near smile. �I suppose I could except dinner here.� He replied graciously.

***

Tsuzuki tried again to hide his yawn. Either he was successful, or no one really cared that he was about to pass out from exhaustion. He firmly suspected the latter.

Well, almost no one. Muraki, from across the table, looked up sharply at the noise. Tsuzuki gave him a sullen look, which Muraki grinned at before continuing to eat.

Tsuzuki pushed his food around on his plate. Besides the fact that he wasn�t hungry, (Oh the horror) he had the distinct impression that if he tried to swallow he�d end up choking.

Tsuzuki belatedly realized Muraki had said something. When Muraki noticed Tsuzuki hadn�t heard him, he repeated his comment. �You�re drooling in your food.� Tsuzuki snapped his mouth shut and wiped the saliva off his chin.

Muraki continued to look at him. �Are you alright?� He asked suddenly. Tsuzuki jerked and shook himself.

Before he could answer, a young waiter came up to their table. �Is everything going alright?� He asked, staring at Tsuzuki�s chest.

�Well no.� Tsuzuki mumbled, too tired to care that yet another person was ogling him.

�Yes.� Muraki replied evenly as Tsuzuki struggled to keep his eyes open. �Thank you, you may go now.� The waiter only left after the doctor gave him a warning look.

Tsuzuki reached up, intending to try to button his shirt again. Muraki stopped him by running a hand up his thigh, forcing Tsuzuki to snatch the hand away before it went too far.

Muraki smiled above the table, giving no indications of the things he was doing. Tsuzuki yawned again, blinking rapidly.

A small group of people gave Tsuzuki admiring looks as they passed the table. Tsuzuki sleepily realized they were all men. Muraki didn�t seem to notice them, as he had gone back to his food, still holding Tsuzuki�s hand.

The same waiter as before was back, refilling Tsuzuki�s glass of water. Only, because his gaze was sidetracked again, Tsuzuki�s glass began to overflow.

The waiter, noticing the mess, started apologizing and tried to clean it up. Unfortunately, he ended up spilling his pitcher on Muraki. The drenched homicidal maniac was giving the waiter a murderous stare. The poor waiter was too busy staring at Tsuzuki to notice.

Tsuzuki, feeling a migraine coming on, closed his eyes and prayed that the night would end.

***

When Tsuzuki woke up, he was back in his room. He was happily rested and quite comfortable. Well, comfortable except for the pain in his left nostril. Reaching up to scratch it, he was surprised to find a thinly rolled note sticking out of it.

After he read it, and just before he went into a mental breakdown, he wondered why Muraki would shove a note up his nose. Then his mind came close to shattering, realizing that he had let Muraki get that close to him without even realizing it.

Suddenly, a pounding on his door ensured. He barely touched it before Tatsumi stomped in, his hair surprisingly tangled and matted.

Spying both his toothbrush and hairbrush lying in the bathroom sink, Tatsumi quickly perfected his appearance and tucked them safely away in his coat.

�Tsuzuki-san.� He said with deadly calmness. �I do believe you are a little late for work. As your job starts at eight,� Tatsumi glanced meaningfully at the clock, �And it is now noon, I would suggest you return before someone �accidentally� forgets to pay you.� Tatsumi blinked as he suddenly found himself in a empty room.

No, the room wasn't quite empty. There was a conspicuous note on the ground. Tatsumi picked it up, his fingers diligently avoiding the mysterious green, gelatinous substance on the bottom of it, and opened it.

�Sunday� it said in writing that was too neat to be Tsuzuki�s. Tatsumi frowned quizzically at this. Why would Tsuzuki have a note that said a day of the week?

***

Tatsumi says:

In front of the Sailor Moon logo with the kanji for Yami no Matsuei dripping over it in red paint, Tatsumi stands before us.

�Today, we learned an important moral lesson.� Tatsumi coughs before continuing. (One has to wonder if he is hiding a laugh at the absurdity of all this) �Don�t tell lies.� He then whips out a copy of the story. �As you will see, here Tsuzuki tells the woman that he is sick when he is only drowsy. Because of that,� He flips through the next few pages. �Muraki comes to give him a checkup, and the story goes downhill from there.�

Tatsumi nods at a certain part. �You see, if Muraki wasn�t trying to seduce Tsuzuki through out the story, all these people wouldn�t have been interrupting them. And with the people interrupting him, Tsuzuki couldn�t get any sleep.�

�Continuing with the lesson,� He stresses, �If Tsuzuki had gotten sleep, then he would have gotten to work on time and gotten paid.� It is hard to tell, but if one listens hard enough, one can hear him grumble, �. . . toothbrush, of all things, my toothbrush . . .� Tatsumi�s face goes very scary for a few minutes.

�So remember children,� Tatsumi says, coming out of his �scary face mode�. �Don�t tell lies or psycho doctors from hell will get you.�

End of part 2