Distractions
Kurosaki Hisoka was annoyed.
Of course, this was not a terribly unusual state for him. He actually spent a lot of his time annoyed, perhaps even the majority of his time. In particular, he was annoyed with his partner, Tsuzuki. And that wasn’t unusual, either; the majority of the time he was annoyed, it was with Tsuzuki.
For once, however, it wasn’t really Tsuzuki’s fault. And Hisoka had to admit that, at least, he was getting really good at performing reibaku. Why was it, he wondered as he chanted the by-now-familiar words, that his partner was so prone to getting possessed by demons?
I mean, one couldn’t argue that the demon was getting a pretty good deal. Massive strength, twelve Shikigami, telekinetic powers, and a gorgeous body on top of it.
Hisoka frowned at himself and tried to concentrate on the reibaku spell.
So he could see the appeal, at least from a demon’s perspective. Tsuzuki was, in one neat package, someone they could take over and use to control the world or destroy it, whichever they preferred. And he was pretty easy to possess, too. Demons used the cracks in people’s minds, the chinks in their mental and emotional armor – and Tsuzuki had those by the dozen. He was vulnerable.
Hisoka chewed on his lip and accidentally repeated a word in the delicate spell. He winced when the psychic power flared out and nearly knocked him on his ass, and had to force himself to start over.
Okay, logically speaking, he had to admit it: Tsuzuki was attractive to demons.
And only to demons, he reminded himself firmly.
Because it wasn’t like he liked Tsuzuki or anything like that. His partner had been forced on him when he would have preferred someone much more hard-working, intelligent, and competent. And demon-proof, he decided, while he was making a wish list. Tsuzuki annoyed him constantly, with his incessant whining for food, his puppy dog ears and foolish smiles, his rumpled suits and perpetual tardiness.
Not to even mention that he brought all kinds of trouble. Demons. Reprimands for badly filed reports. A tighter budget so he wouldn’t buy twelve apple pies. Muraki every time they turned around.
Yes, it was very clear to Hisoka that his partner was a burden and nothing more, and he had gotten so worked up thinking about it that he almost missed another word of the spell, which would have been especially bad the second time, and couldn’t this demon just die already? He wanted to swear but couldn’t, being in the middle of the spell, and anyway, it was just not fair that the demon had made Tsuzuki remove his shirt to display the curse mark and the aforementioned gorgeous body that he had snagged.
Damn it.
Hisoka completed the spell, expelled the demon with a burst of sound and light, glared at his partner through the wibbling, and wondered why there was no spell to exorcise his hormones.