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fic: Apple Pie
Title: Apple Pie
Series: Death Note, Yami no Matsuei
Character/pairing: L, Tsuzuki, Hisoka
Rating: pg-13
Word count: 656
Author's note: fic_promptly: any, who let you in here?
Not a lot was known about their latest recruit, though he wasn't much to look at. Perennially sleepless, shoeless, and shiftless, he didn't exactly give off the most hardworking air. Actually, he was just slightly above "Tsuzuki in a pie shop" when it came to looks, but of course, looks were deceiving.
Hisoka certainly hadn't judged him, though Tatsumi seemed to be very tight lipped when his name was mentioned.
Though sources said he was a genius law officer before he died, and he had died suddenly under mysterious circumstances. He wasn't exactly talking about much, except that he seemed fairly driven, and was very interested in the "Kira case" they'd been investigating as of late.
Of course, people who lived long, fulfilling lives and died in their sleep didn't become shinigamis.
He did have one quirk, however: he was always eating. He even beat Tsuzuki in this respect, and that was no small feat. It had, however, lead to some tense situations.
Like today, Wakaba had brought one pie for them and laid it out on a table in one of the side rooms of the large halls of Meifu generally used for eating. Tsuzuki had instantly brightened, going to whatever cloud nine he reached upon the arrival of sweets.
"Apple pie! My favorite!" He said. He leaned over it, his eyes shining.
Hisoka glanced his way in a languid, indifferent manner.
Tsuzuki reached out, but Watari threw his hand out.
"Now, now, Tsuzuki. Now, for my latest invention–!" He whipped out a perfectly plain looking pie cutter.
"For the last time, you didn't invent the pie cutter," Tatsumi said.
"No, but mine is better," Watari said sharply.
Tatsumi sighed. "If the pie explodes, it's coming out of your paycheck."
He hummed as he sliced it into eight pieces. Throughout this, the latest shinigami and Tsuzuki each watched with wide eyes.
"I'm not hungry," Hisoka said.
"But, Hisoka, you should eat—" Tsuzuki said with concern.
"I did eat, you idiot. You fed me breakfast, then dragged me to a pre-lunch snack, and then there was lunch. I'm full."
"Oh. Then I'll gladly eat your piece of pie for you!" Tsuzuki said.
"Pie's one duty Tsuzuki never shirks," Watari said with a smile.
"Damn straight," Tsuzuki said.
"Wait a minute, Tsuzuki-san..."
They all turned to the new shinigami.
His fork was outstretched to the last piece of pie. His piece had already disappeared to nothing but crumbs on his cheek. For a moment they stared each other down. Tsuzuki looked determined, willing to fight to the death for that last piece of pie. For a moment Hisoka wondered if they'd lose yet another building to Tsuzuki's shikigami.
The new shinigami looked back with surprising determination of his own. Even though he still sort of resembled a homeless crackhead, you really got the feeling he might bludgeon you with his crack pipe and/or empty bottle of beer. Or possible knowledge.
"Consider that there was another pie. A bigger juicer pie," he said.
Tsuzuki's eyes widened even more.
"Where?"
He pointed to the side. "Over there."
Tsuzuki looked and in that moment the pie was snatched up.
"That's what they call genius these days?" Watari said.
"It doesn't exactly take a genius to win over Tsuzuki," Tatsumi sighed.
Tsuzuki silently wept over the loss of his pie. Hisoka rolled his eyes.
"I'll bake you another one, you idiot," he muttered, looking away.
Tsuzuki let out a cheer. The new shinigami had already wandered out to inspect the swivel chairs. Tatsumi let out a longsuffering sigh which Hisoka guessed meant not another crazy coworker...
Hisoka figured he'd have to take a whole lot more cooking lessons from Wakaba if there was to be any peace in Meifu.
Series: Death Note, Yami no Matsuei
Character/pairing: L, Tsuzuki, Hisoka
Rating: pg-13
Word count: 656
Author's note: fic_promptly: any, who let you in here?
Not a lot was known about their latest recruit, though he wasn't much to look at. Perennially sleepless, shoeless, and shiftless, he didn't exactly give off the most hardworking air. Actually, he was just slightly above "Tsuzuki in a pie shop" when it came to looks, but of course, looks were deceiving.
Hisoka certainly hadn't judged him, though Tatsumi seemed to be very tight lipped when his name was mentioned.
Though sources said he was a genius law officer before he died, and he had died suddenly under mysterious circumstances. He wasn't exactly talking about much, except that he seemed fairly driven, and was very interested in the "Kira case" they'd been investigating as of late.
Of course, people who lived long, fulfilling lives and died in their sleep didn't become shinigamis.
He did have one quirk, however: he was always eating. He even beat Tsuzuki in this respect, and that was no small feat. It had, however, lead to some tense situations.
Like today, Wakaba had brought one pie for them and laid it out on a table in one of the side rooms of the large halls of Meifu generally used for eating. Tsuzuki had instantly brightened, going to whatever cloud nine he reached upon the arrival of sweets.
"Apple pie! My favorite!" He said. He leaned over it, his eyes shining.
Hisoka glanced his way in a languid, indifferent manner.
Tsuzuki reached out, but Watari threw his hand out.
"Now, now, Tsuzuki. Now, for my latest invention–!" He whipped out a perfectly plain looking pie cutter.
"For the last time, you didn't invent the pie cutter," Tatsumi said.
"No, but mine is better," Watari said sharply.
Tatsumi sighed. "If the pie explodes, it's coming out of your paycheck."
He hummed as he sliced it into eight pieces. Throughout this, the latest shinigami and Tsuzuki each watched with wide eyes.
"I'm not hungry," Hisoka said.
"But, Hisoka, you should eat—" Tsuzuki said with concern.
"I did eat, you idiot. You fed me breakfast, then dragged me to a pre-lunch snack, and then there was lunch. I'm full."
"Oh. Then I'll gladly eat your piece of pie for you!" Tsuzuki said.
"Pie's one duty Tsuzuki never shirks," Watari said with a smile.
"Damn straight," Tsuzuki said.
"Wait a minute, Tsuzuki-san..."
They all turned to the new shinigami.
His fork was outstretched to the last piece of pie. His piece had already disappeared to nothing but crumbs on his cheek. For a moment they stared each other down. Tsuzuki looked determined, willing to fight to the death for that last piece of pie. For a moment Hisoka wondered if they'd lose yet another building to Tsuzuki's shikigami.
The new shinigami looked back with surprising determination of his own. Even though he still sort of resembled a homeless crackhead, you really got the feeling he might bludgeon you with his crack pipe and/or empty bottle of beer. Or possible knowledge.
"Consider that there was another pie. A bigger juicer pie," he said.
Tsuzuki's eyes widened even more.
"Where?"
He pointed to the side. "Over there."
Tsuzuki looked and in that moment the pie was snatched up.
"That's what they call genius these days?" Watari said.
"It doesn't exactly take a genius to win over Tsuzuki," Tatsumi sighed.
Tsuzuki silently wept over the loss of his pie. Hisoka rolled his eyes.
"I'll bake you another one, you idiot," he muttered, looking away.
Tsuzuki let out a cheer. The new shinigami had already wandered out to inspect the swivel chairs. Tatsumi let out a longsuffering sigh which Hisoka guessed meant not another crazy coworker...
Hisoka figured he'd have to take a whole lot more cooking lessons from Wakaba if there was to be any peace in Meifu.