idealism | Fuda # 12 [Action/video]

I think it looks pretty.

[His ears appear to perk up, just a little.] We can? I just want to be sure. It was bad enough when I heard you cry earlier.

I don't cry. Ever. And I'm not pretty.

But we'll check it out anyway. Where'd you hear it coming from? [He stands and lets Tsuzuki lead, though he appears to be wiggling his hips quite a bit more when he moves.]

That's what made it so alarming! [He reaches for Hisoka's hand, guiding him towards the door. He only glances quickly at Hisoka's hips before he turns away, cheeks turning pink.]

I heard it from east. It reminded me of someone.

[He lets his hand be held for the purpose of keeping an eye on his partner. The fog is thick enough to easily separate them otherwise. Nevermind how dainty his hand probably feels in Tsuzuki's ~~on a normal day since Hisoka as a pretty little girl isn't all that big of a stretch~~.]

Do you know who?

Yes. [He tugs more insistently on Hisoka's hand, noticing how, well, girly it feels. Tsuzuki knows better than to ever mention that to Hisoka, though. He pushes himself forward into the fog, his ears moving forward on his head. If dog's have a sixth sense for trouble, Tsuzuki is experiencing a touch of it.] This isn't right. Everything is like that time.

Like what time? [He's too busy frowning at Tsuzuki's ears because costume pieces really shouldn't be doing that.]

[And they certainly shouldn't be able to make the fur stand on edge.] Do you think there's another bomb? There's too much mist, I can't tell. [He almost pulls himself free from Hisoka's grip in his urge to find the mist-person.] We have to hurry, Hisoka!

[Another wh--?! ...Oh, wait. Tsuzuki's that old. That's right.] Tsuzuki -- stop panicking so much -- it'll be fine. [Though he doesn't sound very fine. Damn these stupid clunky girl shoes, making it hard to run properly.]

[He turns back to Hisoka, torn between wanting to believe him and seeing a hallucination in his peripheral vision. It's difficult to be calm and collected when years of nightmares are hunting you down.] Hisoka... I don't want you to go, too. [He let's go of Hisoka's hand because he needs both of them to cover his own ears.]

[He's well aware that a loss of contact meant they'd be separated for sure in the fog, so when Tsuzuki pulls away he'll have a Hisoka clinging to his waist.] I'm not going anywhere, understand?! Whatever you're seeing isn't there!! It's just us out here!

But the screams-- [The hug pushes him backwards, but the nudge brings him back to reality. Tsuzuki sucks in a breath, wrapping his arms around Hisoka. To his relief his partner is real and solid, instead of turning into smoke like the other hallucinations.]

[Now if only his heart could slow down to normal rate, things would be easier. Sadly, he tries to make Hisoka understand what one of his hallucinations was about.] They said- they said--

They said things that weren't true. [His voice is terribly firm, even as his hands start trembling. It's hard to keep his own heart rate down when Tsuzuki's is so high.] You're here with me. Just me. N-nobody else. Understand?

I- I understand. [The slight tremble in his partner's voice makes Tsuzuki aware that he's pushing himself. For all his bravado, Hisoka could be seeing his own inner demons in the fog. Just the thought of Muraki is enough to make Tsuzuki hold Hisoka a little tighter, pushing himself to act as strong as the empath.] Hisoka, let's go inside.

[Don't be silly. Hisoka was above hallucinating things that weren't there. They were together under the same red moonlight, weren't they? It had eclipsed over the regular one not long after they'd left the house.] We shouldn't have come out in the first place. It's not safe.

I know. I can still hear her crying. [Hisoka's hallucinations are as subtle as they are terrifying. Tsuzuki avoid looking into his eyes, while he focuses on a detail on Hisoka's dress instead. It's remarkable how intricate it looks when they're outside. Even Hisoka looks a little different.] I don't remember what direction we came from.

It's that way. [Intricate indeed. If they're outside much longer, he might even start sounding different, softer.] Tsubaki-hime's pointing the way. [And though it would generally be alarming and unsettling to be staring at the leering girl standing at the edge of visibility with a bloodied hole in her dress, Hisoka sees her often enough in his head to make her presence feel almost routine.]

Tsu...? [A soft whine building in his chest, Tsuzuki begins to understand the depth of his partner's nightmares. One of his hands grasp Hisoka's again, although the growing canine instinct in him would rather nuzzle his ear .] What else can you see?

Same things you can see. [He gave a light scratch behind Tsuzuki's ear without really thinking much about it.] Come on. We need to get you back inside. [He's tugging a little more briskly now because he's almost positive he just caught a glimpse of something silver in the deeper forest.]

[Having his ears scratched reminds Tsuzuki of having his wings petted. It's a good way to calm him down quickly and makes him lean against the hand. His ears flicker forward in question when Hisoka removes his hand.] I didn't see Tsubaki-hime. The girl I saw was younger.

[He follows Hisoka obediently, until a cold wind whips at them. Tsuzuki stops and refuses to budge.]

Either way. Just move. [His (Her?) grip tightens around Tsuzuki's paw, turning to face him in a sudden frenzy when he becomes immobile.] Why did you stop?!

[He's very quiet, which is strange for him. He turns to Hisoka, his grip growing more firm.] Let's go another way. Can we go left?

You're going to get us lost... [But she acquiesces anyway, and lets him guide her deeper left.]

I won't get us lost. I can smell the house. [Tsuzuki attempts to make them go in a C shape around the path they were planning on using. Since the path is clear, Hisoka can draw conclusions at will.]

That's stupid! It's just a costume -- you do know you're not really a dog, right? [She's kind of hop-stepping behind him, though. Running too fast made the skirt swish like a giant bell, forcing her to keep an arm down to steady it. The outfit was designed for standing around looking cute, not so much for gallivanting around the wilderness.]

I know that, but I can really smell it! It smells like dinner. [He looks over his shoulder to make sure Hisoka's not twisting his ankles in those shoes. He freezes and looks at his partner more closely. No costume should be able to make Hisoka actually look like a girl. Maybe it's another hallucination, not his partner.] Er, Hisoka?

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