Tsuzuki and Hisoka get stuck with a baby after his mother dies. Then, Mike comes up with a great idea to fix their problem.
Chapter Eight: Hoto-chan’s Gift:
February 27th, 2010.
The night patrol can be so slow. At least it gives time to reflect. Tsuzuki and Hisoka patrolled Nagasaki tonight. The older Shinigami looked at his partner. Hisoka looked far away as usual lately. Tsuzuki wondered what was wrong.
“You know, Hisoka,” he said. “I’m here for you if you want to talk.” Hisoka said nothing. Tsuzuki forced himself to smile.
“Nice night, huh?” he asked. “You know what? We should have lunch outside together, just the two of us. I could just…”
“Enough already!” Hisoka snapped. Tsuzuki paused.
“Hisoka-kun?” he asked. His partner didn’t look up.
“Just stop,” he said. “Stop. You don’t have to feel guilty about it.” Tsuzuki opened his mouth to speak, but his partner held up his hand.
“Stop talking,” he said. The older Shinigami closed his mouth and looked away. That bad? But then, Hisoka paused.
“Shhh, you hear that?” he whispered.
“Hear what?” Tsuzuki whispered back. Hisoka waved him off. He listened closely in the dark. A low groan filled the air. The Shinigami tried to find the source. Hisoka pointed down the alley.
“There?” his partner asked. The boy nodded. They crept down to said direction. A hooker sat against the wall of an abandoned bank. She looked about nineteen years old in her schoolgirl uniform. Her bangs hid her eyes. The Shinigami rushed over to her.
“Miss, are you okay?” Tsuzuki asked. “Miss? Miss?”
“Tsuzuki, look!” Hisoka exclaimed. The older Shinigami’s eyes trailed down to the girl’s stomach.
“Oh crap…” he mumbled. Her shirt stained scarlet red. Tsuzuki lifted the soaked material. Blood poured from the gaping wound in her abdomen. She coughed up blood. Her lips murmured something. Tsuzuki tried to listen closely.
“Don’t talk!” Hisoka barked. “Try to stay alive!”
“Ba… by…” the girl mumbled. “Ba… by… My… baby…” Then, she collapsed over forward. Tsuzuki backed up and felt for a pulse. Hisoka waited for a pregnant moment. His partner looked up and shook his head. Hisoka lowered his eyes. Tsuzuki sat back.
“She said,” he said. Hisoka looked up. His partner tried to piece it together in his head.
“What was it?” he asked. Tsuzuki thought harder.
“Baby?” Hisoka offered. His older partner looked up.
“Huh?” he asked. They paused when they heard a cry. Both guys looked up.
“What was that?” Tsuzuki asked. The crying grew louder.
“That way!” Hisoka said. Both men ran further down the alley. The crying grew louder with each step.
“Up there!” Hisoka yelled. He raced over to find a baby lying on the ground crying. The younger Shinigami picked up the child.
“Is that…” Tsuzuki began to ask. Hisoka nodded.
“Oh…” his partner mumbled.
“What do we do?” Hisoka asked. “We can’t raise this baby alone.”
“We’ll think of something,” Tsuzuki said. Boy, his words sounded empty.
“But what about now?” Hisoka asked.
“Uh…” Tsuzuki replied. “Well… uh…” Sweat drop on Hisoka’s head
“You don’t know, do you?” he asked. Tsuzuki lowered his head.
“No…” he mumbled. Hisoka sighed.
“You’re hopeless,” he muttered.
For eight days, the two Shinigami took turns caring for the baby. Not easy to manage. Maybe time for help? The answer came with a little visit at Kimoto Manor. Mike came over to see the girls after so long. To his curiosity, he noticed Tsuzuki and Anna moving boxes out of the house. The demon threaded over to the couple.
“Hello guys!” he greeted them. Tsuzuki and Anna looked up.
“Hey Mike!” Anna cheered. The demon made it to them. He eyes the various boxes around them.
“What’s all this?” he asked.
“I’m moving out!” she announced.
“What? Why?” the demon asked. Tsuzuki put his arm around Anna’s waist.
“She’s moving with me,” he announced.
“Oh, I see,” Mike said. From the steps, the baby cried. Tsuzuki sighed as Mike looked at that direction.
“And a new baby too?” he asked. Tsuzuki nervously laughed.
“It’s not like that,” he said.
“Oh?” Mike asked. The Shinigami put down the box he held.
“Long story,” he said. “Don’t really know what to do with the kid.” Mike came up with an interesting idea.
“I think I can help,” he said. “Come with me.” The four went down to Wisteria House. Mike slid open the door.
“Hoto-chan!” he called. “Come out! Tsuzuki brought you a little present!” The Shinigami blinked.
“Present?” he asked.
“Go with me on this,” the demon whispered. “She needs it!” The loli demon finally came to the door. Anna and Tsuzuki jaws just dropped. Hotaru had on a black veil over her face. Her eyes looked puffy with tears. She looked at the crew.
“What is it?” she said in a hoarse voice. Tsuzuki stepped forward.
“Uh… Hisoka… and I found this baby a while back and…” he said. Hoto-chan’s eyes lit up as she gasped.
“Oh,” she said. “Who’s the little cutie?” She walked over and picked up the baby. Then, Hotaru frowned.
“You haven’t fed him properly,” she said.
“Him?” Tsuzuki asked.
“Yeah, can’t you tell?” the loli demon asked.
“No…” Tsuzuki mumbled as he lowered his head.
“Hm,” Hotaru said. “Does he have a name?”
“No…” he said. The loli demon looked at the baby’s face closely. She gave him a big smile.
“I’ll call him Akira!” she chirped. The baby’s little giggled healed her heart.