Disclaimer and whatnot. Honestly, I don't see the point in these, considering that if Tari, Tatsu, Tsuzu ,and Bon belonged to me, I would'nt be posting here. And I'd be a VEEERY happy foxy. Oh! And I don't own Muraki-san, either, except in bed….XD

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Watari leaned forward to measure the new sample of glyceride. He was humming to himself as usual, flitting around his lab like a humming bird, testing out his latest potion. The particular recipe he had found wasn't a sex-change potion, but some sort of energy replenisher…or something. Watari hadn't really looked. Anyhow, he was having a hard time keeping a hold on the test tube. He had to pour an exact amount of glyceride into the flask of black substance for it not to explode. His black fingerless gloves were getting in the way of holding the test tube steady. He would have to take them off.

Watari reached to place the test tube down, but its holder seemed to be missing. He scowled a little. Well that's just perfect…

" What is wrong with you, Yutaka?" he said to himself. 003 hooted, as if in agreement. " I'm just out of it today, aren't I, girl?" he said, nuzzling the tiny owl on his shoulder. "Oh well…."

He would just have to deal. He settled with using his teeth to pry his gloves off. He tugged first on the leather around the button, and, freeing the strap, peeled the thing off his hand. He was just placing it on his worktable when a loud BOOM ripped through the office.

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"But Tatsumiiiii….."

"No, Tsuzuki, I have told you before, you wreck our budget daily. I do not see the point in endorsing it any further. Or have you forgotten just how much you owe the Ministry?" Tatsumi sent out his lecture without looking at the other shinigami. He had paperwork due at the end of the week, which left him a grand three hours to sign an entire inbox full of documents.

Tsuzuki pouted. Why did Tatsumi have to be such a hard ass? All he wanted was a few hundred yen to buy a Cinnamoroll for Hisoka. The kid had never tasted one. Tsuzuki knew Hisoka's past was horrific, but to never have tasted a deluxe crème-covered, mouthwatering Cinamoroll? It was Tsuzuki's job to look after him, after all. Besides, he might have enough left to buy one for himself….

BOOM.

Tsuzuki's mind-rambling came to a halt as the building shook from the noise. He thought he heard some crashing glass…a window, maybe?

He glanced at Tatsumi. The Secretary hadn't so much as lifted his eyes from his paperwork.

"What was that!?" Tsuzuki exclaimed. "You think we should investigate?"

"No, Tsuzuki, if you paid any attention to anything but your stomach, you would have realized before that Watari blows his lab up once a week." Tatsumi knew this as fact, because he, as a secretary and the Ministry's accountant, had to use the budget to repair it every week.

" No." Tsuzuki's face was suddenly set. " It was louder than that. Watari's explosions are never this bad…"

Tatsumi stopped writing. He's right…and I already filed one for the damage Watari did yesterday… Tatsumi stood up. "Come on," he said to Tsuzuki, gliding past him and down the hall, Tsuzuki like a trained dog at his heels.

The two shinigami reached Watari's lab, but they weren't the first ones. Hisoka and Terazuma had come to see the damage as well. Hisoka turned as the others arrived.

"Did you hear that? It was almost supersonic."

" is he okay?" Tsuzuki said tentatively.

" I don't know," Hisoka looked worried. " We knocked, but he didn't answer, and the door's locked. I can't feel him in there, either." Hisoka's eyes shifted, and he clutched his elbow.

Tsuzuki looked to Tatsumi, who nodded. "Stand back."

Everyone gave him room, and Tatsumi summoned a shadow. It reared up like a snake, and plummeted under the door. Tatsumi concentrated, closing his eyes. He found the lock, and turned. There was a click. Tatsumi stepped back, and Tsuzuki rushed past him into the room.

"Watari!" called Tsuzuki. " Watari!" The Shinigami looked frantically. His violet eyes fell on golden curls peeping out from behind the worktable. "WATARI!"

He ran to the unconscious scientist, lifting his limp torso off the ground. The others were close behind him. Bits of skin were melding itself back onto Watari's cheek where the explosion had no doubt ripped the skin from bone. Terazuma gagged.

" That's so gross," he commented.

" at least he's not dead," Tsuzuki said, answering a little more harshly than he normally would if it had been anyone but Terazuma. Watari let out a moan and Tsuzuki's attention was averted. " He's waking up!"

Watari sat up, and Tsuzuki let go of him.

"Hey, are you alright?" Tsuzuki asked.

"No, I'm fine," Watari mumbled, rubbing his head a little. "Ow."

Tsuzuki sighed, relieved. Watari was back to normal. "Jeez, Tari-kun, you scared me. Be careful what chemicals you mix from now on, okay? "

" It wasn't me this time, I didn't even---wait." Watari paused. " Who are you?"

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Dun dun duuuunnnn….

End chapter one. Why? Because I'm tired of typing for now.

Tatsumi: You are so irresponsible.

Ryo: whaaa? MEEEE? -pokes-

Tatsumi: -glare-

Ryo: -runs away-

Tatsumi: reviews are greatly appreciated. It lets the author know if they are doing a good job or not. I advise you to take part. Or else. –scary Tatsumi look-