To: Zee

Title: Traditions

Fandom: Yami no Matsuei / Descendants of Darkness

Pairing: WatarixTatsumi

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"What is that?" Seiichiro Tatsumi, lover of order and cleanliness, stared up at the plant attached to the doorframe of his office, a small curl raising the corner of his lip.

"It's mistletoe," a voice said cheerfully from behind him.

Seiichiro turned, fast enough to deflect anything the Judgement Bureau's resident mad scientist might be throwing/siccing/spilling at/on him, but slow enough to maintain at least the appearance of decorum. "I can see that, Watari. Why is it here?"

Yuutaka beamed, his hands clasped behind his back, and tilted his head just a fraction to the side as if to say, What? I'm harmless! "It's tradition. Don't pretend you don't know that."

Seiichiro stared. "I know exactly what your Christmas tradition is, Yuutaka Watari, and it's not going to work this year."

"That's what you say every winter."

The older man wrinkled his nose in annoyance. "Mistletoe is a little cheap, even for you. All I can say is that this had better be gone by tomorrow, and it better not have cost one red ce --"

"Tatsumi!"

Both of them started at the shout, heads jerking to see Tsuzuki running up the hallway. He reached them and grabbed Tatsumi's arm, panting. "Monster!"

Tatsumi started. "What? A monster?"

"It's horrible!" Tsuzuki said, tugging on Tatsumi's arm. "It's got Hisoka, and it kept saying something about a soul, and it -- it ate Byakko!"

"What?" Tatsumi glanced down the hallway, but he couldn't see anything. There were no cries, and he could sense nothing. The monster must be powerful indeed to shield from him. "Show me where. I'll take care of it!"

"This way!" Tsuzuki said, turning, but Watari grabbed Tatsumi's arm.

"Wait, you're forgetting something!"

"Wh --" The word was almost out of his mouth as Tatsumi turned, but suddenly a blond head was blocking his light, and Watari planted a kiss, warm and exuberant, right on Tatsumi's mouth.

Sputtering, red-faced, Tatsumi jerked back, smearing the feeling off his lips with the tips of his fingers. "Watari --! What are you --?!"

Watari produced a box of mini cakes with a French name, seemingly out of nowhere, and passed them to Tsuzuki.

Tatsumi gaped.

"Merry Christmas, Asato-kun," Watari said brightly.

"Merry Christmas, Watari-san," Tsuzuki chirruped back, even more brightly. "Let's do business again in the new year." And then, with a wink to Tatsumi, he vanished.

Tatsumi stared. And stared. And slowly, oh ho hoooo so slowly, rounded on the scientist. "... Yuutaka..."

"Yes, Seiichiro-kun~?"

"You planned this."

"Of course." More smiling.

This was not at all the way Tatsumi had forseen his day going. "But the monster," he tried weakly, already feeling the pain of a distinct loss.

Watari just smiled some more. "Let's go finish our Christmas tradition, shall we?" He hooked an arm through Tatsumi's, tugging him back toward the taller man's office.

"But the monster... "

"Don't worry," Watari said, still beaming. "I'll give you something to scream about."