A/N: Long overdue story for someone that mentioned that Hisoka and Watari should be together. This is what came from that suggestion. Hope you enjoy. Special thanks to my beta Brokenshardsofmyheart99!

Disclaimer: I do not own Yami no Matsuei.

Abnormal Situation

The ephemeral rain had left him with a soaked head and jacket. It was better than being struck down by lightning, he figured, but it didn't help his situation in the least. Just two weeks ago he had learned that he would have to get either a new job or live in the streets. All of his remaining relatives had disowned him, he had no friends, and now he was clutching at hope for a miracle.

Shaking his head free from all the water, he looked up at now sunny sky. Never before had he noticed it, but now he might have more time to look at it. He took off his graying black jacket and held onto to it by placing it over his arm. His pants already had tears in them and his shoes were filled with mud in the inside which irritated him to no end. In his mind, he knew that if he had been brought up in another manner he'd be crying right at this point. However, he was not like that.

After shaking of a feverish feeling, he heard a growl from his stomach. Though he had lost track of when he had last eaten something decent, he knew that he would not last another month in his current condition. Even when he had lived with his relatives, they never once had cared enough for him to give him a courteous amount of food. It brought a scowl to his face any time he saw people waste food. Of course, he knew there were people in the world that suffered more than him, but it still didn't make it right. Many things were wrong in this world, in his opinion.

He bowed his head and resumed his walk. Even though he acknowledged the many wrongs in the world and in his country, it wasn't as if he could do something. Earlier on, he had heard of a group that broke many laws, in protest to their country's state. To may of the aristocrats that he knew that would have seem as something offensive, but to him it seemed like something heroic. They fought for the things that they believed in and in the process broke many laws that were unjust.

"So much for the law being absolute," he said. His walking had led him to the nicer part of his hometown. There was no way he was going to be able to waltz in there and not be thrown in jail, noble name or not. At once, he turned around and walked off in the opposite direction, but had bumped onto someone. He would've fallen down, but the person held him back, preventing the fall.

"Well, it seems to be my day. I never had a woman fall for me," the playful voice said. It snapped him back from the shock.

Looking up, he saw a man-- with the way he was looking at him, he was sure --with long hair, but with a different color than he was used to seeing. His eyes were beyond eccentric-looking, yet held kindness deep within them. Whether unfortunate or not, the thing he noticed the most was the man's hand traveling downward from his back.

He gasped and pushed the man away. "What the hell? I'm not a woman!" he shouted at the man that was now on the ground. Many spectators glanced at the scene, faces frowned or set in disgust. To his surprise, the man laughed. He stood up and dusted himself up, then he offered a his hand.

"My name is Yutaka Watari. I happen to be a respected scientist, just so you know," the man said. He wasn't sure whether to take his hand or not, but it seemed impolite to just gawk.

He extended his own arm, grasped Yutaka Watari's hand, and shook. "My name is Hisoka," he responded. The man nodded and smiled at him.

"No offense, but it seems like you've seen better days. Are your living accommodations--"

"I'm about to live in the streets, so there's no point in being polite to someone that's not in your class, Mr. Watari," he interrupted, bitterness in his tone.

The scientist surprised him by not scolding him for his usage of tone. "How unfortunate for you. Luckily, I happen to be moving into an awfully big mansion. I'll need many servants to help me… How will I ever live with no help?"

If it wasn't for the man's playful tone, he would've been insulted. Hisoka had heard the invitation, but whether to take it or not was up to him. It would be nice to not live on the streets, but if the so-called scientist tried something like earlier then that would pose a problem.

Deep in his mind, he had not noticed that the man had begun to poke him on the arm. Before he could snap the man stopped and said, "You know, some people would just say yes and be grateful. You're different, aren't you, Hisoka?" he asked, kindness brought back to his voice.

For whatever reason that he had not yet come to in his mind, he agreed-- to both questions.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Should I go on?