Howdy! Long time, no see. So here is a story I published on here a while ago, that "mysteriously" disappeared off of this database.. Hopefully' it'll fare better this time around. Fingers crossed! Anywho, onwards with the story! P.S.- I do not own or make any money or commission for this interpretation of YnM.
Inside the fourth floor loft of a complex of luxury Tokyo apartments, a flurry of germs and disease floated about. In the only bedroom, an inconveniently congested shinigami was just now coming again to rest on his plush bed. The last sneeze had sent him flying, literally.
'I swear when you die, you'd think you wouldn't get sick anymore,' Watari thought while blowing his nose. 'Great. Now I can't go to work. Dammit, I almost had a breakthrough yesterday! That means another delay on that elusive gender solution.' A series of coughs rocked the poor man, thrusting him hard into the headboard of his bed.
"Ow. I hope I didn't dent the damned thing." the scientist found himself muttering aloud.
He leaned over to his nightstand to retrieve a long lost renegade box of tissues. 'Why did I sit that over there? I knew I was gonna need it.' He shook his head. 'Where is 003?' He looked about his room for the missing bird. After his blurry eyesight failed him in his scan for the second time, he finally decided to call her. A long, shrill whistle echoed throughout the vast apartment. Moments later, the flapping of wings was heard in the corner of the bedroom. An annoyed hoot filled Watari's tired ears. 'Oh. That's right. I forgot I put her there last night. Now the question of the day is: Why did I put her there?!' A rustle of something soft pricked the sick man's senses. 003's nest was on the edge of a bookshelf a few feet from his bed, covered in used tissues. All that could be seen of the tiny aviator was her head. Glaring dangerously at her master, she let loose a tirade of hoots, no doubt scolding him on the location of the garbage can. He had (ever so thoughtfully) placed the trash receptical right under 003's nesting place.
"Shit. I'm sorry, girl. I swear I didn't mean to. I have terrible aim." He failed miserably at leaning to pet the poor unsanitary fowl. She leveled him with a glare and snapped her beak at his fingers. "Hey! I apologized.." He wisely retracted his extended digits. 'Dammit Tsuzuki! I knew I shouldn't have gone out with him last night!'
A routine night of fun and drinking was rudely interrupted by Mother Nature, who sent pouring rains down from her furious sky. "Well, we're gonna have to go sometime." Tsuzuki told him, while simultaneously bringing his jacket collar over his head in a makeshift shield. "I guess so." Watari replied, while doing the same. The two hurried through the wet streets in search of either shelter or their respective homes, whichever came first. Relief came in the form of Tsuzuki and Hisoka's apartment building.
"Damn! That really got us, huh?" Tsuzuki observed, excited. His odd eyes shone bright.
'Figures that something like this would make him excited,' Watari thought with a small smile. "Yeah. I thought we weren't gonna make it," he said with a laugh. "Hurry up and get inside. Bon will kill me if you get sick. By the way, tell him goodnight for me."
"Sure thing. You know, I'm kinda glad he didn't come with us tonight. He hates getting wet. I bet he's glad that documentary came on tonight. He probably watched the damned news and saw it was gonna rain. He could've told me."
Tsuzuki's eyes had a habit of shining immeasurably when he spoke of his young lover. Now was no different. His amethyst eyes glittered impossibly bright. Watari's smile grew larger. 'I wonder if Seii's eyes look like that when he thinks of me?' the blonde mused. "He probably forgot."
"I doubt it. He just has it out for me, that's all."
"Right. What did you do now?"
"Something about cold feet and snoring in his ear."
"That would do it. Ah, the sweet smell of revenge." the blonde winked at his evening companion.
"He probably won't like the smell of me when I get up there." Tsuzuki muttered.
"Well, let's not keep the inevitable waiting, shall we?" the scientist hinted, while eyeing the entrance.
"Ugh. You want details, don't you?"
"Of course, love! What's life without a little sunshine?"
"Right. Sunshine meaning laughter at your friend's expense, because he had a fight with his boyfriend and had to sleep on the couch. You know I bought that damned bed. I oughta make his ass sleep on the damn couch.."
"But you won't, because you love him and that would be very ungentlemanly of you. Plus, it's uncommonly cold in your living room. And a cold Bon equals a grumpy Bon. And a grumpy Bon equals an entirely impossible to deal with Tsuzuki-san," The blond reasoned.
"Damn you and your logic." Tsuzuki hung his head.
"My logic is undeniable." the blonde winked. His companion uttered a deep sigh.
"Well, here I go. Wish me luck." Tsuzuki slowly turned to meet his fate.
"Break a leg, sweetness." His words were met with a glare.
"Love you, too, bro. See ya tomorrow!" Watari dashed off with a wave.
A couple of blocks from his complex, the soaked man's arms grew tired of shielding him from the rain. So he let them hang, pumping madly at either side of him, giving him that much more momentum to reach his home's front stairs, and warm, dry clothes.
Now here in his bed, Watari suddenly found himself regretting his arms' lack of stamina. 'Ugh. I'm gonna have to call in sick.'
Another round of coughs shook his thin frame.
'Shit. Tatsumi's gonna kill me.'