Disclaimer: I don't own Yami. Plz don't sue me. I already got robbed (basically) of nearly all of my Japan trip money. I don't need the drama.
Watari
Do you believe in love at first sight, Tatsumi? You never did strike me as the kind, but maybe there's a romantic hidden behind that serious face of yours.
I keep remembering the day we first met. The first thing that struck me was how very different we are. Polar opposites, in fact. My hair is long, blond and unmanageable. Yours is short and brown, always swept across your face with a casual elegance mine will never achieve. My eyes are honey colored, yours vivid sapphire blue. We wear different glasses: mine are round, yours square (I always joked that they mirrored your personality). I always wear comfortable clothes under my generally rumpled lab coat, you wear that brown suit, always neat, nothing out of order even by a millimeter.
Then there's our workspaces. My lab looks a bit like Hiroshima after it got nuked. Bottles, ingredients, binder full of stained pages of my formulas and recipes... a total disaster. Your office is ship-shape and Bristol fashion, organized so well you make Martha Stewart look like... well, like ME.
But I couldn't help but like you right away, probably BECASE we're polar opposites. And it's not like this is uncommon in the ministry. As far as I can tell, you and I are part of one big family of problem-children, all pieced together from way too many broken homes.
As I write this, I'm watching the daily circus. You're scolding Tsuzuki because he ate all the rice cakes (better hope he doesn't break out the boo-boo lip, or you're gonna crumple like a house of cards). The kid is filling out paper work, glancing every now and then at Saya and Yuma, hoping they don't untie themselves and escape. Wakaba is cleaning the ashes from Terazuma's desk, and The Gushoshin are throwing a wobbly because the books Terazuma returned reek of cigarettes (what did they expect? That guy smokes like a chimney!). Konoe and I glance at each other and smile. Ain't life grand?
But behind all of this? They still haven't found any sign of Muraki. I know Tsuzuki watches all the news, reads all the papers, even those online, always searching for something to point to Muraki.
You watch him constantly, always wearing that sad look of yours. I hate that look. The combination of beauty and sorrow is heartbreaking.
Bon is also worse for wear. He hasn't been eating well, I think. He's thinner than normal. He's also paler than usual, with dark purple shadows under his eyes. But that's not all. He's developed the habit of bitting the skin around his fingernails.
When I mention to him that he's not looking well, he says he's fine, and tells me to leave him alone. I spoke to his landlord a few days ago, and he told me that the kid often wakes up screaming horribly. I don't know what to do.
... Well, THAT got a little off- topic. I guess the whole point to this is just that I need to get my thoughts down somewhere. I need to sort out what's going on. And I want to get up the strength to say the three words running through my head whenever I look at you. But neither of us needs the drama right now.
Maybe someday you'll notice that there have been no explosions from the lab recently, or that I haven't spike the coffee in over a month. Maybe you'll ask me what's up and I'll spill. But for now, I'll just watch and wait...
A/N: This is all really random, I guess, but I don't think Watari has a really structured thought process. This is really just rantings.
Up next: Tsuzuki.
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