For NaPap

This is Watari/Oriya and Tatsumi/Tsuzuki fiction. It is shounen ai/yaoi. I warned you. This idea took me a million years, and isn't fully developed but I haven't submitted anything so I threw chapter one together hurriedly so NaPap and ya'll could read it while I work on chapter 2, which won't take near as long. I have Wandering Aimlessly to work on, too, so updates shall take a while. Oh, and this Bleach fiction I'm doing as well. Go ahead and check all that awesomeness out, you guys!!

I couldn't come up with a title, but I wrote this for NaPap, the insanely good author. Go read her Oriya/Watari and Muraki/Tsuzuki fiction! It's superb!

I do not own Yami no Matsuei.

.Watari Yutaka.

Tatsumi was glaring at the wall. I don't know why Tatsumi was glaring at the wall because the wall wasn't what was causing the bureau to lose money at an alarming rate. The thing that was causing the bureau to lose money at an alarming rate was missing.

Yeah. Tsuzuki.

Wall hadn't done anything to deserve Tatsumi's smoldering glare so I interrupted the secretary's boiling thoughts on Tsuzuki's second death, "Tatsumi! Where's Tsuzuki?"

Hisoka lowered his book briefly, "I think he overslept again. We haven't seen him."

Tsuzuki had been kinda fussy lately. We thought he wasn't getting enough sleep (or sweets), but he would show up late for work every day, claiming he'd slept in. Then, at breakfast, he wouldn't even eye the sweets laid out before him. That worried all of us.

Now, he was late again, but more late than usual and the idea of him skipping out altogether for the day was becoming quite appealing to me.

Hisoka jumped. He dropped his book to the floor and gasped loudly. I looked at Tatsumi to see if his rage had escalated, and Hisoka was picking it up, but when I saw him, he wasn't very angry at all. He looked shocked. He was standing, and before I could say anything, he was out the door and transporting away somewhere.

"Hisoka! Hey, kid! What's going on?" I hadn't felt anything. Apparently, Hisoka was sensing something and Tatsumi seemed to be able to feel it too. I almost felt left out. If Tatsumi could feel whatever it was Hisoka felt, then it must be… "Where's Tsuzuki?" I rephrased, careful not to touch the boy.

"Kyoto." He said, eyes shut. He breathed slowly so I knew he was recovering. I could leave him.

"I'm gonna go!" I transported and came to rest in a rainy street. People were too busy hurrying away for shelter to notice my conspicuous appearance in the middle of the road. Somehow, I had landed near enough to Tatsumi to feel his energy. I wasn't very good at sensing things. Better at Tsuzuki than Tatsumi, really. Tsuzuki had more power than he knew what to do with, though. Right now, he was too far away for me to feel so I just headed towards Tatsumi, who would ultimately take me there. I wonder how Tatsumi and Hisoka felt Tsuzuki even though he wasn't even in Meifu with us.

What in Kyoto was Tsuzuki still needing to see?

Muraki.

Why? What was then point of reinitiating a relationship with that freak? It was just cause him (and us) monumental amounts of difficulty. But he was the only thing in Kyoto that could still spark Tsuzuki's interest. The Kokakuro. It was the only place I could think of where Muraki might be. The ruins of the buildings Touda had burned down probably didn't hold his interest anymore. Maybe Tsuzuki's, but not his.

So I moved in the general direction of the building. It was nearby but I still wasn't 100 sure where it was exactly. All I knew was that by the time I reached the place I would be completely drenched. How irritating. I guess whatever fight I was about to have with Muraki couldn't be won with my devilish good looks.

I arrived at the brothel much faster than I'd thought I would, but I was still drenched. Whoever it was that worked here had better be hospitable. I jumped and gave out a sharp, girlish shriek as I heard a horrible crash inside the building. I could not feel Tsuzuki's energy, but I knew he was in there. I could feel Muraki's energy. It was seething and dismal, as usual. It always felt like a very hot, very heavy, black steam. Kinda made me tired, and relaxed. This didn't bother me as much as it probably should have.

"YOU IDIOT!" It would have been very interesting if Muraki had been the one yelling, but in this particular case it had been Tatsumi. Much more ordinary.

I strolled into the fine place to an interesting scene. Muraki, on the ground, wounded, bleeding. Tatsumi, holding Tsuzuki around the waist as he tried passionately to fling himself upon the injured Muraki, who was being helped by the brown-haired samurai (what was his name?) we'd met about a year ago. Blood oozed out of Muraki's strangely casual shirt, and he did not wear his custom, calm expression, he looked absolutely miserable. His face was wretched, contorted with emotional pain. Tears flooded over his lashes and streamed freely down his pale skin as he gasped and clutched his two wounds. Despite the pain he was in, never once did he move his gaze off of Tsuzuki. I swear, that man was utterly insane. He must have really been taken by surprise or something. What I wanted to know… how did Tsuzuki hurt Muraki? With what and why?

Tsuzuki did not speak, his teeth were bared and his fingers, instead of being balled into tight fists, were spread wide apart and hooked, as though they were vicious claws. A carnal snarl tore from Tsuzuki's throat and Tatsumi turned at the sound of the door closing, "Watari help me!" I wasn't really sure what I could do to stop the 12-shikigami-bearing-shinigami, but I hurried over anyway. "Hey, Tsuzuki! He's down, alright? Hey, shhh…" I could see he was crying. He probably hadn't even really wanted to hurt the bastard. Now Muraki was lying on the ground, possibly dying. Whatever was going through his mind was giving him problems and distracting him from them would calm him down.

"Watari!" he sobbed, turning to me, wearing just as wretched of an expression as Muraki, "I hate him! I HATE HIM!" My Gods did these two tear each other apart. Muraki gasped out and made a strangled noise as the brown-haired (his name! his name!) man pressed his hand on Muraki's injured chest and stomach, "Kazutaka, shush! Try to calm down! You're only speeding up the blood flow!"

Muraki let out a sob as the brown-haired one daringly picked him up and hurried away. I was a doctor sorta kinda… I should go help. Agh, no. My place was here with Tatsumi and Tsuzuki. We should probably just leave.

And… Tsuzuki was on the ground. Sobbing, crying. I guess we had a few minutes yet… Tatsumi dropped to his knees and held the ailing Shinigami. I swear, he was just as insane as Muraki! Tsuzuki, I mean. I looked at them for a second then retreated, following the blood trail. Eventually it became a little hard to follow, so I just went after Muraki's cries and the brown one's grumpy, urgent, replies.

"God, Kazutaka! You're the doctor! What am I supposed to do?!" He was still friends with that sadistic rat, and it… was touching. How could he put up with Muraki? He could have easily ditched him! And now, when Muraki was hurting… you could tell he cared. He was completely stressed out. And I wanted to help him. He had seemed like a good man last time we'd met, and I could only judge him from that and his amazing loyalty. Having only this as evidence made him completely admirable. It was not a bad thing to help him. Maybe to help Muraki, but I wasn't helping Muraki, I was helping… brown.

"I can take a look." I said shyly. I was probably unwanted.

"TO HELL YOU WILL! YOU'LL JUST KILL HIM OFF!!" He turned to face me so quickly that his hair flew about him. It was… very nice. Ahem. I winced at his harsh tone and he sighed, "Mibu…" Muraki choked in an uncharacteristically pitiful, pained voice.

Mibu!! Mibu Oriya!

"Please let me take a look. I'm not going to hurt him." Oriya didn't say anything so I assumed it was alright. I moved towards Muraki, wounded and vulnerable, and knelt. "What caused the wounds?"

Oriya had a pipe when I looked at him next, "I don't know. Magic? I didn't see anything but that kid of yours said some fancy words."

Muraki shuddered. His brow was drenched in sweat and his hair, though considerably shorter than it used to be, clung limply to the sides of his face. He moaned, "F-Fuda!" I noted that he could still speak pretty well. Tsuzuki'd missed the vital organs.

I knew I could help. I was going to. I leaned over Muraki and forcefully removed his hands from the nasty, injured areas. Easy healing. Painful wound, but easy healing. So I got to work. Oriya watched like a hawk, smoking excessively and making sure I didn't try to kill his friend.

"Oh, he's going to be fine," I informed, right after causing Muraki to scream sharply at a considerable volume. It was really weird to see him like this. Like, really weird. It was so untypical of him. Maybe the sadistic monster had finally changed a bit. Probably not, but it was my best guess. He'd cried. His hair was just long enough to cover that unnatural eye of his, and he wasn't wearing a white suit. Plus, he hadn't said anything arrogant yet. Though I guessed it was only a matter of time.

Finally, I sat back and wiped my brow, "Okay, feed and water him and he'll survive. Change his bandages often or he'll get infected or something." I was so very professional, huh?

We both stood up and left the room together to leave the unconscious bastard to heal.

"Thanks." He said awkwardly.

"Yeah. No problem." I replied just as unsurely.

"They're a pain."

"We can never keep track of Tsuzuki."

"Same with that bitch."

I giggled, "I guess we have the same problem, then!"

He looked at me, I guess he seemed a little surprised, "Yeah…" He looked away again.

"How long have you guys-," he interrupted me, "Twenty-nine years." How old were they? "What about you and Tsuzuki?"

I blushed, "Ah… maybe sixty years?" How old was I?

He chuckled and I wasn't embarrassed anymore after that. He was not a hostile person. He was not going to be cold. We could be friends. "And you still haven't figured him out? Guess that means I'm never going to understand Kazutaka."

Good friends!

Wait, no, we couldn't. He was on Muraki's side. He was the enemy. "The one with glasses is going to be mad at you," Oriya noted bluntly.

I nodded and sighed, "Just think of how Tsuzuki's going to feel," I retorted in despair. He laughed again. "I'm sorry about this…" I did feel bad, but I was still curious, "How'd it happen?"

Oriya pulled his pipe out of his mouth and thought for a second, "Well, Kazutaka and I were eating breakfast- he's been living here sine Kyoto- and the girls were still sleeping since we don't open until late- I told them get back in their rooms when they heard purple-eyes come in here on his rampage- so he's screaming and he brings his hand down on air. Somehow this curs up Kazutaka and then glasses comes in here, yells at purple-eyes and hugs him. Then you got here. Honestly, you're a weird bunch. Where's the kid?"

I was surprised he remembered Hisoka, even though he was the only one he'd interacted with out of the all of us, "Hisoka? He may be on his way…" but probably not. Anyway, I very much wanted to continue this conversation alone, but we'd reached Tsuzuki and Tatsumi, who were still seated, but calm.

"What're you doing?" Tatsumi sounded tired and curious, not suspicious.

"Just trying to figure out what happened," I lied perkily.

Tsuzuki was seated on his knees next to Tatsumi, head bowed, "Is he going to be alright?"

I looked at him, surprised, "Um… I-I don't know."

Oriya twitched beside me.

"So long as his will to live stays strong," I reassured, "he should be perfectly fine and recovered in a month or so." A long recovery time, but this is what happened when you were viciously attacked by the 12-shikigami-wielding-shinigami who had also mastered Fuda.

Tsuzuki stood and Tatsumi followed, "But his will to live won't remain! Because I-"

Oh. He was going to feel guilty if Muraki died. I couldn't understand why, Muraki would never feel guilty if he killed Tsuzuki. But, whatever. Tsuzuki always felt guilty. You couldn't do anything about it.

"What makes you think he doesn't want to live anymore?" Really, I was confused. Muraki was not suicidal. He was much too pompous, too haughty and self assured to be suicidal.

Oriya stepped forward, "Because he can never be with Tsuzuki. He doesn't have a purpose anymore. No job, no girlfriend, no boyfriend, no family, no friends. He's got money… plenty of that… no revenge to seek out. Nothing. He could easily use this as an excuse to… go bye-bye." He trailed off and worriedly glanced in Muraki's direction, "Damn bastard. Better not…"

Well, who cared? No one was going to miss this guy. No girlfriend, no boyfriend, no family, no friends. Wait a second. Oriya was his friend. He'd miss him. Suddenly, Muraki's survival mattered. For some reason or other, I didn't want Oriya to have to feel the loss of a friend.

And suddenly I had a plan. I could visit this guy anytime I wanted, "I'll come back tomorrow to check on him," I insisted, "If he wakes up, feed him. But don't let him move around or anything. You're going to have to pamper him somewhat."

Oriya shrugged, "I could have one of the girls do… wait, no I can't. No. I'll do it…" he sounded utterly defeated, like taking care of Muraki was absolute torture. Maybe it was. I could definitely see that.

Oriya… was rather adorable. I rather wanted to hug him. But I'd rather not find out what would happen if I did. Though it might be worth the risk… no, no. Plenty of time for this later on my next visit…

END OF CHAPPIE ONE

I hate myself so much. This is so cheap. Whatevah, chappie two will be longer and better. It took me forever to come up with this idea, since I had another one at first, which ended up being completely stupid. Trust me, it was bad. The storyline will make sense later. As of now, it doesn't have one. But here, have this little chaplet for now. I promise something satiating next time!! I still don't know if it's Mur/Tsu or Tat/Tsu!!