Muraki: -sigh- I knew your serious writing wouldn't last.

Kalili: Oui. However, mon petit psychopath, drabbles can range from serious to crack in 0 to 60, no time! That is why this is being put up! So Kalili can write little stories to her hearts content due to the fact that she dislikes writing one shots! Sadly, because of their shortness, my conversations with Muraki shall dwindle.

Muraki: Oh no, how will the readers (if any) live?

Kalili: Enough chatter. Let's kick this off! Viva la drabbles (assuming "drabbles" is feminine)!

Pairings: Tsuzuki/Hisoka Tatsumi/Watari

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Anybody who said that Tatsumi had no patience obviously did not know Tatsumi. And anybody who said other wise, Tatsumi had one, and needed only one, rebuttal: he had put up with Tsuzuki for decades. However, their relationship was not the problem, nor the reason for the meeting of dire importance he set up between two coworkers and himself. No, the relationship that was the problem was Tsuzuki's with Hisoka's.

More specifically, Tsuzuki's sexual harassment of Hisoka in the office. Tatsumi had put a blind eye to these instances on more than one occasion and nothing horrible had come out of it. In fact, it actually had Tsuzuki coming in on time just because the man knew Hisoka always came in one time. Logic behind being more groping time for Tsuzuki. So yes, the secretary had not minded the occasional yelps, rather loud sexual innuendos, hearts flooding the office, or even Tsuzuki being flung across the room. So long as they were attempted to be quiet, cleaned up, or not landed on something important, no harm was done.

Let's look at part of that sentence again:

… no harm was done.

"Was," being an indication of something actually being done to inflict harm before this sentence was spoken. Which was the subject of the aforementioned meeting.

Tatsumi paced up and down the small room, hands clasped behind his back only to come up to do his signature glasses adjustment. This had gone on for about ten minutes, and Tsuzuki was wondering if he was ever going to get yelled at. He was a man who wanted to get things done, by golly, and he had important things to do! Who else was going to get Hisoka so riled up that in the process of whacking him across the head he got a free grope?

Just as this thought passed through his mind and a goofy grin found its way onto Tsuzuki's face, Tatsumi's head snapped over to glare at him.

"I assume you know why you're here, Tsuzuki?" Tatsumi said in an unbearably slow manner.

"Um, yes?" Tsuzuki offered, hoping it was the correct answer.

"Good. What is it?"

Oh, wasn't expecting that one. "… Something bad?"

"More details, please."

Tsuzuki sighed and said, "I don't know." He was man, after all, and a true man can admit defeat when the time comes. Besides, perhaps if he fessed up to such a thing, the punishment wouldn't be as harsh.

Tatsumi slammed his hands onto the table and shouted, "You are here because of your constant sexual harassment!"

"But I haven't gotten any in over fifty years!" Tsuzuki protested.

"That is no excuse! Your behavior is unacceptable! There is to be no PDA in these offices from this day forward!"

"Okay, but what's PDA?"

"Public Display of Affection," Watari explained.

"Oh. But why all of a sudden?" Tsuzuki didn't seem to understand that he was digging his grave deeper and deeper with each opening of his mouth.

Tatsumi yelled, "Because it has gone way too far and I will not put up with it anymore!" He then furiously pointed over to Watari and continued, "Just look at what you've done to Watari!"

Seeing his cue, Watari quickly began to whimper, "I feel so violated!"

It took a while for Tsuzuki to remember how he violated Watari since Hisoka was his mission. "… Oh!" he finally said. "Are you talking about how I landed on Watari after Hisoka threw me and I accidentally grabbed his butt?"

"That is exactly what I am talking about." Tatsumi had calmed down a bit after seeing Tsuzuki own up to his crime.

"So, no PAD in the office, yes?"

"That is correct."

There was a pause before Tsuzuki happily said, "Sure, no problem! Are we done?"

"Y-yes." Needless to say, Tatsumi was very confused at Tsuzuki's cooperation. He could have sworn that the man would be kicking and screaming at such a rule considering how much he harassed his poor partner. Not that he was complaining.

As Tsuzuki waltzed out of the meeting room, Watari cut his "helpless victim" act and looked at Tatsumi. "You know," he started, "Tsuzuki is much smarter than he lets on."

"What makes you say that?" Tatsumi asked.

Not a second after he said that, they heard a "Get of me, you idiot!" followed by a loud crash. The noises appeared to be coming from the hallway.

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Kalili: Hope that was a good kick off. I know Watari just seemed to appear out of no where, but I did mention "TWO coworkers" didn't I? This was also longer than originally intended. (Two pages on Microsoft Word)

Muraki: So, how do you think this will do? Your comedy with Yami no Matsuei is a little rusty, assuming it was there to begin with.

Kalili: My prediction is that very few if any reviews shall come until I have published quite a few more chapters. However, I also think that is depends on how good the first chapter is.

Now then, there shall be no more final notes after this unless it is of great importance.

You know what to do!

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As always, CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is welcomed with Muraki piñatas!