Hez Present! Although I haven't been very active lately ( you can tell because I came to a dead stop on Marooned, though I promise to have the next chapter up in a week or so.) I started reading Yami No Matsuei, and just completely fell in love with the TatsumiWatari pairing, and it isn't simply because they are "leftover" characters, they just mesh perfectly and contrast so sharply, to the point of just completing each other. So here, start your day, or end your night with a slice of this Tatari pie, made for you by Miss Strawberry Hez! Enjoy!
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It wasn't abnormal to find Tatsumi in his office at an unreasonably absurd hour of the night, so late that it was actually early. The prospect that he hadn't slept at all through the entire excessive work binge wasn't even though of as odd. Although, sometimes it concerned Watari, because at times the harsh accountant wouldn't think straight and he would overreact at the smallest thing, such as asking him to grant him some extra budget for new supplies. The usually calm and stoical secretary became easily enraged and explosive.
But when Tatsumi showed up at his lab, offering him some cheap Columbian coffee, he could of course only accept, giving no second though to the offering. It then dawned on him that this type of kind nature toward him, of all people, was certainly abnormal and not Tatsumi-ish in nature at all. He contemplated the fact as Tatsumi sat down and glanced hurriedly around the room, as if nervous. Watari found himself, running a hand through his hair self-consciously, and adjusted his tattered ribbon, all of a sudden wishing it wasn't so worn out.
" Your lab . . . it looks nice." Tatsumi commented, pushing his glasses up his nose.
" Oh, you think so? I never really pay much attention to how it all looks, I mean, it isn't really that attractive a workplace. I mean I have equations everywhere, papers. Books scattered her and there! Not at all a very organized work place, I mean if you granted me so more money to maybe renovate it would be very helpful and well." he cut himself off, flushing slightly.
" I'm sorry. I didn't notice I was rambling on and on." He said, noticing he was making a fool of himself. This is what he had gotten for three straight days without sleep or food. ( He had a bad habit of living on nothing but coffee when he got wrapped up in a project)
" It's fine, it happens. Now, I was coming to discuss something with you."
Watari stopped shifting restlessly, and took a sip of the coffee.
" This is good coffee. Thanks." He said, not noticing that he was leaning toward the brown-haired Shinigami.
" Watari, how long has it been since you have slept?" Shinigami they might have been, but three sleepless nights had taken it's toll on the energetic scientist. There were bags under the amber orbs, and his pale skin looked just a little too ashen, almost sickly.
" Oh, what? Three days?" he said, tilting his head as he took another sip of the coffee. He didn't react when a hand was placed on his knee. Everything in the room was a little euphoric. The milieu had an almost surreal feel to it, and it felt as though he was dreaming the entire scene up in his head. Like one of those far-fetched daydreams he would have during the staff and faculty meetings.
They were leaning toward each other now, Tatsumi's hand still on Watari's knee.
All it took to rip the environment to shreds was a simple murmured word in the abstracted surroundings: "Tsuzuki."
When Tatsumi went to seal the scant inches between them, he found a hand blocking him from proceeding any further.
" Don't start something with me until you've sealed everything else with him off. Close one door, before you open the other. Then we'll see about me being your fuck toy. Okay?" he said, rising from his chair, sliding the now-empty coffee mug to the secretary.
Tatsumi was speechless, as the golden-haired scientist grabbed his satchel and slung it on. He whistled to 003. The mechanical owl hooted softly and perched on his shoulder. Watari nuzzled into the bird. He was almost out the door before he walked out, when he turned and called out
"By the way, thanks for the coffee. It was great!" He threw a wink over his shoulder, and went back to being the energetic and happy blonde scientist, and Tatsumi went back to being the secretary unable to hold a relationship, and he internally cursed himself for liking amethyst eyes, instead of amber ones.
