Amber Ashes
Disclaimer: Don't own anything but the plot and Maykai
Warnings: AU, Angst, Death, Implied Yaoi
Pairings: Primary- Watari x Tatsumi, Secondary- Muraki x Tsuzuki, Hisoka + Maykai
I: Inferno
Watari glanced up from the machine he was hunched over at the sound of a couple of hoots behind him. Looking back over his shoulder he smiled softly at the small barn owl that was perched on the chair sitting at his desk. "We'll go home soon Zerothrii, I'm almost done. I know what to do to make it work finally." he said as he turned back to fix a few more small circuits in place on one of the panels. His remark was followed by a couple more hoots and he shook his head, causing his blonde bangs to fall into his face. "I tell you I am close to the breakthrough, I've figured what has been going wrong and soon it *will* work the way its suppose to, of course I know it will be no doubt several years before it gets any real use.. but just think of how much it could help Japan, and the other countries around the world."
Zerothrii ruffled his feathers and gave him another derisive hoot. Watari turned away from the machine to look down at the fluffed up owl. "Now who asked you hmm? Personally, making fuel out of harvested rice sounds like a perfectly logical thing to begin with, and I tell you this machine will do it and replace oil and those other messy types of fuel." He smirked down at the owl and then turned to continue his work.
A knock on his door interrupted him and he sighed in annoyance as he set down his tools and walked towards the door, opening it and looking down at the men outside. Watari's eyes played over their looks and clothing, filing away the knowledge and then giving him 'who' these people were. Amber eyes widened slightly as the leader began to open his mouth to speak and he slammed the door in their face, running back towards the desk, and picking up the blueprints on it, rolling them up to place inside their special storage tubes.
As long as he had them, it wouldn't matter if he lost the machine sitting on his work bench. He could start again, if need be. Watari was just beginning to stuff the rolled up prints into the tubes when the door slammed inwards hitting the wall with a sound like a gunshot.
He was roughly jerked back away from the table, the blueprints and the tubes taken from his hands as two of the thugs with the leader took a hold of his arms. Two others began to ransack the studio around him. Watari stared at the man in front of him, or more accurately at the prints in his hands. "Why are you doing this?" he asked.
"Because you're threatening our boss, he doesn't like threats, so we take care of them for him." The man said as he threw the prints and their cases onto the table, turning around to look at the machine. Kicking the edge of the table, the henchman caused it to fall over onto its side, sending the machine sitting on it crashing to the floor to shatter into pieces. Turning back around, the stranger smirked at Watari and then drew a gun from his coat. "Now, we're going to leave nice and quiet. If you make any trouble, I'll put a bullet between those weird-ass golden eyes of yours. Do we have an understanding?" he asked as he raised the barrel of the pistol to point at Watari's forehead.
Unfortunately, all five thugs had not counted on the small ball of furious feathers to make an appearance just then. Zerothrii dived at the two thugs holding Watari and scratched one across the face with his talons, screaming. The bloodied man screeched as he released Watari, to cover his bloodied face. Watari slipped free from the other man who was ducking the furious dives of the small owl and made a dash towards the desk to grab the prints. Turning, he ran for the doorway only to freeze as he heard the gunshot behind him.
Slowly, Watari turned his head to look at what had happened. Halfway between him and the gunman laid a small bundle of feathers, a small thin trail of red turning the outer most white feathers pink. Watari's eyes widened as he absently stepped towards it and then he fell to his knees in front of it, hands going down, dropping the prints, to pick up the small owl. "No.." he whispered softly, amber eyes tearing up as he held the lifeless body in his hands and slowly looked up to see the gunman glaring at him, blood trailing down his face from a gash along his forehead.
"The little bastard shouldn't of attacked us. Now what shall we do with you? After all, now we have to make an example out of you, show everyone what happens when you mess with the boss and us. What do you think boys?" The lead thug asked as he walked towards Watari.
Watari held the small limp form against him as he jerked back away from the man, pulling himself up to his feet to back towards the door. Two of the other thugs intercepted him and held his shoulders tightly as the leader of the thugs leaned down to pick the blueprints up off the floor. "I think I have an idea.." The leader said as he took out a lighter and held the flame over the edge of the paper the prints were done on. It took a moment for it to catch, but as it did, the man looked back at Watari smirking. "I've always loved playing with fire. Do you know how fast hair catches and goes up in flame?" he asked with a mad glint in his eyes.
Watari's eyes widened as he walked closer towards him. Without warning he was shoved towards the man from behind. As he staggered forwards, one of the men behind him knocked his legs out from under him, sending him crashing to the floor, causing his head to strike the floor hard enough to knock his glasses from his face and daze him. As he tried to recover, he heard laughter and then smelled kerosene close by.
A small scratch barely registered as a match before the studio was suddenly engulfed in flames. As the first of the fires touched him, Watari whimpered softly staring at the blurry reddish gold flames. Pulling back from them, he once more found the small body of his friend. As Watari looked away from Zerothrii, he saw the whole room was ablaze, the flames closing the already small circle around him. The roof above groaned loudly as it weakened from the fire licking at its supports. A scream was torn from his throat as his hair and clothes caught afire, but mercifully everything soon went black after the pain became unbearable.
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Disclaimer: Don't own anything but the plot and Maykai
Warnings: AU, Angst, Death, Implied Yaoi
Pairings: Primary- Watari x Tatsumi, Secondary- Muraki x Tsuzuki, Hisoka + Maykai
I: Inferno
Watari glanced up from the machine he was hunched over at the sound of a couple of hoots behind him. Looking back over his shoulder he smiled softly at the small barn owl that was perched on the chair sitting at his desk. "We'll go home soon Zerothrii, I'm almost done. I know what to do to make it work finally." he said as he turned back to fix a few more small circuits in place on one of the panels. His remark was followed by a couple more hoots and he shook his head, causing his blonde bangs to fall into his face. "I tell you I am close to the breakthrough, I've figured what has been going wrong and soon it *will* work the way its suppose to, of course I know it will be no doubt several years before it gets any real use.. but just think of how much it could help Japan, and the other countries around the world."
Zerothrii ruffled his feathers and gave him another derisive hoot. Watari turned away from the machine to look down at the fluffed up owl. "Now who asked you hmm? Personally, making fuel out of harvested rice sounds like a perfectly logical thing to begin with, and I tell you this machine will do it and replace oil and those other messy types of fuel." He smirked down at the owl and then turned to continue his work.
A knock on his door interrupted him and he sighed in annoyance as he set down his tools and walked towards the door, opening it and looking down at the men outside. Watari's eyes played over their looks and clothing, filing away the knowledge and then giving him 'who' these people were. Amber eyes widened slightly as the leader began to open his mouth to speak and he slammed the door in their face, running back towards the desk, and picking up the blueprints on it, rolling them up to place inside their special storage tubes.
As long as he had them, it wouldn't matter if he lost the machine sitting on his work bench. He could start again, if need be. Watari was just beginning to stuff the rolled up prints into the tubes when the door slammed inwards hitting the wall with a sound like a gunshot.
He was roughly jerked back away from the table, the blueprints and the tubes taken from his hands as two of the thugs with the leader took a hold of his arms. Two others began to ransack the studio around him. Watari stared at the man in front of him, or more accurately at the prints in his hands. "Why are you doing this?" he asked.
"Because you're threatening our boss, he doesn't like threats, so we take care of them for him." The man said as he threw the prints and their cases onto the table, turning around to look at the machine. Kicking the edge of the table, the henchman caused it to fall over onto its side, sending the machine sitting on it crashing to the floor to shatter into pieces. Turning back around, the stranger smirked at Watari and then drew a gun from his coat. "Now, we're going to leave nice and quiet. If you make any trouble, I'll put a bullet between those weird-ass golden eyes of yours. Do we have an understanding?" he asked as he raised the barrel of the pistol to point at Watari's forehead.
Unfortunately, all five thugs had not counted on the small ball of furious feathers to make an appearance just then. Zerothrii dived at the two thugs holding Watari and scratched one across the face with his talons, screaming. The bloodied man screeched as he released Watari, to cover his bloodied face. Watari slipped free from the other man who was ducking the furious dives of the small owl and made a dash towards the desk to grab the prints. Turning, he ran for the doorway only to freeze as he heard the gunshot behind him.
Slowly, Watari turned his head to look at what had happened. Halfway between him and the gunman laid a small bundle of feathers, a small thin trail of red turning the outer most white feathers pink. Watari's eyes widened as he absently stepped towards it and then he fell to his knees in front of it, hands going down, dropping the prints, to pick up the small owl. "No.." he whispered softly, amber eyes tearing up as he held the lifeless body in his hands and slowly looked up to see the gunman glaring at him, blood trailing down his face from a gash along his forehead.
"The little bastard shouldn't of attacked us. Now what shall we do with you? After all, now we have to make an example out of you, show everyone what happens when you mess with the boss and us. What do you think boys?" The lead thug asked as he walked towards Watari.
Watari held the small limp form against him as he jerked back away from the man, pulling himself up to his feet to back towards the door. Two of the other thugs intercepted him and held his shoulders tightly as the leader of the thugs leaned down to pick the blueprints up off the floor. "I think I have an idea.." The leader said as he took out a lighter and held the flame over the edge of the paper the prints were done on. It took a moment for it to catch, but as it did, the man looked back at Watari smirking. "I've always loved playing with fire. Do you know how fast hair catches and goes up in flame?" he asked with a mad glint in his eyes.
Watari's eyes widened as he walked closer towards him. Without warning he was shoved towards the man from behind. As he staggered forwards, one of the men behind him knocked his legs out from under him, sending him crashing to the floor, causing his head to strike the floor hard enough to knock his glasses from his face and daze him. As he tried to recover, he heard laughter and then smelled kerosene close by.
A small scratch barely registered as a match before the studio was suddenly engulfed in flames. As the first of the fires touched him, Watari whimpered softly staring at the blurry reddish gold flames. Pulling back from them, he once more found the small body of his friend. As Watari looked away from Zerothrii, he saw the whole room was ablaze, the flames closing the already small circle around him. The roof above groaned loudly as it weakened from the fire licking at its supports. A scream was torn from his throat as his hair and clothes caught afire, but mercifully everything soon went black after the pain became unbearable.
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