Before starting the prelude, I of course mus state the obvious. I (unfortunately) DO NOT OWN YAMI NO MATSUEI! I do however own the plot of this story and have twisted Muraki's personality to fit my own tastes.
Tsuzuki was late. Tsuzuki was very late. Tsuzuki was extremely late. So late, that the amethyst eyed man contemplated simply not attending work at all, and yet he still found himself outside the door of Tatsumi's office to explain why he was so very, extremely late. He knew the kagetsukai was not going to be pleased. Tsuzuki also knew that his excuse would likely, more than likely, beyond likely further enrage the secretary. So it was with ill omens hanging over Tsuzuki's head that he went to open the door, all the while wishing that a hole would just suck him up and spew him out elsewhere, anywhere, but here. Perhaps Tsuzuki simply was not familiar with the old saying "be careful what you wish for" or perhaps he was simply too simple to give such a saying any merit. Regardless of either situation, rather than feeling the brush of cool metal against his fingertips, Asato felt his feet give way abruptly beneath him followed by the rest of his body.