*^_^* it's a crossover na no da! (because I felt like it dammit!) or is it
just an AU? I dunno.
AND again panatlantic exhibits extreme stupidity in crossing with a series
unfamiliar)
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IT was one of those days.
Watari was begging to have someone assigned for him to test his latest gender-changing potion on (obviously in the mistaken belief that EnMaCho in anyway supported his obsession) and Tsuzuki was whining for attention after having broken his latest partner. This was of course in addition to Tatsumi's usual, not-inconsiderable workload.
Hmmm.
If 003 would excuse the expression, perhaps he would be able to kill two birds with one stone.
. . .and thus a gender changing cinnabon found it's way unto the desk of one Tsuzuki Asato. It lived a short, albeit cherished, existence.
Now Tatsumi had only to put up with a (mercifully) satisfied scientist, and a puppy that could whine two octaves higher. To say the least, he was not all that satisfied with the trade-off. This was illustrated by the large number of twitchy things on his forehead.
"Tatsumi?" Asked Kanoe cautiously, perhaps a little afraid to approach as all the shadows in the room had found form and were currently choking two of his other employee's on the far wall (one of which seemed to be having gender issues).
"Yes Kachou?" Replied Tatsumi, the very picture of civility.
"Erm. . ." Kanoe nervously shuffled a few pages in his hands. "I've had a request from the Western division for anyone we can spare to deal with an emergency . . . but. . . I can see you're busy, I'll just. . . " Kanoe apprehensively backed up toward his office.
"Excellent!" Remarked Tatsumi clasping his hands in appreciation of this new fortuitous circumstance. "I have just the volunteers!"
Watari and Tsuzuki looked at each other wide-eyed (although possibly this was as a result of near strangulation, which regardless of your state of living, hurts like heck).
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"Moshi moshi. Goddess Relief Office. Please hold."
Tsuzuki, with the ease of eight straight hours practice, expertly placed the call on the switchboard to wait for someone who knew what they were doing to pick up.
"Well." Remarked Watari sitting at the opposite desk.
"Hnn." Contended Tsuzuki.
This was . . . exceptionally boring. Some kind of shikigami-like bug-thing had manifested in Yggdrasil which Watari had explained to Tsuzuki who couldn't really figure out anything at all except it was somewhat like Tenkuu . . . but not. He sighed morosely, putting another call on hold. Tsuzuki looked over to Watari who looked back with equally poor humor.
"At least I don't look like Rikugou." He muttered darkly after Watari felt obliged to point out Tsuzuki's temporary contract manifest made him resemble Hello Kitty.
Believe it or not, this wasn't exactly the glorious mission they had expected it to be.
"I'll make something special to put in his coffee as soon as this is all over." Watari promised his male-again co-conspirator. He didn't have to clarify who 'he' was. Tatsumi had happily sacrificed his most intelligent and most powerful shinigami to help the ailing department, why Watari and Tsuzuki had even blushed at the compliment when Tatsumi signed them over.
Tsuzuki nodded conspiratorially as Watari answered another call.
"Hai! Goddess Relief Office, ple. . ." Watari stared at the phone, momentarily stunned. "He hung up!" He accused the phone and Tsuzuki at the same time.
"Eh? He can't do that! . . . Can he?" Asked Tsuzuki.
"I don't know!" Screamed Watari frantic.
"Call him back then!" Suggested Tsuzuki, and Watari did so.
"He's not answering! What if he's hurt himself or he's in danger or something?" Watari and Tsuzuki looked around frenzied, but the department was empty save for themselves. A small part of him wondered who was going to answer all those held calls.
"Well. Uhm. I guess you could go check. I guess?"
". . . " Watari frowned. They hadn't really received instructions on this sort of thing. It made sense, he supposed. "You'll have to do it!" He declared.
"Huuuuh? Why me? It was your call!"
"Baka! You're a second class goddess and I'm only a third." Sniffed Watari disdainfully.
"You think I might have to grant a wish?" Squealed Tsuzuki eagerly.
"I guess. . . if it's only something small, it couldn't hurt." Watari shrugged.
Tsuzuki nodded resolutely and teleported down to Chijou.
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Hisoka glared at the person that suddenly came to be in front of him. Curious that, because on one hand he was alone just moments before and on the second . . . well he didn't need a second, people just didn't appear like that was all. So he asked the first thing that came to his mind.
"Are you a burglar?"
"What?!? No!" Denied Tsuzuki.
"Then how'd you get in down here?"
"Uhm. Are you Kurosaki Hisoka?" Asked Tsuzuki nervously, avoiding the question.
"Yes."
"Ah! You're okay!" Squealed Tsuzuki glomping the boy. "Uh. . . you get a wish 'n stuff!" Tsuzuki wilted under Hisoka's skeptical glare.
"Oh. So that would make you my fairy godmother. There's no ball tonight though, you must have got your dates wrong."
Tsuzuki sweatdropped.
"No! I'm a goddess!" He corrected. Hisoka looked over the hysterical man with oddly coloured eyes and decided it must be drugs. He'd read about these kinds of people. Better not to get involved.
"Well steal whatever you want, just leave before someone finds you here." He remarked casually sitting on the bed of his cell.
"No wait! Didn't you make a phone call earlier?" He asked confuzzled, looking around the sparse room. "Hey? Are you a prisoner here or something?"
". . . I didn't make any calls today!" Snapped Hisoka, he had accidentally knocked the phone off the hook earlier when the maid had let him out to walk, but that could hardly be considered making a call.
"Ah! That must be it! I must be here to rescue you!" Cheered Tsuzuki at his own leap in logic. "Lets go!"
Hisoka was stunned. But then again, anywhere had to be better than here, especially since his parents had brought around that doctor. . . there was just something about the man that scared him. So without bothering to wonder where he was going to go or what to do when he got there, with his last shred of trust, he took the pro-offered hand.
"So! Where's the exit?" Asked his 'savior'.
"Baka!" Accused Hisoka, "You're supposed to be rescuing me!"
"Saa . . . "
"If I could just leave don't you think I would have by now?"
"That. . . would be a logical conclusion." Conceded Tsuzuki melancholy. "Aha!" He cheered. "You can use your wish!" Brilliant! Surely Tsuzuki could get away with just using his regular shinigami abilities to help him escape! No mess! No fuss! Mission accomplished!
Tsuzuki really wished his patron would stop looking at him as though he were insane.
"Suuuure. . . what I really wish is that . . ."
"Kurosaki-sama?" Called the maid, causing Hisoka to hesitate mid-pummel, there was only one reason why the maid would be down here this late at night.
"Gak! I don't think anyone else is really supposed to know I'm here!" Squealed Tsuzuki, who had already confirmed with himself that he'd be in a world of trouble back at the Relief Office . . . sure it'd seemed like a good idea at the time. . . but. . . well if he was going down, he'd take Watari with him dammit!
"Kurosaki-sama, the doctor is here to see you."
Hisoka shivered at the confirmation of his worst fear. Tsuzuki meanwhile was sneaking off to find somewhere to hide.
"You can't leave me alone!" He begged.
"Huh?" Queried Tsuzuki, clutching his cheeks, and the markings there, which were growing steadily florescent. "No! No!" He cried pathetically as the room was enveloped in white light.
"Wish granted."
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IT was one of those days.
Watari was begging to have someone assigned for him to test his latest gender-changing potion on (obviously in the mistaken belief that EnMaCho in anyway supported his obsession) and Tsuzuki was whining for attention after having broken his latest partner. This was of course in addition to Tatsumi's usual, not-inconsiderable workload.
Hmmm.
If 003 would excuse the expression, perhaps he would be able to kill two birds with one stone.
. . .and thus a gender changing cinnabon found it's way unto the desk of one Tsuzuki Asato. It lived a short, albeit cherished, existence.
Now Tatsumi had only to put up with a (mercifully) satisfied scientist, and a puppy that could whine two octaves higher. To say the least, he was not all that satisfied with the trade-off. This was illustrated by the large number of twitchy things on his forehead.
"Tatsumi?" Asked Kanoe cautiously, perhaps a little afraid to approach as all the shadows in the room had found form and were currently choking two of his other employee's on the far wall (one of which seemed to be having gender issues).
"Yes Kachou?" Replied Tatsumi, the very picture of civility.
"Erm. . ." Kanoe nervously shuffled a few pages in his hands. "I've had a request from the Western division for anyone we can spare to deal with an emergency . . . but. . . I can see you're busy, I'll just. . . " Kanoe apprehensively backed up toward his office.
"Excellent!" Remarked Tatsumi clasping his hands in appreciation of this new fortuitous circumstance. "I have just the volunteers!"
Watari and Tsuzuki looked at each other wide-eyed (although possibly this was as a result of near strangulation, which regardless of your state of living, hurts like heck).
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"Moshi moshi. Goddess Relief Office. Please hold."
Tsuzuki, with the ease of eight straight hours practice, expertly placed the call on the switchboard to wait for someone who knew what they were doing to pick up.
"Well." Remarked Watari sitting at the opposite desk.
"Hnn." Contended Tsuzuki.
This was . . . exceptionally boring. Some kind of shikigami-like bug-thing had manifested in Yggdrasil which Watari had explained to Tsuzuki who couldn't really figure out anything at all except it was somewhat like Tenkuu . . . but not. He sighed morosely, putting another call on hold. Tsuzuki looked over to Watari who looked back with equally poor humor.
"At least I don't look like Rikugou." He muttered darkly after Watari felt obliged to point out Tsuzuki's temporary contract manifest made him resemble Hello Kitty.
Believe it or not, this wasn't exactly the glorious mission they had expected it to be.
"I'll make something special to put in his coffee as soon as this is all over." Watari promised his male-again co-conspirator. He didn't have to clarify who 'he' was. Tatsumi had happily sacrificed his most intelligent and most powerful shinigami to help the ailing department, why Watari and Tsuzuki had even blushed at the compliment when Tatsumi signed them over.
Tsuzuki nodded conspiratorially as Watari answered another call.
"Hai! Goddess Relief Office, ple. . ." Watari stared at the phone, momentarily stunned. "He hung up!" He accused the phone and Tsuzuki at the same time.
"Eh? He can't do that! . . . Can he?" Asked Tsuzuki.
"I don't know!" Screamed Watari frantic.
"Call him back then!" Suggested Tsuzuki, and Watari did so.
"He's not answering! What if he's hurt himself or he's in danger or something?" Watari and Tsuzuki looked around frenzied, but the department was empty save for themselves. A small part of him wondered who was going to answer all those held calls.
"Well. Uhm. I guess you could go check. I guess?"
". . . " Watari frowned. They hadn't really received instructions on this sort of thing. It made sense, he supposed. "You'll have to do it!" He declared.
"Huuuuh? Why me? It was your call!"
"Baka! You're a second class goddess and I'm only a third." Sniffed Watari disdainfully.
"You think I might have to grant a wish?" Squealed Tsuzuki eagerly.
"I guess. . . if it's only something small, it couldn't hurt." Watari shrugged.
Tsuzuki nodded resolutely and teleported down to Chijou.
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Hisoka glared at the person that suddenly came to be in front of him. Curious that, because on one hand he was alone just moments before and on the second . . . well he didn't need a second, people just didn't appear like that was all. So he asked the first thing that came to his mind.
"Are you a burglar?"
"What?!? No!" Denied Tsuzuki.
"Then how'd you get in down here?"
"Uhm. Are you Kurosaki Hisoka?" Asked Tsuzuki nervously, avoiding the question.
"Yes."
"Ah! You're okay!" Squealed Tsuzuki glomping the boy. "Uh. . . you get a wish 'n stuff!" Tsuzuki wilted under Hisoka's skeptical glare.
"Oh. So that would make you my fairy godmother. There's no ball tonight though, you must have got your dates wrong."
Tsuzuki sweatdropped.
"No! I'm a goddess!" He corrected. Hisoka looked over the hysterical man with oddly coloured eyes and decided it must be drugs. He'd read about these kinds of people. Better not to get involved.
"Well steal whatever you want, just leave before someone finds you here." He remarked casually sitting on the bed of his cell.
"No wait! Didn't you make a phone call earlier?" He asked confuzzled, looking around the sparse room. "Hey? Are you a prisoner here or something?"
". . . I didn't make any calls today!" Snapped Hisoka, he had accidentally knocked the phone off the hook earlier when the maid had let him out to walk, but that could hardly be considered making a call.
"Ah! That must be it! I must be here to rescue you!" Cheered Tsuzuki at his own leap in logic. "Lets go!"
Hisoka was stunned. But then again, anywhere had to be better than here, especially since his parents had brought around that doctor. . . there was just something about the man that scared him. So without bothering to wonder where he was going to go or what to do when he got there, with his last shred of trust, he took the pro-offered hand.
"So! Where's the exit?" Asked his 'savior'.
"Baka!" Accused Hisoka, "You're supposed to be rescuing me!"
"Saa . . . "
"If I could just leave don't you think I would have by now?"
"That. . . would be a logical conclusion." Conceded Tsuzuki melancholy. "Aha!" He cheered. "You can use your wish!" Brilliant! Surely Tsuzuki could get away with just using his regular shinigami abilities to help him escape! No mess! No fuss! Mission accomplished!
Tsuzuki really wished his patron would stop looking at him as though he were insane.
"Suuuure. . . what I really wish is that . . ."
"Kurosaki-sama?" Called the maid, causing Hisoka to hesitate mid-pummel, there was only one reason why the maid would be down here this late at night.
"Gak! I don't think anyone else is really supposed to know I'm here!" Squealed Tsuzuki, who had already confirmed with himself that he'd be in a world of trouble back at the Relief Office . . . sure it'd seemed like a good idea at the time. . . but. . . well if he was going down, he'd take Watari with him dammit!
"Kurosaki-sama, the doctor is here to see you."
Hisoka shivered at the confirmation of his worst fear. Tsuzuki meanwhile was sneaking off to find somewhere to hide.
"You can't leave me alone!" He begged.
"Huh?" Queried Tsuzuki, clutching his cheeks, and the markings there, which were growing steadily florescent. "No! No!" He cried pathetically as the room was enveloped in white light.
"Wish granted."
