Watari as an Owl
By Julie
Disclaimers: I don't own Yami no Matsuei. Hell, I don't even have any merchandise belonging to Yami no Matsuei. MY FRIEND HAS ALL THAT STUFF WHY WONT SHE GIVE ME ANY WHY WHY WHY
Pairing: Tatsumi x Watari
Warning: yaoi (malexmale)
Also, this is my first YnM fic, so...yeah. Pity meeeeee *holds out cup*
Thank you~ :3
"HAHAHA!!! It's done! My sex changing potion!!!" Watari cackled like the crazy psycho maniac he was. He sprinkled some sugar into the bubbling orange mixture. Sugar is good.
His face was illuminated by the frothing orange liquid in the beaker. He looked scary. And evil. Watari lifted the hot beaker up with a pair of tongs and set the container down on the table. He waited a few minutes for it to cool, then picked up the beaker with his fingers and raised the fizzing orange liquid to his lips. He wrinkled his nose. It smelled weird. Oh well, you wouldn't expect some freaky-looking glowing orange liquid conjured up in a science lab to smell GOOD, do you? Unless it's orange juice or something. Wait. orange juice smells bad.
003 gave a few alarmed hoots and scratched at the shoulder of the scientist's lab coat, cautioning him. Freaky-looking glowing orange liquids conjured up in labs were generally not the best thing to drink, especially if it was Watari who made it.
Watari grinned cheerfully, "Don't worry! It's perfectly harmless! Want some?" he offered the beaker to the little owl.
003 clicked her beak disapprovingly and chewed on a strand of golden hair. Watari laughed and tilted his head back, drinking the whole mixture in three gulps. Hmm, must've tasted good.
Watari frowned. "That tasted disgusting. Whose idea was to put sugar in it?"
The effects were immediate.
"I'm shwinking! I'm shwinking!" he squealed in an adorable high-pitched voice. The ground rushed up to meet him. The round glasses fell off Watari's face when his head became too small for them. Wait. Were women this small? He was eye-level with the top of a shoe!
Wait. Those were his shoes!
Watari freaked out as he felt a prickling sensation on his body. Feathers! He was growing feathers!
At last, the changes stopped. He fluttered to the mirror which he kept in his lab. Why does he have a mirror in the lab? To keep an eye on the experiments which mutated and came after him.. .
He blinked at himself. He was an owl. A tiny owl about 003's size, if a little bigger. He had big, round, golden orange eyes that were perfect circles. There was a white area surrounding the eyes, kind of like glasses (think raccoon, but white). His whole little body was covered in yellowish gold feathers with brown spots here and there. His stomach was white, as were some parts of his wings.
He was an owl. An owl!
Now, normal people would've freaked out and agonized about how their sex-changing potion didn't work (why would normal people invent sex-changing potions anyway?). Not our overenthusiastic genki scientist, though. All the possibilities!
He flew to where 003 was and tried to communicate with her in owl-language. He couldn't. Fortunately, 003 is a very smart little owl and knew that this was her master, and what he was trying to say to her.
However, as excited as Watari was, he recognized a problem.
THE DOOR WAS CLOSED!!!!!!
And so was the window.
How was he supposed to open the door if he was an owl? He tried asking 003, but she merely pecked at a scrap of half-eaten sandwich on the table. Looks like he'll have to spend the night. Oh well, it's that that bad.
It was. He wanted to see Tatsumi!!! And maybe turn him into a frog!!!
Then, with a heavenly light, with all of the world-embracing glory, the door was flung open. Tatsumi. He didn't look very heavenly-light-ish or world-embracing-ish, though. He looked mad.
"WATARI-SAN!!!" He yelled.
Watari hooted excitedly and rocketed around the room, almost bouncing off the walls. He showed off for a while, then did a nose-dive straight into Tatsumi's hair. 003 fluttered to her master, but since she couldn't really stand on his shoulders anymore, settled on Tatsumi's right shoulder. Watari made himself comfortable on top of Tatsumi's head.
Tatsumi almost freaked out, but evil-smirking-cold-as-ice-blue-eyed-brown-haired-secretaries don't freak out. Instead, he scooped Watari off his head, and gave the golden yellow owl a strange look.
"Did Watari-san get himself another owl or something...?"
Watari hooted happily. It's me, it's me! Tatsumi didn't get the hint, though. He just asked Watari, "Do you know where Watari-san is?"
Watari got impatient. He nipped at Tatsumi's finger. Tatsumi glared at him.
"You're a mean owl, did you know that?" He gently stroked Watari's neck feathers.
Watari hooted contentedly, then screeched in alarm. This was Tatsumi! Tatsumi didn't stroke animals! Tatsumi was the kind who would chop animals up and eat them or something!
"Where is Watari-san? There is a staff meeting...oh well. I'm not going to be late because of him."
Watari hooted indignantly. That was rude!
Tatsumi glared pointedly at him. "Or you. Now get off." He tried to pull Watari and 003 off his body. Watari squawked, dismayed, and eluded Tatsumi's fingers and clung stubbornly to his hair. The more he tried to catch him, the more agile he seemed to become. 003 just stayed near her master, which meant she wasn't getting away from Tatsumi either.
Tatsumi paused. It was scary how he could make everyone and anyone in all of JuOhCho do anything he wanted, yet couldn't pluck a little owl off his head.
"Fine," he told Watari, "but it's because I don't have the time. Don't think you've won."
Watari hooted happily. He'd won!
Tatsumi sighed. "I just hope I don't look too stupid. . ."
He pushed open the door to the meeting room, with a little owl on his head and a little owl on his shoulder.
Everyone stared at him.
The elder Gushoshin cracked up and pointed. "HAHAHA!! You look too stupid!!"
Tatsumi promptly grabbed him and threw him across the room.
He then whipped out his trusty pointy stick, walked to the front of the room, and started the lecture as if nothing happened.
During the long and tedious lecture, Watari scanned the room with his golden eyes. There were two chairs empty. One was his own, of course. Where was Bon?
Oh, there he was. He was sitting on Tsuzuki's lap, with the latter hugging him from behind, his chin on his head. Watari's sharp owl ears picked up whispering from the two:
"I am NOT a chinrest!"
"But...but your hair's all soft and pretty-like!"
"Baka. I'm still not a chinrest."
"Yes you are."
". . ."
Watari pondered this as he chewed on Tatsumi's hair. Funny that he hadn't told them to not snuggle in the meeting room. Then he noticed whenever Tatsumi looked at the two, it would be tinged with hurt. Oh.
(A/N: I'm probably ignoring the fact that he can't see Tats's eyes when sitting on his head. Oh well)
Watari tried to cheer him up by hooting cheerfully, fluttering down to Tatsumi's left shoulder, and nipping affectionately at his ear. Tatsumi reached up and stroked his wings, earning some shocked looks from the staff.
". . .and that concludes the lecture. Any questions?"
"Yeah, why do you have Watari's owls? Did you kill him?"
sweatdrop.
Hisoka hit Tsuzuki's head. "Baka. Watari's already dead!"
"Oh yeah. . ."
Tatsumi stated matter-of-factly, "I couldn't find Watari-san. He wasn't in his lab."
"And he seemed to have gotten himself another owl. . ." he added, watching Watari as he screeched excitedly and zoomed around his head.
Watari stopped and landed in from of Tsuzuki and hooted loudly. I didn't get myself another owl! I AM Watari! Can't you see that?
Tsuzuki looked at Watari, eyes filled with tears. "Where's Watari? Did he make a potion that blew himself up? Waaah!!" He burst into tears.
Watari sweatdropped. At least the owl thing would wear off in a few hours.
Hisoka peered closely at the little owl. "Hey. . .he looks kinda like Watari!"
(A/N: I'm also ignoring the fact that Hisoka's an empath, but that's okay)
Almost everyone was gathered around the owl now. Tatsumi cleared his throat.
"You know, we're here to talk about the lecture, not about an owl. Dismissed." He waved his hand.
Watari zoomed back to Tatsumi's head, missed, and hit his shoulder. Owww. . .he fell to the ground, dazed.
"Tatsumi! You killed him!" Tsuzuki pointed an accusing finger at the culprit. Tatsumi sweatdropped.
Watari waited for the shinigami healing abilities to kick in, then scrambled up and flew up into Tatsumi's head, where he again chomped down on hair. Hey, it tasted good.
"Stop eating my hair."
Okay.
Everyone was filing out of the room to go home; it was the end of the workday.
"Bye Tatsumi~~!" Tsuzuki called and waved wildly. Hisoka smiled (o.O) and held up a hand. They left.
Tatsumi smiled sadly. "Why do I even try? Oh well, as long as Tsuzuki-san is happy. . ."
Watari flitted down to his shoulder and hooted softly, rubbing his head against Tatsumi's head, comforting him.
Tatsumi smiled again. "Thank you. . ."
He finally walked out of the room, two little owls fluttering after him.
Tatsumi entered his office. Watari landed on his desk, hopping impatiently from foot to foot, waiting for Tatsumi to get his coat so they could leave. Instead, Tatsumi seated himself at the desk, picked up a pen, and started doing paperwork.
Watari screeched loudly. What the Hell! It's the end of the workday! Let's go home let's go home!
Tatsumi paid him no attention, but continued to work at lightning speed, calculating taxes and pay cuts in a fraction of a second.
When he saw that he wasn't listening, Watari resorted to screaming like a banshee and trying to pluck Tatsumi's pen out of his hand and flapping in his face. I wanna go hoooome!!
Tatsumi snatched the owl off his face and gave him the patented death glare® that only Hisoka and himself could achieve. "Stop that!"
This only caused Watari to become even louder, almost biting Tatsumi's fingers. I wanna go home!
Tatsumi looked at him. "what, you want to go?"
Watari bobbed his tiny head up and down. Yes!
"Well, I'm not stopping you. You're free to go whenever you want." He released him and got back to work.
Watari pecked at Tatsumi's glasses. No! We all go home! You and me and 003 back to your apartment! Eww that sounded wrong. . .
Tatsumi got the idea. He surrendered. "Fine. I'll go too."
Watari, although in victory, was surprised. Why was the almighty Tatsumi, stronghold of all leadership in JuOhCho, shadow master, being so submissive to a little owl? He sure was weird. . .
Tatsumi pulled off his glasses and leaned in toward the little owl, smiling. "You know, Kurosaki-kun was right. You do look like Watari-san. You two both have lovely eyes and are incredibly hyper and cute. . "
Watari was so surprised he squawked like a chicken. Had he heard correctly? Did Tatsumi just say he was cute?
"Oh, what am I saying? You belong to Watari-san, don't you? You better not tell him I said that, okay?" He scratched his neck feathers, discovering that Watari liked it a lot.
Oh, he'll kill me if he knew I was me. . . Watari thought, He really acts nicer when he's alone. Or thinks he's alone with a couple of owls.
Tatsumi got up and put on his coat. He gave the owls a weary look. "You're not coming with me, are you?"
003 and Watari immediately resumed their usual perches on his body.
"You'll take money to maintain. Watari-san had better come back for you soon."
sweatdrop. He's so damn cheap. . .
Tatsumi swept briskly down the halls and out of the building, walking in the cold night down the path to his house. He talked a lot to the two little owls, especially Watari.
Watari listened to him intently, nipping gently and affectionately on his ear the whole time. He did like listening to Tatsumi, especially because he never talked this much. He talked to the owls about money, Tsuzuki,
. . . and about Watari.
". . .Watari-san is really cute, but I'm sure you know that already. He does cost a lot of damage with his explosions, though. I'll have to cut the funding again-"
Watari almost bit his entire ear off.
"OWW! Okay, you want to hear good stuff about him? I really love his personality. . . he's always so happy and cheerful. . . something I'll never be." Tatsumi looked kind of sad for a minute. "He has those energetic golden eyes, and his hair is beautiful. His hair. . .he should put it down more often. . .it looks so soft. . .and so do his lips. . ."
Watari fell off his shoulder. What the Hell? He blushed as best as owls could blush.
Tatsumi looked horror-stricken. "Did I say that out loud? I know you understand me. Don't ever, ever tell him anything about this. I'll kill you. Oh, you're already dead. I'll kill you again."
He would use my own shadow to choke me to death if he knew. . .Watari thought as he landed on Tatsumi's head.
"Well, we're here." Tatsumi pushed open the door to the apartment building.
Watari was surprised. He would've thought Tatsumi, given how miserly he was, would live in a dirt hole or something just to save money. The apartment building actually looked pretty nice. They walked (and flew) in. . .
End Chapter 1
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Thanks for reading!
-Julie
2/26/03
Chapter 2