A/N: Yay! This is my first YnM fic! I'm soo happy! Anyway, I'm sorry it's so short; there probably will be longer ones in the future.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yami no Matsuei. Sorry, I know you all thought I did.
"Hisoka…look what I've got!"
"Ugh! Put it away Tsuzuki! That's disgusting!"
"Aw, come on, 'Soka-chan! You know you want it!"
"Not that Tsuzuki!"
"Pleeeeeeaaaaase! Just for me? It makes me happy!"
"Like I'm always telling you: NO!"
"C'mon Hisoka, open your mouth. Here it comes!"
"WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING!" yelled Tatsumi, emerging from his office. His glasses were askew, his hair was frizzy, and he was sweating profusely. The hand clutching the door was white and his eyes had a crazy glint in them.
Tsuzuki and Hisoka both froze and looked at Tatsumi with blank expressions. Hisoka's mouth was stuffed with cake and his cheeks were bulging. He resembled a hamster caught in the headlights. Tsuzuki's fork was still in Hisoka's mouth and he was holding a plate of half-eaten vanilla cake.
Tatsumi's breathing returned to normal as his eyes took in the scene before him. Then he realized how odd he must look. He then straightened his tie and cleared his throat.
"Erm, yes, excuse me. After the…ah…cake, back to work. Now if you'll, er, excuse me. I have some budget balancing to do," and with that, Tatsumi returned to his office.
Curse you, Watari-san! You've corrupted me for good! He thought, angrily, clenching his fist.
In his lab, Watari experienced a sneeze of violent proportion.
"Whoa…Hisoka, I think Tatsumi's losing it."
Hisoka, having swallowed the massive mouthful of cake, rolled his eyes at his partner.
"That's like the pot calling the kettle black."
Owari