Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN YAMI NO MATSUEI!! I WISH!! OH, MY HYNE, DO I WISH!!!

-if people are wondering what the hell "Hyne" is... it isn't 'hynee' but 'hyne' as in the god that Irvine in FF8 always swore to...- xp I'm a geek, I love it.

Author note: Well, here is something you rarely see... Personally, I think it's the best couple ever!! I love it!!! I wrote this here thing for a friend- Ashwee-sama- She has the inside scoop... But, whoever said we're dealing with icecream?? Pretty much, please review... Ashwee-sama didn't edit my work so I have no clue if my editing was right or not xp

Watari cursed himself, wishing with every fiber of his being that he hadn't messed up. He wasn't supposed to be here. Wasn't supposed to be in the emergency room, about to have a surgery that he hoped wouldn't be successful. They wanted him to live- he wanted to disappear- to die. His extended life wasn't worth it, being dedicated to science, his only friend. Though, this friend did not like him apparently, as he often thought, being killed by this so called "friend", scrutinized and criticized over it. No one knew that he took everything to personally.

Doctors ran next to the moving stretcher, their voices muted, only facial expressions showing how frightened they were of the smoking body. The fact that he could see them- despite the blurriness of the forms- was not acceptable in his nearly unconscious mind; he had wanted to be inoperable by this stage. Lights flashed as his mind chose whether or not to shut down or strive to continue. As he was being set up on the operating table, a mask being placed upon his face, he caught a glimpse of what he thought was an angel. A white and silver angel smiling down at him. And then black.

"Watari? Are you all right now? Hey! I think he's waking up!!" Tsuzuki's voice rang clearly through the room, causing Tatsumi to scold him about being loud. Hisoka didn't say anything to comfort Tsuzuki when he turned around nearly crying. After assuring that what Tsuzuki said was true- for he had said the same thing nearly five times by now, believing that Watari was coming to every time he moved they gathered around their friend's bed.

"W…W-where am I?" Watari asked with a frail voice.

"You are in a hospital, Watari-san." Tatsumi said quietly, noticing that Watari seemed to be a bit hesitant to open his eyes. The world was calling him, but he was denying the right to be there. Finally, Watari looked around, his eyes barely opening to see Tatsumi, Tsuzuki, Hisoka, and the Gushoshin twins.

"Wow, I never expected you to screw up this badly…" Tsuzuki commented after moving the covers and looking at the scientist's body nosily. Tatsumi slapped his hand and told him to leave Watari alone.

"Indeed, to have nearly the same thing happen to you twice… I thought that you learned the first time. The hospital bill is coming out of your paycheck for being negligent." Tatsumi was still a tightwad in the end.

"Thank you for you hospitality, Tatsumi…" he replied, weakly attempting a smile. He wanted to disappear into the black abyss that claimed him, and he was hiding it rather well. "Watari, don't listen to him! He's being mean today!! Don't worry, I can help pay!" Tsuzuki offered, though everyone knew he didn't make enough money to actually cover the smallest portion of the expenses. He still owed the Ministry of Hades for the library he decimated.

"No. This whole mess is making our district hit bottom. Thanks to you, we now have to wipe the memories of the police, nurses, and everyone else that saw you last night." Tatsumi explained angrily. The doctor entered looking down at his clipboard, ignoring the discussion going on. When he finally looked up a sadistic smile grew on his face. Despite his "happiness" he still had a job to fulfill. "Watari Yutake is suffering from extreme burns to his entire body- although shows no signs whatsoever of actually "suffering" from them. His left leg is broken, and from what we know, he should be dead." Everyone looked at the doctor, not noticing him there before. A horrid silence fell upon the room, everyone looking at each other in shock. How could this have happen?

He was quite tall, despite this he wore his doctor's white uniform down to the floor, glasses sat agedly on the bridge of his nose, with a hoary real and glass eye meeting the gaze of Tsuzuki. Silver hair added to the savior-like appearance in which he used to the fullest extent. Muraki. Like the devil. Muraki. Rapist. Murderer. Obsessed maniac. "Hello, Mr. Tsuzuki." he said with the same sadistic smile.
"T-Tatsumi!! H-how…???" Tsuzuki was utterly confused of how this could have happened. He shouldn't have been there. Muraki was supposed to be dead, yet here he was in front of them, in control of his friend's life. "M-Muraki."

"I'm very sorry for having to cut our meeting short, but the patient has to rest." he said sadly, having his prey leave him was depressing.

"Of course, you can come visit again at visiting hours tomorrow; I'll be waiting"

Muraki shooed them out of the room. They hesitated, but when Muraki grabbed Tsuzuki's back side caressingly he was the first out- gladly the first out. Exiting the hospital, Hisoka looked sick, disgusted. Tatsumi supposed it was seeing Muraki- the person that raped and killed him. However, Tsuzuki saw it a different way, "Don't worry 'Soka… Watari will be okay…" No one believed him, even himself.

"Well, Watari Yutake, you have a wonderful set of friends. Absolutely magnificent." Muraki smiled once more expecting a frightened answer, though none came. The patient was looking out the window expectantly- gloomily. He was thinking about how stupid he was. Of course, the accident was a bi-product of being utterly drunk, but to think that he could die was being ignorant. It was completely impossible. Now he was just a burden to everyone. He would heal, he should have known that. The fact that he had never been severely injured in his shinigami form served as knowledge that would have been useful when trying to destroy it.

Muraki impatiently stood at the bedside, expecting some sort of recognition. Receiving none, he took the time to study the alluring scientist. Watari's long blonde hair shrouded his shoulders and complimented the femininity of his lithe, yet not in the least graceful, body. A look of wanting painted his face to be needy. His pale body, in comparison of Tsuzuki's, was far beyond any stature known to Muraki. Watari's lips curved into a half pout, thinking of the day when he would return to work- everyone either pitying him or counting on him for some miracle only science could do.

Going over the angel-like structure once more, Muraki decided he needed this scientist. His beauty was Tsuzuki twofold, if not more. This need was beyond anything Tsuzuki cursed him with- this need was genuine and powerful. However, for some reason he craved the blonde to go along willingly; it would only be a one-time moment if he raped him like he did the others. "I heard the older man, I believe his name was Tatsumi, speaking of a situation like this. This has happened before?" Muraki asked, this time waiting patiently for him to respond.

Watari turned around feigning to be coming out of a daydream, covering his self-hate with his usual cheery smile. "Hm? Oh, yes, I do seem to recall something like this happening before. I suppose I should've learned from the first time"

Muraki eyed him skeptically, "You don't seem to be afraid that I'm your doctor…" Watari contemplated this, wondering why exactly he felt no fear. He decided that it was because he knew the worse cruelty Muraki could do to him was rape him- and honestly, he thought that idea was rather inviting. The doctor was good looking to say the least, in his opinion, and he had actually admired him for quite some time. Muraki dedicated his life to find the ultimate form. He had given his life up for this research of science- so they had relatively a lot in common. Watari was jealous of Tsuzuki for having Muraki obsessed with him- though that was only when he was truly depressed and sought comfort from alcohol. He was in slipping into one of those moods.

"I'm not… You're on shift, thus you can't do anything without being fired." he responded after thoroughly examining his thoughts on the subject. Muraki stepped closer so he was against the bed, and lowered his hand to caress Watari's cheek.

"So, you're not frightened even if I do this?" he asked rubbing his thumb down his face. Watari simply shook his head, not in the least effected. Muraki brushed his thumb across the blonde's lower lip wanting to extract some sort of response. He thought for a second that maybe the scientist lost sense of touch from the burns, thus why he was so stubborn. But, that thought went away as he let his hand travel down, under the patient's blankets and hospital gown, onto his taught chest, sending a fit of shivers down Watari's back. Enjoying the reaction, Muraki continued to caress his chest, traveling lower with every movement. He smirked seeing Watari squirm from his touch, although not as satisfied as he would be to hear his name being screamed like bloody murder. For now, he was content with this much power, aching for more, but only allowing himself what he deserved. Or maybe he was changing into a softhearted person? Not very likely.

Watari was in shock, not expecting Muraki to do this to him and it surprised him even more that he would dare to do it in a working environment. A small moan of disappointment escaped his lips as he felt the hand work its way back down and out of his gown and blankets. Muraki looked annoyed and it took several seconds for Watari to hear the sound of a pager going off. The doctor took the device from his pocket and looked at it agitatedly. He sighed, "Sadly, I have to leave… There's a meeting I am required to attend…" with that he walked out of the room clutching the pager angrily. His playtime had been interrupted. Someone had to pay for it.

Author note 2: Please review... Not many people like this couple... so, out of respect for someone with no life that would create this... REVIEW!!!