Uhoh, well seeing that it is almost 10 years since I started with all this madness. I kid you not - it is a bloody aniversary! I`ve managed changing several jobs, two countries of residence, almost got married and almost became a parent.

I thought what the hell - might as well overhaul a bunch of things here too or rather make them less horrible to my eye. However as it stants this is a MAJOR revamp. I wanted to flesh out the characters more because they ware ricepaper thin.

And here we go :)


It was one of the days in Meifu which was like every other day in Meifu which was... pretty much the same apart from the incredible breakthrough Watari managed whilst dallying with varying doses of synthetic hormones. He was one step closer to his sex change potion and that indeed was something to celebrate. He picked up his phone to dial Tsuzuki when the guardian in question peeked through the lab door.

-"Watari, sorry to disturb you, I just finished my tasks and didn't want to sit in the office. May I stay here for a while?" 003 flew to him, settling on his shoulder.

-"Yes, sure, besides, I have this new potion and I can't find anybody to test it on." Watari chirped and patted a seat next to him.

-"Don't tell me this is the sex-change potion." Tsuzuki eyed him suspiciously.

-"No, no it`s a truth serum." Watari explained. "You drink it and 10 minutes later you answer truthfuly to all the questions I ask."

Tsuzuki stood there and looked at the scientist with mouth ajar "Hell no, no way will I be your guinea-pig for something like this. Call me back when you have perfected that rubber-cement hair styling salve." Watari snorted, heating the test-fluid and recording his observations. Tsuzuki placed his bum on the side of Watari`s lab desk to better see what the scientist was doing. Luckily the desk was sturdy enough not to wobble from Tsuzuki`s added weight.

They heard a commotion coming from the neighboring corridor steadily growing in loudness as they heard two distinct voices - those of Tatsumi and Terazuma and then suddenly a roar and a blast shook the walls of the lab. Tsuzuki jumped, breaking several glass vessels and cutting his palms with the shards.

-"You alright man?" Watari rushed to Tsuzuki`s side and examined the damage done.

-"Ow I`m so sorry, you had worked on these potions for so long."

-"Potions nothing, show me your hands." Watari pressed.

-"Just a scratch though." Tsuzuki commented looking at his cut-up palms as his regenerating body was pushing the glass shards out. This however did not sit well with Watari, who yanked the lab door open and glared at the commotion outside.

-"Dammit, Terazuma can`t you keep your explosive transformer abilities at bay?"

-"Not my fault." Terazuma groaned pulling the paper with magical seal off his forehead where Wakaba had secured it to let him regain his human form. Terazuma`s shikigami was of parasitic type and in exchange for its services it completely fucked up any romantic prospects Terazuma could ever have with opposite sex. In fact their section was primarily composed of men for that particular reason. Whilst in some cases it would not have been an issue, him being straight made matters much more difficult.

-"We are terribly sorry." Wakaba apologized for them both and bowed, "We had some newcomers in bureau - a man and a young girl, and she accidentally touched Terazuma."

-"Ooh, fresh meat!" Watari grinned.

-"Could we meet them too?" Tsuzuki entreated. Though people joined the ranks of shinigami for often painful and tragic reasons, having fresh blood every now and then was a good way of keeping things alive in the department.

Wakaba opened her mouth to respond but Terazuma shot her a meaningful look and whatever she was about to say died in her throat. Instead he took up on himself to do the explanations. "Sorry, they are not joining the summons section, so they were just passing by to take a look at the other departments."

As if on que Tatsumi appeared at the mouth of the corridor and joined their little group. "Now that our new colleagues have been escorted to their proper departments and Terazuma is done with making lasting first impressions, could we please stop clogging up the corridor and return to our proper duties?" Both Wakaba and Terazuma made their exit whilst Tsuzuki and Watari, having emerged from lab that was a few feet away did not feel just as compelled to return.

-"But we did not get to see the new addition to the crew!" Tsuzuki and Watari whined in unison. Terazuma grunted someghing along the lines that there was not much to see either way.

-"They are not animals on display, you all know the circumstances that entail joining our line of work. Plese treat them kindly and with deference." Tatsumi concluded. This seemed to cool down both Watari and Tsuzuki. However the secretary was not done speaking yet. "Mr. Tsuzuki, could I have a word with you after work?" To that the strongest shinigami in the office turned meek.

-"Am I in trouble?"

-"Whatever makes you think that way?" Tatsumi smiled, "I just wanted to discuss the new partner arrangement with you."

-"Y-you want to take away Hisoka?" Tsuzuki blanched and swayed, feeling the air knocked out of him. "W-why?" Moments later his eyes rolled and he collapsed on the floor.

-"Way to go Tatsumi." Watari scoffed. "What the hell is wrong with you?

-"This is not my decision, this is an order from higher-ups. I feel about it the same way you do."

-"Does Hisoka know?"

-"Not yet."

-"Ok, help me take him to the infirmary." Watari instructed as they both lifted the unconscious brunette.

Tsuzuki opened his eyes, it was dark outside already. The bed was comfortable, even a bit too comfortable to be his own. He shot up in a sitting position remembering what Tatsumi had said. He bit his lip, stifling a sob and took a look around the room, sure enough Hisoka had fallen asleep in the corner of the room. The boy had been waiting there for him and now they will each go their separate ways. Grief bubbled up again in his chest and there was nothing he could do to muffle the noise. Was Hisoka tired of him? No, the boy was not a cruel person like this, he would have told him before he informed the higher-ups.

Hisoka cracked one eye open and saw Tsuzuki weeping in bed. "Tsuzuki..." He uttered softly and rushed to the side of his partner. "How are you?" Tsuzuki looked at him through fingers, eyes brimming with tears, and shook his head. "I, hic, we... will not be partners anymore."

That was so shocking that Hisoka had to take a step back. Sure, the older shinigami was a handful at best of times but he was also the only one who had seen him for what he truly was and taken to him despite his initially bad temper. He had become his family, older brother and a friend, why would they be splitting them? Then something Tatsumi had told him that morning clicked the gears in his head. "You silly old goose." He said, not unkindly. "It is temporary."

Tsuzuki snapped to full attention. "Wha?"

"Tatsumi explained this to me while you were asleep. We have newcomers." Hisoka tried starting at the beginning. Tsuzuki furrowed his brow, that did not seem like a reason enough for him and he said so. "You also know that initially we are pretty traumatized by our deaths so this girl will also need some guidance, so to say, before she finds her own footing. And who is best to do it if not the oldest employed shinigami?" That seemed to make more sense and Tsuzuki seemed to relax.

"So, we will be taking care of her until she is paired off with someone else?"

"No. You will be taking care of her until then. I have been assigned to Watari for time being to help with the intelligence."

"But why not the both of us?"

"Chief Konoe believes that it is best if you work alone since the girl is a bit doubtful about whether or not she should pass and judging by your previous partners you are a sort of person to help them settle their minds. I know that helped me."

Tsuzuki remained doubtful regarding how he could be of much help since he hismelf had gone close to finishing his undead existence with passing or without. But then again, others mostly did not see his internal struggle. It was his own, what the people outside saw was probably very different from how he felt. But chief Konoe should have known. He sighed and pulled his tie looser noticing that his hand caught with a strech of pectoral that he previously did not remember having. Was he haining weight? He touched the rest of his torso, momentarily forgetting that Hisoka was there.

-"Um, why are you groping yourself Tsuzuki?" Hisoka looked at him with newfound sense of suspicion.

-"I don`t know." Tsuzuki kept touching his chest. "They feel achy and swollen, here, feel for yourself."

Hisoka recoiled a bit. "We are very close Tsuzuki, but not that close. Why don`t you ask Watari?"

-"Could you go with me?" Tsuzuki entreated.

Hisoka rolled his eyes but agreed to accompany his partner to Watari`s office which was, unfortunately closed...

-"I guess you will have to wait until the morning." Hisoka concluded.

-"Right, today I accidentally knocked over a couple of his test tubes. With Hajime going on rampage just outdoors, maybe it is something to do with that."

Having settled that misunderstanding and seeing that Tsuzuki was otherwise unhurt Hisoka decided to announce his leave, he was running late as it was. "I am heading home now." Hisoka paused looking at Tsuzuki`s despairing face. "You can stay over at my place, Tsuzuki but I will not be at home for most of the evening."

This caught brunette`s attention. "Huh, wha?" He knew that lately the boy was sneaking out earlier than usual and sometimes coming to work a bit later than expected. More often Tsuzuki saw that dreamy look on his face as if his mind was in another place entirely. Not that their reports suffered from it but Tsuzuki could not help but pinpoint it out. Sure, Hisoka was discreet but there were things that gave him away. A knowing smile his older partner`s face. "You dating someone, right?"

Now was the moment of Hisoka to be flustered. "No, idiot, I`m practicing swordfighting." Having faced off with Oriya in Kyoto he had understood that he needed to become better and he had all eternity to do that so why not start sooner? Even though that was true there was something else to it that Tsuzuki sensed. He leant in to look at Hisoka more directly.

-"Humm, but you are not doing it alone, are you?"

Hisoka blushed cherry red and started walking to the exit of the building faster. "Not your business, old man!"

Tsuzuki chuckled and caught up with him. "Hey, hey, there is nothing wrong with that." He tried encouraging the youth to spill the beans. "Have you been together for a long time? How did you meet?"

-"I`m not telling you more Tsuzuki." Hisoka said in a warning undertone.

-"Just let me know if you need any advice." The brunette winked at him.

-"Yeah, just don`t yak about it to everyone." Hisoka grunted. They had exited the ministry and now were on a lively street. The weather was good for early spring and they headed off to Hisoka`s place.

Hisoka lived in a small apartment which was furnished in a very traditional way. Tsuzuki always marvelled that it could have belonged to some senior person who romanticized the way of samurai rather than a young man such as Hisoka. They removed their shoes at entrance and stepped on tatami that were covering the floor of the apartment. Ricepaper walls separated livingroom from the corridor. Only the kitchen and bathroom were decorated in a modern fashion for the sake of practicality.

-"Now, I will be home quite late, make yourself comfortable and do Not cook for me." Hisoka spread a materess for Tsuzuki to sleep on and proffered a blanket. Then rushed to take his equipment in his bedroom. Tsuzuki heard the zipper of the bag close.

-"Can I come with you?" Tsuzuki entreated one last time.

-"No!" Hisoka slammed the door behind him so hard that the decorative flower arrangement next to it rattled.

Tsuzuki lay down on the bedding and stared at the ceiling. Minutes ticked by and then he whipped out his cellphone to call Saya. Ater two tones he heard a voice on the other end. "Oh, Tsuzuki, hi! I am a bit, um, busy at the moment, I have a late fencing practice." Tsuzuki let her know that he did not want to keep her from it and set down the phone grinning contentedly. His hunch might have been correct after all. He grinned and prepared to go to sleep.

At about 3 AM in the morning Tsuzuki was roused from his slumber, to which he had gone fully dressed, by a closing door. Hisoka had returned. Tsuzuki stood up and sleepily staggered to the door to greet the youth.

-"Whoa man, that is mighty late for you to be home. Did you have fun?" Tsuzuki grunted but his voice was a bit squeaky from the sleep. Perhaps it was the dust.

Hisoka just stood there staring at Tsuzuki as if he had seen a ghost. Then he produced his sword from the sheath and pointed it at Tsuzuki. "Who are you?!"

-"Hey, easy with that." Tsuzuki again noticed that squeakiness in his voice and cleared his throat. "Don`t point it at me, that thing is sharp."

-"Tsuzuki?!" Hisoka yelled to noone particular in the appartment brandishing his sword at Tsuzuki when he tried approaching the youth.

-"Hisoka, it`s me." Tsuzuki poined to himself.

-"What did you do to my partner and why are you wearing his clothes?" Hisoka growled.

Tsuzuki was starting to get annoyed. "I AM your partner and I am in front of you doofus and I fell asleep with my clothes on if you so must know."

-"What was the first meal you and I shared?"

-"Huh? Dumplings and sake." He grumpily crossed arms on his chest and noticed some obstruction there. He looked down and noticed two bouncy mounds of flesh that were pushing his shirt up uncomfortably. Quickly he unbuttoned his shirt and looked at himself in the hallway mirror. A pair of what looked like breasts were now stuck to his rib-cage. His eyes widened and he released a high-pitched shriek. But then shot a hand in front of his mouth, his voice had changed a lot.

-" Oh my god!" He yelped getting even more distressed because of his tone of his voice. "Hisoka, what is happening to me?"

-"I do not know" Hisoka now sheathed his sword and approached Tsuzuki. He looked into his face, two purple eyes were staring back, but the face had changed. It was more feminine, with finer features. Tsuzuki still remained tall but his body had gained curves where there previously were none and that was starkly accentuated by his clothing. Gingerly Tsuzuki felt his crotch and to his horror felt nothing there. "Oh no." He said in a little voice. "I-I lost my..." For good measure he pulled the front hem of his pants away from his body to take a look. Nothing. Tsuzuki saw the world skew before his eyes. Luckily Hisoka was there to helpfully smack him across the face. "Hold it togther, I will call Watari immediately. You just calm down, he will fix you." Hisoka`s voice trembled and he was not entirely sure if he believed what he just had said.

Wataris appartment.

The phone was ringing, he yawned, stretched and answered.

-"Hisoka, do you know what time it is?"

-"Watari, YOU PERVERT, WHAT DID YOU DO TO TSUZUKI!" Watari held the receiver away from his ear as Hisoka relayed what had happened.

-"I have no idea, honestly, I didn't do anything to him, but if he is stable, he should come for a checkup preferably first thing in the morning." This did not sit well with Hisoka as he proceeded to loudly explain that it had to be done then and there. To which Watari politely answered by switching off his phone.

In the meantime Hisoka had exhausted all the reliable Internet sources which implied the changes Tsuzuki had undergone. Whilst Tsuzuki had turned his home upside down in search of his lost genitalia.

-"I do not think we can develop breast cancer, Tsuzuki, and unless you have some sort of veird veneral disease there is no reason why you should lose your penis." Hisoka concluded. "So Tsuzuki, please stop rummaging through my appartment." Then an idea struck him. "Hey, If you calm down I promise I will tell you about my date tonight." That srew Tsuzuki`s attention immediately.

So it had been Saya after all. Tsuzuki was happy about it since they both were of similar age. He knew tha Hisoka liked the more bashful kind of girls if their experience on Queen Camelia had taught him anything. And he as also pleased that Hisoka was steadily overcoming the painful memory of Trubaki`s death. "I`m happy for you, Hisoka." He smiled despite his state.

Hisoka looked at him and blushed. "Um, Tsuzuki, your shirt is still unbuttoned."

Tsuzuki glanced down and chuckled "Ah damn, I need a bra."


Long time no post but it was pleasantly refreshing to write something. I will do similar updates to the rest of the chapters so for now there might be a dichrony in them. Sorry `bout that.