Woo! My first Yami No Matseui fanfic!

This came about as a result of (obviously) reading Yami No Matsuei manga, my yaoi-obsessed brain, and conversations with my equally yaoi-obsessed friend, Beck.

This chapter, and in fact this story, as my first anime-related fanfic (look out for Gundam Wing and possibly Angel Sanctuary to come), is dedicated to her, also called Namida, for getting me into anime, and for starting the bishiquest with me XD

I will endeavour to check out any facts with her before posting my chapters, but sometimes if I'm on a writing spree I won't have time ('cos she won't be online), so I apologise if I get anything wrong.

Now, let's get on with it.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, if I did I wouldn't be bothering with the fanfic, we'd be…*ahem* otherwise occupied… mmmm, Tsuzuki… anyway…

WARNING – this story WILL contain slash/yaoi/shonen-ai/whatever name you wanna give it. That's male/male relationships, if you can't handle that, I advise you only read the first few chapters.

Oh, and I planning on saying this in at least one up coming chapter of every story I have in a different fandom – I cannot write lemon, I just can't do it, I can't write sex scenes of any kind, please don't ask me to.

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~ Chapter One ~

As the last ingredient slowly dripped into his latest concoction, Watari crossed his fingers and prayed that his sex-change potion would finally work.

If you were to ask Watari why he was trying to make a sex change potion, he'd probably tell you something about wanting to understand women. However, if you could peer past the strawberry blonde locks and read his mind, you'd realise it had nothing to do with understanding women, and everything to do with a certain amethyst-eyed co-worker and friend to the scientist.

You see, Watari had been in love with Tsuzuki for almost as long as he'd known the brunette, but his fellow shinigami had only ever seemed interested in girls, hence the potion.

Offering up a final prayer to whatever deities may have been watching, the blonde lifted the beaker and drank the contents in one go.

Pulling a face at the vile flavour, Watari replaced the beaker upon the desk and sighed heavily. He picked up a pen and the pad containing his experiment notes, and scribbled down 'No effects so far, faint nausea.' No sooner had he written the words than he felt compelled to rush to the bathroom to throw up. He didn't quite manage it, collapsing onto the bathroom floor, unconscious…

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It's a double drabble…sort of… uh, yea.

Anyway, I know that's short, but it seemed the perfect place to end it, and the next chapter will follow soon, I promise...hopefully….

Please review, I love reviews almost as much as chocolate, and that's saying something.