Tittle: Ash
Author: Andro
Rating: PG
Couples: TatsumixWatari
Disclaimer: If I owned them, Hijiri would have come a shinigami, Muraki would have appeared
more and Tatsumi and Watari would have been a couple.
Notes: Hiii, Andro here. ^^ This is just a short one-shot kind of thing. =D 'Cause my muse was
positively demanding that I write something about Tatsumi and Watari, and I did, and I decided
that since there's so few things about this couple( ;; ) that I'd post it here. *bows* Eh, it's not great, but
it's something at least, ne? ^^
*~*~*~
The rain splashed and slid over the roof of the imposing building inside the world of the dead, sounding
muted to the few people left inside. It was after working hours, so the only ones left inside were the
workaholics, and those that were looking for something to amuse themselves with.
Inside the structure's main lab, a pretty young man with thick golden hair worked hard, trying to perfect
a potion he'd been working on for a while
*~*~*~
A soft, pleased sigh was released, and then golden eyes peered over slipping glasses at the steaming
tube. Finally. He'd done it. A sex changing position. A grin turned his lips and Watari straightened up,
taking the utmost care with the vial, afraid to spill the liquid inside. It had taken him years, but finally,
after all the explosions and dissapointments -and quite a few interesting, but unexpected results-he had
done it!
Now, to find a test subject.
"You ate my cookie!"
Watari had enough time to blink in a confused way before a body slammed against his back, sending
the glass container in his hand flying into another chemical batch.
BOOOM!
*~*~*~
He wanted to be anywhere but in that office.
You would have wished you were somewhere else too, if Tatsumi had been glaring at you with those
icy blue as well.
"How could you be so irresponsible?"
The blonde scientist cringed, then looked sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck.
"It wasn't me, it was Tsuzuki and Terazuma's fault! Really." He defended himself, backing away when
Tatsumi's glasses gleamed.
//Oh, oh, that definitely can't be good.\\
"Explain."
"Err, well, I had just finished my sex changing potion-" Watari paused to sigh. All the notes, gone... "And
I was going to find someone to test it on, when I felt someone crash into me and I spilled the potion...
-well, you saw the explosion." He made a face. He hadn't even had the chance to take a shower and
change clothes before being dragged in for his punishment, and had ash marks all over his face.
Usually, he could care less about his appearance, but when one's clothes were cringed, ripped and full
of ash, even slobs tended to want a bath. And another outfit. And his nose was really starting to itch
too.
OO3 fluttered on his shoulder, shaking herself of the almost snow like substance, throwing it in a little
white cloud, making Watari's eyes water and he sneezed violently, almost making the small pet fall off.
Annoyed, she gave a series of sharp hoots to reprimand him and the scientist offered her a tiny smile,
rubbing his nose.
"Uhm, Tatsumi? If you're going to scream at me, can it wait until iafter/i I've taken a shower please?
I feel...icky."
"I don't scream." The secretary corrected automatically, then rolled his eyes despite himself.
"-Icky-?"
The younger shinigami grinned cheerfully, yellow rose colored eyes gleaming behind the thin glasses
he always wore.
"Yea, icky!" He looked way too happy for someone who was saying they felt uncomfortable. A smear of
gray ash made a striking contrast against the pale skin of his cheek and the shadow user sighed in
a resigned way, bringing out a handkerchief from his pocket. Couldn't any of them take care of
themselves? Tsuzuki with his overly eager eating habits, and Watari with the explosions. Though it
seemed this time that it wasn't the blonde scientist's fault, so he couldn't really blame him. Tsuzuki
though on the other hand, was going to ipay/i dearly for destroying the lab.
Efficiently he raised Watari's face up with twin fingers pulling the thin chin towards him and with the
other nimbly brushed away the cinder. It was only when Watari drew in a sharp breath that he realized
that he'd gotten a little to close and was only inches away from the questioning-expecting?-amber
eyes.
From there he could smell the lavender sweet scent of the scientist's long mane of aureate hair, and
Tatsumi liked the smell, inprinting it to memory. Warm air stirred against his palm and his attention was
drawn like a magnet to the partly opened mouth. The blonde didn't seem to notice anything, he had a
vaguely dazed expression on his features as he watched Tatsumi's face eagerly.
Lifting his fingers, the taller man brushed them across the parted rosy lips, curious to see if they were
as soft as they looked. They didn't disappoint him.
*~*~*~
Tsuzuki pressed his ear against the door, trying to hear. Silence. His violet eyes widened. This was all
that damn guy's fault! If he hadn't been so stingy with the cookies that Wakaba made, this wouldn't
have happened! Tatsumi was probably choking poor Watari in there!
Gathering his courage, Tsuzuki swung open the door.
"I'm sorry Tatsumi! I was the one that made the lab go-eh?" The oldest shinigami stopped and blinked
at his two co-workers, wondering why they looked guilty and remarkably red in the face.
"What's wrong?" He questioned, confused, tilting his head adorably to the side.
Blushing, Watari rubbed his arms across his lips which looked swollen and shook his head.
"N-Nothing's wrong, I was just going to leave." He stuttered, then vanished behind Tsuzuki into the
door way.
Looking annoyed, Tatsumi returned to his seat behind his desk, straightening his tie which for once was
out of place.
"Ah, Tsuzuki, I'm glad you came to see me, we have to discuss your actions with the lab." He
announced coolly.
The violet eyed man nodded silently, too interested in something else.
"Ne, Tatsumi? Why do you have Watari's hair ribbon in your hand?"
*~*~*~
Owari
*~*~*~
Eh, who knows? I might turn it into a story. XD; If I get enough reviews.
Andro
Author: Andro
Rating: PG
Couples: TatsumixWatari
Disclaimer: If I owned them, Hijiri would have come a shinigami, Muraki would have appeared
more and Tatsumi and Watari would have been a couple.
Notes: Hiii, Andro here. ^^ This is just a short one-shot kind of thing. =D 'Cause my muse was
positively demanding that I write something about Tatsumi and Watari, and I did, and I decided
that since there's so few things about this couple( ;; ) that I'd post it here. *bows* Eh, it's not great, but
it's something at least, ne? ^^
*~*~*~
The rain splashed and slid over the roof of the imposing building inside the world of the dead, sounding
muted to the few people left inside. It was after working hours, so the only ones left inside were the
workaholics, and those that were looking for something to amuse themselves with.
Inside the structure's main lab, a pretty young man with thick golden hair worked hard, trying to perfect
a potion he'd been working on for a while
*~*~*~
A soft, pleased sigh was released, and then golden eyes peered over slipping glasses at the steaming
tube. Finally. He'd done it. A sex changing position. A grin turned his lips and Watari straightened up,
taking the utmost care with the vial, afraid to spill the liquid inside. It had taken him years, but finally,
after all the explosions and dissapointments -and quite a few interesting, but unexpected results-he had
done it!
Now, to find a test subject.
"You ate my cookie!"
Watari had enough time to blink in a confused way before a body slammed against his back, sending
the glass container in his hand flying into another chemical batch.
BOOOM!
*~*~*~
He wanted to be anywhere but in that office.
You would have wished you were somewhere else too, if Tatsumi had been glaring at you with those
icy blue as well.
"How could you be so irresponsible?"
The blonde scientist cringed, then looked sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck.
"It wasn't me, it was Tsuzuki and Terazuma's fault! Really." He defended himself, backing away when
Tatsumi's glasses gleamed.
//Oh, oh, that definitely can't be good.\\
"Explain."
"Err, well, I had just finished my sex changing potion-" Watari paused to sigh. All the notes, gone... "And
I was going to find someone to test it on, when I felt someone crash into me and I spilled the potion...
-well, you saw the explosion." He made a face. He hadn't even had the chance to take a shower and
change clothes before being dragged in for his punishment, and had ash marks all over his face.
Usually, he could care less about his appearance, but when one's clothes were cringed, ripped and full
of ash, even slobs tended to want a bath. And another outfit. And his nose was really starting to itch
too.
OO3 fluttered on his shoulder, shaking herself of the almost snow like substance, throwing it in a little
white cloud, making Watari's eyes water and he sneezed violently, almost making the small pet fall off.
Annoyed, she gave a series of sharp hoots to reprimand him and the scientist offered her a tiny smile,
rubbing his nose.
"Uhm, Tatsumi? If you're going to scream at me, can it wait until iafter/i I've taken a shower please?
I feel...icky."
"I don't scream." The secretary corrected automatically, then rolled his eyes despite himself.
"-Icky-?"
The younger shinigami grinned cheerfully, yellow rose colored eyes gleaming behind the thin glasses
he always wore.
"Yea, icky!" He looked way too happy for someone who was saying they felt uncomfortable. A smear of
gray ash made a striking contrast against the pale skin of his cheek and the shadow user sighed in
a resigned way, bringing out a handkerchief from his pocket. Couldn't any of them take care of
themselves? Tsuzuki with his overly eager eating habits, and Watari with the explosions. Though it
seemed this time that it wasn't the blonde scientist's fault, so he couldn't really blame him. Tsuzuki
though on the other hand, was going to ipay/i dearly for destroying the lab.
Efficiently he raised Watari's face up with twin fingers pulling the thin chin towards him and with the
other nimbly brushed away the cinder. It was only when Watari drew in a sharp breath that he realized
that he'd gotten a little to close and was only inches away from the questioning-expecting?-amber
eyes.
From there he could smell the lavender sweet scent of the scientist's long mane of aureate hair, and
Tatsumi liked the smell, inprinting it to memory. Warm air stirred against his palm and his attention was
drawn like a magnet to the partly opened mouth. The blonde didn't seem to notice anything, he had a
vaguely dazed expression on his features as he watched Tatsumi's face eagerly.
Lifting his fingers, the taller man brushed them across the parted rosy lips, curious to see if they were
as soft as they looked. They didn't disappoint him.
*~*~*~
Tsuzuki pressed his ear against the door, trying to hear. Silence. His violet eyes widened. This was all
that damn guy's fault! If he hadn't been so stingy with the cookies that Wakaba made, this wouldn't
have happened! Tatsumi was probably choking poor Watari in there!
Gathering his courage, Tsuzuki swung open the door.
"I'm sorry Tatsumi! I was the one that made the lab go-eh?" The oldest shinigami stopped and blinked
at his two co-workers, wondering why they looked guilty and remarkably red in the face.
"What's wrong?" He questioned, confused, tilting his head adorably to the side.
Blushing, Watari rubbed his arms across his lips which looked swollen and shook his head.
"N-Nothing's wrong, I was just going to leave." He stuttered, then vanished behind Tsuzuki into the
door way.
Looking annoyed, Tatsumi returned to his seat behind his desk, straightening his tie which for once was
out of place.
"Ah, Tsuzuki, I'm glad you came to see me, we have to discuss your actions with the lab." He
announced coolly.
The violet eyed man nodded silently, too interested in something else.
"Ne, Tatsumi? Why do you have Watari's hair ribbon in your hand?"
*~*~*~
Owari
*~*~*~
Eh, who knows? I might turn it into a story. XD; If I get enough reviews.
Andro