OPERATION STALKER PERVERT

By Sweet Shuichi (However, the lemon (which is not here) was wrote with Ryuichi YAY! Thank Ryuichi for the um…cheesecake and lots of help.)

Story Disclaimer: There are also spoilers I guess, so anyone who hasn't seen the entire series will have to wait to read this. You can also read the owl lemon on the website. It has a plot purpose but is also meant to be funny. Unfortunately, most seem pissed off by it lol

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After Tsuzuki was certain that Muraki was really gone, he decided that he could use a nice long hot bath. And conveniently for him there was an elegant bathroom already inside the bedroom. He felt unclean and wanted to purify his body of Muraki's unwelcome touches. In fact, every time the doctor touched him it evoked a dreadful feeling deep within himself. The areas where he had been touched just a moment ago were also experiencing an almost burning sensation. He wasn't sure why Muraki affected him so much and was certainly not fond of it.

For a moment he wondered if Hisoka experienced something similar particularly because of what happened between him and the vicious doctor. Hisoka was entirely different than him though, so wasn't it a waste of time to even compare himself to him? Then again, it wasn't like he could just ask, "Hey Hisoka, what does it feel like after Muraki molests you?" He knew the sort of answer he would get and it would be selfish of him to make Hisoka think about something like that.

`But why should I be concerned about that?' he asked himself as he lowered his body into the comforting bathwater. Some bath bubbles slowly formed around his exquisitely detailed chest. It was apparent to him now that Hisoka didn't consider his feelings at all. He truly believed his adolescent partner did. After all, Hisoka was the one who saved him from his self destruction and from his own foolish bet with Muraki. But it was most likely his fault for the change in Hisoka's feelings towards him if there were any to begin with. That's right, the only one he could blame was himself.

That night, why did the stars have to be so bright? Why did Hisoka have to look at me with his big beautiful green eyes that way? Why did I get that feeling when he brushed those pink cherry blossoms out of my tousled hair? Why was I compelled to embrace him in my arms and slowly tenderly kiss him? Why did I let it happen? Why? He asked himself those unanswerable questions as a single tear gently rolled down his left cheek.

Those thoughts soon diminished from his mind when he heard a strange sound being made from somewhere inside the bathroom. His violet eyes roamed the room trying to locate it and then out of the vent a voice spoke, "Oh my Tsuzuki, you really do have quite the exquisite form."

Tsuzuki quickly grabbed a bath towel and wrapped it around his hips. He then knelled down by the vent and saw Muraki peering in with a camera in his hands.

"What the hell are you doing!" he yelled into the vent as his bath towel gradually started to slip down and expose his most private area.

"Mr. Tsuzuki, how nice of you to expose more of yourself for me," Muraki replied as he took another picture of the irritated Tsuzuki.

Tsuzuki wrapped his towel around himself again and said, "Damn it! Why can't you leave me alone!"

"If you really wanted to be left alone then why are you still here, in my house, Mr. Tsuzuki?"

Tsuzuki's face turned bright red and he quickly exited the bathroom by slamming the door behind him. When he was at the other side of the door his back slid down against the door's surface until he was sitting on the cold floor. He then propped his elbows against his knees and cupped his face in his shaky hands. He thought to himself, `Muraki's right, If I really wanted to escape I could easily leave. But a part of me actually wants Muraki's company. And I still can't face Hisoka after what I've done."

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Muraki backed away from the vent to examine the few pictures he was able to take. "These will do," he stated as he stood up from the floor and walked to his personal office while his eyes continued to be fixed on each picture. His eyes were so easily captivated by the beautiful guardian of death. Perhaps too easily…

He paused in front of the oak door for a second to obtain his key from his pant's pocket. He unlocked the door and then quickly closed it behind himself after turning the light on. He placed the digital camera on his computer desk and seated himself in his black leather recliner. "It won't be long now," he told himself as he pressed in the computer's power button and grinned.

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"Ah 003! I think I've finally done it!" shouted an ecstatic Watari jumping up and down as he waved his new creation about in the air. He suddenly stopped and then asked 003 what it thought about the invention. The reply he received was one hoot and two flaps. Watari beamed at little owl and loudly shouted, "Oh yes! Yes! Yes!"

003 left Watari's shoulder and started swiftly flying circles around the room while hooting continuously.

Tatsumi was walking just outside Watari's door and wondered what the scientist was making a commotion about. The curious man knocked twice and opened the door as he adjusted his glasses. "Watari what are you…" But he wasn't able to finish because 003 then collided with the right side of his head.

"Tatsumi!" Watari shouted as he witnessed the accident. He set his invention on a nearby table and rushed to his side. Before the secretary could fall to the floor, Watari caught him in his arms. Tatsumi muttered something as he rubbed the area that had just been struck. "Are you ok?" he asked with much concern.

"Uh…I'm fine," he reasoned. "I`m just shocked." He then stopped rubbing the area and adjusted his glasses again. He looked towards 003 whose eyes were filled with worry. He gave the tiny owl a soft smile reassuring that he was fine and not upset.

"You sure? You were hit pretty hard there." He leaned down closer and used his right hand's fingers to comb through Tatsumi's dark strands of hair to get a better look. His long blonde hair fell down onto Tatsumi's face as he performed his examination.

Tatsumi was no longer thinking of his injury but the closeness of Watari's body against his own and the texture of the flaxen locks of hair. The soothing sensation he received from Watari's hand running through his hair was making him feel rather aroused. "Really, I'm fine," he retorted and escaped from his embrace.

Watari smiled and simply said, "Okay."

"Anyway, what were you just screaming about?" he asked casually.

"Oh that. Well I've just created a crucial item that we could all use," he explained and gave him a bigger smile. He practically ran to the table where he left it. He picked it up and turned around towards Tatsumi.

Tatsumi raised an eyebrow. "That's a flashlight Watari."

"Not just any flashlight. It is the flashlight! It doesn't require batteries!"

"Really? Then how is it powered?" he asked now interested.

"By solar energy!" he said proudly as he pointed towards the sun behind the window.

"Seriously?"

"Yes! Pretty good eh?" He turned on the flashlight and focused the light on the ceiling. 003 perched itself back on his shoulders and started to flap its wings again.

Tatsumi smirked and walked up to the window. He closed the blinds and then made his way towards the room's light switch. He flipped it off and waited patiently for Watari to catch on so he could inform him about the surprise meeting they needed to attend soon.

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(BEEP or FuriKuri)

Shuichi:  I played with this chapter some more and decided the only info you missed was that Tatsumi and the chief have been watching some interesting videos…*cough* hentai (porn) *cough* It's not totally important but it'll be mentioned again later.

Ryuichi:  *points finger at Shuichi* Oi, you were watching those nasty videos na no da!!! Does Yuki know of these videos?

Tatsuha: *pops out of nowhere* Of course not! They are my videos!  *stares at Ryuichi* Sakuma-san! Come here my kami-sama (god)!! *attempts to glomp him*

Ryuichi:  Kumagoro Beam!! *throws Kumagoro at Tatsuha and hits him*

Tatsuha: *shrieks like a girl* I touched his Kumagoro!!!!

Shuichi:  Don't say it like it's a perverted thing!