Tittle: Ash
Author: Andro
Rating: PG
Couple: TatsumixWatari
Disclaimer: I'm a yaoi fangirl. THINK about it. If I owned YnM, there would have been a hella lot more action than there was. ^.~ And I don't mean the fighting kind.
For those that requested it....*amused* Not quite sure why you people want more, but here it is. =D
Thanks to Yukitsu, Kelly, Lux,Polyhymnia, Enjeru, Anabella, Elial, nekoMoon-Chan, Pitti and Yami No Tenshi for reviewing. ^^v This is for you guys, otherwise, I probably wouldn't have kept writing. But in any case, enjoy!
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A day passed. Then two. Three. They slowly melted into weeks, and still, Watari and Tatsumi avoided looking at each other, almost if it would cause physical pain if they did. Even being in the same room with each other was apparently intolerable, since one of them would flee with an excuse or other soon after.
Suspiciously, Tsuzuki watched the almost comical game with thoughtful violet eyes. He seemed to be the only one who noticed it. Hisoka almost never took his attention off one of his books to notice the actions of his co-workers, the chief rarely came out of his office, and the Goushoshin only complained about the fact that Watari kept borrowing books and kept forgetting to return them. He also never seemed to notice that his ribbon was gone, since he now wore his hair loose. Maybe he didn't know where his ribbon had gone, but Tsuzuki did know, and watched the two carefully when he wasn't being his usual hyper cheerful self.
It really was funny on some level, but it didn't feel like it to him. They were just trying to hard to not stare at each other, it was heartbreaking.
Slowly, Tsuzuki plotted with a small secretive smile of his own. He'd need the help of the charm caster from Sector 5, but that could easily be arranged. The plan was a walking cliché, but that didn't mean it wouldn't work.
Now, to find a suitable spot.
*~*~*~
Darkness rose around him, but he didn't mind. The dark was his ally, and shadows would never
hurt him.
Besides, it was -just- a closet.
Tatsumi sighed and leaned back against the wall, taking off his glasses. It wasn't like they were any help to him at that moment. He pursed his lips together and began wiping them with slow, deliberate movements with a handkerchief, just out of something to do.
Someone was going to pay dearly for this.
The secretary almost growled.
Finishing the balancing of that month's pay cut had unfortunately taken longer than he would have liked, sinking deep into the hours until he knew that there was no one else in the building but him. He was the only one obsessed enough with ending his task to stay that late.
Lately though, it wasn't as much as just finishing his work, but avoiding going home. It had been a while since he started feeling hollow in his own home, but the feeling never seemed to just vanish. Instead it grew steadily worse every time that he arrived from work. Something important was missing, and he felt uncomfortable trying to think of what it was.
He wasn't afraid. Of course not. What in the world did he of all people have to fear?
//Stop thinking that way, it's useless.\\ Tatsumi chided himself, slipping back on his glasses.
He had thought he had been alone when he had finally finished that day's workload. It was dark outside, and there was no point hanging around any longer. So picking up his papers, Tatsumi had left his office and began walking down the hall.
That's when it had happened.
Something small and glowing red-hot had been thrown at his chest, and then he'd felt hands pulling him quickly into a room. The door had made a loud slamming noise when it was shut, and Tatsumi had been left speechless. He'd called upon his shadows, but they hadn't risen to the summon. Then he had glanced down at the still glowing thing on his chest.
A charm.
Not only that, but a binding charm.
Which meant that for the next five hours, he was simply defenseless.
*~*~*~
By Tatsumi's count, he'd been in the closet for an hour. He'd tried knocking down the door, but only discovered quite unpleasantly that the door itself had a charm on it to ward off attempts to open it, and the consequences of trying only met with severe pain.
He was stuck. His personal charm still glowed, however weaker than from it had first been cast. It was only natural. As time passed, the glow of the charm would lessen, but until then, Tatsumi could only wait. Whoever had done this had apparently just wanted him out of the way, because despite the door being spelled, nothing had been done to him.
Still, someone was going to -pay-.
He just wasn't sure who.
Not many people could cast charms that powerful, so searching for casters in the nearby area shouldn't be too hard, he reasoned, but what if the person had an accomplice? Or if it was more than one spell caster working against him?(1)
Being lost in thought made him careless, and the next thing Tatsumi knew, something heavy and definitely -alive- had been thrown into him in the millisecond that the door had been opened. He caught a flash of gold hair, then they were shunned into darkness again as the door closed again.
Lavender.
He knew that scent.
"T-Tatsumi?"
He knew that voice.
Someone was going to -pay-.
"Hello to you as well Watari."
*~*~*~
To be continued..?
*~*~*~
1.Paranoid, aren't we Tatsumi?
^^ *shrugs* Hope you enjoyed minna.
Andro
Author: Andro
Rating: PG
Couple: TatsumixWatari
Disclaimer: I'm a yaoi fangirl. THINK about it. If I owned YnM, there would have been a hella lot more action than there was. ^.~ And I don't mean the fighting kind.
For those that requested it....*amused* Not quite sure why you people want more, but here it is. =D
Thanks to Yukitsu, Kelly, Lux,Polyhymnia, Enjeru, Anabella, Elial, nekoMoon-Chan, Pitti and Yami No Tenshi for reviewing. ^^v This is for you guys, otherwise, I probably wouldn't have kept writing. But in any case, enjoy!
*~*~*~
A day passed. Then two. Three. They slowly melted into weeks, and still, Watari and Tatsumi avoided looking at each other, almost if it would cause physical pain if they did. Even being in the same room with each other was apparently intolerable, since one of them would flee with an excuse or other soon after.
Suspiciously, Tsuzuki watched the almost comical game with thoughtful violet eyes. He seemed to be the only one who noticed it. Hisoka almost never took his attention off one of his books to notice the actions of his co-workers, the chief rarely came out of his office, and the Goushoshin only complained about the fact that Watari kept borrowing books and kept forgetting to return them. He also never seemed to notice that his ribbon was gone, since he now wore his hair loose. Maybe he didn't know where his ribbon had gone, but Tsuzuki did know, and watched the two carefully when he wasn't being his usual hyper cheerful self.
It really was funny on some level, but it didn't feel like it to him. They were just trying to hard to not stare at each other, it was heartbreaking.
Slowly, Tsuzuki plotted with a small secretive smile of his own. He'd need the help of the charm caster from Sector 5, but that could easily be arranged. The plan was a walking cliché, but that didn't mean it wouldn't work.
Now, to find a suitable spot.
*~*~*~
Darkness rose around him, but he didn't mind. The dark was his ally, and shadows would never
hurt him.
Besides, it was -just- a closet.
Tatsumi sighed and leaned back against the wall, taking off his glasses. It wasn't like they were any help to him at that moment. He pursed his lips together and began wiping them with slow, deliberate movements with a handkerchief, just out of something to do.
Someone was going to pay dearly for this.
The secretary almost growled.
Finishing the balancing of that month's pay cut had unfortunately taken longer than he would have liked, sinking deep into the hours until he knew that there was no one else in the building but him. He was the only one obsessed enough with ending his task to stay that late.
Lately though, it wasn't as much as just finishing his work, but avoiding going home. It had been a while since he started feeling hollow in his own home, but the feeling never seemed to just vanish. Instead it grew steadily worse every time that he arrived from work. Something important was missing, and he felt uncomfortable trying to think of what it was.
He wasn't afraid. Of course not. What in the world did he of all people have to fear?
//Stop thinking that way, it's useless.\\ Tatsumi chided himself, slipping back on his glasses.
He had thought he had been alone when he had finally finished that day's workload. It was dark outside, and there was no point hanging around any longer. So picking up his papers, Tatsumi had left his office and began walking down the hall.
That's when it had happened.
Something small and glowing red-hot had been thrown at his chest, and then he'd felt hands pulling him quickly into a room. The door had made a loud slamming noise when it was shut, and Tatsumi had been left speechless. He'd called upon his shadows, but they hadn't risen to the summon. Then he had glanced down at the still glowing thing on his chest.
A charm.
Not only that, but a binding charm.
Which meant that for the next five hours, he was simply defenseless.
*~*~*~
By Tatsumi's count, he'd been in the closet for an hour. He'd tried knocking down the door, but only discovered quite unpleasantly that the door itself had a charm on it to ward off attempts to open it, and the consequences of trying only met with severe pain.
He was stuck. His personal charm still glowed, however weaker than from it had first been cast. It was only natural. As time passed, the glow of the charm would lessen, but until then, Tatsumi could only wait. Whoever had done this had apparently just wanted him out of the way, because despite the door being spelled, nothing had been done to him.
Still, someone was going to -pay-.
He just wasn't sure who.
Not many people could cast charms that powerful, so searching for casters in the nearby area shouldn't be too hard, he reasoned, but what if the person had an accomplice? Or if it was more than one spell caster working against him?(1)
Being lost in thought made him careless, and the next thing Tatsumi knew, something heavy and definitely -alive- had been thrown into him in the millisecond that the door had been opened. He caught a flash of gold hair, then they were shunned into darkness again as the door closed again.
Lavender.
He knew that scent.
"T-Tatsumi?"
He knew that voice.
Someone was going to -pay-.
"Hello to you as well Watari."
*~*~*~
To be continued..?
*~*~*~
1.Paranoid, aren't we Tatsumi?
^^ *shrugs* Hope you enjoyed minna.
Andro