Tittle: Ash
Author: Andro
Rating: PGsh?
Couples: TatsumixWatari
Disclaimer: ^^v Just borrowing them for a while. Not to be taken seriously. =) Just a fluffy little story, after all.
A/N: Dedicated to us poor TxW-less fans. ;;
*~*~*~
An uncomfortable, thick silence descended upon the duo.
Finally, Watari gave a tiny sigh, sound more like a puff of air in the somber air.
"You don't have to sound so pleased Tatsumi." He declared with a hint of dryness, stepping away to put as much space between the other man and himself-which wasn't much, considering the closet was perhaps four feet in length, and three in width. Still, it was better than just staying pressed into Tatsumi's chest.
Well. Not necessarily -better-, but at least the action had more dignity.
His actions brought him up against the door and he leaned on it, grateful to have the option of not standing. At first, nothing happened, but then a crackling pain raced up his spine and Watari had enough time to give a pained yelp before warm hands grasped his shoulders and pulled him forward. Immediately, the torture stopped, and the blonde scientist drew in a haggard breath, clutching at Tatsumi's shirt, not caring anymore.
"What was -that-?!"
Out of the darkness and over his head, came the answer, darkly stated.
"It's spelled. I'm blocked too, so I can't use my powers." Giving the door a disgruntled look, the secretary dispelled the tense posture he'd acquired when hearing the pitiful cry coming from Watari. He allowed his hands to loosen their tight grasp on the scientist's shoulders since they refused to let go completely, still clasped protectively onto the aureate haired shinigami.
"Just don't move, and we'll be able to get out of here in a while."
Warily, Watari tilted his head up to look at Tatsumi head on, even though in the darkness he could see nothing. His back was sore, but soon enough his healing capabilities would kick in, he was sure. He just had to get his breath back, though he wasn't sure if it was from the shock or the close proximity of Tatsumi that caused it.
"A little while?" He echoed, questioning. A slight pause followed until he got his answer.
"Somewhere around in four hours."
An undignified squawk escaped from the scientist. He couldn't help it. Four hours? Alone? In a tiny space with the one person he'd been trying to secretly avoid for weeks?
"I'm not any more pleased than you are about this situation." Tatsumi snapped defensively. Did Watari really hate him that much? It had just been a kiss, he didn't need to over react like that over it. Conveniently, he chose to ignore the fact that his actions had been no better, and the slight pang of hurt that Watari's outburst of dread had caused.
Biting his lower lip, Watari pulled away, allowing his arms to drop aimlessly to his sides.
"Sorry, I was just surprised." Came the quiet mumble.
Silence reigned supreme once more.
*~*~*~
Tsuzuki fretted.
Almost an hour of no sound had come since they'd pushed the scientist into the closet, and he was starting to worry. He turned to the girl next to him and began bombarding her with questions in a slightly whining tone.
"What if they're dead? They could have killed each other and we wouldn't know!"
Sayeka Onori barely glanced at him from the spread of cards surrounding her. She was thin with long dark hair and blue eyes, and she belonged to one of the other sectors in the world of death.(1)
"They can't be dead because they're already dead Mr.Tsuzuki." Sayeka answered calmly, gathering the glowing cards into her hands. She wasn't particularly interested in why the violet eyed shinigami had wanted her to set up the blocking wards, but now that she had, she wished she'd asked for more money for the job. Standing in a deserted hallway for hours with no company to keep but an overly nervous god of death wasn't the way to spend an evening, and she wished she were home. Maybe watching some TV. She'd heard that tonight was the night of a 1001 God of Death Fakers moviethon.
"Oh...Right." Briefly reassured, Tsuzuki nodded quickly, then tried to approach the door to press his ear against the wood, only to receive a smack from Sayeka.
"Don't do that!"
Sheepishly, he rubbed the back of his head.
"Sorry, I forgot that it was charmed. It's not fair that only you can touch the door you know." He added, backing away from the door and slipping down to the floor with his legs crossed indian style. True to her nature, the younger shinigami just rolled her eyes and returned to her game.
Tsuzuki sighed.
What if it didn't work..?
Well, he'd be in a hell of a lot of trouble if it didn't.
Shrugging in a resigned manner, Tsuzuki petted the tiny owl on his shoulder who occasionally gave a worried glance at the charmed closet before ruffling her feathers and going back to sleep.
*~*~*~
The lack of sound was killing him. Sure a lot of the time he spent alone in his lab, but at least then he had 003 that he could talk to. And if the little owl wasn't there, well, then he could talk to himself. In any case, where was that owl of his in the first place? He sighed. Well, as long as she wasn't hurt then it wasn't a problem.
Watari wondered what hat happened. This wasn't exactly what someone who wanted to harm them would do, this seemed more like a set up especially for the two. His golden eyes widened. Had someone noticed the looks he'd snuck at Tatsumi? Or even worse, the times that he'd slink into a daydream and sigh his name?
//Oh dear...whoever is doing this, probably thinks they're doing me-or Tatsumi-a favor. They're so wrong.\\ He thought with sorrow. In one way, a part of him didn't exactly -mind- being locked in the space with the secretary, but Tatsumi obviously wasn't happy about it at all. Obviously he regretted their shared kiss.
"Why are you sighing?"
"I-was just thinking about the lab accident." Watari lied, not knowing what else to say. 'Nothing' was too suspicious, and it was obvious he was sighting about -something-.
Tatsumi paused.
"Do you regret it?"
Unsure, Watari cursed the lack of light silently, wishing he could see the other's face. //Why not? You kissed him back, it's not like he doesn't know you have feelings for him, so just say it and get it over with.\\
"No." He took a deep breath. "I don't regret it at all. Any of it."
An uncomfortable pause inssued, and Watari waited with held breath, senses sharper than usual, trying to catch any sound.
He almost flinched back when he felt fingers run across his cheek but stood still, surprise and anticipation making a heavy combination in his mind. He forced himself to release his breath, having forgotten about it and to gulp in new air. Tatsumi still hadn't said anything, but his fingers were brushing their way over the bridge of his nose down one cheek again to pause at the scientist's lips. They were so very light that Watari wasn't completely sure that they were there at all. And then they were gone.
Watari felt disappointment shoot through him straight to the core. //Now what?\\
"I don't regret it either." Cool lips brushed questioningly against his mouth, and Watari responded eagerly, pressing both back against the wall with a muffled thumping noise.
*~*~*~
Tsuzuki's head snapped up from the dozing state that he'd sunk to and stared at the door. He was sure he'd just heard something hit a hard surface. His hand twitched at his side, wanting to reach out and open the door.
"Don't." Sayeka ordered coolly, having also raised her head. She listened to the very light sounds coming from inside and snorted to herself.
"Nothing's wrong. They're just enjoying themselves." Peacefully, the dark haired girl packed her things and glanced at the other shinigami, standing up.
"I'd give them some time alone, the spells will wear off in a few hours, but I suspect they'll stay there longer than that. Good night Mr.Tsuzuki." She bid him good bye, a tiny bit amused by the sudden blush that flared across his face from her words and left.
Tsuzuki nodded, then glanced at the door again, and grinned. Maybe this wasn't exactly what he had expected to happen, but he was happy with the results never the less. Patting 003 on the head lightly, he gave her a quizzical look.
"Do you want to come home with me, or would you rather wait until Tatsumi and Watari decide to come out?"
The female gave a brief, high pitched sound then settled against against the crook of his neck. //Finally,\\ she thought to herself, //those two will stop skittering around each other.\\ Content knowing that her master was happy too, she went to sleep.
*~*~*~
1.I don't know if there is any that can do that in the YnM universe, so I just popped in Sayeka. =)
A/N: ^^; Well, that really wasn't how I was expecting it to finish...but for my first YnM fic, it's not too horrible I suppose. Oh, and I just have to quote a friend of mine on this. "I love this fic. It shows that Tatsumi has hormones just like the rest of us." Hehe. ^.~
I received one request that I incorporate what I thought about the Mother into this fic, but I'm sorry, I honestly don't even know what's up with -that-. o_O I'm highly curious myself. Oh, well. We'll find out what's up with Watari's past one day or other. ^^ Hope you enjoy this lil' fic and happy late new year.
Andro
Author: Andro
Rating: PGsh?
Couples: TatsumixWatari
Disclaimer: ^^v Just borrowing them for a while. Not to be taken seriously. =) Just a fluffy little story, after all.
A/N: Dedicated to us poor TxW-less fans. ;;
*~*~*~
An uncomfortable, thick silence descended upon the duo.
Finally, Watari gave a tiny sigh, sound more like a puff of air in the somber air.
"You don't have to sound so pleased Tatsumi." He declared with a hint of dryness, stepping away to put as much space between the other man and himself-which wasn't much, considering the closet was perhaps four feet in length, and three in width. Still, it was better than just staying pressed into Tatsumi's chest.
Well. Not necessarily -better-, but at least the action had more dignity.
His actions brought him up against the door and he leaned on it, grateful to have the option of not standing. At first, nothing happened, but then a crackling pain raced up his spine and Watari had enough time to give a pained yelp before warm hands grasped his shoulders and pulled him forward. Immediately, the torture stopped, and the blonde scientist drew in a haggard breath, clutching at Tatsumi's shirt, not caring anymore.
"What was -that-?!"
Out of the darkness and over his head, came the answer, darkly stated.
"It's spelled. I'm blocked too, so I can't use my powers." Giving the door a disgruntled look, the secretary dispelled the tense posture he'd acquired when hearing the pitiful cry coming from Watari. He allowed his hands to loosen their tight grasp on the scientist's shoulders since they refused to let go completely, still clasped protectively onto the aureate haired shinigami.
"Just don't move, and we'll be able to get out of here in a while."
Warily, Watari tilted his head up to look at Tatsumi head on, even though in the darkness he could see nothing. His back was sore, but soon enough his healing capabilities would kick in, he was sure. He just had to get his breath back, though he wasn't sure if it was from the shock or the close proximity of Tatsumi that caused it.
"A little while?" He echoed, questioning. A slight pause followed until he got his answer.
"Somewhere around in four hours."
An undignified squawk escaped from the scientist. He couldn't help it. Four hours? Alone? In a tiny space with the one person he'd been trying to secretly avoid for weeks?
"I'm not any more pleased than you are about this situation." Tatsumi snapped defensively. Did Watari really hate him that much? It had just been a kiss, he didn't need to over react like that over it. Conveniently, he chose to ignore the fact that his actions had been no better, and the slight pang of hurt that Watari's outburst of dread had caused.
Biting his lower lip, Watari pulled away, allowing his arms to drop aimlessly to his sides.
"Sorry, I was just surprised." Came the quiet mumble.
Silence reigned supreme once more.
*~*~*~
Tsuzuki fretted.
Almost an hour of no sound had come since they'd pushed the scientist into the closet, and he was starting to worry. He turned to the girl next to him and began bombarding her with questions in a slightly whining tone.
"What if they're dead? They could have killed each other and we wouldn't know!"
Sayeka Onori barely glanced at him from the spread of cards surrounding her. She was thin with long dark hair and blue eyes, and she belonged to one of the other sectors in the world of death.(1)
"They can't be dead because they're already dead Mr.Tsuzuki." Sayeka answered calmly, gathering the glowing cards into her hands. She wasn't particularly interested in why the violet eyed shinigami had wanted her to set up the blocking wards, but now that she had, she wished she'd asked for more money for the job. Standing in a deserted hallway for hours with no company to keep but an overly nervous god of death wasn't the way to spend an evening, and she wished she were home. Maybe watching some TV. She'd heard that tonight was the night of a 1001 God of Death Fakers moviethon.
"Oh...Right." Briefly reassured, Tsuzuki nodded quickly, then tried to approach the door to press his ear against the wood, only to receive a smack from Sayeka.
"Don't do that!"
Sheepishly, he rubbed the back of his head.
"Sorry, I forgot that it was charmed. It's not fair that only you can touch the door you know." He added, backing away from the door and slipping down to the floor with his legs crossed indian style. True to her nature, the younger shinigami just rolled her eyes and returned to her game.
Tsuzuki sighed.
What if it didn't work..?
Well, he'd be in a hell of a lot of trouble if it didn't.
Shrugging in a resigned manner, Tsuzuki petted the tiny owl on his shoulder who occasionally gave a worried glance at the charmed closet before ruffling her feathers and going back to sleep.
*~*~*~
The lack of sound was killing him. Sure a lot of the time he spent alone in his lab, but at least then he had 003 that he could talk to. And if the little owl wasn't there, well, then he could talk to himself. In any case, where was that owl of his in the first place? He sighed. Well, as long as she wasn't hurt then it wasn't a problem.
Watari wondered what hat happened. This wasn't exactly what someone who wanted to harm them would do, this seemed more like a set up especially for the two. His golden eyes widened. Had someone noticed the looks he'd snuck at Tatsumi? Or even worse, the times that he'd slink into a daydream and sigh his name?
//Oh dear...whoever is doing this, probably thinks they're doing me-or Tatsumi-a favor. They're so wrong.\\ He thought with sorrow. In one way, a part of him didn't exactly -mind- being locked in the space with the secretary, but Tatsumi obviously wasn't happy about it at all. Obviously he regretted their shared kiss.
"Why are you sighing?"
"I-was just thinking about the lab accident." Watari lied, not knowing what else to say. 'Nothing' was too suspicious, and it was obvious he was sighting about -something-.
Tatsumi paused.
"Do you regret it?"
Unsure, Watari cursed the lack of light silently, wishing he could see the other's face. //Why not? You kissed him back, it's not like he doesn't know you have feelings for him, so just say it and get it over with.\\
"No." He took a deep breath. "I don't regret it at all. Any of it."
An uncomfortable pause inssued, and Watari waited with held breath, senses sharper than usual, trying to catch any sound.
He almost flinched back when he felt fingers run across his cheek but stood still, surprise and anticipation making a heavy combination in his mind. He forced himself to release his breath, having forgotten about it and to gulp in new air. Tatsumi still hadn't said anything, but his fingers were brushing their way over the bridge of his nose down one cheek again to pause at the scientist's lips. They were so very light that Watari wasn't completely sure that they were there at all. And then they were gone.
Watari felt disappointment shoot through him straight to the core. //Now what?\\
"I don't regret it either." Cool lips brushed questioningly against his mouth, and Watari responded eagerly, pressing both back against the wall with a muffled thumping noise.
*~*~*~
Tsuzuki's head snapped up from the dozing state that he'd sunk to and stared at the door. He was sure he'd just heard something hit a hard surface. His hand twitched at his side, wanting to reach out and open the door.
"Don't." Sayeka ordered coolly, having also raised her head. She listened to the very light sounds coming from inside and snorted to herself.
"Nothing's wrong. They're just enjoying themselves." Peacefully, the dark haired girl packed her things and glanced at the other shinigami, standing up.
"I'd give them some time alone, the spells will wear off in a few hours, but I suspect they'll stay there longer than that. Good night Mr.Tsuzuki." She bid him good bye, a tiny bit amused by the sudden blush that flared across his face from her words and left.
Tsuzuki nodded, then glanced at the door again, and grinned. Maybe this wasn't exactly what he had expected to happen, but he was happy with the results never the less. Patting 003 on the head lightly, he gave her a quizzical look.
"Do you want to come home with me, or would you rather wait until Tatsumi and Watari decide to come out?"
The female gave a brief, high pitched sound then settled against against the crook of his neck. //Finally,\\ she thought to herself, //those two will stop skittering around each other.\\ Content knowing that her master was happy too, she went to sleep.
*~*~*~
1.I don't know if there is any that can do that in the YnM universe, so I just popped in Sayeka. =)
A/N: ^^; Well, that really wasn't how I was expecting it to finish...but for my first YnM fic, it's not too horrible I suppose. Oh, and I just have to quote a friend of mine on this. "I love this fic. It shows that Tatsumi has hormones just like the rest of us." Hehe. ^.~
I received one request that I incorporate what I thought about the Mother into this fic, but I'm sorry, I honestly don't even know what's up with -that-. o_O I'm highly curious myself. Oh, well. We'll find out what's up with Watari's past one day or other. ^^ Hope you enjoy this lil' fic and happy late new year.
Andro