Watari as an Owl
Chapter 2
by Julie
Disclaimer: Yami no Matsuei belongs to Matsushita Yoko.
Pairing: Tatsumi x Watari
After walking up a few flights of stairs, Tatsumi pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked a door. He pushed it open, and Watari and 003 flapped (zoomed uncontrollably, in the former's case) in to the dark room. Tatsumi flicked on a light, and Watari got his first look at the inside of Tatsumi's apartment. Really, it wasn't that bad. Nothing really fancy or extravagant, but better than your average low-pay apartment.
Tatsumi draped his coat across the back of a chair and turned to the two little owls, smiling. "It's not much, but it's good enough for me. I hope you find it all right."
That's when Watari understood why Tatsumi had talked to the owls so much. He was actually very lonely. Tatsumi was usually the one comforting Tsuzuki, and while the latter appreciated it, he still couldn't get close to him for fear that he'll see his mother in him and be laden with guilt. Hisoka respected Tatsumi, but they weren't very close. Oh. . .and he, Watari, was always preoccupied with his experiments and never got to really know him. Watari felt a surge of guilt. This was probably the first time Tatsumi actually had someone to listen to him. . .
Watari was so involved in his thoughts he hadn't noticed when Tatsumi went to the bathroom to turn on the water to fill up his hot tub.
When he saw 003 fly into a room to explore Tatsumi's apartment, he chirped a "Wait for me!" and flapped after the small brown owl. They flew into random rooms, and while the place wasn't that big, it seemed enormous to the tiny birds.
Then, they fluttered into Tatsumi's bathroom. His hot tub was rather big, and it was filling up with water.
Watari thought, Hmm, he has a big bathtub. He must really like bathtubs to spend so much on one.
003 and Watari decided to rest here, and perched on Tatsumi's fluffy blue towel. Watari ruffled his feathers, and 003 began to preen herself.
Tatsumi chose this moment to come in and decide that his water bill was going to be rather high if he didn't turn it off. Besides, it was almost full.
Not noticing the owls were in the room with him, Tatsumi sat on the edge of the bathtub and started to unbutton his shirt.
003, being female, gave a loud screech and accidentally knocked Watari off the towel to behind the sink, where he was hidden from view.
Tatsumi looked up. "Well, I can't have you watching me take a bath, can I?" He stook up and opened the door for her. "Go on."
003 whizzed out the door faster than Watari could've gone.
Tatsumi smiled and shut the door, thinking he was alone again. Watari was struggling to gain a foothold on the slippery tile and didn't notice as Tatsumi removed his glasses, undressed himself, and slipped into the hot water.
Watari scrabbled around, trying to dig his tiny talons into the shiny tile but instead fell flat on his face. Why did tile have to be so damn slippery? Then, he remembered something.
Oh yeah. I can fly.
He flapped upwards back to the blue towel, and saw Tatsumi, Very Naked and sitting almost shoulder-deep in the warm water.
Watari's eyes widened so much that the golden orbs were in danger of falling out of his head and rolling across the evil slippery tile.
Damn, he has a nice body, Watari thought.
What am I THINKING?!?! This is Tatsumi! TATSUMI!!!
Tatsumi had seen Watari (Well, it's pretty hard to miss an owl flying around your bathroom), frowned, and said, "I thought I kicked you out? Oh, it was the other one. Well, I don't feel like getting up to let you out. If you don't like it, don't watch. Or squeeze under the door or something."
Watari trilled indignantly. Or course he liked it! And he certainly didn't want to squeeze under the door!
So, just to show his defiance, Watari flew to and landed on Tatsumi's head.
Tatsumi sighed as Watari started chewing on a strand of brown hair, and Watari chirped in victory.
Then, he felt itching spread down his body.
His feathers! His feathers were melting back into skin!
Watari felt a surge of fear. Oh my God, not now!
It didn't help, though. Talons turned to feet, and a few seconds later, a Very Naked Watari screamed and tumbled off Tatsumi's head into the bathtub, splashing water everywhere. "AAAAH!!!"
The two very exposed shinigami stared at each other for a good ten seconds, both faces turning an unnatural shade of pink.
Finally, Watari grinned and said, "Watari-san has come for his owls~! 3 3"
Tatsumi growled in a very low, very dangerous, very scary voice, "GET. OUT." and he more of less grabbed Watari by the neck and threw him at the door.
Watari hit the door with a loud THUD and fell to the ground. He jumped up and whined, "That was MEAN!"
Tatsumi gave him the glare of death ® (x 1,o0o,o0o)
Watari eeped. "okay. . .but. . ."
Tatsumi threw a look at him that just DARED him to say whatever it was.
". . .can I borrow the towel?"
sweatdrop.
"THANK YOU~!! 3 3"
Watari grabbed the fluffy blue towel, wrapped it around his waist, and dashed out the door.
sweatdrop.
He closed his eyes, willing the blush to go away. It failed, and instead his cheeks turned several different hues of pink and red as he thought back to the conversations. . .and what he had said to the little golden owl. . .
"Shit."
"003-chaaan!! Where are yooou~?" Watari's cheerful voice rang out. Tatsumi glared at the door. He hadn't left!
"Oh, there you are! 3 3"
There was a lot of screeching, flapping, and screaming.
"Okay okay I'll put something on!!! OW!! ow! Don't claw me!"
The door swung open, and Watari popped his head in. "Tatsumi, can I borrow some clothing?"
"No. Go away."
"Please? I'll love you forever!!! Seeiii-chaaaaan~~!! 3 3"
"In the closet. Don't call me Sei-chan."
"Thank you Sei-chan~!" Watari bounced away and slammed the door.
a little while later. . .
"Your clothes are all the same! Damn how many suits do you HAVE?!?"
"Just pick something and go away!"
"I found your boxers!"
"LEAVE MY BOXERS ALONE YOU BLOODY BASTARD!!!"
"okay."
Tatsumi rested his head on his hand. When was he going to go away?! He was getting tired of sitting in the water when he could be calculating how much funding he should take away from Watari's lab.
. . .
He had nothing to wear. Watari had taken his towel, and his clothes were soaked completely with water.
"Watari-san? Could you get me some clothes?"
"What? Okay!"
There was some rummaging, and the door was flung wide open. A very cheerful Watari threw some clothes at the tile. "Here ya go!!" The door slammed shut again.
Tatsumi blushed. "You could've just put the clothes under the door!" He yelled.
"Picky picky."
Watari threw the door open again, took the clothes, and closed the door. He then poked the clothing back under the door. "You happy?"
sweatdrop.
Tatsumi got out of the bathtub and waited a few minutes for himself to air dry. His hair looked slightly spiked from all the water. Then, he put on the clothes Watari had put under the door: a white button-up shirt, boxers, and slacks.
He heard some creaking of springs from the other side of the wall. Watari was jumping on his bed. "Wheee!! You have such a bouncy bed Sei-chan!!"
"Don't call me Sei-chan! And stop jumping on my bed!!" His head ached at how much it would cost to repair if the bed broke.
"Aaah, don't worry. I can fix it if it's broken."
"Well, don't break it in the first place!"
"fine. Whoa your bed is comfy too!"
"Don't lie on my bed."
"No."
"yes.
"no."
"yes.
"no."
Tatsumi decided it would be more effective if he went outside and MADE Watari get the hell off his bed. He pushed open the door and walked to his bedroom.
Watari was lying there, blond hair spread out over the sheets, dressed in one of Tatsumi's button-up shirts and slacks. This outfit seemed strangely familiar to Tatsumi. . .
"Watari-san, you better not be wearing my boxers."
Watari gave him a strange look, and slowly shook his head no. "Why would I wear your boxers?"
sweatdrop.
"Get off my bed." The shadows started to ripple menacingly. "NOW."
Watari yawned and paid no attention, merely pulled a blanket over himself. It was soft and fluffy. "You wouldn't want to hurt your blanket, do you? It looks SO expensive. . ."
Crap. He's right.
"Well, I should be making dinner!" Watari leaped up and dashed to the kitchen. Tatsumi heard sounds of cabinets opening. "You barely have ANYTHING!! Well, I guess I could throw together something from this. . ."
Tatsumi walked to the kitchen and behind Watari. "Don't you DARE cook. I know you and your potions. And I usually eat out."
Watari whirled around, golden hair slapping Tatsumi's face. It WAS soft. And silky.
"I can cook fine! How else do you expect me to get Tsuzuki and Bon to drink my potions?"
sweatdrop. (my, Tatsumi sweatdrops a lot.)
"Okay, but you better not put anything in it. . ."
"Don't worry! I won't do anything to my dear Sei-chan~~!! 3 3" He leaned over and pressed a kiss against Tatsumi's cheek.
Tatsumi blushed. His lips were soft too. Damn, he's doing this because of what I told him.
Watari dug out pots and pans from a cabinet, some food stuff from another cabinet, and more food stuff from the refrigerator, which had a decent amount of meat and veggies. He produced a handkerchief out of nowhere and tied it around his head, looking like a housewife. Then, he started cooking at lightning speed, pasta sizzling in the pan there, while soup simmered in a pot there, and other things cooking at the same time. The apartment started to fill up with a pleasant aroma. He DID cook well.
After a mere thirty minutes, Watari was done. . .
"It smells good!!" he sang out. He put the food on several dishes and put the dishes on the kitchen table. (Tatsumi was too cheap to buy a dining table, and besides, he didn't need it)
"I've always had a thing for Western food. . ." the blond scientist remarked as he sat himself down at a chair. Tatsumi took the seat across from him.
Tatsumi smiled. He liked Western food too. And as much as he hated to admit it, the food did look and smell good.
They ate, chattering happily. Well, Watari chattered happily. Tatsumi couldn't get a word in edgewise.
At last, they finished, and Watari piled the dirty dishes in the sink. "I'll do those later. . ."
Tatsumi smiled again. "Ne, Watari-san, I'll do the dishes. You already cooked."
Watari bounced around. "All right. But do them later. It's late. Let's go to bed."
". . .you can go home now."
"But. . .but it's freezing cold outside and I don't WANT to go home!"
". . .fine." Tatsumi didn't really feel like protesting.
"Okay, let's go to bed~~!"
LET'S go to bed?
"No, I'll go to bed. You can sleep on the couch, Watari-san."
Watari scowled. "This how you treat your guests, Sei-chan? Not very hospitable."
"Actually, you're the first guest I've had."
Watari had already scrambled to his bedroom and buried himself in the blankets, refusing to get out. "I LIKE your bed!! It's soft and comfy! And you can't make me get off!"
Yes, he couldn't make him get off. He didn't WANT to make him get off.
Tatsumi sighed.
He also walked to the bedroom. Watari grinned and patted the space beside him. "Come sleep here, ne?"
Tatsumi's cheeks glowed pink. "I'll sleep on the couch." He turned away.
Watari frowned. Damn, he was stubborn. "No, come sleep with MEEEE!!!" He latched onto Tatsumi, flicked off the light, and dragged him to the bed. Then, he lied down beside him and twirled a finger in the still-damp dark hair. "Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?"
Tatsumi blushed like no tomorrow and muttered something incoherant. He really didn't like how Watari was in charge. He was the boss-er, secretary-of JuOhCho!! No one could ever be more powerful than him!!
Two could play at this game.
Tatsumi gave Watari a smile. He reached out and stroked the creamy smooth skin of Watari's cheek. "No, that wasn't hard, Watari-san. I think I like it."
It was Watari's turn to blush. It's cold. he shivered.
"Are you cold, Watari-san?" Tatsumi pulled the soft fluffy blanket over him. "There."
"You bastard. . ." Watari murmured. He leaned over and pressed his lips against Tatsumi's, pressing his hand against the back of his head, feeling the silky, dewy hair.
Tatsumi smiled against Watari's lips and stroked his long blond hair. "I love you."
Watari pulled away and grinned cheerfully. "I love you too Sei-chan!"
"How much do you love me?"
"I love you enough to take you right here, right now on your bed."
"Fair enough."
They kissed again, which led to. . .other things.
(A/N: IM EVIL!!!! HAHA no lemon scene! Besides, I can't write lemons. . .they're hard)
The next day. . .
"Ne, Tatsumi, you seem different. Did you and Watari get together?" Tsuzuki asked, munching on Pocky with his right hand while trying to feed Hisoka some with the left.
Tatsumi slowly nodded.
Tsuzuki's eyes went sparkly-like. "Wai! I'm so happy for you! You two are going to be-"
His speech was cut off and replaced by barking. Beige fur spread down his body. He was turning into a puppy. Beside him, Hisoka's ears grew pointy and a bushy cat tail appeared. Everyone in the hall was turning into animals! (literally, of course)
Watari skipped out into the hall, humming happily. He saw Tatsumi and waved. "Hi Sei-chan~~! 3 3"
Tatsumi seized him by the collar and growled, "What did you do to my employees?"
"Oh, that," Watari waved his hand dismissively. "That turns them into the cutest animal they're most like. It wears off after a while."
He stroked a Wakaba-canary, who tweeted happily. "Besides, aren't they cute?" He beamed.
Tatsumi sweatdropped.
~Fin
hmm. . .I really should change the title to "Tatsumi's Sweatdrop"
Thanks for reading!
-Julie
2/27/03