AN: Yay! More chapters! Woo! ^^ I am on a roll. XD
………The main singer of the Hong Kong Knife sounds disturbingly like Watari, no? ;;;
Chapter Five
Tsuzuki paced back and forth in the small room nervously, his eyes on the still figure in the bed. Watari lay still; skin nearly blending in with the pristine whiteness of the sheets and walls. Tsuzuki never had liked white much. It was always too clean, and now with Muraki, he had a whole new hatred of anything light-colored. Thankfully the mass of golden silk Watari called hair jarred the rest of the room into some semblance of color.
Tsuzuki continued his pacing, recalling the exact events that had led to this. He had been early (for once) and was feasting on some delicious sugar treats. Hisoka had insulted him as usual, and he had gobbled down the rest of the sweets in puppy tears. He had then dragged himself, moping about Hisoka and the assignment, to Watari's apartment, as the scientist had a bad habit of being even more tardy than Tsuzuki. The sight that greeted him was anything but normal. Watari had been sprawled out on the floor, unconscious. Tsuzuki, slightly panicking, had rushed his friend to the medical office right away. Unfortunately, the stand-in doctor was unable to identify just what had caused the blond Shinigami's collapse. So now Tsuzuki was worrying in the medical room, hoping nothing was seriously wrong with the object of his rather tentative affections.
Giving up on wearing more holes in the tile floor, Tsuzuki flopped down in the single chair beside the bed. He studied the unconscious Watari, hoping to distract himself. This, however, caused his thoughts to go down a rather bad path.
*I really hope Muraki isn't there. After last time….I'm not sure what I would do should I see him. I guess that's why they sent Watari with me instead of Hisoka. We both might go on a homicidal rage in his presence. Watari doesn't have any personal arguments against the doctor yet, so he would at least keep a clear head about it. I doubt I would.*
Tsuzuki was still in the middle of his thoughts, so he didn't quite notice it when Watari's eyes fluttered open. However, he did notice when the genki blonde's voice drifted to him.
"Ara? When did I get here? I was about to go on that mission with Tsuzuki…"
"Watari!! You're okay!"
Watari turned his head to see Tsuzuki, complete with ears, tail, paws, and a pathetically happy expression[1] next to the bed he was lying on.
He blinked. Since when was he the one lying in the medical bed? It was usually some one else here and he was the doctor.
"Tsuzuki...how did I get here?"
Tsuzuki's large eyes shimmered with tears. "I came to meet you and found you lying outside your apartment unconcious. I didn't know what had happened so I brought you here. How do you feel, Watari? Do you hurt anywhere? Are you thirsty? Hungry? I saved a cake for you. Do you want- "
"Oi, Tsuzuki, calm down! I feel fine!"
Instantly the tears were gone and the smiles were back. "Yokatta! I'm really happy you're okay, Watari! Do you want the cake?"
He held out something that conceivably had been small cupcake or pastry of that sort. It was covered in white icing that was dripping on the Shinigami's coat sleeve. It sort of leaned towards one side, and seemed to have taken on the mentality and pose of a sick chicken.
Watari sweatdropped.
"Ahh..."
The chibi eyes began to fill with tears again. "You don't want it? I saved it for you..."
Not wishing to upset the older Shinigami any further, Watari quickly grabbed it. "Ahh, hai, hai, I want it. It looks very...ah, good. I'll eat it later, okay? I'm not that hungry now."
Tsuzuki was appeased. The puppy additions dissapeared and he became serious.
"Watari, you don't know why you collapsed?"
He thought about it for a moment, then shook his head. "No. I simply don't know. I remember closing my door, standing there for a moment, and then I wake up here. I just don't know what happened."
Tsuzuki contemplated this, his eyes downcast and facial expression serious.
"I wonder if it has something to do with this mission..."
"Ah, sou da!"
Tsuzuki started, surprised by Watari's sudden exclamation.
"Ehh...nanda? Nanda?"
Watari grinned. "I just remembered what I was thinking before I passed out. I was thinking about how I didn't like this mission because the facts didn't fit together."
Just then the assistant docter stepped in, alerted by the noise in the room. "Ahh, Watari-san, you're awake?"
The Shinigami nodded. "Hai, for a few minutes now."
The doctor smiled. "That's good. Kanoe kaichou's getting on me to get you out of here and onto that mission already."
Both Shinigami sweatdropped. "Let me guess....by Tatsumi's tactful urging?" Tsuzuki mumbled to Watari.
"Of course. Can't waste money to care for a comatose Shinigami, can we?" Watari whispered back.
"Well, Watari-san, if you could stand up please?"
Watari and Tsuzuki shared a glance, then Watari tiredly hauled himself out of the bed. Sometimes, he really hated Tatsumi.
~*Meeting Room*~
"Watari-san, it is good to see you awake and well. What happened?"
Tatsumi's concern soothed Watari's irritation at the secretary somewhat.
"I'm not sure what happened myself, Tatsumi-san. I remember standing outside my door thinking about the mission, and then, well, I remember waking up in the medical office."
"No memories between those times?"
"None."
Tatsumi frowned. "Well, as much as I am concerned about your health, we can't delay this mission much longer. Are you able to start today?"
Watari nodded, resigned. He hadn't expected any sick leave anyway, and he didn't feel ill in the first place either. They might as well start the mission.
Tatsumi smiled at the pair. "Good. Then hurry and leave, you two. This delay has caused us time we can not afford."
"You mean, more than you're willing to spend." Watari mumbled under his breath.
"What was that, Watari-san?"
"Ahh, nothing, nothing!"
"Okay then, if you are ready, then you may leave. We need this information very badly." Tsuzuki and Watari nodded, then left the meeting room, unknowing of Tatsumi's watchful eyes observing them.
The secretary remained in the room, holding a pose of deep thought. Finally, he spoke to himself softly.
"I just hope that the secrets uncovered on this mission will not hold dangerous reprecussions. Especially for Watari-san..."
Tatsumi straightened and left the room, his stride businesslike and purposeful.
~*Osaka*~
"Mou! Sometimes I wish Tatsumi would lay off the schedules and learn that late isn't necessarily bad!" Watari ran a hand through his hair, the golden mass shifting only slightly before dutifully going back to an arranged mess.
Tsuzuki's eyes wobbled slightly. "And he didn't even tell us where this place is! Tatsumi hidoii!!!!"
Watari smiled wryly. "Yes, hidoii. Now we have to find this place ourselves. Sometimes I swear Tatsumi is some sort of closet sadist."
His temporary partner nodded enthusiastically. "He's so cruel to us!"
The scientist stretched, extending his body for every inch it could muster. "Well, no use grumbling about co-workers. We'd better start searching for this place, before Tatsumi has more reasons to cut our pay."
"Hai!" With Tsuzuki's cheerful affirmative, the pair started off in a random direction, hoping to find some clues before nightfall.
~*?*~
Cold florescent lighting glinted off machinery, giving the area an eerie glow. The light reflected off the room's sole occupant in the same way, creating a frigid sterile feel to the man.
This man was currently scanning through mountains of paper documents, looking for a certain one. Light flashed off of his glasses as he turned his head to another paper. He smiled, a thin malicious smirk that matched the coldness of his surroundings, and picked up the paper. His smirk got wider as read. The man carefully placed the document on it's original and bowed his head, face hidden by silver shining strands. he chuckled, a low evil sound.
"Well, well, well, Tsuzuki-san. It seems that now I have a new reason for you to visit me...a reason that has become very personal to you. Undoubtedly we will have a dispute over the ownership of the reason, but that is not important."
He smiled as he looked at the paper once more.
"'Yukata Watari', hmm? I wonder how he will feel about the outcome of the events to come...."
The paper was sent spiraling towards the ground by an unfelt breeze, and Kazutaka Muraki laughed.
~*TBC*~
AN: Urgh.....I have a hard time capturing Muraki. He's so evil!! I know, I'm stalling the meeting and stuff, but I need some time to figure out how to write the final conflict. Any suggestions and add-ons to the story you are welcome to mention. Reviews? Flames? Chocolate-covered bishounen?
[1] Yeah, the face he makes when Hisoka came to save him from Muraki during the poker game. Where his tail wagged really really fast. XD
………The main singer of the Hong Kong Knife sounds disturbingly like Watari, no? ;;;
Chapter Five
Tsuzuki paced back and forth in the small room nervously, his eyes on the still figure in the bed. Watari lay still; skin nearly blending in with the pristine whiteness of the sheets and walls. Tsuzuki never had liked white much. It was always too clean, and now with Muraki, he had a whole new hatred of anything light-colored. Thankfully the mass of golden silk Watari called hair jarred the rest of the room into some semblance of color.
Tsuzuki continued his pacing, recalling the exact events that had led to this. He had been early (for once) and was feasting on some delicious sugar treats. Hisoka had insulted him as usual, and he had gobbled down the rest of the sweets in puppy tears. He had then dragged himself, moping about Hisoka and the assignment, to Watari's apartment, as the scientist had a bad habit of being even more tardy than Tsuzuki. The sight that greeted him was anything but normal. Watari had been sprawled out on the floor, unconscious. Tsuzuki, slightly panicking, had rushed his friend to the medical office right away. Unfortunately, the stand-in doctor was unable to identify just what had caused the blond Shinigami's collapse. So now Tsuzuki was worrying in the medical room, hoping nothing was seriously wrong with the object of his rather tentative affections.
Giving up on wearing more holes in the tile floor, Tsuzuki flopped down in the single chair beside the bed. He studied the unconscious Watari, hoping to distract himself. This, however, caused his thoughts to go down a rather bad path.
*I really hope Muraki isn't there. After last time….I'm not sure what I would do should I see him. I guess that's why they sent Watari with me instead of Hisoka. We both might go on a homicidal rage in his presence. Watari doesn't have any personal arguments against the doctor yet, so he would at least keep a clear head about it. I doubt I would.*
Tsuzuki was still in the middle of his thoughts, so he didn't quite notice it when Watari's eyes fluttered open. However, he did notice when the genki blonde's voice drifted to him.
"Ara? When did I get here? I was about to go on that mission with Tsuzuki…"
"Watari!! You're okay!"
Watari turned his head to see Tsuzuki, complete with ears, tail, paws, and a pathetically happy expression[1] next to the bed he was lying on.
He blinked. Since when was he the one lying in the medical bed? It was usually some one else here and he was the doctor.
"Tsuzuki...how did I get here?"
Tsuzuki's large eyes shimmered with tears. "I came to meet you and found you lying outside your apartment unconcious. I didn't know what had happened so I brought you here. How do you feel, Watari? Do you hurt anywhere? Are you thirsty? Hungry? I saved a cake for you. Do you want- "
"Oi, Tsuzuki, calm down! I feel fine!"
Instantly the tears were gone and the smiles were back. "Yokatta! I'm really happy you're okay, Watari! Do you want the cake?"
He held out something that conceivably had been small cupcake or pastry of that sort. It was covered in white icing that was dripping on the Shinigami's coat sleeve. It sort of leaned towards one side, and seemed to have taken on the mentality and pose of a sick chicken.
Watari sweatdropped.
"Ahh..."
The chibi eyes began to fill with tears again. "You don't want it? I saved it for you..."
Not wishing to upset the older Shinigami any further, Watari quickly grabbed it. "Ahh, hai, hai, I want it. It looks very...ah, good. I'll eat it later, okay? I'm not that hungry now."
Tsuzuki was appeased. The puppy additions dissapeared and he became serious.
"Watari, you don't know why you collapsed?"
He thought about it for a moment, then shook his head. "No. I simply don't know. I remember closing my door, standing there for a moment, and then I wake up here. I just don't know what happened."
Tsuzuki contemplated this, his eyes downcast and facial expression serious.
"I wonder if it has something to do with this mission..."
"Ah, sou da!"
Tsuzuki started, surprised by Watari's sudden exclamation.
"Ehh...nanda? Nanda?"
Watari grinned. "I just remembered what I was thinking before I passed out. I was thinking about how I didn't like this mission because the facts didn't fit together."
Just then the assistant docter stepped in, alerted by the noise in the room. "Ahh, Watari-san, you're awake?"
The Shinigami nodded. "Hai, for a few minutes now."
The doctor smiled. "That's good. Kanoe kaichou's getting on me to get you out of here and onto that mission already."
Both Shinigami sweatdropped. "Let me guess....by Tatsumi's tactful urging?" Tsuzuki mumbled to Watari.
"Of course. Can't waste money to care for a comatose Shinigami, can we?" Watari whispered back.
"Well, Watari-san, if you could stand up please?"
Watari and Tsuzuki shared a glance, then Watari tiredly hauled himself out of the bed. Sometimes, he really hated Tatsumi.
~*Meeting Room*~
"Watari-san, it is good to see you awake and well. What happened?"
Tatsumi's concern soothed Watari's irritation at the secretary somewhat.
"I'm not sure what happened myself, Tatsumi-san. I remember standing outside my door thinking about the mission, and then, well, I remember waking up in the medical office."
"No memories between those times?"
"None."
Tatsumi frowned. "Well, as much as I am concerned about your health, we can't delay this mission much longer. Are you able to start today?"
Watari nodded, resigned. He hadn't expected any sick leave anyway, and he didn't feel ill in the first place either. They might as well start the mission.
Tatsumi smiled at the pair. "Good. Then hurry and leave, you two. This delay has caused us time we can not afford."
"You mean, more than you're willing to spend." Watari mumbled under his breath.
"What was that, Watari-san?"
"Ahh, nothing, nothing!"
"Okay then, if you are ready, then you may leave. We need this information very badly." Tsuzuki and Watari nodded, then left the meeting room, unknowing of Tatsumi's watchful eyes observing them.
The secretary remained in the room, holding a pose of deep thought. Finally, he spoke to himself softly.
"I just hope that the secrets uncovered on this mission will not hold dangerous reprecussions. Especially for Watari-san..."
Tatsumi straightened and left the room, his stride businesslike and purposeful.
~*Osaka*~
"Mou! Sometimes I wish Tatsumi would lay off the schedules and learn that late isn't necessarily bad!" Watari ran a hand through his hair, the golden mass shifting only slightly before dutifully going back to an arranged mess.
Tsuzuki's eyes wobbled slightly. "And he didn't even tell us where this place is! Tatsumi hidoii!!!!"
Watari smiled wryly. "Yes, hidoii. Now we have to find this place ourselves. Sometimes I swear Tatsumi is some sort of closet sadist."
His temporary partner nodded enthusiastically. "He's so cruel to us!"
The scientist stretched, extending his body for every inch it could muster. "Well, no use grumbling about co-workers. We'd better start searching for this place, before Tatsumi has more reasons to cut our pay."
"Hai!" With Tsuzuki's cheerful affirmative, the pair started off in a random direction, hoping to find some clues before nightfall.
~*?*~
Cold florescent lighting glinted off machinery, giving the area an eerie glow. The light reflected off the room's sole occupant in the same way, creating a frigid sterile feel to the man.
This man was currently scanning through mountains of paper documents, looking for a certain one. Light flashed off of his glasses as he turned his head to another paper. He smiled, a thin malicious smirk that matched the coldness of his surroundings, and picked up the paper. His smirk got wider as read. The man carefully placed the document on it's original and bowed his head, face hidden by silver shining strands. he chuckled, a low evil sound.
"Well, well, well, Tsuzuki-san. It seems that now I have a new reason for you to visit me...a reason that has become very personal to you. Undoubtedly we will have a dispute over the ownership of the reason, but that is not important."
He smiled as he looked at the paper once more.
"'Yukata Watari', hmm? I wonder how he will feel about the outcome of the events to come...."
The paper was sent spiraling towards the ground by an unfelt breeze, and Kazutaka Muraki laughed.
~*TBC*~
AN: Urgh.....I have a hard time capturing Muraki. He's so evil!! I know, I'm stalling the meeting and stuff, but I need some time to figure out how to write the final conflict. Any suggestions and add-ons to the story you are welcome to mention. Reviews? Flames? Chocolate-covered bishounen?
[1] Yeah, the face he makes when Hisoka came to save him from Muraki during the poker game. Where his tail wagged really really fast. XD
