AN: Whee.....watch Mi-chan attempt to write a conflict. _ I guess I'm
just better at introspective oneshots...hmm..*thinks about that one* I
guess I am. Anyhoo, watch the suckiness of this chapter. -_-;; Oh yeah,
I've just recently noticed that I've gotten their first and last names
mixed up. ^^;; I wonder why they all call each other by their last
names....? _
Chapter Six
Watari frowned as a chill wind blew through his hair and caused it to toss fretfully. He knew it was winter, but that had been a bit too cold for this climate. He thought about it some more, then concluded that he was getting paranoid.
"Watari no baka. This stupid mission's going to your head..." He mumbled as he continued walking down the street.
He and Tsuzuki had been here for several days, and what they had uncovered so far was unsettling. Of course, what they had uncovered was frightfully small, but since they were dealing with Muraki, or at least a relative of his, that wasn't too surprising. He had to have got his tendencies from somebody, after all.
Watari continued walking down the street, ignoring the milling tourists and residents as he pondered the facts they had gathered so far. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't notice the running girl until she ran straight into him.
He staggered back from the impact, barely avoiding a rather undignified fall. The girl, however, wasn't so lucky. She had fallen backwards, and was now sitting one the ground, dazed. Watari offered her his hand, summoning up a sunny, if apologetic, smile, and asked if she was all right.
She blinked at his hand, then instantly blushed and took it. She stood up and bowed deeply.
"I'm really, really sorry, sir. I wasn't watching where I was going."
Watari grinned, and lazily waved a hand. "No need to apologize, I wasn't watching either. All you all right?"
She looked up and smiled, happy that he wasn't mad at her. She was pretty, he decided, and if he were inclined in that direction he would have considered asking her out.
"I'm fine, mister...? I don't believe I've seen you around here, and I come here often."
He smiled faintly. Well, it had been a rather...long time since he'd last been here. "I'm visiting family. Ah! My name is Watari!" He stated, offering his hand.
She took his offered hand, smiling. "I'm Hikari. Nice to meet you, Watari- san. Ah!" She jumped, remembering something. "That's right, I'm going to be late! I'm sorry I couldn't stay to chat, Watari-san....demo..."
Watari waved her off. "It's okay, Hikari-san. You shouldn't keep some one waiting on my account."
A bright smile. "Thank you. It was nice meeting you! Goodbye!" Then she was off, running again.
When she was gone, Watari allowed the frown that he had been feeling slip onto his face. Something about that girl disturbed him. She had had the palest eyes....a shade of gray that he had seen before. A colorless pale that gave an air of mystery....
He stiffened. He knew where he had seen them before. Muraki. His eyes had the same pale gray color. His frown deepened. Was she a relative of his? The odds of her having those eyes and them not being related were too great. Perhaps she was a cousin, or such. At least her pupils hadn't been slitted.
He sighed. This may have just been an accidental meeting, but he should still tell Tsuzuki about it. If he still had relatives...
Watari looked at the place where she had run off to. The girl was no where in sight. He sighed again, turned, and headed for the hotel.
~*Hotel*~
Tsuzuki lied on his stomach, enjoying the fluffly bed. Soon, Watari would come home and kick him off of it, but he was enjoying it while it lasted. He claimed that Watari's bed was fluffier than his own, but not really. He just wanted an excuse to lie there and and sense the blond Shinigami's remaining presence that clung there. From this position, if he breathed in, he could smell the other's shampoo. Peaches. Everything about Watari seemed a fuzzy golden color. He closed his eyes and just breathed. Of course, as is natural when you lie on a comfortable bed, he fell asleep.
//He was in a dark room, back to back with Watari. He could see nothing beyond the small overhead light that shone down on them. The darkness that surrounded them was total. He shouldn't be afraid, but he was, horribly so. His hands twitched as memories of darkness started to surface. He pushed them down ruthlessly. He couldn't let himself get to himself, not when he had an outside threat to worry about, and Watari. The scientist wasn't as strong as he was. He needed to watch out for him.
A laugh rang out from the darkness, a sensual vibration that seemed to form from the darkness itself.
Both he and Watari jumped, startled by the chilling sound. It had been impossible to pinpoint exactly where it had come from, and he guessed that they weren't supposed to know where it had come from. His breath hitched; he knew that laugh. Knew who it was without a doubt. He heard Watari gasp faintly, and he shifted towards the blond, partly to remind Watari that he was there, and partly to reassure himself. He steeled himself, but his hands still shook anyway. It shouldn't scare him. But it did. It frightened him more than anything else. He opened his mouth, and named the voice.
"Muraki."
The laugh sounded again, a lazy chuckle, low and dark. He appeared suddenly, seeming to melt from the darkness. He had substituted his normal pristine white suit for a suit and jacket that seemed to melt into the darkness. He wondered faintly why he could see him against the absolute darkness that surrounded the pathetic ring of light. The doctor's pale hair and skin stood out brilliantly against the dark, but instead of clashing, it seemed to fit together. He suddenly realized that he couldn't see the doctor's hands, despite the fact that he knew that Muraki's hands were at his sides. Gloves. He was wearing gloves.
The evil man smirked, his eyes lazily wandering over them. "It is nice to see you again, Tsuzuki-san. And I don't believe I've meet your friend." He cocked his head, watching the blond with interest.
He shifted, placing himself between Muraki and Watari. "What do you want this time, Muraki?" His voice wasn't afraid, to his surprise, but rather low and rough with anger.
Muraki raised an eyebrow, apparently surprised at his tone of voice as well. "What do I want?" His eyes traveled over the pair, watching Tsuzuki with amused lust, and Watari with sincere curiosity. He smirked suddenly, a faint laugh escaping his lips.
He pulled his lips back in a snarl. "What now??"
The man simply smiled at his show of anger. "I was merely curious as to why this man would be in your dream, and not the boy."
"What??"//
Tsuzuki awoke with a gasp. He stared at the wall, focusing in on reality. He blinked. He was in Watari's room in the hotel, lying on Watari's bed. No Muraki. No living darkness. Tsuzuki relaxed, sighing, and flopped over on his back to stare at the ceiling. That dream was vividly real. Too real. He remembered what the dream-Muraki had said. Strangely, he had had a point. Why had it been Watari? Usually, when he had bad dreams about Muraki, Hisoka was with him in them. Why had it been Watari this time? He had a terrible feeling that his dream was going to come true. He didn't want Watari tangled up with Muraki.
The sound of the door opened startled Tsuzuki, making him jump and sit up. His breath caught in his throat.
"I'm back, Tsuzuki! Are you here?"
The sound of his friend's voice relaxed Tsuzuki immensly, and he felt a genuine smile spread across his face. "Welcome back, Watari!"
The blond poked his head through the door, making a face when he saw where his friend was currently sitting. "Mou, Tsuzuki! It's *my* bed, you know!"
Tsuzuki made his trademark puppy eyes, and Watari flinched inwardly. Nobody could resist those large, and now slightly wobbly eyes. He sighed, letting an affectionate smile pull his lips. "Okay, okay. I know you like my bed. You don't have to move."
The eyes instantly turned sparkly and shimmering with happiness. "Hontou ni?? Thank you, Watari!!!"
The blond Shinigami opened jis mouth to reply, but just then, a bright flash blocked all sight, and Tsuzuki fell into a world of darkness...
~TBC~ AN: Yay! Finally getting (somewhat) to action! I was going to have this cute little admission of feelings scene, but the chapter was getting long. ^^;; So you people got a cliffy. Muah. ^o^
Chapter Six
Watari frowned as a chill wind blew through his hair and caused it to toss fretfully. He knew it was winter, but that had been a bit too cold for this climate. He thought about it some more, then concluded that he was getting paranoid.
"Watari no baka. This stupid mission's going to your head..." He mumbled as he continued walking down the street.
He and Tsuzuki had been here for several days, and what they had uncovered so far was unsettling. Of course, what they had uncovered was frightfully small, but since they were dealing with Muraki, or at least a relative of his, that wasn't too surprising. He had to have got his tendencies from somebody, after all.
Watari continued walking down the street, ignoring the milling tourists and residents as he pondered the facts they had gathered so far. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't notice the running girl until she ran straight into him.
He staggered back from the impact, barely avoiding a rather undignified fall. The girl, however, wasn't so lucky. She had fallen backwards, and was now sitting one the ground, dazed. Watari offered her his hand, summoning up a sunny, if apologetic, smile, and asked if she was all right.
She blinked at his hand, then instantly blushed and took it. She stood up and bowed deeply.
"I'm really, really sorry, sir. I wasn't watching where I was going."
Watari grinned, and lazily waved a hand. "No need to apologize, I wasn't watching either. All you all right?"
She looked up and smiled, happy that he wasn't mad at her. She was pretty, he decided, and if he were inclined in that direction he would have considered asking her out.
"I'm fine, mister...? I don't believe I've seen you around here, and I come here often."
He smiled faintly. Well, it had been a rather...long time since he'd last been here. "I'm visiting family. Ah! My name is Watari!" He stated, offering his hand.
She took his offered hand, smiling. "I'm Hikari. Nice to meet you, Watari- san. Ah!" She jumped, remembering something. "That's right, I'm going to be late! I'm sorry I couldn't stay to chat, Watari-san....demo..."
Watari waved her off. "It's okay, Hikari-san. You shouldn't keep some one waiting on my account."
A bright smile. "Thank you. It was nice meeting you! Goodbye!" Then she was off, running again.
When she was gone, Watari allowed the frown that he had been feeling slip onto his face. Something about that girl disturbed him. She had had the palest eyes....a shade of gray that he had seen before. A colorless pale that gave an air of mystery....
He stiffened. He knew where he had seen them before. Muraki. His eyes had the same pale gray color. His frown deepened. Was she a relative of his? The odds of her having those eyes and them not being related were too great. Perhaps she was a cousin, or such. At least her pupils hadn't been slitted.
He sighed. This may have just been an accidental meeting, but he should still tell Tsuzuki about it. If he still had relatives...
Watari looked at the place where she had run off to. The girl was no where in sight. He sighed again, turned, and headed for the hotel.
~*Hotel*~
Tsuzuki lied on his stomach, enjoying the fluffly bed. Soon, Watari would come home and kick him off of it, but he was enjoying it while it lasted. He claimed that Watari's bed was fluffier than his own, but not really. He just wanted an excuse to lie there and and sense the blond Shinigami's remaining presence that clung there. From this position, if he breathed in, he could smell the other's shampoo. Peaches. Everything about Watari seemed a fuzzy golden color. He closed his eyes and just breathed. Of course, as is natural when you lie on a comfortable bed, he fell asleep.
//He was in a dark room, back to back with Watari. He could see nothing beyond the small overhead light that shone down on them. The darkness that surrounded them was total. He shouldn't be afraid, but he was, horribly so. His hands twitched as memories of darkness started to surface. He pushed them down ruthlessly. He couldn't let himself get to himself, not when he had an outside threat to worry about, and Watari. The scientist wasn't as strong as he was. He needed to watch out for him.
A laugh rang out from the darkness, a sensual vibration that seemed to form from the darkness itself.
Both he and Watari jumped, startled by the chilling sound. It had been impossible to pinpoint exactly where it had come from, and he guessed that they weren't supposed to know where it had come from. His breath hitched; he knew that laugh. Knew who it was without a doubt. He heard Watari gasp faintly, and he shifted towards the blond, partly to remind Watari that he was there, and partly to reassure himself. He steeled himself, but his hands still shook anyway. It shouldn't scare him. But it did. It frightened him more than anything else. He opened his mouth, and named the voice.
"Muraki."
The laugh sounded again, a lazy chuckle, low and dark. He appeared suddenly, seeming to melt from the darkness. He had substituted his normal pristine white suit for a suit and jacket that seemed to melt into the darkness. He wondered faintly why he could see him against the absolute darkness that surrounded the pathetic ring of light. The doctor's pale hair and skin stood out brilliantly against the dark, but instead of clashing, it seemed to fit together. He suddenly realized that he couldn't see the doctor's hands, despite the fact that he knew that Muraki's hands were at his sides. Gloves. He was wearing gloves.
The evil man smirked, his eyes lazily wandering over them. "It is nice to see you again, Tsuzuki-san. And I don't believe I've meet your friend." He cocked his head, watching the blond with interest.
He shifted, placing himself between Muraki and Watari. "What do you want this time, Muraki?" His voice wasn't afraid, to his surprise, but rather low and rough with anger.
Muraki raised an eyebrow, apparently surprised at his tone of voice as well. "What do I want?" His eyes traveled over the pair, watching Tsuzuki with amused lust, and Watari with sincere curiosity. He smirked suddenly, a faint laugh escaping his lips.
He pulled his lips back in a snarl. "What now??"
The man simply smiled at his show of anger. "I was merely curious as to why this man would be in your dream, and not the boy."
"What??"//
Tsuzuki awoke with a gasp. He stared at the wall, focusing in on reality. He blinked. He was in Watari's room in the hotel, lying on Watari's bed. No Muraki. No living darkness. Tsuzuki relaxed, sighing, and flopped over on his back to stare at the ceiling. That dream was vividly real. Too real. He remembered what the dream-Muraki had said. Strangely, he had had a point. Why had it been Watari? Usually, when he had bad dreams about Muraki, Hisoka was with him in them. Why had it been Watari this time? He had a terrible feeling that his dream was going to come true. He didn't want Watari tangled up with Muraki.
The sound of the door opened startled Tsuzuki, making him jump and sit up. His breath caught in his throat.
"I'm back, Tsuzuki! Are you here?"
The sound of his friend's voice relaxed Tsuzuki immensly, and he felt a genuine smile spread across his face. "Welcome back, Watari!"
The blond poked his head through the door, making a face when he saw where his friend was currently sitting. "Mou, Tsuzuki! It's *my* bed, you know!"
Tsuzuki made his trademark puppy eyes, and Watari flinched inwardly. Nobody could resist those large, and now slightly wobbly eyes. He sighed, letting an affectionate smile pull his lips. "Okay, okay. I know you like my bed. You don't have to move."
The eyes instantly turned sparkly and shimmering with happiness. "Hontou ni?? Thank you, Watari!!!"
The blond Shinigami opened jis mouth to reply, but just then, a bright flash blocked all sight, and Tsuzuki fell into a world of darkness...
~TBC~ AN: Yay! Finally getting (somewhat) to action! I was going to have this cute little admission of feelings scene, but the chapter was getting long. ^^;; So you people got a cliffy. Muah. ^o^
