Watari's Vacation

By Julie

Rating: PG13 for a bit of cursing ^^;

Disclaimer: Since I can't think of a witty disclaimer right now, I'm going to put random patterns here instead!

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By the way, I don't own Yami. aheeheeheehee.

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KA-BOOM!!!

Another potion exploded, leaving ash marks and splashes of blue all over Watari. He sighed, rubbed his temples, and ran a hand through his golden hair, attempting to comb some of the blue out of it.

"Well, let's try again, all right, 003?" He inquired of a little brown owl, whose feathers were sticking out at very odd angles.

003 chirped happily--after all, she WAS Watari's owl, therefore trained to be happy no matter what. Then a small white card on the ground caught her attention, and she picked it up with her beak and looked curiously at Watari.

Watari plucked it out of her mouth and grinned. "Oh yeah...this."

Tsuzuki, in desperate need of a vacation, had pleaded Tatsumi to give everyone in the EnMaCho department two days off. "Juust twoooooo days~~~" he had begged, and of course Tatsumi, although appalled by the very idea, agreed to compromise. After all, he couldn't resist Tsuzuki's big teary purple eyes.

He had said, "All right, Tsuzuki-san, as long as it's only one or two people."

Then Tsuzuki had come up with the idea of a sort of "lottery". All who wanted a break could purchase a ticket, and the one with the winning numbers could go on a two-day vacation to wherever they cared to go with another EnMaCho employee of their choice.

"Don't tell the other divisions about this," Tatsumi had said.

Tsuzuki had yayed.

Watari smiled to himself. He had always been secretly envious of Tsuzuki's little trick. He wished Tatsumi had a soft spot for him, for Watari had a crush on him ever since the day he arrived at the division. Try as he could, he could never summon up the tears to his eyes. Watari didn't cry. He never cried, not even when he was a child, and he wasn't about to start now.

Besides, Tatsumi had been...avoiding him recently. Ever since Tsuzuki and Hisoka got together a few days ago, Tatsumi had been brooding a bit and burying himself in mountains of paperwork. He used to chat with Watari occasionally, but now he wouldn't even look at him...and when the latter tried to make conversation, Tatsumi would make some excuse to leave the room.

Did he really hate him that much?

A voice over the intercom interrupted the blond's musings.

"The winning numbers for the vacation lottery thing are..."

Ooh, it was Tatsumi's voice. Sexy. Watari's eyes drifted to the white card he held in his hand.

"Eighty-eight,"

Eighty-eight...

"thirty-five,"

Hmm. Thirty-five...

"Eighteen."

Eyebrows raise. Pause.

...

...

"OH MY GOD I WON!!!!" Watari screamed.

Two small potions exploded in answer.

"Oww..."

Watari threw open the door of his lab and ran like a maniac down into Tatsumi's office.

Tatsumi dropped the pen he was holding and slumped down, letting his head rest on the papers for a second. He had stayed up for two nights in a row, trying to finish three different stacks of papers. There had been lots of chaos lately, and this was the biggest amount of paperwork he had to do in thirty years. The only thing that kept him going were six cups of coffee a day and Watari.

Speaking of the blond scientist...

Tatsumi smiled sadly to himself. He had been such a jerk, and he knew it. He's had feelings for Watari for a while now, but suspected that the blond didn't like him. The avoiding-ness just kind of crept into the scene after Tsuzuki and Hisoka got together. He hated himself for it. He...

"TATSUMIIIIII!!!"

Tatsumi looked up with a tired and suffering expression. Then, realizing who had kicked open the door, he twitched.

"Watari-san, I'm in a terrible mood right now. I stayed up all last night and the night before that taking care of these papers. If you're here for no reason but to bother me, I will skin your ass and hang the skin on the door of my office as a warning to all my employees," he stated politely and pleasantly.

Damn. He HAD been staying up all night, Watari thought. This small speech, although scarily out of character, was the most he had said to Watari in days.

Watari grinned. "Aww. I want your ass too, Tatsumi."

Tatsumi sweatdropped, then sighed. "Can I help you?"

"Oh. Well, I won the little lottery thingy, so what do I do now?" Watari asked, taking a seat at the chair across from Tatsumi. He leaned forward and placed the card in front of the brunet, not noticing Tatsumi's cheeks beginning to tint pink at how close he was.

Tatsumi took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes.

"Oh, that. You may select one other person from the EnMaCho division and have a two-day vacation at your location of choice. Be back no later than noon two days from now. Have a nice day." Tatsumi stated in a bored monotone and waved his hand. "Now go away."

"Another person, huh?" Watari mused to himself. He tapped his index finger on his lips, trying to decide.

"All right, Tatsumi."

"Yes?" Tatsumi looked up again, irritated. His deep blue eyes widened as he noticed the colorful stains and ash marks all over Watari. "What happened to YOU?"

Out of habit, Tatsumi leaned forward, tilting Watari's chin toward him with his left hand. He then wiped away some of the cinder away from Watari's petal-smooth cheek with his right thumb. Then, Tatsumi sifted his fingers through the blond's long, wavy bangs, gently trying to comb the ash out of it.

It was only until Watari's face began to turn the color of a ripe strawberry under his fingers did he realize what he was doing.

Tatsumi jerked away as if he had been burned. "Um..Ah-- sorry." he muttered.

"Ahh, s'okay." Watari remarked. After all, it's not like he didn't enjoy it. "So, you wanna come with me on my vacation to...uhh...Disney World?"

Tatsumi looked at him. His eyebrows twitched.

"What, you don't like Disney World? How about Las Vegas then?"

Tatsumi twitched again.

Watari gave up.

"Ahh, whatabout we just spring for a nice hotel and sleep in." He threw up his hands. Then, spinning around and looking pointedly at Tatsumi, stated, "A NICE hotel, oKAY?"

Tatsumi snorted, then smiled. "You want ME to come with you?"

"Sure, why not?" Then knowing what Tatsumi was about to say, Watari hastily added, "Get Bon to do the papers for you. You know he's the second most hardworking empolyee here..."

Watari paused for a second.

"Say, does the chief actually work? You seem to do everything."

Tatsumi shook his head. "Nah."

Watari chuckled softly but scarily to himself. "Now Tsuzuki owes me 8000 yen, aheeheehee..."

"You know, he doesn't have that kind of money."

"SHIT!!!" Watari yelled. He ran to a conveniently located wall and started banging his head against it. "Ah, I should have known. Ow. Ow. Ow." He muttered.

Tatsumi jumped up, gripped Watari's shoulders and spun around. "Don't do that!"

The brunet ran a hand across the area Watari had banged his head on. "This wall wasn't cheap, you know."

Watari sweatdropped.

"Yeah, you care so much about me, Tatsumi," he remarked dryly. Then, realizing he had just said that out loud, Watari quickly changed the subject. "So, does the vacation start now?"

Tatsumi chose to ignore his first statement. "But I have to finish one more stack--"

Watari gripped him by the collar, drew back his fist, and narrowed his eyes. "I'll punch you."

"Yeah, it starts now."

Watari released him and clapped. "Oh goody! Where you wanna go? Disney World? Vegas? New York?"

"What is UP with you and American places?"

"The author of this fanfic lives in the US and she knows nothing about Japan." Watari said. He frowned. "Wait, did I just say something weird?"

"Yes."

Watari tried one last time. "All right, what about Okinawa?"

"Why Okinawa?"

Watari shrugged. "No idea. It's quiet and they've got NICE hotels. It's late autumn now, so it should be the perfect weather, cool and not hot or humid. And I love the beach. Also, I haven't seen Chizuru-chan in months. And you KNOW you still have to get that reward(1) from her."

That did it.

"All right, let's go to Okinawa. Excuse me for a moment." Tatsumi opened the door and walked out. "Kurosaki-kun!"

After a few minutes, Tatsumi led a bored-looking Hisoka into his office.

Watari winked cheerfully. "Yo, Bon!" he greeted.

"Hi, Watari-san." Then, Hisoka caught sight of the mountain of papers on Tatsumi's desk. Hisoka's green eyes widened to almost cover half his face. He stuttered, "Holy fuck! that's a fucking big pile of fucking fucklet papers--"

He gasped and put his hand over his mouth. "Oh, sorry, Tatsumi-san."

Watari shrugged. "He doesn't mind. He probably thinks that himself."

Tatsumi clapped a hand on Hisoka's shoulder and stated cheerfully, "So, Kurosaki-kun, you'll be the secretary while I'm gone! I'll be back at noon in two days. The papers aren't hard. Just keep around ten cups of coffee close by. Ja!" He grabbed Watari by the arm and ran out of the office.

Hisoka slumped down. "The fuck..."

He'd decided. That was his new favorite word. It had replaced baka.

Hisoka grabbed a pen.

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They teleported to Okinawa successfully. Oh boy.

Or, to be more precise, they teleported right into Chizuru's home.

"Watariii~~~!" Chizuru chibified and squealed. "I haven't see you in YEARS!!"

"Chizuru-chaaan~~~!" Watari chibified and squealed. "I thought it was months, but whatever!"

The two chibis ran into each others' arms and fountains of tears® gushed out their chibi eyes.

Chizuru normalized. "Oh hi, Tatsumi-san. How's it been?" she greeted. "Why don't you two sit down?"

"Fine, thank you." Tatsumi replied with a smile and took a seat on Chizuru's couch beside Watari.

As Watari and Chizuru chattered on about the lost years (or months) Tatsumi felt himself getting sleepier and sleepier. Finally, he couldn't control the urge to close his eyes and dozed off after a while, head lolling onto Watari's shoulder.

Watari stopped. "Uh, Tatsumi?"

Tatsumi didn't reply. He was fast asleep.

Chizuru chuckled. "Awww...doesn't he look adorable..."

Watari removed Tatsumi's glasses and placed them on a nearby table, then put an arm around the older man's shoulders.

"Yes, he does..." He whispered, smiling lovingly.

Tatsumi, still asleep, leaned into Watari's touch in reply.

End chapter 1

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(1) Yes, I know he collected the money from Chizuru already, but...oh vel.

Haha, yes, boring boring huh? The next chapter will be more interesting. There'll be a bit of Tsuzuki/Hisoka. Conflicts arise between Tatsumi and Watari, and Watari gets drunk. Oh hohohohoho.

There is a bug crawling across my monitor.

4/21/03