Watari's Vacation Chapter 2
By Julie
Rating: PG-13, swearing, yaoi, etc etc and all the good stuff that comes with YnM fics ^^
Pairings: TatxWat, TsuxHis
Disclaimer: gosh, I'm hungry.
I'm feeling rather delirious right now, as I am writing away into the wee hours of the night. So pardon me if I sound a bit odd. WHAT, ME ODD?! NO WAY!!!! MWAHAHAHAHA!!! *rips head off a random stuffed animal*
Like I said, perfectly fine. *deep shuddering breath*
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Hisoka fell out of his chair and stayed there.
"Oh, God..." he muttered, staring at the carpet, trying to figure out what color it was. Was it tan? White? Pink? Anything but going back to that dreaded paperwork.
How did Tatsumi do it? Here he was, working like...like...(insert analogy here). Like someone who works a lot. And it's been a long, long time. How long? Two hours? Two weeks? He had no idea. And he had barely gotten an eighth of that paperwork done.
Tsuzuki bounced into the room.
"Sokaa~~ Where have you BEEN?! I've been looking all over for you!" he reprimanded. "What are you doing in Tatsumi's office, anyway?" Tsuzuki sat down at Tatsumi's chair and spun around.
"Hehe...Spinning chairs..." Tsuzuki is quite easily amused. Then, he noticed the paperwork.
"HOLY SHIT!!" The purple-eyed man uttered. "You were doing THAT?!"
Hisoka picked himself up from the ground and took a seat in Tsuzuki's lap. "Yeah...Watari is off on that two-day vacation, and he took Tatsumi with him. So I have to do the paperwork."
Tsuzuki chuckled as he wrapped his arms around Hisoka, giving him a back hug. Then he played a series of small kisses along Hisoka's cheek and jawline. "He's nice most of the time, but sometimes Tatsumi can be a complete bastard. Am I right?"
Hisoka frowned and leaned his head back, resting it over Tsuzuki's shoulder. "Well, that would be a bit unfair. But I don't like the way he's been avoiding Watari recently...he doesn't need to do that.
Tsuzuki showed small bites, with licks and kisses in between, on the newly exposed peachy skin of Hisoka's neck. "You've noticed too?"
"You'd have to be a dog monk who is a hermit to not notice."
"That is the WEIRDEST insult ever, Hisoka." Tsuzuki's right hand moved to unbutton several buttons at the blond boy's collar.
Hisoka gently pushed his hand away. "Don't. Tatsumi would kill us if we had sex in his office. He's already going to kill us for making out in his office; we don't want to die two more times."
"Hmm, that's true," Tsuzuki said and leaned his head back as well, and the two stayed like that for a moment, resting in each other's warmth.
A few moments later...
"Hey, Hisoka? I've got an idea."
"Oh no."
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As much as he hated to admit it, this wasn't the most comfortable position Watari had ever been in. See, as Tatsumi was sleeping, the secretary had somehow snuggled his way into Watari's chest, and the couch wasn't wide enough to hold them both had they both stayed in their former positions. So, Watari had to place his legs at an uncomfortable angle in order to prevent Tatsumi from falling off the couch.
He would've felt his legs hurting had they not been numb.
"Watari?" Chizuru spoke up. "Not that I mind or anything, but next time could you at least call before you pop into my living room? I would've made some food for you or something. If you want, I'll bake some cookies right now..."
"That's okay, you don't need to--" Watari tried to find another, more comfortable position, and...he found one. He sat with his legs crossed Indian-style and laid Tatsumi down, placing his head on the scientist's lap.
Ahh, that was a whole lot better...the feeling was starting to come back into Watari's legs.
"No, but I WANT to!" Chizuru insisted. "Cookies! Double chocolate chip cookies! I got a recipe a while back and I haven't tried it yet. They looked good when Rika made them..."
Watari smiled. "Sure, if you want. Besides--" he brushed a hand across Tatsumi's cheek-- "I don't think he's eaten anything for two days. Go crazy, Chizuru-chan!"
Chizuru happily bounced into the kitchen.
Watari shifted a bit. Most of him liked having the object of his affections snoozing away in his lap, but the doctor part of him reasoned that, with all the sleep he had missed, Tatsumi was going to be out for at least 16 or 17 hours. If he didn't, well, Watari was going to FORCE him to get some rest.
Unfortunately, being the hyperactive kind, Mr. Scientist couldn't exactly sit his butt on that couch for 16 hours.
"Chizuru-chan!" he yelled, "Can I carry Tatsumi to, like, a bed anywhere?"
"Shit..." he covered his mouth as Tatsumi frowned and stirred, but fortunately not waking up.
The short-haired girl's voice floated back to him. "Down the hall in the back!"
"Thanks!" Watari tried to carry Tatsumi and managed, though with some effort. He knew that Chizuru could probably lift the secretary with one arm, but he got this strange feeling...right now, he wanted Tatsumi to himself.
The blond carried Tatsumi down the hall and into the bedroom, staggering a bit. Then, as gently as possible, he placed Tatsumi on the small, soft white bed.
He admired the brunet for a moment. There was only one word to describe a sleeping Tatsumi--cute. He was lying on his side, curled up into a ball, silk brown hair tumbling into the beautiful face. The soft, rosy lips were partly open, and Watari had to fight the urge to kiss them.
He took off Tatsumi's suit jacket, undid his tie, and quietly pulled a blanket over the still form. The brown-eyed man stroked Tatsumi's long bangs out of his eyes.
"Don't work yourself too hard, Tatsumi..." he whispered, then bent down and gently pressed his lips against the secretary's forehead.
Watari giggled as he sat on the floor and leaned against the bed, imagining his best friend Tsuzuki's reaction when he'd tell him that he had carried Tatsumi to a bed and kissed him.
Of course, he was going to leave the rest up to his imagination.
Bespectacled eyes scanned the window. It was quite dark now. 003 was snoozing, looking cute and plump on the pillow by Tatsumi's head.
Involuntarily, Watari drifted off into slumber.
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"You sure about this?" Hisoka asked, running one finger along the crease he had just made in the paper.
"Sure, why not?" Tsuzuki asked and tossed one of the finished products into the growing pile of objects. "Sometimes, if you do the job badly enough, you don't get asked to do it again."
Hisoka muttered, "I have NO idea how you talked me into doing this."
"You know, we should get some of the others to help. This is taking forever."
"Yeah...it's pretty late though, is anyone else even in the building?"
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" 'Tari!" Chizuru called cheerfully. "The cookies are done!"
She waited a moment. No answer. "Watari?"
Chizuru curiously walked to the bedroom and peeped in. The policewoman chuckled. "Aww, that's simply way too cute!"
Then she got an idea.
As carefully as possible, Chizuru lifted Watari off the ground and placed him on the bed, right next to Tatsumi. She held her breath for a moment, afraid he would wake up, but the golden-haired scientist did not even stir. When she felt it was safe, Chizuru silently pulled off Watari's glasses and covered both men with the blanket. Then she tiptoed out of the room, shoulders shaking with restrained giggles.
Sometime late, late, late into the night, around two or so...yes I know that's morning but it's still really dark so oh well:
Tatsumi's eyelashes slowly fluttered open. As his deep blues struggled to adjust to the absence of light, he felt something warm, heavy, and breathing attached around his middle.
A sliver of moonlight crossed into the room, then was gone.
The first thing Tatsumi saw was a cascade of golden yellow hair.
"Wa-Watari?"
Watari's arms tightened around Tatsumi's waist and he mumbled some sleepy words, which were muffled in Tatsumi's shirt.
The blond, who was more asleep than awake, turned his head to the side and pressed his cheek against Tatsumi's chest. "Tatsumi, polka-dotted buffalo are stampeding over my computer..."
Hmm. Slowly coming to his senses, Watari realized that the thing he was trying to protect from the buffalo was not a computer. Computers usually don't talk or move on their own. Also, most computers don't have heartbeats. He sat up and rubbed his eyes sleepily, trying to summon up night vision or something but failed miserably.
"Geh? How'd I end up on the bed? I thought I was on the floor...damn, it's dark..." Watari moved around blindly on the bed and collided into an object. "Wha?" The object caught him by the shoulders, preventing him from falling off.
Then Watari remembered that Tatsumi was on the bed as well.
"Ta...tsu...mi?"
Tatsumi strained furiously to keep his cool. "Uh, Watari-san, why am I in bed with you?"
Shit. This was going to take a while to explain. "Well, you fell asleep on me earlier cos you stayed up too long and I like carried you to the bed so you could get some rest and I sat down on the floor and I must have fallen asleep and I had a dream about polka-dotted buffalo and computers but I have no idea how I got on the bed I swear it!" He took a deep breath.
Tatsumi only caught some of it, and that was enough. He blushed. A lot. Lucky thing his face wasn't visible right now. He had fallen asleep on Watari? And he had carried him to the bed?! That wasn't too bad, in fact it was great, but it was going to do a bit of harm to his dignity.
"Heyy...that reminds me...you still need like 12 more hours of sleep so sleep dammit!!" Watari tackled Tatsumi and pinned him down against the bed. "SLEEP, slave!!"
"Oh yes, I am going to have a nice, long rest of 12 hours when someone is pinning me to a bed and yelling at me."
Watari released him. "Whoops, sorry. So I guess neither of us can sleep now, huh?" He reached around blindly and flicked on a dim bedside lamp. "Are you the kind that'll go walk around outside when you can't sleep?"
"Never tried it, but I guess I can..."
Watari nodded. "Cool. Now let's go take some long, looong walks on the beach and tire you out so much that you'll be knocked out for at least twelve hours. Come on!" He slipped on some sandals, grabbed Tatsumi by the arm, and raced out the door. Then another door, then another, and...well, I hope you get the point.
"O...kay..."
Chizuru lived right by the beach. It wasn't a beach built for swimming, more of a rocky beach built for thinking, or just admiring. The sand was not fine or white; the seawater was bright, clear, and not contaminated by the hundreds of tourists. There were also huge, smooth rocks stranded here and there, just perfect for sitting on or leaning against.
Tatsumi and Watari silently strolled side by side, the bright white full moon reflecting off the swirling, inky blue depths of the sea, light dancing off the small rippling waves. The ocean shone like an enormous deep blue crystal, glimmering and rolling with the tides.
Without thinking, Tatsumi reached up and placed his right arm around Watari's shoulders, holding him close. Also without thinking, Watari leaned into the loose embrace. He rested his head against Tatsumi's neck, letting a small sigh of contentment escape his lips.
"It's beautiful, isnt it?" He whispered, afraid of ruining the moment by speaking aloud.
Tatsumi murmured, "Mmm..."
The two watched in silent fascination as, in the distance, a single dolphin flipped out of the water and splashed back into the ocean, shining beads resembling diamonds glinting in the moonlight. They sparkled for a moment, then they were gone.
Tatsumi looked at his watch and said softly, "We should be getting back now..."
The pair of shinigamis started their walk back to Chizuru's seaside apartment.
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The next day...
"Hey, this is fun, Tsuzuki!" Wakaba laughed and took another paper from the pile. "Hmm, this is Terazuma's salary info...whoa..."
Hisoka groaned, "Oh God, we are going to be in so much trouble. When he freaks out, I was not involved. In any way. At all."
"Well, he's going to wonder where you were when we--"
"SHUT UP!"
Tsuzuki cringed. "Okay, okay." He waved to someone outside the door. "Yo, Saya! Yuma!"
"SOKA-CHAAAAN!!"
"AAARRGH NO!!!"
"Wait, help us here!"
"Huh? Oooh...getting ready for Tatsumi's birthday? Which is in...December..."
"Um, yeah. Anyways, help?"
"SUUURE!! Anything for Soka-chan!"
"You're so loved, Hisoka," Wakaba teased.
"Hey."
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Chizuru called, "Hey, Watari! Get up! It's already eleven!"
Watari groaned and covered his head with a pillow. "Aaa...go away..."
Chizuru frowned, walked over, and took the pillow. "Tatsumi was up, like, five hours ago."
"WHAT?!" Watari jumped up. "He didn't get his twelve freaking hours of sleep!"
He splashed some water on his face and ran a brush through his now-unruly blond hair. Then, he dashed out the door, Chizuru walking behind with a smile on her face.
He found Tatsumi sitting at the kitchen table, calmly sipping coffee. "Hey! You were supposed to sleep until noon like I did! You made me look bad! TRAITOR!!!"
Tatsumi shrugged. "Old habits are hard to break."
"Oh, that was SO mean." Watari said.
"I meant the getting up at five thing."
"Oh."
Chizuru interrupted. "Hey, didn't you want a hotel? There's a nice one back there." She pointed in a direction. "It's very clean with good service. The rooms are pretty nice, and it's affordable."
"Oh, thank you. Then we'll get going. Bye, Chizuru-chan." Watari gave her a good-bye hug and got his and Tatsumi's stuff. Then, he scooped 003 up to his shoulder. "See you whenever..."
Chizuru laughed. "You say that like we'll never see each other again."
Tatsumi waved and smiled. "Goodbye, Akamine-san."
"Bye, Tatsumi. Bye, Watari." The two men walked out, Chizuru looking on with a happy expression on her face. Then she noticed something:
"Hey, they're walking much closer together than normal."
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*gets REAL mad* Darn, I still don't have drunk Watari yet. It became too long, so I had to chop it up into two chapters. Argh. I PROMISE drunk Watari will be up in the next chapter...hehe
Julie
4/17/03