Watari's Vacation Chapter 3
By Julie
Disclaimer: Yami no Matsuei belongs to Matsushita Yoko. Woohoo. *waves banner*
Warning: yaoi, and a lime-y sort of thing. Actually, I don't even know if it's considered a lime. Maybe a white lime. A baby lime. Okay, I'll stop now.
Oh yeah, since I was cut off from a computer for a few days, I had to write this chapter down in school, on notebook paper. It took up seven pages, front to back. That's FRIGHTENING. Well, for me...I don't like writing stuff in school. It feels like an assignment..
Hehe, I'm aware that Tatsumi was very OOC in the last chapter ^^ Argh, it's so HARD to keep him in character!! *bites something*
It's 3:00 AM, and I think I'm paranoid. I keep looking behind me. Look, I just did it again. And again.
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"Watari-san, stop that."
"This is fun! Come on, Tatsumi!" Watari jumped up high and did an amazing somersault, then crashed back on the bed, where he resumed bouncing. "They don't make beds this bouncy in the Meifu."
A while ago, Watari, who is also easily amused like Tsuzuki, had run around their "room" (which actually consisted of several rooms) oohing and aahing over everything he saw. Then he had squealed and immediately pounced on the huge bed, with its thick blankets and fancy embroidery, jumping for the last five minutes.
Suspiciously, such a luxurious hotel room has only one bed. Suspicious suspicious.
Sounds like something a sick fanfic author would come up with.
"Really, Tatsumi, you never have any fun," Watari remarked between bounces. Then, he cringed and mentally covered his mouth. Really, did he HAVE to blurt out everything that came to his head?
Unfortunately, that seemed to hit a nerve. Tatsumi stiffened, then took several breaths to calm himself down. Instead of the biting words he originally had in mind, he commented mildly, "You know, you're just like Tsuzuki-san. Saying everything that comes to mind."
Watari immediately silenced at the mention of Tsuzuki's name. He stopped jumping, sat down, and said quietly, "What exactly do you feel toward Tsuzuki?"
Tatsumi pondered this for a moment, thinking of the right way to word his thoughts. He decided not to answer.
Naturally, Watari jumped to conclusions at Tatsumi's silence. He smirked inwardly, thinking: So, he still loves him. The blond tried to shrug off the pang of hurt that this brought. Oh well, can't change how he feels.
He slipped down the bed and took Tatsumi's arm. "Forget what I said. Let's go outside and uh...tour stuff?" he offered with a good-natured smile.
Tatsumi drew back his arm and shook his head. "No. I don't want to. I'm tired."
Figures. Watari thought. So he hates my touch as well.
"What did I tell you?" he chided. "It's your sleep catching up with you, Tatsumi. That's your fault. Come with me, please?"
"No. I don't want to. Go by yourself."
Watari's formerly happy smile was looking very cold and forced now, not quite reaching his eyes. "You're so selfish. I come on this trip wanting to spend some time with you, but you only worry about yourself. You're no fun."
"I'm sorry, Watari-san. I'll keep in mind next time to be more fun like you, because you're lots of fun!" Tatsumi said, his voice dripping sarcasm.
Watari definitely took this the wrong way. "God, that was so damned rude! Do you HAVE to be this sarcastic and mean all the time? Is that, like, your nature?! Why can't you be anything other than cold and hurtful?!"
"Well, if you think I'm so cold and hurtful, why did you ask me to come in the first place? To entertain you? I have better things to do! Stop acting like a spoiled kid!!"
Watari looked absolutely enraged. "I"M a spoiled kid!? Why can't you just understand?? I wanted you to come with me because I love you!! And I've loved you for twenty-some years! Oh ff--" realizing that he had just said all that out loud, Watari clamped a hand over his mouth and silently cursed himself, then raised his eyes to meet Tatsumi's.
Tatsumi was staring wide-eyed at Watari, his blue orbs huge with shock.
A million thoughts ran through his head. He wanted to say that he had feelings for the blond as well, that he had for a long time, that what he felt for Tsuzuki was more of a brotherly thing, that he's always wanted to touch that beautiful hair...but it didn't come out the way he wanted to. At all.
Instead, he said coldly, "I have never loved you, Watari-san. I have never looked at you in that way. Now leave me alone."
Watari winced as though he had been hit. He felt the tears threatening to fall. Oh God, not now. Not in front of Tatsumi. He was not going to cry. He was not.
Watari forced a shaky smile. "I-I'm sorry, Tatsumi. I'm really sorry. I won't bother you again." He backed away and ran out the door, slamming it.
Then, he slid down onto the floor of the hall outside the room, hugging his knees against his chest and tucking his head against his knees.
Figures. The first time he had ever loved someone that way, the first time he had summoned up enough courage to confess, and what had happened? He had gotten kicked right in the face.
Right then and there, he decided that he was never going to confess to anyone ever again. Never. Even if he truly loved that person with all his heart (which he wouldn't anymore, because Tatsumi had taken a part of it), he would not tell them that he loved them. Not if it meant being hurt that deeply again.
For the first time in as long as he cared to remember, Watari Yutaka let a tear fall down his cheek.
Then he picked himself up and ran. Ran out of the hotel. To a bar. In addition to a gambling problem, he also had a drinking problem. He needed some alcohol in his system to hold him together.
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Tatsumi cursed himself.
I'm an asshole, he thought dully. I don't deserve to exist. Why did I do that? He hates me now. I hate myself. I'm a bastard. A total bastard.
003 woke up from her sleeping perch on on the couch beside Tatsumi. She fluttered onto Tatsumi's lap and cocked her head to the side adorably, as if asking where her master had gone.
Tatsumi stroked her soft neck feathers and said softly, "Why don't you hate me too? Join the club."
003 nibbled one of Tatsumi's fingers curiously.
"Watari is gone. I don't know where." he had to place the tiny owl on a tablestand, because it pained the secretary to look at her. With her big brown eyes and gold feathers among the brown, she bore a slight resemblance to Watari.
He tried to take his mind off the ever-genki blond scientist by reading a book. He couldn't concentrate, however, when thoughts such as "Is Watari okay?" and "I'm an ass" kept floating across his mind.
An hour later...
"I wonder what Watari is doing..."
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Watari turned over his sixth glass and placed at the end of the row in front of him. He rested his head on the cold marble of the bar countertop, his cheeks a rosy red.
The bartender, a ponytailed Asian girl (1), watched him curiously.
~.~
Tatsumi couldn't stop worrying. He looked at his watch. "Geh, he should be back by now...Is he okay?"
Tatsumi decided to go look for Watari. He grabbed his coat. "You stay here, okay?" he told the fluffy little owl. "I don't want to lose you or anything. I won't be gone long." I hope.
Once out of the hotel, Tatsumi immediately began his search. He knew Watari well; he wasn't going to be in the Meifu, more like a casino or a bar someplace. After a few unsuccessful tries, he found himself in a small pub.
Tatsumi approached the girl tending the bar and inquired, "Excuse me, miss, but have you seen a blond--" his gaze lowered and caught Watari, with his head down on the counter, pillowed on his arms.
Watari opened one eye and grinned crookedly. "Oh hello, Tatsuumiiii..." he slurred.
Tatsumi tried to conceal his relief. Then, he caught sight of the line of beer glasses, and his eyes widened considerably. Holy shit! What was that, like, eight tumblers?!
"We're going now, Watari-san," he stated firmly, taking Watari's arm.
"Just one more glass, Tatsumi?" Watari pleaded with a deranged-sounding giggle. The bartender promptly placed another sake in front of the very drunk scientist. With a quick "thanks", Watari took a few gulps from the glass. Then he wiped his mouth and put his head back down on his arms.
Tatsumi looked at him disapprovingly. "You'll throw up if you drink any more." He probably would more than throw up. More like die a second time. Or collapse and get a concussion, which would heal instantly.
"I never throw up when drinking, Tatsumi. Usually I just pass out." he finished his ninth sake and scooted closer to the older man. "I just act out my thoughts when drunk."
What the hell is that supposed to mean? The brunet thought irritably. Ah, he probably couldn't stop Watari's drinking anytime soon, so he took a chair beside the brown-eyed man and patiently waited for him to pass out.
Tatsumi gave an undignified squeak as Watari moved behind him and started running his hands all over the taller man's body.
"What the hell are you DOING!?" he hissed angrily, a bright blush evident on his cheeks. He pushed the cool, wandering hands away.
"Can't help it..." Watari murmured. "I told you, I act on impulse when drunk."
"And your impulse is to grope me?"
"Yes." he began feeling up Tatsumi again. "Sorry."
A little while later...
Tatsumi pushed the pair of hands away for, oh, the eighth or ninth time.
Watari rested his head on Tatsumi's right shoulder and slipped his hand under the secretary's coat. He then slid that hand across the other man's chest, while the other hand stroked down Tatsumi's side.
When his exploration started to go south...
Tatsumi stood up. He had to leave for two reasons. One, he was getting freaking embarrassed by all the groping (the girl behind the counter was squealing and hugely grinning) and two, he was afraid that if the younger shinigami kept this up he himself was going to knock Watari over and rape him on the floor of the bar.
Hmm. A good idea, but not a smart one.
"We are going to leave now." He stressed and grabbed Watari's arm, harder this time. "NOW."
Tatsumi looked at the bartender. "How much?" He questioned, sounding exhausted.
The Asian girl flashed four fingers. "Four thousand."
"Damn..." Tatsumi muttered and fished around in the pockets of Watari's black denim jacket. He pulled several bills out of the semi-doctor's wallet and gave them to the girl.
The secretary was in a hurry, so with a quick "keep the change", he threw Watari's arm over his shoulder and tried to get out of there as fast as he could carrying a drunk shinigami.
Watari turned around and called, "Thanks for the drinks, Julie!" Then he was dragged out the door.
The bartender bowed and murmured, "He looks so much like Watari from Yami no Matsuei..."
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Nearly all the shinigami were gathered in Tatsumi's office by now, busily "working" on the paperwork. It was almost all gone.
~.~
The trek back to the hotel wasn't easy, despite the short distance. Mainly because Watari kept trying to grope him.
"STOP." Tatsumi ordered. "Or I'll dump you in--" he pointed to something by the road- "that hole over there."
Watari meeped and clung tighter to Tatsumi's shirt. "I'm sorry...Tatsumi..." he choked out, sounding like he was on the verge of tears again. "...I-I couldn't help it--"
Oh, great, Tatsumi thought. What is he, like, in a depression now?
Watari passed out cold.
Okay, not anymore, I guess.
He carried Watari back to their shared hotel room with some effort and odd stares, which he silenced with his own Glare of Death®.
Tatsumi sighed and placed Watari on the bed.
He muttered something under his breath and brushed Watari's long, loose hair away from his eyes. He looked so innocent, so peaceful...
"...I love you too, Watari," he murmured softly.
Tatsumi didn't even notice the hands snaking their way up his back until he felt himself being thoroughly kissed by the one he thought was asleep.
He didn't pull away...maybe it was because he loved the blond, maybe because he was too tired, maybe it was the sweet taste of sake still on Watari's lips. But he didn't resist until the scientist began unbuttoning Tatsumi's white dress shirt.
Tatsumi jerked away, however reluctantly. "No." he said firmly. "I'm not going to take advantage of you when you're drunk."
Watari grinned. "But it won't be taking advantage if I want it too, right?"
"You're drunk," Tatsumi stated and got up, taking a seat on the couch by the bed. "Go to sleep."
Watari didn't comply or answer, only stared at Tatsumi with an unreadable expression in his eyes.
The brunet was starting to get uncomfortable under that stare.
"...I don't sleep until I'm sober," Watari said at last.
Tatsumi grumbled something, then said, "What's the quickest way to get you sober, then?"
"Give me a bath."
"What?!"
"Give me a bath. It's the fastest way to get me sober."
"Freaking hell..."
A few minutes passed. "Watari-san, please stop looking at me like that. You're creeping me out."
No answer.
Shedding his coat and rolling up his sleeves, Tatsumi sighed and decided to give Watari his bath. At this rate of progress, he'd be afraid to go to sleep for fear of rape.
"Okay," Watari murmured and like a small child, let Tatsumi take his hand and lead him to the bathroom. He didn't make any advances on Tatsumi when the secretary undressed him and helped him into the hot water. Nor did he laugh or make any comments when Tatsumi washed his hair, sliding his fingers through the long golden-blond tresses. He just sat there with that look in his eyes.
Tatsumi found himself blushing like mad through all of this. He didn't look--
Well, of course he looked, how the hell were you supposed to give someone a bath without looking? You never know what you might do...
"Hang on a second," he told Watari and left to dig some sleeping clothes out of the blond's luggage. After going through a sea of things that he had no idea what were, Tatsumi returned with a navy blue T-shirt and soft, light gray pants.
Tatsumi motioned for the blond to get out of the tub, then toweled him off, dressed him, and attempted to dry his hair. Aah, it was still wet, but at least it wasn't dripping anymore.
Watari was definitely sober now. For a moment, he stood there wondering why the hell Tatsumi was toweling off his hair. Then he remembered all that had happened, and ran a hand through his wet golden locks embarrassedly.
"Sorry about all that, Tatsumi," he finally spoke up, several tints of pink on his cheeks.
"You're better now?" Tatsumi asked. "It's all right...that was my fault to begin with."
The taller man was about to help Watari out the bathroom, but the scientist shook his head, seemingly ashamed of having been so dependent. "I can walk by myself."
Whatever. The brunet shrugged and followed Watari, who flicked out the lights and crawled under the covers of the bed, eyes wide open. When Tatsumi started to walk over to the couch, Watari gripped his sleeve.
He looked up at the older shinigami with almost-pleading eyes. "C-Can you sleep with me?" Watari whispered. "I...I don't want to be alone tonight."
Tatsumi stared for a second, searching the blond's face for any signs of--what? He really didn't know. He climbed under the sheets and snuggled up to Watari.
This time, when Watari started kissing him, Tatsumi didn't pull away. He knew that they both knew they loved each other. As Watari showered kisses against his face and lips, Tatsumi returned them with agonizing tenderness.
He still had the lingering feeling of taking advantage of the scientist...but as he undressed Watari...as Watari unbuttoned his dress shirt...as his pants were thrown onto the floor...as he entered Watari...as he felt Watari crying his name into his neck...as he felt Watari's fingernails digging into the bare skin of his back...as he felt the white fluid dripping down their legs...Tatsumi couldn't help but feel that this was what he wanted, what he needed, and where he belonged. With Watari.
After this little session, the blond cleaned off the two with a damp washcloth and fell asleep in Tatsumi's arms.
The secretary lay there for a moment, thinking over all that happened in this day.
Then, Tatsumi also drifted off in a haze of dizzying bliss.
Sometime in the night...
"Watari-san?"
"Umphbleh."
"Watari."
"...Hnn?"
"I'm sorry for ruining your vacation."
"...you did?"
"I think so."
"Oh."
a few seconds pass...
"Oww!"
"That was for ruining my vacation."
"You BIT me!"
"Yes, that's what I do when I'm mad. Tsuzuki has bite marks all over his arms."
"You bite Tsuzuki-san?"
"Uh, yeah."
"..."
"What?"
"nothing..."
"Whoo, Tatsumi, are you JEALOUS?"
".....no."
"You know, you're a terrible liar."
"I guess so, Watari-san."
"I have a question. Why do you still call me Watari-san? We've slept together."
"...Iono. I guess it's funnier that way."
"Oh. You're weird."
"Probably."
"Okay. I love you. Good night."
" 'Night. I love you too."
"..."
"Watari-san?"
"Umphbleh."
"..."
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(1) Yes, the bartender is me! *^^* I'm not really a bartender though.
Gah, this turned out WAY WORSE than I had expected. *bangs head against wall* *cries* It's poopy. Poopy poopy poopy. Whee, I'm a 5-year old now ^^
Yes, there will be an epilogue ^.~ *people scream and run in terror* so you can find out just what the freaking heck Tsuzuki and Co. are up to! I'm going to sleep now good night zzzzzz
Julie
5/1/03