Bound and Blind
A YnM Fan-Fiction written by: Fire (not Fang)
Apply usual disclaimer's here.
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Prologue
It was an unusually quite day. The weight of the situation laid very heavily across the Shinigami of the Shokan Division's shoulders. Heavy silences in the offices usually meant that there was work getting done, which usually meant a happy Tatsumi (or at least as happy as Tatsumi could get).
However, this silence had a different mood to it, one that spoke of nervous fidgeting and silent tears. Within this silence, there was nothing getting done, and Tatsumi, instead of prowling about the common area, snarling work threats at those who dared to slack, did nothing as he had locked himself in his office. The usual exclamations and explosions that sounded from the lab down the hall were peculiarly quiet. Wakaba cried softly as she poked at a cinnabon with a plastic fork, and Terazuma paced the office lobby angrily. Tsuzuki and Hisoka… Were absent. No one even questioned their whereabouts or tried to call them into work, as it was blatantly obvious to everyone, that with the situation at hand, it would have been pointless, and that they would have gotten no answer.
There were tears, and awkward silences. The occasional angry exclamation would sound, turning the attention very briefly to the perpetrator, before it was redirected to fidgeting.
It was then that Tatsumi chose to grace the workers with his stern presence, the soft clicking of the door and the click of shoes on linoleum floors announcing to the workers his entry to the common room. There was a few seconds of untold panic as the majority of the Shinigami scrambled to give the aura of hard work. Even those with tears in there eyes attempted to make themselves look busy.
It wasn't fooling anyone. Least of all Tatsumi. Oddly though, he didn't seem to care, glancing at his co-workers as he passed them. His face remained guarded and stoic as always, but had anyone taken the time to look, they would have noticed his eyes had lost their usual ruthless glint.
Why he had exited his office in the first place, the Shinigami would never know. He could have emerged in order to spout off commands to his co-workers- which they would have been thankful for- But didn't when hit by the collective mood. Or he could have come out to occupy himself, which he also didn't do. In any case, he wandered about aimlessly for a few minutes, taking a few quick glances over random people's shoulders, before heading back to his office. Shutting himself in again, and the distracted fidgeting returned.
Wakaba, with tears in her eyes, finally got up and dumped the cinnabon into the trash, and looking frustrated and sorrowful left the workroom. Terazuma stopped his pacing long enough to notice, and followed his partner into their office. The sound of muffled crying could be heard.
Watari's lab door opened and 003 flew down the hall followed by Watari, 003 perched on the back of the chair Wakaba had occupied minutes before and ruffled her feather's in discomfort, sensing the utter distress of her human's co-workers. Watari, simply walked into the workroom, grabbed a few donuts and left. No genki smiles, no bouncy exterior, nothing. 003 looked about in anxiety, before taking off to the library to be with the more laid back GuShoShin.
The question that floated around the room had yet to be answered… Would things ever be the same again?
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A/N: Hmmm…. This is one of those 'try it out' fics. A random-passing-idea (And let me tell you, those are the BEST ideas to write by), hit me last night while I was doing the dishes. So I started to ponder. And seeing as my ponderings grow ponderous, ponderously, (Okay okay… Kill me) I started to develop my random-passing-idea into a story.
So, how is it so far? How many people actually know what's going on? Confused anyone?
…Yeah. I am too. I have no idea how I'm gonna pull this one off. Anyway, R&R please? Pwetty pwease? (Insert inu-Tsuzuki face here) Oh. And be gentle, this is my first YnM fic.