A/N: Silly, silly chappy! *-* Since last time it was all Tsusuki/hisoka/Hijiri, and since I promised equal screen time for all our pwetty bishies, here's an all Tatsumi/Watari chappy. Very fluffy and...uhm...silly. I hope you like it? Tatsumi's thoughts about a certain subject are based on what I got from him on the manga. If you think it's OCC, feel free to say so, so I can explain why I wrote him like that and then you can tell me if it's still OCC. It may be. I'm not sure.
While we're on the subject, one of you mentioned something about last chappy I should have clarified. Tsusuki has never been that scared of Muraki before; my reason to make him be that scared was that I figured, after his last encounter with the good doctor and all that happened, Tsusuki would be scared to death about what Muraki made him feel about himself, not really about what Muraki could do to him. Do I make sense? Feel free to disagree. *-*
A curious bit of random information. Just two days ago I realised that Hisoka and I were born on the exact same day. How creepy is that? I'm not kidding. I was born 10/18/80, same day, month and year as him! Will there be a Muraki in my life? *shudders*
As always, if you reviewed, check the bottom of the page.
A DEVIL'S THRILL
*Flap* *flap* *flap* *flap*
003 hovered over her master's head, looking at him curiously as he went through some papers. The blond was looking for some files he was supposed to give Tatsumi by the end of the week. Frustration was evident in his features as he threw papers over his head frantically, mumbling curses in every possible language.
The owl flew around Watari's head a few more times. Just because she was a bird didn't mean she wasn't perceptive. Files weren't the cause of the blond's frustration and you didn't have to be very bright- nor human- to realise that.
"Bring these to me by the end of the week;..." the scientist mumbled, raising his voice. "be careful with your expenses; get that glass away from me; don't blow up the lab; blah. blah, blah!"
Watari groaned loudly as he threw the last of the files into the air. Now he'd had to start all over again, and this time he'd have to pick all the files from the floor.
After-life sucks, he concluded.
He liked Tsusuki; honestly, who doesn't? It was impossible not to care about that sweet guy, but at that moment...
'No', Watari thought, 'I'm not taking it out on Tsusuki. It's not his fault he's so infuriatingly cute that Tatsumi would choose him over me....' he paused on his mental ramblings for a moment, staring dumbly into space.
"But I'm cute too!" he cried, startling 003, who practically end up stamped against the wall.
A few minutes later, the lab looked like a scene taken out of WWIII. 003 stared at her master, trying to regain her breath after having to avoid Watari's unintentional blows whenever the blond would throw something in the air in her direction.
"Aha!!" the scientist jumped from the spot he'd been kneeling on the floor, crumpled paper in hand, again almost punching 003 in the process. "Here you are, you despicable piece of bureaucratic crap!!"
The owl watched fearful as her owner got a mischievous gleam into his eyes. That wasn't good; that was *never* good!
Unable to run for her life and warn others in the process, 003 could only watch Watari leave the lab, eyeing the paper gleefully and singing something that was probably the result of a delusional mind. Or maybe it was something Watari was making up...Oh, well.
A few shinigami that were going through the halls saw Watari walking on their direction and immediately ducked. One of them was Terazuma Hajime, who lost his grumpy appearance in an instant when he saw the genki scientist, bouncing up and down in delight, not one bit embarrassed to show his utter and most profound fear about what that meant. The former cop hid in the first office he could find, closing his eyes and sighing in relief when the door was securely closed behind him.
Someone gently touched his arm and spoke, making him open his eyes again.
"Can I help you with something?" the girl asked kindly, and not a little bit flirtingly.
Watari jumped a little when a roar burst from one of the offices behind him. He noted detachedly that mayhem was braking loose again somewhere, but shrugged it off. This was the Shonkan division after all.
When the scientist finally reached his destination, he took a few moments before opening the door, taking special care in hiding his excitement and going through the pity evoking lines he'd been practicing all afternoon.
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Tatsumi wanted to be paying attention to the report in front of him. He really did! He'd been on the same page for forty five minutes though. The numbers inevitably seemed to turn into little dancing ants after reading for a few seconds. But in truth, his mind couldn't even focus on being frustrated for not being able to focus.
What he didn't seem to have any trouble thinking about was that morning's events. Most of the time, his thoughts would be limited to remembering just how good Watari felt in his arms, but every once in a while, he would think about why exactly was he loosing his mind completely; to which the answer always seemed to be that Watari felt incredibly good in his arms.
Having his brain turn into some sort of mushy, useless organ that only served to play one scene over and over, each time with different variations that were making an innocent kiss beginning to look like an X rated movie; plus having to fight the eventual, every time more frequent, stirring in his groin; plus being completely crippled to do any job; even the dumbest of them; even the ones Tsusuki did well, was bound to leave a mark on someone's nerves.
Tatsumi's hands shook a little and his eyebrow twitched a bit more as he resignedly set the report a side. Last thing he wanted was to make a mistake on that month's budget out of such a trivial distraction.
'This is wrong.' he thought, 'Yes, wrong; wrong, so wrong, so very, very wrong;'
*twitch*
'wrongwrongwrongwrongwrongwrong....'
*deep breath*
'Ok, where was I? Oh, yeah; This is *wrong*!'
Watari was a man! A man!
This couldn't be happening. Not again. A man wasn't supposed to want another man so much. It was confusion, it had to be. Tatsumi was too stressed; yes! He had been working too much! Tsusuki was that never ending pain on the pit of his stomach and the stress of having to fix the idiot's over budgeting was taking it's toll on his battered mind. It had to be that. It made sense too, considering last time he'd felt like this had been back when he'd been partners with Tsusuki. A man having feelings for another man was just perverted; he had to remind himself of that.
'Tsusuki and Hisoka aren't perverted.' a little voice said inside his head. He wasn't surprised though. Whatever part of his personality that was, they'd been getting acquainted all afternoon. 'You don't think they are wrong in liking other men, do you?'
"That's different," he said out loud, immediately looking around to make sure no one had heard him talking to himself. He'd hate to have to kill one of his co-workers. Then he continued the conversation in his head. 'That's not the same, Tsusuki and Hisoka need that...they...'
'And you don't?' the voice said amusedly.
'Tsusuki always needs affection, and Hisoka is just a kid, he doesn't know better. I don't need that kind of company, I've been managing alright on my own.'
'Is that so? Then why were you seeking Watari in the first place?"
'What are you now, my shrink?' he mentally spat.
'Now, now. You wont get anywhere attacking yourself. See? Self destructive patterns. You really may need a shrink.'
'Shut up.'
'Ok, ok. What about Watari?' the voice asked. Tatsumi tensed.
'What about him?'
'He likes you, obviously. Remember how he touched you this morning with those beautiful hands and the way those lips...'
'Shut the fuck up, you idiot! I don't want to take another cold shower!'
'What I mean is, he's not perverted, is he?'
Even when he wasn't really talking to anyone, Tatsumi still gaped a little at that.
'No,...no, of course not. But it's different...He...'
'What?'
'He's a man but...you heard him, he doesn't even feel like one and...'
'Oh, but when he said he wanted to be a woman, didn't you picture him as one? Wasn't that what made you kiss him? Because you saw the image of him changing and you didn't like it? He's a man, alright!'
'.......'
'Thought so.'
Tatsumi groaned loudly. This, as he knew it would happen, was leading him nowhere. He couldn't honestly say he thought liking another man was wrong. He was never one to think that when it came to other people. Then why was it wrong for him? Why couldn't he be honest with himself for once? He tried as hard as he could to remember one- just one- woman who'd managed to make him feel like Tsusuki and Watari had made him feel. Nothing. He couldn't even remember when was the last time he'd been attracted to a woman, but he did seem to recall quite a few times when he'd stared at a man a little longer than he should have.
But it didn't fit with the image he had of himself. Not only being...you know, like that...; but also being so repressed it took the bigger part of a century for him to realise.
"Oh god." he whispered.
A hand holding a piece of paper materialized magically in front of him on his desk, making Tatsumi blink a few times.
"Oh, god what?" a voice that seemed to come from over his head stated. Tatsumi followed the arm that seemed to be attached to the intruding hand with his eyes, surprisingly finding a body attached to it, standing in front of him. The body -curiously enough-, had a head, and the eyes in it where looking at him funny.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" he screamed finally, when he realised the curious phenomenon was actually Watari that had gotten into his office without him noticing it.
"Waaaah!!! What?!" Watari backed away a little.
Tatsumi remained in a pose of fear for a few seconds before straightening out on his chair and fixing his glasses in a no-nonsense fashion.
"Watari, I'd appreciate it if you knocked before entering my office from now on." he said, keeping his cool.
The scientist gave him a look he couldn't really understand and then handed him the paper, with his chin lifted slightly upwards and a cold stance.
"You said you needed this." he said flatly. Still, Tatsumi could see a hint of hurt on the blond's entire demeanour.
The shadow master glanced at the piece of paper confusedly before taking it with two fingers.
"I thought I told you this wasn't due 'til Friday. There was no need for you to deliver it now..."
Watari violently snatched the paper away from him.
"Oh, is that so?" he said offended. "I'm sorry, I should have known you wouldn't want to see me before you *had* to. I'll leave now."
The blond man turned around to leave. Every inch of Tatsumi's body urged him to get up and stop him and, since the rational part of his brain seemed to be on vacation somewhere in the Caribbean, Tatsumi did just that.
He jumped form his seat and rushed to catch Watari, tripping with his own feet and finally pushing the poor man hard into the office door. Watari's face was pressed against the glass, emulating a cartoon character; he let out a faint whine and Tatsumi, who'd crashed into him, pulled away, helping Watari keep his balance.
Watari avoided looking at him directly; Tatsumi apologized over and over again, while annoyingly trying to fix Watari's lab coat.
"Gomen nasai! I don't know what happened! I'm never that clumsy,...I..."
"Ok, ok!" Watari slapped his hand away. "Stop with the lab coat! I like the wrinkles!"
"Sumimasen." the shadow master whispered, looking at his feet. "Watari..." he started, but trailed off. How was he supposed to apologize for fleeing after kissing him when he really didn't know why he'd done it? Obviously, that's why his friend was angry at him. Besides, Tatsumi Seiichirou did not apologize, did he? But then again, hadn't he apologized twice in the course of a minute already?
Watari sighed, his expression softening a little. The scientist placed a hand on his arm delicately.
"What? Is there something you wanted to tell me?" he said softly.
Tatsumi gathered all his courage- which was a lot of courage to gather for something so simple- and looked straight into Watari's eyes.
"Watari, I...This morning...you...I mean..." To Tatsumi's surprise, Watari started giggling. "What's so funny?" he asked curiously.
"Do I really have this effect on you? Why, Tatsumi, I'm flattered. First you trip and now you're stammering?"
Tatsumi sighed.
"Look, Watari. I'm just sorry, ok? About this morning, I mean." he rushed. Watari's smile slipped away from his face and his lower lip quivered slightly.
"You are?" big, shimmering hazel eyes stared at him expectant. If Watari so much as tear up once, he'd loose it.
"Yes, I'm sorry. I was stupid and wasn't thinking. I'm confused and..."
"It's ok." Watari said, looking positively pitiful and oh so incredibly cute. "I understand."
Tatsumi watched confusedly as the other man opened the door to leave again. Now, what had gone wrong?
"Wait!" Tatsumi reacted at last, grabbing Watari's arm. "Wait, what's wrong? I thought that was what you wanted me to say!" he cried, frustrated.
"That...*sniff* that you're sorry...*sniff* ..." Tatsumi nodded. "...for kissing me?" Tatsumi kept on nodding until he realised what Watari had said. Then he shook his head no emphatically.
"No, no! You got it wrong! That's not what I'm sorry for!"
Watari smiled wickedly.
"Oh, so you're not sorry for kissing me?" Tatsumi sighed relieved and shook his head no. "So you liked it?" Tatsumi's nod was barely noticeable. "So you don't mind if I kiss you again?" this time Watari's tone was coy and Tatsumi's eyes opened as big as saucers.
His eyebrow begun twitching again as the scientist moved towards him. He unconsciously backed away a step for every step Watari took in his direction. The scientist smile widened when Tatsumi's way was obstructed by the desk. There was no escape now. Resistance was futile!
Tatsumi laughed nervously as Watari slid both arms around his waist and leaned his face just inches away from his.
"Wa...Watari...er...I...I...mphhhhhhh!"
Those soft lips were on his again, but this time Watari made it obvious that he intended to have control of the situation. Tatsumi noted distantly that his brain was shutting down again, but he really didn't care; the stupid thing hadn't been working very well anyway. The shadow master's arms went around Watari's body as soon as he got over his shock, soon finding their way up the mass of hair and holding the back of the scientist head with both hands.
Watari surprised him one more time when he opened his mouth just a tad, so he could trail the shadow master's lips with his tongue in a fashion that was threatening to make him lose his mind. Hungrily, Tatsumi opened his own mouth and violently slid his own tongue into the scientist's. Watari moaned approvingly as their tongues massaged each other heatedly.
They finally pulled out for air; Tatsumi was panting, completely overwhelmed by what had just happened. Watari...not so much. Tatsumi held onto Watari's slim frame as if his life depended on it. The scientist buried his face on the crook of Tatsumi's neck and started trailing kisses upwards, barely pinching the skin with his teeth from time to time.
"Watari that...that was..."
The blond scientist stirred lazily in his embrace, moving from his neck to his earlobe.
"Nice." he purred between kisses.
If Tatsumi didn't stop him now, he wouldn't be responsible for his actions. Seriously, you can't repress any sexual desire for an entire life time and then some more and expect to be in control when a gorgeous, sexy blond begins provoking you like that.
"Watari..." he whispered softly, kissing the top of the other man's head.
"Uhm?"
"Stop that."
Watari pouted but stopped anyway, knowing when he was pushing his luck. He rested his head on Tatsumi's shoulder and stared at the other man, pleased.
"You liked it though." he smiled knowingly.
Tatsumi snorted and pulled Watari to face him. One hand found it's way to the back of the scientist neck and begun caressing it tenderly.
"Will you be patient with me?" he hated how vulnerable he was making himself sound, but he wasn't about to risk Watari getting the wrong idea again. He was confused, yes, but not so much that he didn't know what he didn't want.
Watari smiled and kissed him chastely on the lips.
"Depends." he said wickedly.
"On what?" Tatsumi said with a smile on his lips.
"Will I get to kiss you silly whenever I want to?"
To answer him, Tatsumi leaned over and kissed Watari again. It wasn't a long kiss, just enough to get the point across, and then he hugged the other man tightly.
Watari planned on doing a little more than kissing, but he wasn't about to tell Tatsumi that. He'd learned that the shadow master wasn't very good at controlling himself once they were already at it, and you bet he was going to use that to his advantage.
Watari noticed Tatsumi tensed a little and was about to ask what was wrong when the other man whispered.
"Tsusuki."
'You've got to be kidding me!!' Watari thought, and pulled away as if Tatsumi burned. He was a second away from slapping Tatsumi when he noticed the shadow master's gaze was focused outside his office. He followed his friend's gaze and saw the reason for the change of mood.
From the glass of the door Watari could see Hisoka leading Tsusuki by the hand, who looked pretty worse for wear, and had that awful, vacant look in his eyes. Without thinking about it, Watari rushed outside, followed by Tatsumi.
TBC
No updates 'til Friday. Sound like the title of a song, ne? Anyway, I hope I'm not making you wait too much. Forgive me?
Time for a Konnie-chan contest and poll!! YAY!!
1) Did they make the St. Michael's arch for the anime?
2) Do you like the little attempts of humour that I try to introduce, even though it's angst? Are they even funny? Should I stop altogether? *pouts* I think they're funny.
3) Review and keep me happy! *bounces* Good, good reviewers!
This time I have YNM cookies, do you want? If you don't, they can be traded for cake.
Serenity, I have to give you an extra bag of cookies because if not Tsusuki would cry. Thank you for feeding him, but you have to share with Hisoka and Hijiri! They're so skinny!
Aikawa, I hope the A/N upstairs explained a little about what you mention. I hope you didn't hate the story because of what happened with Tsusuki and Muraki *cries* Anyway, you get a bag of Tsusuki cookies with that creamy filling that is so tasty.
Miyahara Yuuki, Hisoka cookies for you. They're not as sweet, but still they're nice. I'd give you Watari cookies, but I wouldn't recommend eating them until you get them tested for any possible side effects.
More Tsusuki cookies for Miko. You can all guess what the turn is. In fact, I'd like to hear what you think it is, just for the fun of it.
*pokes her head timidly from under the table* last waltz, please put the gun down! I update fast! *cries* Here! Have your Tsusuki plushie for being your first review and your Tsusuki cookies!!, But plz don't shoot me! Waaaaaah!
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And Tifa, or Hiruiseki, I'm not sure -...You also get an inu Tsusuki plushie for reviewing for the first time. And of course the cookies.
Thank you all so much!! 40 reviews is like WOW!! @-@ (I don't mind if I get a lot more though, nehehe.)
Ja ne!
While we're on the subject, one of you mentioned something about last chappy I should have clarified. Tsusuki has never been that scared of Muraki before; my reason to make him be that scared was that I figured, after his last encounter with the good doctor and all that happened, Tsusuki would be scared to death about what Muraki made him feel about himself, not really about what Muraki could do to him. Do I make sense? Feel free to disagree. *-*
A curious bit of random information. Just two days ago I realised that Hisoka and I were born on the exact same day. How creepy is that? I'm not kidding. I was born 10/18/80, same day, month and year as him! Will there be a Muraki in my life? *shudders*
As always, if you reviewed, check the bottom of the page.
A DEVIL'S THRILL
*Flap* *flap* *flap* *flap*
003 hovered over her master's head, looking at him curiously as he went through some papers. The blond was looking for some files he was supposed to give Tatsumi by the end of the week. Frustration was evident in his features as he threw papers over his head frantically, mumbling curses in every possible language.
The owl flew around Watari's head a few more times. Just because she was a bird didn't mean she wasn't perceptive. Files weren't the cause of the blond's frustration and you didn't have to be very bright- nor human- to realise that.
"Bring these to me by the end of the week;..." the scientist mumbled, raising his voice. "be careful with your expenses; get that glass away from me; don't blow up the lab; blah. blah, blah!"
Watari groaned loudly as he threw the last of the files into the air. Now he'd had to start all over again, and this time he'd have to pick all the files from the floor.
After-life sucks, he concluded.
He liked Tsusuki; honestly, who doesn't? It was impossible not to care about that sweet guy, but at that moment...
'No', Watari thought, 'I'm not taking it out on Tsusuki. It's not his fault he's so infuriatingly cute that Tatsumi would choose him over me....' he paused on his mental ramblings for a moment, staring dumbly into space.
"But I'm cute too!" he cried, startling 003, who practically end up stamped against the wall.
A few minutes later, the lab looked like a scene taken out of WWIII. 003 stared at her master, trying to regain her breath after having to avoid Watari's unintentional blows whenever the blond would throw something in the air in her direction.
"Aha!!" the scientist jumped from the spot he'd been kneeling on the floor, crumpled paper in hand, again almost punching 003 in the process. "Here you are, you despicable piece of bureaucratic crap!!"
The owl watched fearful as her owner got a mischievous gleam into his eyes. That wasn't good; that was *never* good!
Unable to run for her life and warn others in the process, 003 could only watch Watari leave the lab, eyeing the paper gleefully and singing something that was probably the result of a delusional mind. Or maybe it was something Watari was making up...Oh, well.
A few shinigami that were going through the halls saw Watari walking on their direction and immediately ducked. One of them was Terazuma Hajime, who lost his grumpy appearance in an instant when he saw the genki scientist, bouncing up and down in delight, not one bit embarrassed to show his utter and most profound fear about what that meant. The former cop hid in the first office he could find, closing his eyes and sighing in relief when the door was securely closed behind him.
Someone gently touched his arm and spoke, making him open his eyes again.
"Can I help you with something?" the girl asked kindly, and not a little bit flirtingly.
Watari jumped a little when a roar burst from one of the offices behind him. He noted detachedly that mayhem was braking loose again somewhere, but shrugged it off. This was the Shonkan division after all.
When the scientist finally reached his destination, he took a few moments before opening the door, taking special care in hiding his excitement and going through the pity evoking lines he'd been practicing all afternoon.
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Tatsumi wanted to be paying attention to the report in front of him. He really did! He'd been on the same page for forty five minutes though. The numbers inevitably seemed to turn into little dancing ants after reading for a few seconds. But in truth, his mind couldn't even focus on being frustrated for not being able to focus.
What he didn't seem to have any trouble thinking about was that morning's events. Most of the time, his thoughts would be limited to remembering just how good Watari felt in his arms, but every once in a while, he would think about why exactly was he loosing his mind completely; to which the answer always seemed to be that Watari felt incredibly good in his arms.
Having his brain turn into some sort of mushy, useless organ that only served to play one scene over and over, each time with different variations that were making an innocent kiss beginning to look like an X rated movie; plus having to fight the eventual, every time more frequent, stirring in his groin; plus being completely crippled to do any job; even the dumbest of them; even the ones Tsusuki did well, was bound to leave a mark on someone's nerves.
Tatsumi's hands shook a little and his eyebrow twitched a bit more as he resignedly set the report a side. Last thing he wanted was to make a mistake on that month's budget out of such a trivial distraction.
'This is wrong.' he thought, 'Yes, wrong; wrong, so wrong, so very, very wrong;'
*twitch*
'wrongwrongwrongwrongwrongwrong....'
*deep breath*
'Ok, where was I? Oh, yeah; This is *wrong*!'
Watari was a man! A man!
This couldn't be happening. Not again. A man wasn't supposed to want another man so much. It was confusion, it had to be. Tatsumi was too stressed; yes! He had been working too much! Tsusuki was that never ending pain on the pit of his stomach and the stress of having to fix the idiot's over budgeting was taking it's toll on his battered mind. It had to be that. It made sense too, considering last time he'd felt like this had been back when he'd been partners with Tsusuki. A man having feelings for another man was just perverted; he had to remind himself of that.
'Tsusuki and Hisoka aren't perverted.' a little voice said inside his head. He wasn't surprised though. Whatever part of his personality that was, they'd been getting acquainted all afternoon. 'You don't think they are wrong in liking other men, do you?'
"That's different," he said out loud, immediately looking around to make sure no one had heard him talking to himself. He'd hate to have to kill one of his co-workers. Then he continued the conversation in his head. 'That's not the same, Tsusuki and Hisoka need that...they...'
'And you don't?' the voice said amusedly.
'Tsusuki always needs affection, and Hisoka is just a kid, he doesn't know better. I don't need that kind of company, I've been managing alright on my own.'
'Is that so? Then why were you seeking Watari in the first place?"
'What are you now, my shrink?' he mentally spat.
'Now, now. You wont get anywhere attacking yourself. See? Self destructive patterns. You really may need a shrink.'
'Shut up.'
'Ok, ok. What about Watari?' the voice asked. Tatsumi tensed.
'What about him?'
'He likes you, obviously. Remember how he touched you this morning with those beautiful hands and the way those lips...'
'Shut the fuck up, you idiot! I don't want to take another cold shower!'
'What I mean is, he's not perverted, is he?'
Even when he wasn't really talking to anyone, Tatsumi still gaped a little at that.
'No,...no, of course not. But it's different...He...'
'What?'
'He's a man but...you heard him, he doesn't even feel like one and...'
'Oh, but when he said he wanted to be a woman, didn't you picture him as one? Wasn't that what made you kiss him? Because you saw the image of him changing and you didn't like it? He's a man, alright!'
'.......'
'Thought so.'
Tatsumi groaned loudly. This, as he knew it would happen, was leading him nowhere. He couldn't honestly say he thought liking another man was wrong. He was never one to think that when it came to other people. Then why was it wrong for him? Why couldn't he be honest with himself for once? He tried as hard as he could to remember one- just one- woman who'd managed to make him feel like Tsusuki and Watari had made him feel. Nothing. He couldn't even remember when was the last time he'd been attracted to a woman, but he did seem to recall quite a few times when he'd stared at a man a little longer than he should have.
But it didn't fit with the image he had of himself. Not only being...you know, like that...; but also being so repressed it took the bigger part of a century for him to realise.
"Oh god." he whispered.
A hand holding a piece of paper materialized magically in front of him on his desk, making Tatsumi blink a few times.
"Oh, god what?" a voice that seemed to come from over his head stated. Tatsumi followed the arm that seemed to be attached to the intruding hand with his eyes, surprisingly finding a body attached to it, standing in front of him. The body -curiously enough-, had a head, and the eyes in it where looking at him funny.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" he screamed finally, when he realised the curious phenomenon was actually Watari that had gotten into his office without him noticing it.
"Waaaah!!! What?!" Watari backed away a little.
Tatsumi remained in a pose of fear for a few seconds before straightening out on his chair and fixing his glasses in a no-nonsense fashion.
"Watari, I'd appreciate it if you knocked before entering my office from now on." he said, keeping his cool.
The scientist gave him a look he couldn't really understand and then handed him the paper, with his chin lifted slightly upwards and a cold stance.
"You said you needed this." he said flatly. Still, Tatsumi could see a hint of hurt on the blond's entire demeanour.
The shadow master glanced at the piece of paper confusedly before taking it with two fingers.
"I thought I told you this wasn't due 'til Friday. There was no need for you to deliver it now..."
Watari violently snatched the paper away from him.
"Oh, is that so?" he said offended. "I'm sorry, I should have known you wouldn't want to see me before you *had* to. I'll leave now."
The blond man turned around to leave. Every inch of Tatsumi's body urged him to get up and stop him and, since the rational part of his brain seemed to be on vacation somewhere in the Caribbean, Tatsumi did just that.
He jumped form his seat and rushed to catch Watari, tripping with his own feet and finally pushing the poor man hard into the office door. Watari's face was pressed against the glass, emulating a cartoon character; he let out a faint whine and Tatsumi, who'd crashed into him, pulled away, helping Watari keep his balance.
Watari avoided looking at him directly; Tatsumi apologized over and over again, while annoyingly trying to fix Watari's lab coat.
"Gomen nasai! I don't know what happened! I'm never that clumsy,...I..."
"Ok, ok!" Watari slapped his hand away. "Stop with the lab coat! I like the wrinkles!"
"Sumimasen." the shadow master whispered, looking at his feet. "Watari..." he started, but trailed off. How was he supposed to apologize for fleeing after kissing him when he really didn't know why he'd done it? Obviously, that's why his friend was angry at him. Besides, Tatsumi Seiichirou did not apologize, did he? But then again, hadn't he apologized twice in the course of a minute already?
Watari sighed, his expression softening a little. The scientist placed a hand on his arm delicately.
"What? Is there something you wanted to tell me?" he said softly.
Tatsumi gathered all his courage- which was a lot of courage to gather for something so simple- and looked straight into Watari's eyes.
"Watari, I...This morning...you...I mean..." To Tatsumi's surprise, Watari started giggling. "What's so funny?" he asked curiously.
"Do I really have this effect on you? Why, Tatsumi, I'm flattered. First you trip and now you're stammering?"
Tatsumi sighed.
"Look, Watari. I'm just sorry, ok? About this morning, I mean." he rushed. Watari's smile slipped away from his face and his lower lip quivered slightly.
"You are?" big, shimmering hazel eyes stared at him expectant. If Watari so much as tear up once, he'd loose it.
"Yes, I'm sorry. I was stupid and wasn't thinking. I'm confused and..."
"It's ok." Watari said, looking positively pitiful and oh so incredibly cute. "I understand."
Tatsumi watched confusedly as the other man opened the door to leave again. Now, what had gone wrong?
"Wait!" Tatsumi reacted at last, grabbing Watari's arm. "Wait, what's wrong? I thought that was what you wanted me to say!" he cried, frustrated.
"That...*sniff* that you're sorry...*sniff* ..." Tatsumi nodded. "...for kissing me?" Tatsumi kept on nodding until he realised what Watari had said. Then he shook his head no emphatically.
"No, no! You got it wrong! That's not what I'm sorry for!"
Watari smiled wickedly.
"Oh, so you're not sorry for kissing me?" Tatsumi sighed relieved and shook his head no. "So you liked it?" Tatsumi's nod was barely noticeable. "So you don't mind if I kiss you again?" this time Watari's tone was coy and Tatsumi's eyes opened as big as saucers.
His eyebrow begun twitching again as the scientist moved towards him. He unconsciously backed away a step for every step Watari took in his direction. The scientist smile widened when Tatsumi's way was obstructed by the desk. There was no escape now. Resistance was futile!
Tatsumi laughed nervously as Watari slid both arms around his waist and leaned his face just inches away from his.
"Wa...Watari...er...I...I...mphhhhhhh!"
Those soft lips were on his again, but this time Watari made it obvious that he intended to have control of the situation. Tatsumi noted distantly that his brain was shutting down again, but he really didn't care; the stupid thing hadn't been working very well anyway. The shadow master's arms went around Watari's body as soon as he got over his shock, soon finding their way up the mass of hair and holding the back of the scientist head with both hands.
Watari surprised him one more time when he opened his mouth just a tad, so he could trail the shadow master's lips with his tongue in a fashion that was threatening to make him lose his mind. Hungrily, Tatsumi opened his own mouth and violently slid his own tongue into the scientist's. Watari moaned approvingly as their tongues massaged each other heatedly.
They finally pulled out for air; Tatsumi was panting, completely overwhelmed by what had just happened. Watari...not so much. Tatsumi held onto Watari's slim frame as if his life depended on it. The scientist buried his face on the crook of Tatsumi's neck and started trailing kisses upwards, barely pinching the skin with his teeth from time to time.
"Watari that...that was..."
The blond scientist stirred lazily in his embrace, moving from his neck to his earlobe.
"Nice." he purred between kisses.
If Tatsumi didn't stop him now, he wouldn't be responsible for his actions. Seriously, you can't repress any sexual desire for an entire life time and then some more and expect to be in control when a gorgeous, sexy blond begins provoking you like that.
"Watari..." he whispered softly, kissing the top of the other man's head.
"Uhm?"
"Stop that."
Watari pouted but stopped anyway, knowing when he was pushing his luck. He rested his head on Tatsumi's shoulder and stared at the other man, pleased.
"You liked it though." he smiled knowingly.
Tatsumi snorted and pulled Watari to face him. One hand found it's way to the back of the scientist neck and begun caressing it tenderly.
"Will you be patient with me?" he hated how vulnerable he was making himself sound, but he wasn't about to risk Watari getting the wrong idea again. He was confused, yes, but not so much that he didn't know what he didn't want.
Watari smiled and kissed him chastely on the lips.
"Depends." he said wickedly.
"On what?" Tatsumi said with a smile on his lips.
"Will I get to kiss you silly whenever I want to?"
To answer him, Tatsumi leaned over and kissed Watari again. It wasn't a long kiss, just enough to get the point across, and then he hugged the other man tightly.
Watari planned on doing a little more than kissing, but he wasn't about to tell Tatsumi that. He'd learned that the shadow master wasn't very good at controlling himself once they were already at it, and you bet he was going to use that to his advantage.
Watari noticed Tatsumi tensed a little and was about to ask what was wrong when the other man whispered.
"Tsusuki."
'You've got to be kidding me!!' Watari thought, and pulled away as if Tatsumi burned. He was a second away from slapping Tatsumi when he noticed the shadow master's gaze was focused outside his office. He followed his friend's gaze and saw the reason for the change of mood.
From the glass of the door Watari could see Hisoka leading Tsusuki by the hand, who looked pretty worse for wear, and had that awful, vacant look in his eyes. Without thinking about it, Watari rushed outside, followed by Tatsumi.
TBC
No updates 'til Friday. Sound like the title of a song, ne? Anyway, I hope I'm not making you wait too much. Forgive me?
Time for a Konnie-chan contest and poll!! YAY!!
1) Did they make the St. Michael's arch for the anime?
2) Do you like the little attempts of humour that I try to introduce, even though it's angst? Are they even funny? Should I stop altogether? *pouts* I think they're funny.
3) Review and keep me happy! *bounces* Good, good reviewers!
This time I have YNM cookies, do you want? If you don't, they can be traded for cake.
Serenity, I have to give you an extra bag of cookies because if not Tsusuki would cry. Thank you for feeding him, but you have to share with Hisoka and Hijiri! They're so skinny!
Aikawa, I hope the A/N upstairs explained a little about what you mention. I hope you didn't hate the story because of what happened with Tsusuki and Muraki *cries* Anyway, you get a bag of Tsusuki cookies with that creamy filling that is so tasty.
Miyahara Yuuki, Hisoka cookies for you. They're not as sweet, but still they're nice. I'd give you Watari cookies, but I wouldn't recommend eating them until you get them tested for any possible side effects.
More Tsusuki cookies for Miko. You can all guess what the turn is. In fact, I'd like to hear what you think it is, just for the fun of it.
*pokes her head timidly from under the table* last waltz, please put the gun down! I update fast! *cries* Here! Have your Tsusuki plushie for being your first review and your Tsusuki cookies!!, But plz don't shoot me! Waaaaaah!
Kyraille Fade!!!!!! I missed you! I thought you thought the story sucked or something! Heh heh, Welcome back!! Here you have Tsusuki cookies and your piece of lemon pie that I saved for you from the party last chappy. Tsusuki ate the rest, sorry...T-T
And Tifa, or Hiruiseki, I'm not sure -...You also get an inu Tsusuki plushie for reviewing for the first time. And of course the cookies.
Thank you all so much!! 40 reviews is like WOW!! @-@ (I don't mind if I get a lot more though, nehehe.)
Ja ne!