Author: Supreme Overlord Erin-chan
Rating: G. Anything else is in your dirty little minds.
Disclaimer: Matsushita-sensei is too smart to do things like this to her own characters...which means they're not mine. Sigh.
Notes: Ten Red Herrings and over 100 reviews! I am so happy ^T.T^ Thank you everyone for liking these so much, I enjoy writing them! To celebrate, I give you a foursome ^n.n^ it's also kind of easy to guess what's going on, but bear with me, I promise next week will be harder ^n.n^
Pairings: Tatsumi x Tsuzuki x Watari x Hisoka
Warnings for: Red herrings, naughtyness all round.
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"I really hope Kanoe-kacho doesn't walk in right now," Hisoka said from his position between Tsuzuki and Tatsumi. It wasn't a particularly bad position, but it was a little squashy.
"The door is locked," Tatsumi said plainly, "I wasn't going to let anyone walk in on something like this, was I? They'd be scarred for life."
"Or death, as the case may be!" Watari chirped up, squirming around under Tsuzuki. Hisoka decided he did need to breathe after all and tried to crawl on top of Tatsumi, which left Watari plenty of room to pop up between Tsuzuki's legs.
"Fancy meeting you here," Tatsumi noted to the green-eyed boy in his lap. Hisoka blushed and was about to say something when he felt cold steel touch his backside.
"What the hell!?" He yelped, attaching himself to Tatsumi's chest.
"Ooh, Watari, is that that new invention of yours you were telling me about?" Tsuzuki asked. Watari mumbled something.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Tsuzuki blinked. Watari mumbled again.
"Take that out of your mouth and try again," Tatsumi said. Watari did so.
"I said, yes. It's a robotic arm I originally made for surgery, but I figured a few extra accessories wouldn't hurt."
"I don't like it," Hisoka said, then found that he'd somehow managed to get squashed between Watari and Tsuzuki, and Tsuzuki was the one on Tatsumi's lap. Watari shrugged—or he would have, if he hadn't had Hisoka smushed up against him. Then he put the screwdriver back in his mouth and dived back under the mass of bodies.
"I am never helping you test one of you inventions ever again!" Tsuzuki wailed, "something always goes wrong! This time your exercise machine didn't kill us, but it left us in this mess! I can't even tell where I start and Tatsumi begins and Hisoka ends anymore!"
"Yes, hurry up and disassemble the stupid thing," Tatsumi growled, "I have work to be doing. Most of which involves cutting your funding!"
Watari tried not to cry. It wasn't his fault that his exercise machine didn't work exactly the way he planned it. I also wasn't his fault that it had broken down and trapped the four men in some rather awkward positions. And it certainly wasn't his fault that the other shinigami had agreed to help him test it in the first place.
They should have known better than that.
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What were you thinking? Dirty YnM fans! Go out and get some exercise!