Disclaimer: Yami no Matsuei belongs to Matsushita Youko. I don't own it
and make no claim to.
Thank you very much to the people who have read this story! It gladdens me that at least someone besides me is reading what I wrote. This story is loosely based on the manga and the anime, taking components from both.
So on with the show!
Desires
Interlude Two - Game Master
by Lockeheart
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"What the hell is going on?!" Konoe's voice raged throughout the office, attaining looks from those far on the other side. Tatsumi gave all who dared to look over to the two of them a death glare and proceeded to close the door to Konoe's office. Konoe glared up to Tatsumi from his squeaky office chair, a vein popping out on his forehead in anger. "Who authorized the lock down?"
Tatsumi adjusted his glasses and calmly looked to his chief, who at the moment looked like he had swallowed something foul. Tatsumi lifted up the memo that had filtered it's way into the Shokan division's files. "It was an order from above. You know how high and mighty 'they' get. I bet 'they' were just twitching their fingers in anticipation to do this." Tatsumi crossed his arms and waited for Konoe to read the memo. "Ever since Kyoto 'they' have been harping on our procedures and the budget."
Snatching the paper irritably, Konoe read the message and, although nearly impossible, he got even angrier. "This has to be some kind of sick joke." Konoe's voice was low, and Tatsumi knew that the chief was close to raging. "Please Tatsumi. Please tell me that this is some sort of stupid joke concocted by the staff."
"Unfortunately not." Tatsumi leaned slightly over Konoe's desk, and planted his hands on either side of the chief's nameplate. "Enma Himself issued the command."
Konoe's face was getting redder by the minute, and Tatsumi eyed the his boss with slight apprehension. While he himself was just as angry, Tatsumi understood that someone had to remain calm, and it wasn't going to be Konoe. He was sure that the closed door was doing little to muffle their conversation, but Tatsumi didn't care. Almost all of the people in the Shokan division would probably feel the same as the two of them if they knew what was happening, and Tatsumi had no doubt that rumours would be flying after this conversation.
"How's my division suppose to do it's job if my people can't even get down to ChiJou?" Konoe threw the offending piece of paper onto his desk and slammed his fist into it for good measure. "Why? What is going on that is so damn important that the Shokan division was not notified of such drastic measures?"
"I really don't know." Tatsumi shook his head and straightened up. He paced the small length of Konoe's office distractedly. "You know 'they' don't think highly of us . . . even though it is us who do all the dirty work." Tatsumi shook his head. "Maybe there is some sort of threat to Meifu that we don't know about?"
Tatsumi watched as Konoe glared in anger down to the memo. If the chief could light things on fire with his eyes, the memo would have probably gone up in a puff of smoke. "I don't give a rat's ass what 'they' think of me or my division. The fact of the matter is that 'they' are keeping us in the dark. I don't care about security issues or the like." Konoe shook his head in anger and looked to Tatsumi. "It's my people who are getting screwed by their mismanagement."
Konoe issued a snort of annoyance and slammed his desk once again. "Of all the bull headed things . . . first He assigns a case above my head to two of my people who are NOT ready for it, and now He cuts off our ability to get in touch with them." Konoe slammed his desk once again with his fist. "Damn it! I know He is the Boss, but sometimes . . ."
"Sometimes you just wanna rage at Him." Tatsumi paused in his pacing to look down to Konoe. "You know that we need to do something. We haven't heard from the trio in over day now, they were suppose to check in a while ago." Tatsumi adjusted his necktie and sighed. "I figure Tsuzuki would forget, but Hisoka and GuShoShin are there - they should have checked in. And now with the lock down . . ."
Konoe crumpled the memo and threw it in the trash can. "You say that this came in this morning?" Konoe leapt out of his chair and took up the pacing that Tatsumi had stopped. "I can't believe that 'they' did this . . . Damn it!"
Tatsumi frowned slightly as he watched Konoe pace the length of the room. "What we need to do is talk to the Earl, or perhaps one of the other divisions. They might know what is going on." Tatsumi looked down to the crumpled paper in the garbage can. "I can see what I can find out - "
"Don't bother. You mind the place while I am out." Konoe fumed and reached for his suit jacket. "I am going to get to the bottom of this."
Tatsumi watched as Konoe straightened out his jacket and opened the door. Tatsumi followed him out the door, and stopped midway through the office to watch Konoe storm out of the building. The flurry of activity that erupted in the main office area was a clear indication of people attempting to eavesdrop and still look busy, but failing miserably. Tatsumi raised an eyebrow to any stragglers and cleared his throat lightly. The office staff was quick to get back to work. For this instance, Tatsumi did not disapprove of their actions, but he still had a division to run.
It took little to goad Konoe into action, especially when it concerned the safety of his employees. Tatsumi watched over the employees of the Shokan division with a sharp eye. Konoe would figure out what was going on, from sources that Tatsumi could not call upon. The chief would have learned of the lock down sooner or later, but Tatsumi had made sure to catch Konoe at his weakest. All it had taken was a little suggestion, and Konoe had willingly done what Tatsumi wished him to do, all without Konoe knowing he was being manipulated.
Tatsumi strode through the workspace as if to check on the status of the employees, and was pleased to find all of them working hard. With Konoe on his way, Tatsumi's next target lay in the laboratories. Tatsumi made a beeline for the science department. He hummed a tune quietly under his breath and smiled ever so slightly. Sometimes it was necessary to bend the rules to get the results you wanted.
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003 was hooting up a storm when Tatsumi walked into the lab. He watched curiously as Watari held up a hand to him as if to say halt, but remained completely focussed on the vial of noxious liquid he was carefully mixing with another vile substance. Knowing what he did of the results of Watari's many experiments, Tatsumi maintained his distance, and reached out to cup 003 gently into his raised hands. There was no need for the little bird to be caught in the explosion.
Sure enough, within seconds a loud bang sounded in the room and a haze of smoke seeped from the workstation Watari had stood at. 003 hooted anxiously in concern from her seat in Tatsumi's hands, and Tatsumi himself eyed the billowing cloud with curiosity. Coughing could be heard from within the cloud and a moment later Watari emerged; if just a little crispy.
Smudge marks embellished Watari's clothing and face, and the blonde scientist shook his head ruefully. "And another one bites the dust." He reached over to a clipboard that had escaped the blast and jotted a hasty note. Tatsumi watched Watari's actions with little more than a raised eyebrow. He released 003 who proceeded to fly circles around her singed companion. Watari laughed at her antics and then noticed Tatsumi. "So what brings you to my humble abode? You usually don't do your rounds down here for at least another hour."
Tatsumi walked a little ways into the laboratory to eye the remains of Watari's latest concoction. He fought the urge to make a disgusted face at the smell emanating from the disintegrated beakers; the action a total contradiction from his usual demeanor. "Well . . ." He raised his blue eyes to meet Watari's brown ones. "I was wondering if you knew about the lock down on Meifu?"
He watched as Watari's eyes seemingly darkened, and Tatsumi knew that Watari knew. There was no way the scientist could achieve such a look of contempt without knowing something. "Oh . . . that." Watari rubbed idly at a smudge mark on his hand, and Tatsumi watched the scientist closely. "It's another blunder from those above if you ask me." He walked over to another work station with a sink. "Especially at a time when we need to be able to reach Tsuzuki and Hisoka. It is ludicrous." He turned on the tap and began to wash his marked hands.
Smiling inwardly, Tatsumi kept his elation away from his face, instead adopting a neutral expression. "So I take it that you would agree with the idea that we need to do something to resolve our inability to contact our agents in the field?" Tatsumi asked the question as if on a whim, wanting to know just what Watari thought.
"Well of course." Watari turned around to eye Tatsumi. "God only knows what kind of trouble Tsuzuki and Hisoka have gotten themselves into, and GuShoShin is not the greatest help in saving their hides if the need arises. No offense." Watari took his glasses off his face and proceeded to wipe them with one of the few clean spots on his lab coat. The explosion had done a number on his clothing. "But Enma's command is law, you know that Tatsumi. I mean there are ways around the lock down but -"
"But they are prohibited." Tatsumi finished Watari's words and leaned against one of the counters in the lab. "It really feels like a slap in the face for us, I mean it's really tough to know that your comrades could be in trouble, but there is NOTHING you can do." Tatsumi looked to 003 who landed beside him and hooted softly. "We have so much power, but when we really need to, we cannot reach those who need us most." He reached out to gently pet 003's head.
Silence filled the room, and Tatsumi let his words percolate into Watari's thoughts. He did not look to Watari, instead focussing his attention on the loveable 003 who pressed against his hand in joy. Sunlight spilled through one of the laboratories windows, and Tatsumi could see the smoke escaping out of the open portal. If Watari did not rise to the challenge . . .
"Well there MIGHT be a way to get through . . ." Tatsumi raised his eyes to look at Watari who fidgeted nervously with his lab coat. "I've been working on some designs, a kind of emergency access device for us. I mean, the work of a shinigami can be quite hazardous, and I worked on this gadget with the sole intention of helping out those in the field." Watari walked across the room to a cloth covered object. "It is still in the preliminary stages, and it hasn't been tested - but given some time I might be able to get it up and running."
Tatsumi straightened up and padded closer to Watari and the covered device. "What is it Watari?" He could smell the sweet smell of success but kept his expression carefully neutral. He made sure to look puzzled. In fact Tatsumi had known that Watari was working on this contraption for a while, but hadn't said anything about just how double-edged the device could be. An invention capable of breaking through Meifu's barriers, was both a weapon and a salvation. Tatsumi had in fact been counting on Watari to think of it.
It was best to let Watari believe that he made his own decisions, and was not helped along by Tatsumi. Watari moved in front of the covered object, and winked at Tatsumi. "Well now I can't really say, I mean you are the secretary of EnmaCho and are in a position of authority. What I have here isn't really approved of by the ruling elite." He waggled a finger in front of Tatsumi's nose. "How about we just say that I am working diligently on a way to protect our people, and we can just pretend you didn't try to help me do something totally unsanctioned."
Tatsumi barely covered his surprise. He raised an eyebrow to Watari and played dumb, as if Tatsumi could ever be dumb. "Whatever do you mean Watari?"
Watari grinned and put his glasses back onto his face. "I mean that next time you want me to do something, just plain old ask me, okay? I'm just as worried as you are about Tsuzuki and Hisoka, and I am not about to let some stuffy old timers from higher up stop me from helping them." Watari shook his head in amusement. "I swear Tatsumi, you are getting soft, dealing with the likes of Kacho."
Tatsumi smiled ruefully and crossed his arms. Apparently not all his 'ways' were gullible to his manipulation. "How did you know what I was up to?"
Watari closed the distance between the two of them and looked closely into Tatsumi's eyes. "Even if you don't physically show it. It is in your eyes." He smiled sympathetically. "You're worried for Tsuzuki."
Tatsumi backed a little ways away from Watari and turned around to stare out the window. The implied meaning in his last remark was not lost to Tatsumi. "Perhaps." He looked over his shoulder to Watari. "Knowing that . . . will you still help me?"
"Of course."
Tatsumi turned around to fully face Watari. Watari winked once again at him and shrugged his shoulders. "You should know by now Tatsumi that I am not one for rules and regulations. I'll be careful, but I won't just sit here and abandon my friends." 003 hooted happily and flew around Watari. "But I will need you to run interference. It is probably best that not many people know what I am working on."
Tatsumi nodded in affirmation and shook his head. "You know that this is crazy right Watari?" He dropped his arms to his sides and frowned slightly. "Also we need to get more information about what is really going on, I got Konoe on that."
"You mean you manipulated him."
Tatsumi glared at Watari. "Not really. Just gave him a nudge in the right direction." Why he was getting all defensive in front of the blonde scientist, Tatsumi just did not understand.
"When you want to, you can be very persuasive." Watari continued to smile and Tatsumi looked away. "Just let me do my thing. I'll post you on my progress. You just keep anyone from asking questions."
"Just keep exploding the lab on a regular basis and no one will suspect anything." Tatsumi replied, his demeanor deadpan, despite his sarcasm. When Watari just glared back at him Tatsumi raised his hands in mock defence. "You know I am right."
"Yeah well, you don't have to rub it in."
Tatsumi just raised an eyebrow to Watari and bid farewell to the odd pair. 003 hooted to Watari and Tatsumi could hear Watari talking to the tiny owl as Tatsumi closed the lab door. Tatsumi paused for a moment in the hall and looked out the window to the greenery beyond. Well, he had done what he could for now. The pieces were moved, and now he waited.
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Author's Notes:
Hmmm . . . well this is another peek in on what is going on, on Meifu's side. Have decided to use Tatsumi as my POV for now, but I hope I got some of the other characters in. Did they seem too OOC?
I love all of the characters of Yami no Matsuei, even those not really touched upon. Even though it hasn't been that long, and the lock down has just gone into effect - people are worried for Tsuzuki and Hisoka. Now just think about how much they would be bouncing off the walls if they KNEW what Tsuzuki and Hisoka were experiencing. :)
Oh yeah, a little side note to the 'they' references. Just a thought, there are demons right? So if there are demons, there should be angels . . . right? I interpreted them as the higher ups, those in direct contact with Enma. Whether or not I am right? Well . . . once again writer's prerogative. I DID say this was based LOOSELY on the manga and anime. *winks*
Last but not least. Thank you again for reviewing! It really makes me happy to know people are actually reading my story and have something to say!
Thank you very much to the people who have read this story! It gladdens me that at least someone besides me is reading what I wrote. This story is loosely based on the manga and the anime, taking components from both.
So on with the show!
Desires
Interlude Two - Game Master
by Lockeheart
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"What the hell is going on?!" Konoe's voice raged throughout the office, attaining looks from those far on the other side. Tatsumi gave all who dared to look over to the two of them a death glare and proceeded to close the door to Konoe's office. Konoe glared up to Tatsumi from his squeaky office chair, a vein popping out on his forehead in anger. "Who authorized the lock down?"
Tatsumi adjusted his glasses and calmly looked to his chief, who at the moment looked like he had swallowed something foul. Tatsumi lifted up the memo that had filtered it's way into the Shokan division's files. "It was an order from above. You know how high and mighty 'they' get. I bet 'they' were just twitching their fingers in anticipation to do this." Tatsumi crossed his arms and waited for Konoe to read the memo. "Ever since Kyoto 'they' have been harping on our procedures and the budget."
Snatching the paper irritably, Konoe read the message and, although nearly impossible, he got even angrier. "This has to be some kind of sick joke." Konoe's voice was low, and Tatsumi knew that the chief was close to raging. "Please Tatsumi. Please tell me that this is some sort of stupid joke concocted by the staff."
"Unfortunately not." Tatsumi leaned slightly over Konoe's desk, and planted his hands on either side of the chief's nameplate. "Enma Himself issued the command."
Konoe's face was getting redder by the minute, and Tatsumi eyed the his boss with slight apprehension. While he himself was just as angry, Tatsumi understood that someone had to remain calm, and it wasn't going to be Konoe. He was sure that the closed door was doing little to muffle their conversation, but Tatsumi didn't care. Almost all of the people in the Shokan division would probably feel the same as the two of them if they knew what was happening, and Tatsumi had no doubt that rumours would be flying after this conversation.
"How's my division suppose to do it's job if my people can't even get down to ChiJou?" Konoe threw the offending piece of paper onto his desk and slammed his fist into it for good measure. "Why? What is going on that is so damn important that the Shokan division was not notified of such drastic measures?"
"I really don't know." Tatsumi shook his head and straightened up. He paced the small length of Konoe's office distractedly. "You know 'they' don't think highly of us . . . even though it is us who do all the dirty work." Tatsumi shook his head. "Maybe there is some sort of threat to Meifu that we don't know about?"
Tatsumi watched as Konoe glared in anger down to the memo. If the chief could light things on fire with his eyes, the memo would have probably gone up in a puff of smoke. "I don't give a rat's ass what 'they' think of me or my division. The fact of the matter is that 'they' are keeping us in the dark. I don't care about security issues or the like." Konoe shook his head in anger and looked to Tatsumi. "It's my people who are getting screwed by their mismanagement."
Konoe issued a snort of annoyance and slammed his desk once again. "Of all the bull headed things . . . first He assigns a case above my head to two of my people who are NOT ready for it, and now He cuts off our ability to get in touch with them." Konoe slammed his desk once again with his fist. "Damn it! I know He is the Boss, but sometimes . . ."
"Sometimes you just wanna rage at Him." Tatsumi paused in his pacing to look down to Konoe. "You know that we need to do something. We haven't heard from the trio in over day now, they were suppose to check in a while ago." Tatsumi adjusted his necktie and sighed. "I figure Tsuzuki would forget, but Hisoka and GuShoShin are there - they should have checked in. And now with the lock down . . ."
Konoe crumpled the memo and threw it in the trash can. "You say that this came in this morning?" Konoe leapt out of his chair and took up the pacing that Tatsumi had stopped. "I can't believe that 'they' did this . . . Damn it!"
Tatsumi frowned slightly as he watched Konoe pace the length of the room. "What we need to do is talk to the Earl, or perhaps one of the other divisions. They might know what is going on." Tatsumi looked down to the crumpled paper in the garbage can. "I can see what I can find out - "
"Don't bother. You mind the place while I am out." Konoe fumed and reached for his suit jacket. "I am going to get to the bottom of this."
Tatsumi watched as Konoe straightened out his jacket and opened the door. Tatsumi followed him out the door, and stopped midway through the office to watch Konoe storm out of the building. The flurry of activity that erupted in the main office area was a clear indication of people attempting to eavesdrop and still look busy, but failing miserably. Tatsumi raised an eyebrow to any stragglers and cleared his throat lightly. The office staff was quick to get back to work. For this instance, Tatsumi did not disapprove of their actions, but he still had a division to run.
It took little to goad Konoe into action, especially when it concerned the safety of his employees. Tatsumi watched over the employees of the Shokan division with a sharp eye. Konoe would figure out what was going on, from sources that Tatsumi could not call upon. The chief would have learned of the lock down sooner or later, but Tatsumi had made sure to catch Konoe at his weakest. All it had taken was a little suggestion, and Konoe had willingly done what Tatsumi wished him to do, all without Konoe knowing he was being manipulated.
Tatsumi strode through the workspace as if to check on the status of the employees, and was pleased to find all of them working hard. With Konoe on his way, Tatsumi's next target lay in the laboratories. Tatsumi made a beeline for the science department. He hummed a tune quietly under his breath and smiled ever so slightly. Sometimes it was necessary to bend the rules to get the results you wanted.
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003 was hooting up a storm when Tatsumi walked into the lab. He watched curiously as Watari held up a hand to him as if to say halt, but remained completely focussed on the vial of noxious liquid he was carefully mixing with another vile substance. Knowing what he did of the results of Watari's many experiments, Tatsumi maintained his distance, and reached out to cup 003 gently into his raised hands. There was no need for the little bird to be caught in the explosion.
Sure enough, within seconds a loud bang sounded in the room and a haze of smoke seeped from the workstation Watari had stood at. 003 hooted anxiously in concern from her seat in Tatsumi's hands, and Tatsumi himself eyed the billowing cloud with curiosity. Coughing could be heard from within the cloud and a moment later Watari emerged; if just a little crispy.
Smudge marks embellished Watari's clothing and face, and the blonde scientist shook his head ruefully. "And another one bites the dust." He reached over to a clipboard that had escaped the blast and jotted a hasty note. Tatsumi watched Watari's actions with little more than a raised eyebrow. He released 003 who proceeded to fly circles around her singed companion. Watari laughed at her antics and then noticed Tatsumi. "So what brings you to my humble abode? You usually don't do your rounds down here for at least another hour."
Tatsumi walked a little ways into the laboratory to eye the remains of Watari's latest concoction. He fought the urge to make a disgusted face at the smell emanating from the disintegrated beakers; the action a total contradiction from his usual demeanor. "Well . . ." He raised his blue eyes to meet Watari's brown ones. "I was wondering if you knew about the lock down on Meifu?"
He watched as Watari's eyes seemingly darkened, and Tatsumi knew that Watari knew. There was no way the scientist could achieve such a look of contempt without knowing something. "Oh . . . that." Watari rubbed idly at a smudge mark on his hand, and Tatsumi watched the scientist closely. "It's another blunder from those above if you ask me." He walked over to another work station with a sink. "Especially at a time when we need to be able to reach Tsuzuki and Hisoka. It is ludicrous." He turned on the tap and began to wash his marked hands.
Smiling inwardly, Tatsumi kept his elation away from his face, instead adopting a neutral expression. "So I take it that you would agree with the idea that we need to do something to resolve our inability to contact our agents in the field?" Tatsumi asked the question as if on a whim, wanting to know just what Watari thought.
"Well of course." Watari turned around to eye Tatsumi. "God only knows what kind of trouble Tsuzuki and Hisoka have gotten themselves into, and GuShoShin is not the greatest help in saving their hides if the need arises. No offense." Watari took his glasses off his face and proceeded to wipe them with one of the few clean spots on his lab coat. The explosion had done a number on his clothing. "But Enma's command is law, you know that Tatsumi. I mean there are ways around the lock down but -"
"But they are prohibited." Tatsumi finished Watari's words and leaned against one of the counters in the lab. "It really feels like a slap in the face for us, I mean it's really tough to know that your comrades could be in trouble, but there is NOTHING you can do." Tatsumi looked to 003 who landed beside him and hooted softly. "We have so much power, but when we really need to, we cannot reach those who need us most." He reached out to gently pet 003's head.
Silence filled the room, and Tatsumi let his words percolate into Watari's thoughts. He did not look to Watari, instead focussing his attention on the loveable 003 who pressed against his hand in joy. Sunlight spilled through one of the laboratories windows, and Tatsumi could see the smoke escaping out of the open portal. If Watari did not rise to the challenge . . .
"Well there MIGHT be a way to get through . . ." Tatsumi raised his eyes to look at Watari who fidgeted nervously with his lab coat. "I've been working on some designs, a kind of emergency access device for us. I mean, the work of a shinigami can be quite hazardous, and I worked on this gadget with the sole intention of helping out those in the field." Watari walked across the room to a cloth covered object. "It is still in the preliminary stages, and it hasn't been tested - but given some time I might be able to get it up and running."
Tatsumi straightened up and padded closer to Watari and the covered device. "What is it Watari?" He could smell the sweet smell of success but kept his expression carefully neutral. He made sure to look puzzled. In fact Tatsumi had known that Watari was working on this contraption for a while, but hadn't said anything about just how double-edged the device could be. An invention capable of breaking through Meifu's barriers, was both a weapon and a salvation. Tatsumi had in fact been counting on Watari to think of it.
It was best to let Watari believe that he made his own decisions, and was not helped along by Tatsumi. Watari moved in front of the covered object, and winked at Tatsumi. "Well now I can't really say, I mean you are the secretary of EnmaCho and are in a position of authority. What I have here isn't really approved of by the ruling elite." He waggled a finger in front of Tatsumi's nose. "How about we just say that I am working diligently on a way to protect our people, and we can just pretend you didn't try to help me do something totally unsanctioned."
Tatsumi barely covered his surprise. He raised an eyebrow to Watari and played dumb, as if Tatsumi could ever be dumb. "Whatever do you mean Watari?"
Watari grinned and put his glasses back onto his face. "I mean that next time you want me to do something, just plain old ask me, okay? I'm just as worried as you are about Tsuzuki and Hisoka, and I am not about to let some stuffy old timers from higher up stop me from helping them." Watari shook his head in amusement. "I swear Tatsumi, you are getting soft, dealing with the likes of Kacho."
Tatsumi smiled ruefully and crossed his arms. Apparently not all his 'ways' were gullible to his manipulation. "How did you know what I was up to?"
Watari closed the distance between the two of them and looked closely into Tatsumi's eyes. "Even if you don't physically show it. It is in your eyes." He smiled sympathetically. "You're worried for Tsuzuki."
Tatsumi backed a little ways away from Watari and turned around to stare out the window. The implied meaning in his last remark was not lost to Tatsumi. "Perhaps." He looked over his shoulder to Watari. "Knowing that . . . will you still help me?"
"Of course."
Tatsumi turned around to fully face Watari. Watari winked once again at him and shrugged his shoulders. "You should know by now Tatsumi that I am not one for rules and regulations. I'll be careful, but I won't just sit here and abandon my friends." 003 hooted happily and flew around Watari. "But I will need you to run interference. It is probably best that not many people know what I am working on."
Tatsumi nodded in affirmation and shook his head. "You know that this is crazy right Watari?" He dropped his arms to his sides and frowned slightly. "Also we need to get more information about what is really going on, I got Konoe on that."
"You mean you manipulated him."
Tatsumi glared at Watari. "Not really. Just gave him a nudge in the right direction." Why he was getting all defensive in front of the blonde scientist, Tatsumi just did not understand.
"When you want to, you can be very persuasive." Watari continued to smile and Tatsumi looked away. "Just let me do my thing. I'll post you on my progress. You just keep anyone from asking questions."
"Just keep exploding the lab on a regular basis and no one will suspect anything." Tatsumi replied, his demeanor deadpan, despite his sarcasm. When Watari just glared back at him Tatsumi raised his hands in mock defence. "You know I am right."
"Yeah well, you don't have to rub it in."
Tatsumi just raised an eyebrow to Watari and bid farewell to the odd pair. 003 hooted to Watari and Tatsumi could hear Watari talking to the tiny owl as Tatsumi closed the lab door. Tatsumi paused for a moment in the hall and looked out the window to the greenery beyond. Well, he had done what he could for now. The pieces were moved, and now he waited.
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Author's Notes:
Hmmm . . . well this is another peek in on what is going on, on Meifu's side. Have decided to use Tatsumi as my POV for now, but I hope I got some of the other characters in. Did they seem too OOC?
I love all of the characters of Yami no Matsuei, even those not really touched upon. Even though it hasn't been that long, and the lock down has just gone into effect - people are worried for Tsuzuki and Hisoka. Now just think about how much they would be bouncing off the walls if they KNEW what Tsuzuki and Hisoka were experiencing. :)
Oh yeah, a little side note to the 'they' references. Just a thought, there are demons right? So if there are demons, there should be angels . . . right? I interpreted them as the higher ups, those in direct contact with Enma. Whether or not I am right? Well . . . once again writer's prerogative. I DID say this was based LOOSELY on the manga and anime. *winks*
Last but not least. Thank you again for reviewing! It really makes me happy to know people are actually reading my story and have something to say!