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Sol-Sorry for the delay, but no one's reviewing, so what do you expect?
Nemesis-Too true... how depressing. So, yet again, a humble plea for people to throw us a bone here.
Sol-And because I am such a generous person who is willing to overlook our lack of reviews, I am even putting out two chapters, this one and the next one.
Nemesis-You're too kind Sol. I say make them wait.
Sol-No, I'll be generous... this time. Besides, they're really short and don't do much for the overall plot in my opinion, but I'm much to lazy to edit them out and condense them into useful chapters. If somebody would review, I might be more motivated to revise, and not just edit old stuff.
Nemesis-Ah, the ulterior motive is revealed.
Chapter 7: And it Continues...
When they returned to EnmaCho's Shoka Division Tatsumi walked them to the conference room and scolded them for their behavior. "I hope, for your sakes, that today's performance will not repeat its self again. I can't remember anyone being so disrespectful."
"We're sorry Tatsumi-sempai. I may be dead, but I just wasn't prepared for that. Unlike Yumi-san, who loves all that creepy dead stuff, I just...can't..."
"I didn't mean any disrespect. I simply found it all so fascinating. I think I'll go record my findings. May I be excused?"
Tatsumi blocked the door. "Before that, I fully expect a letter of apology to Lord Hakushaku, from both of you. I'll pick them up to be delivered in an hour."
Yumi left and Miyu followed Tatsumi back to the office. There he handed her Hakushaku's card and told her she could e-mail her apology there, with of course a few pictures he may like. Miyu's mood improved greatly at that and she ran to her desk and pulled out a bundle of cloth. She shook it out and it was really 3 different outfits. Miyu laughed happily and skipped out of the room with her camera in hand, calling for Tsuzuki."
Watari looked up as Yumi entered. "Something wrong Yumi-san? You look a bit upset."
"I'd say..." She sighed, "Tatsumi-kun is a bastard." Yumi sat down at her desk and put her chin on her hand.
"What did he do?" Watari asked, raising his eyebrow at the strong description, wondering if he really wanted to know.
"He's making me write a letter of apology to the count just because I tried to conduct a scientific investigation of him and his little servant. I swear that the little guy is the result of a failed mummification, and the count seems to be a classic case of disembodiment, but they won't let me analyze either one further. Is the pursuit of fact too much to ask for?" Yumi again sighed dramatically as she pulled out a large piece of folded paper. "I hate apologizing. I shouldn't have too, I'm always in the right after all."
Watari was taking down notes, and asked, "Making you?"
"Yes! If I don't, he won't give me funding to buy the necessary books for my continued research. It just isn't fair." Yumi pulled out a pen and began writing.
Watari ventured over and glanced over her shoulder. "Need some help? I have a bit of experience with these... you blow up a lab a few hundred times and they get all bent out of shape."
She looked up and laughed a bit. "So, they just have a thing against scientists huh?"
Watari started reading. "Um... what is this?" He asked as she unfolded many sheets. On the paper, he saw a neatly columned chart. At the top were names, Tsuzuki, Hisoka, Watari, Tatsumi, Konoe, and now she was writing in Shaku-sama and Watson.
"Oh, this? These are my observations of everyone. It helps me in my study. I mean, I'm an anthropologist, and therefore extremely interested in people, I mean, I study ancient cultures, and try to make connections with how it led to civilization as it is now. Everyone is here is like a perfect subject, I mean, the people around here are from all different ages of man... it's a dream come true." Yumi commented, writing in some notes under the new entries.
"What an excellent idea!" She looked up at his voice and noticed that he was writing notes down like crazy.
She decided to ask something that had been bothering her. "Hey, I have a question for you. Why are you always taking notes when Miyu or I are around?"
Watari perked up and smiled and launched into a speech. "I want to understand women! I've been trying to create a sex change formula for years, but it hasn't quite worked yet, so with you and Miyu here, I've been writing down observations in pursuit of my goal!"
Yumi stared at the genki shinigami and then said, "That's interesting. Perhaps a rather strange goal, but research is fun no matter what the question. I'm always willing to help with research! The pursuit of knowledge and facts is the key to enjoying life, as far as I'm concerned." She paused, "Well, we are dead, but you know what I mean. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. I'll answer them to the best of my ability." Watari's eyes really lit up at the last part. Watching him, Yumi thought, "Hmm...Maybe I shouldn't have said that quite so quickly."
Watari was just about to start asking questions when there was a knock. "Come in!"
Tatsumi entered the room and when he looked around, he thought, "This place is a complete and total disaster area between Watari's experiments and Yumi's artifacts." He ignored the war zone the best he could, suppressing the urge to shudder violently, and approached Yumi, sidestepping the sarcophagus now laying in the middle of the room much like a coffee table.
"I came to pick up your report on the Makaku incident."
Yumi suppressed the urge to glare at him and turned thoughtful, muttering, "Now what did I file that under? Was it Porre, Makaku, or brains?" She thought a moment longer and then said louder, "Oh yeah! It's under canopic jars!"
Tatsumi, afraid to ask, but much too curious not to, "Yumi-san, why did you file it under canopic jars?"
"Oh, well, during the mummification processes used in the past, all the internal organs, including the brain, were removed before the embalming process. The organs were then put into canopic jars. It makes perfect sense to me." Yumi said nonchalantly as she opened her file cabinet. "Here you go."
"Thank you. I'll be back later for your letter. See you later." Tatsumi said and backed out of the room.
She glared at the retreating form, "Bastard. I still don't think I should have to write a letter of apology." She looked over at Watari, "So, what are your suggestions?" She sweatdropped as she saw him start a new piece of paper.
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Miyu: No fair Yumi! I was hardly in that chapter at all! No one is going to review if I don't make an appearance!
Yumi: Are you implying that I don't have any fans? How dare you! Why would anyone care if a trashy tabloid photographer like yourself makes an appearance? Besides, you're the one who ran off to torture poor Tsuzuki again!
Miyu: Everyone will care if I make an appearance! No one cares about a cadaver loving freak like yourself!
Yumi, shaking with anger, "You'll pay for your implications! Power of the sun. The strongest flame in existence. Listen to me and come forth, power of the sun god..."
Watari grabs her hand before she can finish the spell, while Tatsumi prevents Miyu from reaching her fuda and camera.
Tsuzuki steps forward while Watari and Tatsumi struggle to hold back Miyu and Yumi. "Everyone, please review...it's the only thing that calms them down other than tying them up."