Note: Sorry for delays. You can never trust me. ^^;; Also, most of the names in here are read last name first. I thought it would be weird for only Tsuzuki and Kurosaki to be the only last-name-first people. ^^;
"Heeeelloooooo??" A blonde head popped into what seems to be an empty hallway. Opening the door wider and cautiously, Watari tiptoed out of his messy office and down the hall to a room with the door ajar. It was the blessed break room. The confectionary boxes and coffee pots were filled for the recess in ten minutes. He stood at the entrance and walked further down. The next few doors and bing! He was Tatsumi-san's office. No, he wasn't going to stop and place the beloved cake in the break room! It could easily fall into the hands of another, the innocent test subj- I mean co-workers. It was hidden in his pocket (in a small Tupperware).
"Okay, 003-chan," he breathed as he tiptoed away. "Stand, er, fly your post!" The owl hooted happily (and quietly) as it flew around silently, an outlook for anyone that might ruin Operation Sweet Cake.
He's dead, but I know he needs some form of nourishment for the day!! Watari thought as he pulled out a bottle. "This should do the trick!" he muttered excitedly, as he poured the shiny doorknob with this gooey translucent liquid. Watari could only hope that his latest creation, the "Stop Sauce," would not let the door open. Being more cautious, he decided to plaster it around the doorframe. As he reached up to cover the top, a couple of drops spotted his nose.
"Blech! Oh my--!!" the scientist quickly covered his mouth to cease any more sounds. But gosh, it does really smell horrible! Capping the bottle, Watari quickly used his sleeve to cover his mouth and nostrils. I must get this off……can't breathe….smelly…
RIIIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!!!
Oh crap.
It was the recess bell. Workers filed out and the poor suffocating blonde smiled around and tried to appear invisible. He just needed to go to the bathroom or his office at least….but he was stuck hiding behind the corner dying from the awful smell on his nose. Watari wouldn't dare touch it; he might end up with a hand on his nose for all eternally!!
Click click.
What was that?
Click click CLICK.
Ah yes….that's the doorknob. His honey eyes trailed down to see the knob twitching furiously. The blonde shinigami held his breath, crossing his fingers and toes. The knob ceased the attempts and stilled. Watari let out his breath and placed his hand on his pounding heart. Good, he thought, Tatsumi-san probably went back to work. Now, I'll just wait and—"EEEE!!"
A hand came down on his shoulder and the scientist yelped. He glanced at the hand from the corner of his eye and knew it wasn't the boss's because it was wrinkly and such. Okay, it isn't the count since it was not wearing gloves. Oh my gods, please not Tatsumi-san, please not Tatsumi-san, please…
"Watari-san," said a smooth voice only known as Tatsumi-san's.
Shit, the blonde thought. Shit, shit, shit, shit! I forgot about his whole transporting self skill thingy. Stupid, stupid, stupid, I'm so stupid!! "Y-yes, T-tatsumi-san?" his voice quavered as he spoke. He dared not turn around and look in the blue eyes of death. The smaller shinigami took a deep breath but almost died from the rancid stink on his pert nose. Oh my gods…
"Why is my door stuck to the frame? Furthermore, why are you lurking around when everybody is at the break room? What are you plotting now?" Tatsumi can sure kill you with questions and that you-better-answer-or-my-shadows-will-kick-our-butt-to-hell look. The suited man tightened his grip on the scared scientist's shoulder.
"Ehhhh…..you see," Watari mumbled while nervously tapping his fingers together and trying to find a better way to breathe. "I heard some weird noise inside your office so I went to go look and decided to bring you this cake I picked from the break room so I can--!!!! Nyaah?!?!" After whipping the boxed slice out and turning around to show to the secretary at least some evidence in this theory, Watari found himself in a close encounter. Very close. Nose touching close. Smelling pleasant Tatsumi's breath close. Hmm, maybe two inches away from those nice, nice lips.
If his visions serve him correctly, he can see a slight tinge of pink crawl over his friend's face. But that was a breath second as Tatsumi then pulled away. Pulling Watari with him.
"Ow!! My nose!!!" yelped the scientist. The secretary was still in his face, close as ever.
"Watari-san! Why is MY nose attached to YOUR nose?!?!" The blue-eyed shinigami glared furiously and tried to tug away, but Watari would be pulled forward as well. "Is this some kind of joke?! I'm not finding it funny, Watari-san!"
Hoot hoot ho-HOOT?!?! 003-chan unexpectedly flew by to tell her master that people were arriving. She nearly fell down when she saw this. HOOT?!?!
"ACK!!! Gotta….go!! People are coming!" The blonde shinigami tried to run away, but was pulled back by the nose. His legs functioned to run, but his face wouldn't move away.
"How dense can you-nevermind!" Tatsumi half scolded but heard people coming.
"Gah!! What are we gonna-"
"Shut up!" He was more worried than the other. Tatsumi, the cold penny-pinching stoic workaholic shinigami caught in this absurd position? He would rather die again then let the entire Meifu rumor about it. The foolish scientist was waving his arms wildly and trying to pull away, but ceased when an arm wrapped around his waist close to the secretary's body and fell into darkness.
A room came into vision, and the blonde immediately recognized as Tatsumi's office as he glanced sideways. Tatsumi was still close as ever, but with an arm around him this time. Watari felt like he was going to melt. He knew he was blushing madly. Alone with Tatsumi, arm around me, noses touching, is this heaven? he asked himself while going of into la-la land.
"Don't get stupid ideas."
Hmm, definitely not heaven.
"Watari-san, what the hell is this?" The secretary tried to fold his arms but couldn't do it properly since they were smashed together. "Well?"
"Ano…," Watari began, adverting his eyes to the lovely cabinet on the wall. "I was, ah, fixing your door!" Phew, good thinking!
"No, I meant what the hell is keeping us…attached like this? And what were you doing to my door?"
"I just…ah…you see the, er…Tatsumi-san, I have to confess something!"
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Back to the love boat….;)
"Hello? Can you all hear me?" Jay's voice crackled through the stereos and there was a feedback. "Ahem, good. May I have your attention please?" The crowd's murmuring stopped and laid their full attention on him. Tsuzuki was among the people carrying his and his partner's coat. The shinigami should make himself less visible to the host. He sat down at a nearby table.
"Sorry we have kept you waiting, the flower girl lost her basket." The audience laughed as the announcer smiled jokingly. "Anyways, I am proud to announce as owner of this fine wedding ship, that we will have our first wedding to Ms. Tokiko Aya and Mr. Suzu Calvin! Will everybody please take a seat?"
Shuffles of body moving and chair scraping ended after a few minutes and pretty soon, everybody can see the pre-laid red roll of carpet that led to the dais, which was decorated with flowers, wreaths, and other appropriate items. At the foot of the stairs stood a stout groom and his nervous best man. A grand white piano was set off next to the podium and a young man and an older woman in formal attire stepped out from a side door. They were recognized as musicians when the man picked up a violin from the top of the piano.
The musicians started up "Canon in D", violinist playing the sweet melody of course, and the front doors opened. Enter the bridesmaid dressed in identical lavender gowns. Each were escorted by groomsmen. Next, the maid of honour came with a lavender gown not identical to the others. Finally a small girl in a white lofty (and frilly) dress entered. In her gloved hand was a basket filled with many rose petals. She sprinkled them on the red carpet as she walked slowly to the opposite side of the room. The audience awed at her cuteness.
"She's so cute!"
"Just like a doll!"
Doll. The moment Tsuzuki heard that word, shivers went up his spine. Then the music changed into the wedding march. The bride and her father came down the aisle. The audience gave a short little gasp and silently whispered to each other. The bride had bright neon green hair fixed into four large spikes on her head. Facial piercings could be seen with the twinkle of pearls. She wore a lot of eyeliner and dark red lipstick. It matched the bouquet she carried. The veil swaggered on her spikes and covered half of her face. But the most surprising oddity was her wedding gown. It was the traditional white with a twisted design. It had a bodice that flaunted her chest, which had a tattoo of the letter B inscribed in a circle. In place of the flowing lower part, there was a white mini-skirt with folds of fabric on the sides and going down to make a train. The bride towered over her father in her high heeled boots that went up to her knees. She was probably taller than her father and groom without them too.
When she finally reached her groom, he looked up at her and smiled. He was definitely a few heads shorter.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are here today…"
Tsuzuki drummed his fingers on the table surface as Jay Zazuri preached on and on. How long is this going to take?
Finally after saying their "I do's" the eccentric bride bent down to kiss her now husband. Everybody stood up and cheered and went to congratulate them, or the groom rather. The bride had disappeared somewhere.
"Oh good. I didn't really want to go and catch an ugly bouquet of roses," said one woman. She and her friends laughed and continued in their gossip. Tsuzuki thought that he should probably go searching for the bride, since he can't find that Jay idiot either. He quietly slipped out the door and into a hallway. It was dim and dark at the end of the corridor. He progressed down the hall, and heard muffled sounds as he grew nearer to the end. Finally at a door labeled "Bride's Dressing Room," the shinigami was definitely sure that all that disturbing sounds were coming from inside. Was something wrong with the bride? His hands reached up to the knob, but a hand suddenly covered his mouth and pulled him away. The struggle was short and so was the captor.
"Ow…"
Tsuzuki's eyes widen. "What?! What are you doing here?!
TBC
Gpilot04: you probably know who it is already. . I hope to write the next chapter soon before school starts, but don't count on it [major sweatdrop]. ^_^ Thanks for reading and reviewing!
Mysterious Person: Ow….you didn't have to hit me so hard .
Tsuzuki: Gomen ne!! [wags tail]
Gpilot04: -_- Er…..I hope you liked the Watari and Tatsumi part. That took forever!! _
Ps- sorry for any grammar/spelling errors or confusion. I was editing it so sometimes things don't make sense. ^^;;;;;;