Author's notes:

For all intents and purposes, god's of death from Britain are technically called 'Reapers' instead of 'Shinigami' (makes sense, different culture... different language, hence different name).

Disclaimer: Yanagi-sen and I are only borrowing the characters from Yami no Matsuei and Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter books to torment for a while... Don't look for Harry to be appearing at any time in this fanfiction. We claim no ownership over any character that does not belong to us... Itami Korin and Ishida Nanjiro are mine... those I claim and abuse at will.

Enter the Reaper.
Chapter one.

A boy with mismatched green eyes and long blue hair pulled back into a low loose pony tail came trotting up to them. "Hey, that's the new guy. Is Korin still around? I have to kick his ass for a little stunt he pulled last time he was here." A mock high kick was thrown to emphasize the point.

One slender blond eyebrow arched delicately, but the newcomer made no comment. Tatsumi frowned. "No, he has left I believe."

The newcomer gave a playful growl. "Damnit, now I can't get even with him for screwing around in my love-life... I can't believe that he told my lover that he was going to torch his business if he ever came near me again." Turning his attention to the new blond, green eyes brightened and a hand is extended. "I'm Ishida Nanjiro, but everyone calls me Nan."

Silver eyes darted to the hand... then the young man extended his, hesitantly. "Draco Malfoy." When the young wizard took the blue haired boy's hand, he felt something push gently against his mind.

"Wow, nice shields. Psy?"

He dropped Nanjiro's hand. "I do not understand."

Nanjiro laughed, "You know... mentalists. I'm straight telepathy."

The blond frowned slightly. "Like Occlumency?"

Now it was the shinigami's turn to frown, "Occu-what?"

"It does not translate." The blond unnecessarily straightened his long robes.

"Oh well... at least it's good that you have shields, you won't be giving anyone any headaches" Shrugging, the blue haired teen started to jog off, "I'm being called... talk to you later!"

The blond watched him leave, then turned to Tatsumi expectantly. Tatsumi shook his head, "Ishida-san is one of the more colorful individuals employed here," he commented as they continued on their way.

"I see that." The older shinigami led them through another set of hallways and up a flight of stairs. The young Reaper's eyes continued to look all about him. However he didn't ask any questions or make any comments. Finally they stopped at a door. As soon as it was opened, an owl about the size of Weasley's poor excuse of an owl came shooting out slightly ahead of a cloud of smoke.

Draco had stopped dead in his tracks as the Secretary had extended an arm to halt him. He rocked back on his heels when the smoke came pouring out. He coughed lightly, sniffing carefully. If it was a potion gone awry he didn't recognize the smell...

"003? 003? Where are you?" A voice called out from amidst the smoke. The small owl winged back down the hallway. At least it seemed to be more sedate than the Weasel's. Finally a person that Draco initially mistook for a female came out coughing. "Tatsumi?"

"Blowing up the lab again?"

"If you weren't so cheap with my budget then I would be able to get the materials I require and of the quality necessary... Oh never mind."

Hmm... he'd heard Snape make the same complaints about his supplies. Perhaps this... man was a potions master?

Pulling out a handkerchief, the older blonde started to wipe the dark smudges from his face and clean his glasses. "So to what do I owe the visit?"

The man glanced meaningfully at Draco. "Your new partner."

"Wasn't he supposed to arrive on Wednesday?"

"Have you looked at a calendar?"

The long haired blonde crossed his arms and gave an indignant huff, "When I finished with my cases this morning."

The man adjusted his glasses. "Indeed... well in any case, here he is. I expect you will help him get settled in and acclimated. The British Office worked some kind of translation spell so your limited English won't be strained."

"Fine..." The older blonde commented, trying not to sound too irritated over having lost a complete day somewhere between his caseload and experiments.

The man bowed slightly to Draco then left him standing there looking at the long-haired blond who didn't seem happy to meet him. No one seemed to be happy to see him, Japan was proving to be no different from England.

"It's not you, chibi." The blonde sighed. "I just don't like it when I lose track of time like that."

"I see." Snape was like that too, irritable when interrupted.

"I'm Watari Yutaka." He smiled warmly, "and you must be Malfoy-kun?"

"Draco Malfoy." He bowed slightly.

"Come in," Watari welcomed the young blond into the lab, "technically we have desks with everyone else, but I like to do all my work in here. Though it's a little cluttered at the moment."

Draco coughed slightly and waved a slender hand in front of his face to disapate the smoke. "Indeed."

One of the windows was opened and the man tugged on a pull string which caused a low whirring noise to start and the smoke dissipated within a few moments. "Sorry about that. If I had realized that it was already Wednesday I would have made sure that the place was at least presentable."

Draco just shrugged. He really didn't know what to say. He looked around the lab, trying not to appear too intrusive.

"We get to take care of the sixth block... which is relatively quiet, so you don't need to worry about anything trying to dismember you just yet." Watari said with a chuckle.

"Dismember... do you mean that in the literal sense?"

"Unfortunately I do. But don't worry; things like that normally don't happen in Kyoto."

"I see. May I ask some questions?"

"Certainly." Nodding, the shinigami motioned the teen towards a stool that he just finished cleaning off.

Draco looked at the stool, an expression is distaste momentarily crossing his face. He sat however and looked around the room again. "Potions is a particular favorite of mine. What do you specialize in?"

Looking a little confused, the older blonde pushed his glasses back in place, "potions?"

"Is the translation spell not working correctly? Potions... combinations of magically potent ingredients to create a compound imbued with a certain power."

"Sorry, nothing magical with what I do. Chemistry, mechanics and programming are some the areas that I deal with."

Draco sniffed dismissively. "Muggle subjects I'm sure. You mentioned the sixth block. I've heard of Kyoto, but what is it that you are supposed to do?"

"Well, basically we look after this area," a map of Japan is pulled down and the shinigami traced around a section on it. "Cases are sent to us on a basis of priority. Anything that comes in from the Department of Light needs to be taken care of immediately, and most anything else is dealt with as it comes in. Mainly what happens is that we get to deal with what the local authorities are not qualified to handle... which for the most part means anything that is supernatural in nature."

"I see..." It was fairly clear from the tone of his voice that he didn't.

"What part did I not explain properly?" Watari asked in a slightly apologetic voice.

"Cases of what? Magical occurrences?"

It looked as though the older blonde was turning over several thoughts in his mind before speaking again. "I do not know what the role you are intended to play within the British system, but here the main duty of a shinigami, a god of death, is to ensure that the souls of the deceased reach their destination."

"Ah... so souls do not come by themselves?"

"Normally, they arrive on their own."

"But not always?"

Watari shook his head, "sometimes there is interference and they cannot arrive."

"And that is where you step in?"

"That is correct." The blonde leaned against the wall next to the map and scratched the top of the owl's head that had returned and perched on his shoulder.

"You have owl post here as well?"

"Iie, we inter office memos, or email, though we also use something similar to Chijou's mail system, but that one isn't as common." Chuckling, the owl was set on a perch as he started to clean up the table and put several beakers where they were supposed to go.

He had no clue what that... email thing was, but didn't figure it would matter much to him. "And where do you live?"

"About thirty to forty minutes walking distance from here... I already checked, the apartment that has been acquired for you is on my way here. So, if you want, I can stop by to make sure that we arrive on time in the mornings." Another set of beakers were picked up, these were filled with brightly colored liquids.

"Thirty minutes of walking? Do you not have a floo system?"

The scientist casually studied the label on a bottle he picked up. "Floo?"

"Yes, magical transportation system using the fireplace..." He looked around the lab. "You don't even have a fireplace?"

Watari put the bottle on a shelf, "This is probably going to come as a shock to you, but magic isn't really used here."

"WHAT!" Reflexively he grabbed his nearly useless wand hidden in an inner pocket of his robes. No magic?

"You kept mentioning things that were magically enabled. I just thought that you would like to know that at least here in Meifu we don't rely on such things." Looking at his watch, the shinigami tsked. "It's almost time for us to leave."

"To leave?" No magic? What kind of barbarians were these people?

"Hai. When was the last time you ate?"

"Breakfast... back in Wizarding London."

"Okay, we can see about getting something to eat at a restaurant that a friend loves to go to."

"Very well." He was hungry. Very hungry actually, it had taken all afternoon to fill out the paperwork, not to mention his hours were totally thrown off given that he was now on the other side of the planet.

Watari changed out of the white coat he was wearing and picked up a rather dull looking dark brown one. "Tsuzuki should be leaving about now as well... we can ask him to join us."

The blond stood, brushing off his robes. "Suzuki?"

"T-suzuki. He's one of the shinigami that looks after block two, and as much as he might deny it, Tsuzuki is one of the strongest individuals here."

"Ah." It was difficult to hear the difference in pronunciation; he would have to pay closer attention.

The spectacled blond led the younger one out of the building. "Tsu is also the second oldest shinigami employed within our department."

"Does he also do that... chemisty?"

Watari chuckled, "no... I'm the only one here that deals with chemistry seriously. Tsuzuki is a summoner, and is quite proficient with fuda magic."

"Ah... a wizard." His voice sounded relieved.

"I don't think I understand the word 'wizard'..."

"Wizard... male user of magic..."

"Oh, so what would the name of a female magic user be?" The shinigami scratched the top of his owl's head.

"She would be a witch of course."

"Of course... and we are here." Stopping in front of one of the buildings, the blonde motioned to a cheerfully lit entrance... looking nothing like any sort of place that Draco had ever set foot in.

"What is this?"

Watari opened the door for the teen. "A restaurant."

"Ah." He stepped inside, glancing around. Draco didn't know how it happened, but it didn't take long to find himself seated at a table with Watari... and a newly introduced Tsuzuki. He listened to the two friends as they talked, trying to puzzle out the menu that had been given to him. Draco discovered that the translation spell had no effect on his inability to read Japanese, only speak it. He sighed softly, reminding himself to act like the pureblood he was. He folded the menu and placed it on the table.

It didn't take long for the two shinigami to offer suggestions on what they thought were good choices from the menu.

"I will go with your recommendation for a meal. The cuisine here is new to me."


The water was lukewarm at best, Draco thought to himself as he tried to bathe the next morning. How did they expect him to maintain himself if he was forced into such an existence? He scowled at his wand. It had been next to useless since his death. He'd heard someone say wands were attuned to the user's lifeforce... once one died they never worked right. He had thought maybe that he might have been able to get a new wand, but no one had suggested it. He bathed quickly and scowled again at his reflection. His hair was fast becoming a disaster without being able to properly wash it.

He dressed in his last set of clean clothes and donned his robes. At least they were holding up well. Where were the damn house elves? He needed his clothes cleaned and meals prepared. A knock at his door drew his attention.

Frowning, he stuck his wand in its pocket and irritably pushed his hair into some semblance of decency. He stalked to the door and opened it. "Yes?"

Watari handed over what looked like a rolled egg omelet, "Morning."

"Morning." He grumbled. "What's this?"

"It's a quick little pick-me-up... you can get some coffee at the office."

"Thank you..." He mumbled. "I guess the house elves aren't present." He pulled the door shut behind him and started to eat the omelet.

"House whats?"

Inconceivable that he doesn't know about house elves... obviously a muggle, there was no other explanation. His opinion of his 'partner' was sinking fast. "Do we really have to walk everyday?"

"It's a short walk... and it's a nice way to get acquainted with the day."

"I suppose." He finished the omelet, deciding that it wasn't too bad.


Over the course of the next couple of days, Draco's opinion of his partner fell even further than before. The man wasn't even a mudblood... but a full muggle. He didn't use a bit of magic at all and seemed obsessed with blowing things up. The man was pathetic and Draco was insulted that he had to deal with a commoner. His mood darkened, not helped by his still lukewarm baths and the fact that not a single house elf was assigned to him. He was getting short tempered and snappy.

The muggle in question broke him from his 'reverie'... "Malfoy-kun, come on, we have a case... some new age occultist is trying to summon something that they shouldn't."

"Dabblers..." Draco snorted. Why did muggles have to meddle in things they didn't understand? And his 'partner' was supposed to know how to deal with this?

"Should be simple to handle... just stay put. You are coming along only to observe."

"I see..." Sure... he would handle it. Stupid muggles.

The older blonde grabbed Draco's shoulder and they apparated to a completely different location. He couldn't understand how this muggle could apparate... must be some power they got as shinigami. Had to compensate for his inability to do anything useful. "Where are we?" He snapped.

"Kyoto..."

"Hm." He looked around. "Where is this... thing we're supposed to take care of?"

"Inside that building." Watari pointed at a rundown looking two story building that was grey from so many years of neglect.

Draco gave the building a look of disgust. "We have to go in there!"

"Yes, we have to go in there... "

"Eeh?" He shook his head.

The shinigami shook his head, "stay out here then... I'll go take care of this."

"No... I'll go in." He lifted his robes, hoping to keep them from getting as dirty.

Watari patted Draco on the head as he passed him, "Please remember to stay out of the way... I don't want anything to happen to you by accident."

The blond irritably checked his hair. Anything to happen to him? Who was the one with magic here? Granted, it wasn't as powerful as before but still! Inside the dilapidated building, Watari stopped to look at some writing on the wall. In the distance they could hear low chanting.

Draco couldn't quite make out the words. He drifted in the direction of the voices, trying to discern what spell they might be casting. The young blonde ignored the shinigami completely when he heard him say softly but sternly that he shouldn't wander off on his own. His father had been practicing dark arts in their home his entire life, he knew what to look for. This untrained muggle wouldn't know a spell if it jumped up and bit him. Which it probably would. He could make out the voice more clearly now... just a little closer. He noticed a strange piece of paper on the wall, with some kind of design on it.

The young wizard never saw what hit him... screaming, he finally passed out from the pain inflicted by his attacker.


A/N:

Anonymous: Sorry... Hisoka isn't making an appearance just yet.

Lolol: Actually, only the prologue had anything to do with England. Everything else takes place in Japan... So, it falls into the Yami no Matsuei listing. I wouldn't dream of replacing Hisoka with Draco, Tsuzuki would murder me.

Kara Angitia: -continues knitting slytherin scarf- hmmm... I guess that we are a couple of Slytherin girls... and thanks, it's always fun to find believable ways to put series together and have others enjoy your insanity in the process.

Rocker-Baby-176: Wow, thanks dearie. Yannie and I always like to know that our work is appreciated.

ThisbeCeyx: Uhm, I think that Tsuzuki would be rather upset if we tried to steal Hisoka away from him and pair him with Draco...

Ola: Where is this going? Oh, probably about wherever Yannie and my imagination drags them... hmm, let's just hope that poor little Dray-chan survives this chapter.