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 any time soon 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 two.

Slowly wretched consciousness came back to Draco. He moaned. Had he been injured playing Quidditch again? He seemed to ache everywhere. He forced his eyes to open, expecting to see the ceiling of the Hogwarts infirmary or worse, Madame Pomfrey herself. Instead he was treated to a rather annoyed looking muggle... Watari.

"What in Enma's name were you thinking back there! Did you want to die... or worse, become possessed by that thing?" The small owl on the man's shoulder nearly fell off as arms were roughly crossed in front of the white coat.

"wha..." He blinked, trying to gather his thoughts. Oh yes... the filthy place and the chanting... he must have triggered something.

"That thing nearly tore your arm off... is that what you were trying to do? Become useless to anyone here?" Watari sighed, "or did you just instantaneously become deaf and not hear me when I specifically told you not to wander?"

He looked down at his arms, trying to figure out which one had gotten injured. "Me, useless!" He snapped. "You're the muggle!"

"I don't know and don't care what a 'muggle' is... but if you had listened to me, then you would not have been unconscious for nearly two days!" The shinigmi came close enough to the bed that he could stare Draco down. "And trust me... If I hadn't been there, you would NOT have ever woken back up."

"What are you talking about? What happened?" He quailed a bit at the expression on the blonde's face. He pulled up some more Malfoy attitude, he wouldn't be spoken to like this.

"Simple, YOU wandered into the circle, past the sealing talisman... breaking the demon's confinement and were attacked by a hungry critter." The blonde glared at the teen. "Was that UNDERSTANDABLE to you? Or do I have to make a diagram for you?"

"Sealing talisman? I didn't see any talismans! There was no circle. You wouldn't even know what a magic circle was!" He threw the sheets and blanket from him scowling at the simple cotton pajamas he was wearing. "Where is my robe!"

"You are NOT in BRITAIN ANYMORE... The circle was laid out by candles, and you walked RIGHT past the talisman!" Hazel eyes came down and looked straight into Draco's. "How long were you even at your post before you were sent here?"

"What do you mean?" He looked around for his wand, starting to get very worried when he didn't see it right away. "How long was I at what post?"

"How long have you been dead?" The older blonde's tone sounded slightly dangerous.

Draco's expression was icy. "Not that it is any of YOUR business but I died two months ago. Where is my wand! And I demand some proper clothing!"

"You meant two years, right?" Watari sounded slightly confused.

"I said two months! Is your hearing as deficient as your magic? I want my robes and wand and I want them NOW!" Anger pushed him to his feet and he ignored the fact that he was a good inch or so shorter than the other blond.

"Because of your lack of maturity, I will overlook your impetuous and childish actions." A bundle was brought out from a large metal cabinet and set down on the nearest bed, "those are your things... I will be in the lab."

Draco glared at the man as he left. How dare him... He irritably pulled the bundle to him. "no... no." He dug through the shredded robe. His wand was intact but the robe... his Slytherin robe... one of the few things he had left to him. It wasn't even fit to be rags. Some fifteen minutes later, time Draco spent trying to figure out what he was supposed to even be doing anymore, someone came into the room while whistling a happy tune. On the bed that the blonde was sitting on, a backpack was dropped next to the wizard.

"The only thing that Watari keeps stocked in here are those damn pajamas... and blankets," a slightly familiar voice said.

Still a little stunned, he didn't snap at the young man the way he might have normally. His fingers still twisted in the rags he looked at the bag numbly. "What is it?"

"Clothes you can borrow," Nanjiro opened the pack, and pulled out a set of jeans and a t-shirt... muggle clothes in Draco's opinion. "These should fit you."

"Muggle clothing..." He muttered. Looking at the shredded robe, he grabbed the still intact patch. Wincing internally, he tore it from the rags, dumping them to the floor. He grabbed the clothes, patch and his wand and looked for a place to change. The blue haired teen pointed over at a door to the side of the room. He mumbled something in thanks and darted across the room. Safely out of sight he finally let down his guard slightly. A Malfoy didn't cry, but he felt like it. His robes were gone...


In the lab, the shinigami started a search for any relevant information on Malfoy Draco. There had to be a reason that the child was sent to them... the boy didn't even seem to have been properly trained by his own department. There was a surprising amount of information for the Malfoy family, very little of it good. Most seemed to pertain to a man named Lucius, judging by the picture, the man had to be Draco's father.

Another hour of searching and a lot of hacking into other department encrypted files revealed just about all of Draco's history... now if only he could read English. He did notice that in nearly every picture, the boy was dressed in that silly black robe. He was apparently fairly attached to the garment. It was a shame the demon had shredded it trying to get to the blonde's flesh, the cloth had probably saved the boy's life. He'd have to see if he could talk Saya and Yuma into trying to salvage it... if not, make a new one for the child. 'Seamster Watari' he was not.

Draco seemed to also have an almost unhealthy attachment to that wand of his. Apparently British magicians relied on those pieces of wood to focus their magical powers.


Mismatched green eyes watched as Draco emerged from the small bathroom. "Want to talk about it?"

"Talk about what?" He picked at the sleeves. He supposed the clothing wasn't... too bad.

"No, the clothing isn't too bad... though the shirt might be a little big on you."

He frowned, putting his wand into one of the back pockets.

"So what happened?" Nanjiro pulled his hair into a low ponytail.

Draco tried to finger comb his hair into place. "That muggle took us into some dump, there was some kind of binding circle with a demon in it."

"You jumped the gun and got attacked?" The teen looked confused for a moment, "didn't Watari warn you? First time I went out to a lesser demon banishing was with Watari... and he told me to stay back and out of trouble."

"I could hear the chanting... I was trying to see if I could understand it."

Nanjiro shook his head, "There's only one person around here that understands demon, and that's because she's been studying it for at least forty years..."

Draco didn't comment, stalking across to the window and staring outside. He was carrying his house patch in his hand, running his fingers over the embroidery.

"Dray... you have to listen to him. When it comes to his block, Watari knows what he's doing." Teleporting across the room, Nanjiro looked out at the sakura as he settled next to the wizard.

"My name is Draco..." His voice sounded tired.


Watari looked up from where he was filling out his forms. It seemed that from the time Draco had woken up from his attack, that the only things to emerge from the boy's mouth were complaints. He had complained about the omelet the entire walk to work, but ate the entire thing. Now he was complaining about the coffee. "This is barely fit for a Hufflepuff. Am I really expected to drink this swill?"

"No one is forcing you to drink it." Another page is started, he had decided that he didn't even want to know what a Hufflepuff was... even if it did sound like an interesting dessert.

The boy made a disgusted sound. "I have to drink SOMETHING after that walk. Ridiculous, having to walk like a common peasant." He was pacing, walking between the windows and one of the lab tables.

"Keep away from the sink... I didn't get to finish cleaning up there before Tatsumi dropped these files on me." The blonde warned without even looking up.

"You don't even have house elves to clean? Savages... how am I supposed to live without house elves?"

"We do not have any of those house elfs that you keep referring to."

"Elves... 'v' sound... and an 'l'... you can't even pronounce it right." He took another sip of the coffee, grimaced and headed for the sink to throw it out.

The older blonde got up from his seat, if he didn't get that sink cleaned out, Draco was going to keep trying to throw his coffee in there... and he already knew that the sugar he saw the boy put in there would react quite badly if combined with the other chemicals still on the ceramic.

The young man was already in the act of pouring his coffee into the sink.

He could only grab the teen away from the sink as the entire thing essentially exploded, throwing the two of them across the room and into the shelves where Watari kept his so-called failed experiments. The blonde could feel glass cutting across his back. Nothing was burning, which was a good sign, and he didn't smell anything too odd, but he did like that nice peppermint scent from the experiment that had switched everyone's bodies... No time for that, there are other more important things to be dealt with, namely Draco. "WHAT DID I TELL YOU!"

The blond was sitting up groggily, holding the back of his head. Suddenly a look of horror crossed his face. "MY WAND! Where is my wand!" He shifted to his hands and knees in the class and broken shelves, trying to dig through the mess.

Watari growled and dragged himself and the boy up out of the mess. "I ASKED YOU A QUESTION."

"What the hell are you talking about! I NEED my wand!" He pushed the older blond away from him. "Get your hands OFF me!"

"And let you stick your hand into a mess of spilled chemicals and broken glass?"

"You don't understand you stupid muggle!" He was so worked up, there were unshed tears in his silver eyes. "I have to have my wand!"

Watari grabbed a nearby broom and started poking through the shattered glass and oozing liquid till the wand was uncovered. Reflexively, Draco started to grab for the wand...

"DO NOT TOUCH IT!"

He jumped back, slipping on some glass and falling. "OUCH!"

A set of tongs were picked up and the blonde causally picked up the wand. "The main components of the compounds that were in the beakers next to the wand, when mixed will cause a nasty chemical burn... and eat through flesh on contact."

Draco scrambles away from the glass and mess, picking up several small cuts in the process. "What about my wand!"

"If the chemicals were going to damage it, then it would have been damaged already," Watari said coldly as he immersed the 'stick' into a tall flask before stepping into the emergency chemical shower.

"It's very delicate... the components are exceedingly rare..." He hovered, showing more emotion over a piece of wood than he had over anything else in the entire time he'd been in Meifu.

"Good for it." Pulling the lever, the blonde turned on the water and let it soak him completely. "You can take your little toy out of the flask now." The boy grabbed for the wand, drying it off on the hem of the shirt he wore. Shivering the blonde stepped out of the shower and stripped the sopping wet lab coat off. "Did you think I was joking when I said not to throw the coffee in the sink?"

"I wasn't really listening..." He muttered.

"You seem to do that a lot with me..."

"Do you think this is easy for me!" Silver eyes flashed angrily.

"Me, me, me... With you, it's always about 'Me'..."

"How DARE you talk to me like that!"

"Very easily."

"I'm not going to stay here and listen to this!" He stomped towards the door.

"Do everyone here a favor and do not come back until you have stopped complaining about everything."

"FINE!" He slammed the door behind him.

For the first time in days... it was actually quiet in Watari's lab.


Pushing his sleeves up, Watari stormed into Tatsumi's office. The explosion from his lab was large enough that the secretary must have felt it. "Before you even start lecturing me on blowing up my lab again, you should consider hanging those pompous asses from the British department by their misbegotten and arrogant toes," the blonde growled.

"What are you talking about?" The secretary scowled.

"Malfoy... has only been deceased for two months."

The man looked at him in disbelief. "You're kidding me?"

On Watari's shoulder 003 started to preen. "On matters like this, I do not joke. The child is untrained and for the moment completely unmanageable. He doesn't listen to others, and is a danger to himself and those around him while on a case because he chooses to follow whatever notion is stuck in his foolhardy head."

Tatsumi started to dig through the papers on his desk. "I don't remember them saying anything like that in his file... come to think of it, they said very little."

"They probably said less than you bother to ever disclose on Itami-san..." The scientist sniffed.

"Do you feel he is a danger to Meifu?"

"If I felt that he were a danger to Meifu, then we would be able to send the spoiled brat back to England in a very small box."

"Let me rephrase then... shall we ship him back to the British Office anyway?"

"Only if he blows up my lab again." The scientist didn't look all that happy at the concept of someone other than himself causing such damage to his workspace.

Tatsumi sighed. "Where is he?"

"I told him to go away until he can stop complaining about everything."

"He was uninjured? And you?"

Watari crossed his arms, "Both of us are fine, I kept him from taking the main impact of the explosion..."

"Good. I'm sorry you've been stuck with this. Do you want me to find someone else to partner him?"

Sighing, he shook his head, "the only other person available to partner him with is Sei-chan, and she would have murdered him by this point. Worse comes to worse I'll keep him in line with pure threats until he can behave."

"Alright. Take the rest of the afternoon and get the lab cleaned up. We can bill the British Office if need be."

"There is need. I can already tell you that the sink is gone as well as a good section of the counter top and one of the stools."

"Add it up... they are lucky they didn't lose a Reaper. I'll make a note for Malfoy's file."

"Hai." With a nod the blonde left.


It had irked Watari to no end whatsoever when he realized that because of one of the experiments which had fallen on him, he was now a teenager. A fact that had greatly amused several of his co-workers. Since the lab still wasn't back in order, he couldn't even try to mix up an antidote for his condition. At least he hadn't had to go shopping for new clothes... Wakaba, Saya and Yuma all acquired clothing for him. He had a sneaking suspicion that the leather pants were more of a joke than anything else, but he wasn't going to complain, he'd been saved a trip to the mall and all he's had to do in return was promise a few scarves, hats and blankets.

Looking up at the calendar, the now teenage scientist realized that he hadn't heard a peep from his missing partner since he sent him away on Monday... and now it was Thursday? Time definitely flew past. There was a sharp knock on the door.

The blonde put down the case he was working on and looked up. "Hai?"

The door opened, Tatsumi looked in. "Is he back yet?"

003 flew over and landed on the secretary's shoulder. "I haven't heard nor seen anything of Malfoy since Monday morning... I'm hoping that this peace holds out for at least another week." The blonde joked.

The secretary glared. "Four days... this is intolerable. I want you to go get him."

Hazel eyes looked up at Tatsumi, mentally Watari cursed that he was now several inches shorter than the shadow-master, "There are only a couple more hours for today... I'll check on him on my way home tonight."

"Now, this is unreasonable. If he won't come back then we will have to take steps."

Watari nodded... he wasn't about to lose a partner like this. He always lost his partners because they requested a transfer, not the other way around, and there was no way that he would allow this to happen.

"If you have trouble, let me know."


All the food that had been in this cold apartment had been burnt to a crisp and refused to come out of the pot. Sitting on the floor, wand clutched to his chest, Draco pulled the blanket tighter around himself. His precious Slytherin patch was clutched in his left hand as his right moved the wand in the proper motions. He was practicing charms, for lack of anything better. But even first year charms were difficult now. Why did this place have to be so cold? He was so hungry... He barely heard the knock at the door.
AN:

Yaoi-Hunter: hope that this chapter was all that you were expecting. No tsusuki/hisoka yet... and Draco, well... he's kind of having a few problems right now.

Jiko Hitasura: information on Draco's death has yet to be released... as for why he's here, well, that was part of an employee exchange program to promote awareness between different countries and the policies about how death is dealt with. (sadly, as in Draco's case, it's just a way that the departments can saddle other places with unwanted employees...)

Anonymous: Sorry, no plans to follow that sort of action. Tsuzuki and Hisoka have gone through enough problems to reach where their relationship is now... and Yanagi-sen and I feel that it would be improper to bother the poor dears.

Kara Angitia: After finishing up with the editing on this chapter, I read your review and nearly died laughing. I would say that the 'good behavior' kind of flew out the proverbial window. Oh, and... I am pleased to find another good Slytherin, since Slytherin is the ONLY house that matters. Just because a few bad wizards came from there, doesn't mean the entire house is bad. –pats slytherin book bag-

Rocker-Baby176: Oooh, who did you think the attacker was going to be? Luscious Lucius? Malevolent Muraki? Kooky Kyoko? Now you have ME curious.

Shadow Oni Shinobi: Okay, more has been written.