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.

Special thanks to Kara Angitia who is currently helping Draco speak more British style English.

Enter the Reaper.
Chapter four.

At Draco's apartment, the teen stared in amazement when Watari flipped a switch and the room was completely illuminated. "How did you do that?"

The Japanese pointed at the switch, "Long explanation short, to turn on the light, flip the switch up... to turn it off, flip it down." The boy started to reach for the switch, and then stopped. He looked at Watari uncertainly. "Go ahead, worse that can happen is that the light will break, and we'll have to replace the bulb... then it will be as good as new." Watari thought for a few seconds, and then pointed up at the lit light bulb, "that thing twists out so that it can easily be replaced when it doesn't work anymore."

"Oh." Draco got a look of concentration, and flipped the switch. The light went out. He flipped it up again. The light turned on. "Amazing..."

"When my lab is back in working order again, I'll show you more in detail how and why that works... also, in all the rooms, there should be a switch like that, they all do essentially the same thing." Crouching over by a lamp sitting on an end table that looks like it's nearing its own end, the blonde called Draco over, "There's a different kind of switch on this... except that you don't flip it, you push it."

The boy walked over. "Push it?"

Watari nodded, "Hei, right here... "The shinigami clicked the light on and off a couple of times. "Why am I pointing this out? Because I want to show you that there is more than one kind of switch." Quickly he grabbed the British teen's hand and put it on the bulb, "Also needed to show you that the light will heat up... right now it's warm, but leave it on, and it will get too hot to touch. Next thing is the cord that plugs into the wall..."

"Plug?" Draco looked over everything curiously.

Following the cord, Watari uncovered the electrical outlet in the wall and pulled the light's plug out and held it up for the teen to see. "If this isn't plugged in, then that light won't turn on."

"Oh. But what about the ones in the ceiling?"

"They have something similar to this that is out of sight." Watari handed the plug over to the blonde. "Now push this back into those little holes, but make sure that you don't touch the metal as you do so."

"Okay..." He carefully replaced the plug.

"Only put things that have metal prongs similar to those into that kind of holes. Never touch the metal as you do so, because it will hurt you."

"Okay."

Nodding, the shinigami started looking through the house, every so often he would stop and explain how something would work... he even showed Draco the switch for the flash heater and let him know that he had to have the water running when he ran the garbage disposal... as well as that he should never stick his hand in there when that thing was running.

The teen was attentive and seemingly amazed by the simplest of things.

"Last night I almost killed myself all over again while tripping on a pot... would you please gather the dirty dishes and other cooking utensils and put them in the sink?" Watari requested as he was looking in a closet.

"Very well. But they don't look usable."

"That's why they are going into the sink." the blond winked at the confused teen.

Draco didn't understand, but he collected the scorched and dirty vessels. He stood near the sink, and frowned. "I can't cook."

"You can't cook, yet." The shinigami gently corrected. "And there are no cleaning supplies here... not to mention anything that could be considered to be food."

"Cleaning supplies?"

"Yes, things used to clean." Watari said as he sat at the table, pulled out a pencil and paper and started jotting down notes.

"Oh." He sat as well. "What are you doing?"

"Making a list of the things I believe that we will need to get when we go out shopping..."

"Shopping?" Draco's face lit up. "There are places to go shopping?"

"We may be dead, but we aren't dead."

"I haven't been shopping since my mother took me before the school year started."

"Ah, I'm sure that she was a lovely woman."

Draco looked away. "Yes... she is very lovely."

"And when one can get past your attitude, you are also not so bad," Watari got up and poked the teen in the side with a chuckle. "Come on... let's go, and before you even ask, yes, we are walking."

The blond sighed. "It would be so much easier if we could just take my broom."

"Broom?"

"Yes, broom. That you ride on."

Pocketing the list, Watari looked a little skeptical, "Very well..."

"You mean we can take my broom?"

"Hei," though the blonde still looked a little apprehensive about the concept of riding on a broom.

The teen grinned and dashed to the closet. He pulled out a broom as tall as himself, made of some dark wood, polished so it shown. "I'm an excellent flyer, so don't worry."

Watari read a small carving near the top of the handle, "Firebolt?"

"Yes, the best broom out there right now."

"Okay, so let's get on our way?"

Draco smiled. "Okay." Instead of sitting on the broom the way Draco did, Watari sat side-saddle and wrapped his arms around the other teen's waist to make sure that he didn't fall off. The broom lifted smoothly, hovering in the air. "I won't go too high... which direction?"

"Anoo... down three blocks and turn left."

"Alright... holding on?" Without waiting for a reply, Draco took off. Yelping, the shinigami held onto the wizard even tighter. The boy laughed but didn't slow down. They raced, just off the ground, along the street. "Turn coming up..." Pressing himself closer against the laughing teen, Watari braced for the turn. Draco took the corner sharply then drew up short. "Okay... you can open your eyes now... where to?"

The shinigami, still clutching at the wizard, glared at him... "Straight ahead until we reach the building with large letters on it..."

"Okay..." He took off again pulling up right before the building. "Here we go."

Scrambling off the broom, Watari looked relieved to be on firm ground again. "Thank you..."

"You're welcome. Much better than walking."

"Now that might have been enjoyable if you hadn't been attempting to scare me into a second death." Looking up at the building the blonde smiled, "Nafco... this is where we are going to start our shopping..."

"Nafco... I've never heard of them. What lines do they carry?"

"Lines?"

"Clothing lines."

"Nafco doesn't carry clothes."

"No clothes? But you said we were going shopping."

Watari gave Draco a curious look, "Shopping doesn't always imply the purchase of clothing..."

"It doesn't?"

Dragging the teen into the building, the blonde grabbed a basket and handed that over to Draco before taking one himself, "It doesn't. It is the acquisition of new property."

"Where can I put this?" He held his broom with one hand, the basket with the other.

"Normally people don't ride broomsticks around here... I suppose that the cashier could watch it for you?"

Draco thought about it for a moment. "Very well." He handed it to the woman who bowed politely and carefully stashed it behind the counter.

Only after the basket he was carrying got filled, did Watari start to put items into Draco's.

The young blond had a look of interested confusion on his face. A new broom, made of bright plastic is picked up, along with a dustpan.

"This can't be flyable at all..."

"It's not intended for flying." Watari chuckled.

"Then why even have it?"

Putting down the basket he was carrying, the blonde gave a few sweeps with the broom, "To clean with."

"Oh... okay."

Looking down at his watch, the shinigami realizes that it is getting later than he expected. "I think that we have everything that we need from here...:"

"Alright."

Heading to the checkout, the purchase is unloaded and rung up with Watari explaining the process to Draco.

"I... I have no money."

The blonde shinigami pulled out his wallet, "Pay me back later then..." he said with a mild sigh.

The boy's head dropped. "I'm sorry..."

"Show me you are sorry by not flying so fast when I'm on that broom."

"But it's fun... I miss Quidditch."

With the purchase paid for, a set of bags are handed over to Draco. "I'm sure that it's fun... but I'm barely used to the concept of flying on a broom."

"I went slowly... you should see how we play." He retrieved his broom and carried it outside shifting the bags to one hand. "I'll can go really slowly though, since we have to carry stuff back. Don't worry, as a Seeker I am accustomed to flying with one hand."

"Perhaps we don't have to actually hold all the bags ourselves..." Watari remarked while holding up one of his bags and looking through the handle at Draco.

The blond frowned. "I don't understand."

"Hook them onto the broom... "

Draco looked horrified. "T..to.. to the... the... broom! MY broom!"

Watari crossed his arms, "Would you rather carry the bags and have that affect your center of balance?"

"I... I can't treat a broom like that!"