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.

Anything within this style of brackets is -(ENGLISH)-

Now, on with the fic.

Enter the Reaper.
Chapter six.

He woke sick to his stomach, and saw a sea of gold as he opened his eyes. Around his cock, Draco could feel it enveloped by a deliciously tight heat... He snuggled a little closer. "mmm... morning Blaise."

The blonde next to him stiffened at the name, as well as tightened around his member.

Wait a minute... Blaise wasn't blond. This wasn't Hogwarts. That wonderful pressure around his morning erection was pleasant though. What wasn't pleasant was the growing pain behind his eyes and the queasiness of his stomach.

"who is blaise?" A small and fragile sounding voice asked.

"Huh? Blaise is another Slytherin..." The nausea was growing.

The form moved, and stiffened once more when it was apparent that they were still very intimately connected. "i... think that... we're... uhm... still..." Blushing from top to, ahem, bottom, the long haired blonde bowed his head effectively hiding his face with those silken locks.

When the blond moved... it felt like the whole bed moved. And the world started to spin. Draco was going to be sick. He pulled away and tried to scramble from the bed and into the bathroom before he lost it. He wasn't sure how long he spent in there... throwing up until he was left dry heaving and clutching the cool porcelain of the toilet. All he knew was that he wished he could die, again. Unfortunately, he could also finally remember what had happened the night before. Sort of. He remembered the bar, and drinking something that tasted good... maybe a few somethings. Then things got a little, ok a LOT fuzzy.

The fact that he had woken up... INSIDE someone, wasn't helping either. He groaned. Hopefully Watari didn't hate him. He rinsed his mouth... it was tricky, staying on the floor and reaching up to the sink but he managed it. He flushed the toilet and crawled back towards the bedroom.

Watari, surprisingly enough, was still on the bed, except now he was sitting up and had his knees pulled up close. Draco knelt beside the bed, resting his head on the mattress. "i'm sorry..."

"for what?" was the response, the shinigami's voice sounded about as miserable as the silver eyed teen felt.

"everything..." His eyes closed against the slivers of light peeking through the curtain. "for being a brat... and getting drunk..."

"drink water..."

"i'm never drinking again..." He really wanted to lay back down, but climbing back up onto the bed required too much work. "i'm sorry i thought you were blaise..." The blonde just looked away and disappeared without a word. Draco looked at the empty space for a bit. Finally he pulled the closest pillow and the blanket off the bed and curled up on the floor.

---

Sitting high up on a wall, Nanjiro watched the throngs of people flowing out of the airport. Most other telepaths would hate to be this close to this many different minds. As long as there wasn't anyone overly aggressive, the experience wasn't so bad, it was almost like be swept along by the currents at the beach. Besides, with all the Americans walking around here... it is one of the best spots to learn really 'interesting' English that he could use to annoy Dray with.

All in good humor of course.

Picking up snippets of mental processes, he would sometimes give a person a small push in the direction that they needed to go... a dark woman towards the bathroom her daughter needed so badly... a young couple out of the airport and into the taxi that would charge them less... that pickpocket into stealing from a cop...

Mismatched green eyes blinked, 'Wizarding community'? Didn't Dray-chan use the word 'wizard'? Letting long legs swing back and forth, he watched a young lady with bushy hair as she walked around rather aimlessly. Shoot, maybe sending her to a salon would be a good idea... Smirking, the teen grabbed enough English from the tourists around 'little miss bushy'... /-(Sorry baby, no wizard here...)-/

The girl stopped dead in her tracks, the people around her forced to either stop or sidestep to avoid her. "-(What?)-"

He knew that he sounded far from a native speaker, but he didn't think that his accent was that strong. /-(Bushy-hair girl... go home, what you look is not here.)-/ Nanjiro was really starting to like the idea of a salon more and more...

"-(Well, really!)-" She started to stomp off towards the waiting rows of taxis.

Looks like this would be his entertainment... not that watching Watari and Draco avoid each other wasn't entertaining, especially when he knew for a fact that Dray-chan barely had a clue how to even turn on his rice-cooker.

There was an attraction between those two... too bad that it was acted on when they were both drunk off their rockers.

/-(not that car... take next one... man with crooked hat better for visiter.)-/

Of course the girl got into the first car. She gave the man the name of one of the mid-priced hotels in Tokyo.

/-(company owned taxi is higher price than private... man with crooked hat private taxi.)-/

She was doing her best to ignore him, looking around at her first sight of Tokyo.

There was a slight thump on the roof of the taxi when it came to the first red light. /-(There is good hair place in stores to left...)- my lover, -(say is best in area...)-/ the voice chimed in after she thought she had thankfully lost it.

Hmmp... her hair was fine. She had work to do, this wasn't really a vacation.

/-(Hair not fine. is big and bushy... even taxi driver think so.)-/

She didn't care about her hair. If she wanted to, she could magic it smooth. She had too much to do to worry about silly things like that.

/-(magic?)-/

Well... she WAS a witch.

/-(why is bushy hair witch in Japan?)-/ Even she could hear the curiosity in that mental voice.

Research... she thought about the paper she was working on, comparing styles of magic around the world.

/-(your name?)-/

Hermione. She thought without considering that maybe she shouldn't be giving this information to someone she couldn't even see.

/-(Hermione-chan... you look magic, not wizard.)-/ The voice said as the taxi started to slow down no where near a hotel.

She didn't understand what that disembodied voice meant. But she knew this wasn't her hotel. "-(Where are we?)-"

Steps framed with majestically looking Torii lead the way up the steep incline that the vehicle stopped at. /-(better place for Hermione-chan,)-/ The voice sounded slightly winded, as though its owner was exerting him/herself.

"-(Better place? What about my hotel?)-"

A blue haired teen came dashing down the stairs. With a smile he trotted over to the taxi and started talking to the taxi driver. The driver opened her door then went to the back and pulled out her bag setting it on the curb. Hermione climbed out, not sure what was going on. Her Japanese wasn't good enough to keep up with their conversation. "-(What's going on?)-"

Mismatched green eyes twinkled as the teen picked up her bag, "-(I say you is my friend... also convince driver already paid.)-"

"-(Why? Who are you?)-"

"-(Person who bother from Narita.)-" He pointed up at his face and smiled brightly. "-(Magic girl need use charm... engrish is very bad.)-"

"-(Charm? Oh... the translation charm...)-" She dug into the bag she was carrying and pulled out a book. She looked around them to see if anyone was watching, then pulled out a wand as well. A few swishes and muttered words in latin... "Can you understand me now?"

The teen gave her a blank look for a moment, before snickering... "Yes. That was almost like hearing that silly tv commercial... 'can you hear me now...'"

"I have no idea what you are talking about."

Still laughing, the teen bowed to her, "I am Ishida Nanjiro."

"Hermione Granger."

"The information you are looking for... you won't find it by staying at the hotel." Moving towards the stairs, Nanjiro looked back at her to see if she was going to follow or not.

---

He'd been attempting to hide out in the library, while he might not be able to read the books, he could still very well look at the pictures in their so-called 'mangas'. Draco had thought that he was doing a good job of staying as far away from his partner as possible... Britain didn't want him, and at least Watari hadn't had him sent away for what he did to him.

The teen was trying to figure out how to make the pictures move in the page when a girl with mismatched amber and hazel eyes came over and grabbed him by the cuff of his sleeve. Walking off, cuff firmly still in her grip, she dragged him along with her in the direction of Watari's lab.

"Hey? What's going on?"

Turning around in a flurry of curls and ribbon, the girl faced him, "You and Watari-san are going to stop this silly game you two are playing... it's giving everyone a headache."

He tried to jerk the sleeve of his robe out of her grip. "I'm respecting his wishes. He wants nothing to do with me!"

"Are you really?"

"He hates me... I messed up and he hates me." He shrugged. "nothing new... everyone hates me eventually."

The girl crossed her arms, "you two slept together, and now you say that he hates you... don't be absurd."

Draco snorted. "I screwed up okay... I called him by another person's name. He disappeared. What else am I supposed to think!"

She shook her head, "Watari was also drinking... he disappeared because HE had to go throw up. The reason that he's been avoiding you because he thinks that he might have taken advantage of you in that situation."

"Taken advantage of me! I'm the one who..." His voice trailed off as he looked away, face bright red.

"There's several telepaths around... they've already gotten your point of view, Watari's point of view... and Nanjiro's point of view as he jogged past your apartment that morning." She said in a no-nonsense manner.

"Well EXCUSE me for not being able to read minds." He said in his most sarcastic tone.

He didn't know where she pulled the fan from, but the girl smacked Draco over the head with the folded paper, "we will get everything straightened out between the two of you..."

"Ouch! Why can't you just leave it?" He rubbed his head.

Silently, she dragged the still protesting Draco into the lab...

---

Trudging up what Hermione thought must have been magicked stairs, the two teens finally made it to the top.

"Alright... Welcome to the shrine tended by the Wakaba family." Nanjiro grinned.

"Why are we here?"

"You want to learn about Japanese style magic, right?"

"Of course!"

"Japanese style magic has nothing to do with waving a little stick in the air and saying a silly phrase..."

The girl frowned at him. "The wand is not a 'little stick'. It is a finely made tool, attuned to the user. And those 'silly phrases' are Latin." Laughing, the blue haired teen sauntered over to a table that was filled with small trinkets that Hermione couldn't identify very well. On the right, an elderly woman wearing an odd white top and wide red pants that tied in the front was sweeping the path. Hermione wandered over to the table. "What are these?"

He picked up a small wooden block that resembled a tablet and had a drawing on it, "these are made by either the priestess or her husband the caretaker... you write what you wish for, and then it is tied into a tree for it to work."

She looked skeptical. "Really?"

"Others you take home with you... and there are even some good luck charms to hang on the mobile phone." Laughing, he held up a small charm that had a bell and looked like it might be a fox.

"And you believe these things work?"

He pointed out into the forest where several charms hung from the trees, "I'm not the only one who seems to believe in these."

"I meant 'you' as in culturally."

"Yes, we do..."

"Interesting." One could see her making mental notations.

"You know... because of all I'm doing for you, you need to do something for me," Dropping the charm back in with the rest, Nanjiro crossed his arms behind his head and smirked at the girl.

She took a step back. "I'm NOT that kind of girl!"

He looked almost amused at her statement, "I HAVE a boyfriend already..."

"Oh... sorry..."

"Sheesh, I'm only a pervert under the right circumstances." Laughing, he straightened out and gave a little stretch.

"So... what do you want?"

"Because of an accident I had several years ago, I've become a little sensitive to some particular protective charms that are a pain to put up and take down." Opening the bag a small silver digital camera is pulled out, "I'm not going to even think about asking the Wakaba's to take them down... but if you could just fill up the memory card on this with photos, it would be appreciated." He commented as the camera was handed over to the somewhat confused girl.

"I don't understand what you are talking about..."

Nanjiro sighed, "I have a school project on temples and shrines within the Tokyo area... and I can't really go around and ask the people to take down their charms because I need some photos."

"Oh... okay... Um... I'd be happy to take some pictures... I guess."

Clasping his hands in front of him, Nanjiro bowed deeply but quickly. "Arigatou!"

The girl took the camera and looked it over. "I think I can use this... what do you want pictures of?"

"Shrines, people, anything and everything... that camera has a gig of memory on it..."

"Okay then... I'll be back later."

/I'll be back later too... I already spoke to Wakaba Kikyo so you could stay here rather than at a boring hotel, and she agreed./

"Why? I mean... I'm a total stranger." Turning back to where the blue haired teen was, Hermione can only see a few leaves rustling where he had been standing a few moments before.