A Kind of Paradise
by Bluestar
Disclaimer: I do not own Yami no Matsuei, nor do I own the characters, much as I would like to. Don't sue, all you'll get is some well-read manga.
The dawn's rays bathed Tsuzuki's face as he lifted his eyes up to the new light. The park bench he and his partner were sitting on seemed to throw off its night-borne chill as the day warmed, the sunshine softening the earth around him. Sweet-scented flowers were starting to unfurl along the side of the path, opening up to greet the new day in their own way. It was the dawn before an assignment – the timeless instant when everything seemed bright and new, and they could forget what being Shinigami meant in the eternal gardens of the Shokan bureau.
Tsuzuki bent down to smell the shy flowers, an unforced smile on his lips. He plucked one and held it up to his partner, who accepted it gravely. Blue eyes met purple, and there was a moment of understanding so perfect that words were never necessary. There were times when they didn't understand each other, times when they would never understand each other. Times when Tsuzuki would fall back into sadness, and Tatsumi would not be able to cope with it. They were too different – too alike.
Their gaze broke as they both turned to watch the sunrise, the red orb seeming to emerge from beyond the end of the world.
And in that moment of perfect understanding, they knew they had found a kind of paradise.