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). This fic is a continuation of 'Enter the Reaper'.

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.

The Reaper's journey.
Chapter five.

Erika glared at the parchment in her hands. Of course one of those damn pure blooded wizards had shown interest in those creatures she and her brother had seen the other day. While she liked the price on their heads, she did not really want to have anything to do with a Malfoy... especially one who was a known follower of he-who-must-not-be-named.

"Problem?" Kenneth walked into the room, having prepared another of their poached creatures for transport.

"Depends on your definition of 'problem', little brother..."

"You have your 'disagreeable' face on. So either there is a problem or you're having female issues."

"Those two blondes we saw last night..." she held up the paper that had arrived by owl post, "someone wants them."

"Well... that's convenient. So what's the problem? You said we could handle them."

"It's a Malfoy that wants them."

"Malfoy! Oh shit... no." Kenneth spit in disgust. "Not those bastards... they'd just as soon slit your throat as pay you."

"You think I am not aware of that?" Throwing the order onto the sofa, Erika sighed. The bastard was offering too much for them to just tell him to go screw himself.

"We can't just turn it down? I mean... it IS Malfoy..."

"I don't think that the bastard is going to give us much of an option in this..."

"Oh fuck..."

That prompted the dark haired squib to reach over and smack her younger twin. "Language!"

"Ow! That hurt..." He scowled at her.

"Watch that language... you want to be confused with a muggle?"

"Sorry..." He sulked petulantly. In the cage on the other side of the room, 003 quietly gnawed on the metal bars.

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Silver eyes flickered and opened. Draco had become accustomed to waking up with Watari... but waking naked was a new thing. Immediately he sat up, all vestiges of sleep falling away instantly. What did he do? Oh no, he'd messed everything up again. He'd kissed Watari and now... Draco tried to slip from the bed, intent on getting to the relative safety of the bathroom. The reaper didn't get very far when he was grabbed from behind by Watari. He let out a rather undignified squeak. He really had to work on that.

"Last night..."

Draco shrank in on himself. "i'm sorry..."

Hazel eyes studied the teen's back. "That's not it..."

"It's not?"

Scooting closer to the teen, the shinigami wrapped his arms around the small frame. "It's not..."

Draco shivered a bit. He was really confused. "it's not what?"

Watari shook his head and then rested his forehead against the reapers's back. "I should be the one apologizing to you..."

"To me? Why?" The warmth against his back was comforting.

"wait... why were you apologizing?"

"I... I kissed you..."

"but i kissed you back."

"I started it... if I hadn't..." But he couldn't help himself, that blond, in the shower, water streaming over that beautiful body... Crap, he was reacting again.

"and i'm old enough that i should know better by now..."

"Was it bad... now that you think about it?" Please don't say yes... I couldn't sleep near you anymore if you do...

"Honestly?"

He shivered again... a little scared, but he had to know. "yes..."

Watari nibbled his lower lip slightly before answering. "it was one of my better encounters..."

Better... better, but not good. "oh..."

"truthfully... it was the best." He admitted.

"Really?"

"Hei... it was..."

"Do... do you want me to get my own room?"

"Is that what you want to do?"

"I will if you want me to." Please don't ask...

"I don't want you to."

He closed his eyes, breathing a sigh of relief. "thank you..."

"so... how long have you been planning that?" the older blonde teased.

"Planning!" Draco tried to twist and look at the older blond. "I didn't plan anything. Really, I didn't!" As soon as the teen was facing him, Watari stole a kiss. "mmmph..." The Reaper was shocked, but soon relaxed. The scientist's lips were so soft.

Releasing Draco, Watari slid off the opposite side of the bed and headed towards the bathroom himself, "I'm scared of the day you find someone you like better than a silly 'muggle' like me..."

"I'm scared of the day you decide a kid like me isn't worth your time..."

"You need to start having a little more confidence in yourself." Stopping in the doorway, the shinigami looked back at the teen. "And you are no kid..." Draco gave him a hesitant smile.

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From the corner of her eye, Erika noticed the two blondes enter the 'dark' market... Kenneth, as usual, wasn't really paying attention, nibbling on a meat bun. They were asking questions and seemed to be looking for something. Not that unusual when it came to this section of the market. She grinned as they apparently came to a decision and parted. They disappeared down the dark streets in two separate directions. Give them a few minutes and they wouldn't be able to see or hear each other.

Wandering along, Watari started to wonder about how smart it was to split up with Draco... the only reason he could get around Kyoto with only a few mishaps was because he could teleport when he got hopelessly lost. There was an... odd... sound down a darkened alley. It sounded a bit like a trapped or wounded animal. Following the sound, he went into the shadows... hoping that he could help the poor thing. At the end, against a wall, was a small cage. Some kind of small, mammal-like creature was inside, mewling softly.

Frowning, he looked at the cage. That looked like one of the animals he was here to find... but why was it out here unattended? Curious, he stepped closer. He didn't notice the carefully hidden wards surrounding the end of the alley. Nor did he notice the silent figure watching from a darkened doorway, final ward in hand.

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Petting a small fox, Erika smiled when the younger of the pair came into view. His actions and demeanor betrayed his youth, as much as he tried to hide it behind a haughty exterior. In fact, he reminded her of most of the pure-bloods she's seen. Not only that, it reminded her of why she hated those stuck up snobs. The bastards thought that they could do anything they wanted and not have to pay the consequences... Using others and then discarding them like a broken wand when something undesirable happens, something like a squib child.

He was getting closer, silver eyes darting back and forth. This one was wary... Though not as wary as that bastard that had used her mother... No... he hadn't expected something as useless as a squib to be able to kill him in such a 'muggle' fashion. The look on his face had been exquisite as the blood poured out through his throat, he hadn't even been able to scream. Pathetic. The blond was getting closer, then his eyes fell on her and the fox she held. He nodded to her, in the polite fashion of upper class pure bloods. Revolting. "What can I do you for?" She asked while still running her fingers through the silky fox fur.

He smiled slightly and spoke in English. "I'm looking for a small owl, she's quite tiny. She belongs to a friend of mine and she went missing last night."

"Brown and gold pigmy?"

"Yes... that might be her. You've seen her then?"

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Slowly the shinigami started to wake. Groaning, he tried to move to a more comfortable position... and found that he was tightly bound. He lifted his head so that he could get a better idea of where he was. The room was relatively large and for the most part, empty. On the other side of the room he could see a man with a scarred face enter carrying Draco over his shoulder. A muffled protest was all the shinigami could make through his gag, but it was enough to draw the man's attention. It was times like this that Watari truly wished that he had Tatsumi's abilities...

"Awake? Don't mind me... I just need to take care of this one."

Several very unkind things were told to the man... unfortunately none were comprehensible due to the gag. The young man flipped Draco back over his shoulder and onto the floor. He slapped the boy's face a couple times to see if there was any reaction. Not receiving as much as a twitch, he smirked and headed for a cabinet. He returned to the small blond with a set of shackles and a gag.

Rolling over onto his side, the scientist managed to get into a seated position. A person doesn't have much credibility when flat on their back, he mused to himself as he continued glaring at the man who was mistreating his partner.

The shackles looked heavy and big on Draco's small wrists and ankles. Additional chains where attached to rings on the shackles and then looped around the boy's body. The young man roughly pried the blonde's mouth open and affixed the gag. He let Draco's head drop, making a dull thud as it hit the floor. "There... he won't be going anywhere." Watari had to wince in sympathy at the sound the teen's head made. Sure they could heal, but that wasn't going to stop the poor boy from having a killer headache when he woke. The scarred man walked over towards the shinigami. "hmmm... doesn't appear as if you're getting out of those... that's good. It's so annoying when the merchandise escapes. Erika gets so bitchy."

Glaring up at the man, Watari suddenly wished that looks could kill... then this person would have been rendered into just a puddle of gelatinous goo, or maybe he would be burned, one never knows how an ability like that would demonstrate itself. Perhaps it is a good thing that no one has that ability, to kill with a glare, that is... true, there would be a lot less lawyers, used car salesmen, bad fic writers, and pimps with atrocious wardrobes, but the down side is that innocent people would also end up dying in the process. Wait, where was he? Oh yeah, evil person looming over me. Glare.

The young man knelt at Watari's side, his eyes roaming up and down the shinigami's form. "Nice..." He threaded his fingers through the long blond hair. "Very nice... just my type." With a growl, the shinigami jerked away. He laughed. "Oh... feisty... just what I enjoy, I like ones with spirit."

Wonderful, you just love feisty, shackled and gagged shinigamis. So glad that I meet with your approval, Watari thought flippantly as he continued to glare.

He was still chuckling. Somewhere along the way, Watari had lost his coat and shirt. One cold hand pulled his sleeveless turtleneck shirt out of his pants and slid under the edge, stroking the skin of his stomach. A whine escaped the gag as Watari tried to scoot away from the touch that was turning his stomach. "Don't like that? What a shame..." He pulled the shirt up farther, his other hand releasing the button on the slacks and easing down the zipper. Leaning back, the shinigami whimpered again. "Yeah... just lay back and enjoy this... I'm going to..."

Lunging forward, Watari caught him completely off-guard and head-butted the man with all the strength he could muster from his less than ideal position. Mountain goat he was not... and if that hurt him, then, he mused, that it should have hurt the other a lot more.

The man reeled away, swearing profusely. When he finally turned back, his eyes were murderous. He stood and ruthlessly kicked at the shinigami's head. Around him the world spun out of control and was clouded in a haze of pain when the kick came into contact with his head. Hitting the floor, Watari closed his eyes and tried to will the tears away. "You want to be a pest? I can just play with your little friend there too. He's not going to give me any problems..."

Meekly, he stayed his position on the floor. Given the choice, he would rather not have anything happen to Draco, the boy was still too fragile.

"Hmm... change of heart, love?" He squatted down, out of head butt range. "How about I let you make the choice? Let me play with you... or watch me play with him. And I'm not going to wait for him to wake up to start." Hazel eyes glared, but no other sign of defiance was visible in the blonde's shackled form. "Hmmm... is that a yes? Pity... he looks like he'd be just delicious... well, so do you for that matter."

Leaning his head against the floor, Watari concentrated on the opposite wall, since, he had little choice in what was about to happen to him... well, he did have a choice, but it was not one that he appreciated. His pants were tugged down to his knees, underwear followed. Those cold hands seemed to be everywhere, touching, stroking... Jerking instinctively, Watari didn't even bother to try and control the tears that were coming from the corners of his eyes. Fingers wrapped around his member, much rougher than Draco had the night before. A pained sound came from behind the gag as the shinigami squirmed under the unwanted hand.

"Awe... don't like that? How about this then?" The hand was removed and the sound of an opening zipper was heard. Watari's breathing became heavier at that sound. The man rolled him on to his side, laying down behind him. "This is probably going to hurt worse since I can't trust you to undo your legs. Oh well... tighter for me."

Afemale voice in the distance made itself known. "DAMNIT KENNY! GET OUT OF HIM!"

The man jerked away from him, rolling away. "Erika!"

A dark haired woman made her way over to them. "What in the name of all you hold holy do you think you were doing to him?"

Kenny got to his feet, blushing a bit, he turned away to tuck himself back into his pants. "What's it look like?"

Erika shook her head, "They've already been paid for... I don't need you molesting them."

"Well, how about the other one then? He's still out, he'll never know..."

"Like he won't notice a throbbing pain in his ass when he wakes?"

"Come on... you gotta let me play with one of them... I haven't had anything to play with since we caught that injured shapeshifting kitsune."

"No, now put him back together the way you found him..." Erika ordered her brother.

"Ah bloody hell." He roughly pulled up the underwear and pants. "This whole job sucks. First a Malfoy and now I don't even get the play with one of them first."

"Fine, you want a whore?"

"Ick... no... who knows what I could pick up from them."

"Same applies to the critter you were sticking your dick into back there..." Laughing, Erika walked out of the room.

"Hey..." He followed her out of the room, leaving Watari and Draco bound on the floor.

Looking over her shoulder at Kenneth, the woman smiled, "besides, Ulrich from Britain is bringing over Malfoy by Floo today and wants us gone... Purebloods associating with squibs and all that."

"Eh? Oh definitely. I don't want to be anywhere near a Malfoy."

---

Still curled into a fetal position, Watari didn't react when Draco started to move again. The smaller blond made a kind of muffled groan. Silver eyes flickered, closing tightly again when the lights stung his eyes and aggravated his headache. Light footsteps echoed through the area as a person approached them. "You're up too?"

He opened his eyes, slitting them. He hurt all over and his head... Standing over him was the woman that had led him into that trap.

"Head hurts?" She asked.

He didn't bother nodding, knowing it would just make it worse. He actually felt slightly nauseous as well.

"Fine, it would be bad business if you were to get sick all over Ulrich and the customer..." muttering, she walked out of the room and returned quickly with a vial and several scrolls.

Draco watched her dully. This just sucked. He carefully tested his restraints, they were heavy and the edges sharp, cutting into his flesh. A small white hand grabbed him by the collar and forcefully dragged him up into a quasi-sitting position. He moaned around the gag. This whole situation was awful and if she kept pulling on him it was going to get worse and he'd be sick.

Reaching around behind Draco's head, Erika unbuckled the gag and took it out of the teen's mouth before holding the uncorked vial to his lips. "You need to be a dear and drink this..."

He was glad to get the gag out... but he didn't trust that she wasn't going to drug him, or poison him. He closed his mouth stubbornly.

The woman smiled sweetly, "either drink it, or I invite my brother to continue the little game he was playing earlier with your friend that left the poor dear in such a state..."

Draco's eyes flickered to Watari, noticing him for the first time. He glared at the woman but opened his mouth. Putting the vial to his lips, she instructed him to drink... He swallowed the thick substance, making a face at the bitter taste.

"That's a good boy... now to put your gag back on" Holding up the item in question the woman never lost her falsely sweet expression. He shook his head, the pain already receding. "Shall I call in my brother?"

"Go to hell, bitch." He held his mouth open after he was done. This whole situation sucked.

The gag was put back into place. "Considering you and your friend have been bought by Lucius Malfoy, I'd have to say that is where you two are going."

His eyes got large. No... not him again!

Standing up, she looked over at the older blonde, pulled out a pair of glasses and tsked when she looked at him through them. "What kind of charm did he put on you?"

Just lovely... so not only were they captured, but the other one had put spells on Watari. Could this get worse?

She started to flip through the papers in her hand, muttering something about locating one that would just remove all spells on the man.

All spells? Would that remove those seal things that Korin had done? Draco tried to move around and get the woman's attention. She gently shushed the boy squirming on the floor. "Found it..."

He tried groaning and making sounds around the gag. Come on... look at me! Ignoring the teen, she walked over to the older blonde and pulled out one of the papers... which Draco recognized as a Fuda. Oh... this was NOT good... not good at all.

Once the innocent looking paper was placed on the shinigami, Watari curled in on himself even tighter whining slightly. Draco tried to scream, but only managed a muffled croaking sound. The whine quickly turned into a growl menacing enough to make the woman step back from the other blonde. She had done it... and there was no Korin here to close whatever that creature was back in. Draco could only hope it would remember he was Watari's partner.

Uncurling, it sat up... long platinum blonde hair cascading down its frame. Indigo eyes with a pristine white slit down the center focused on the woman as it growled again.

"What the hell? What are you?" She shrieked while backing away.

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AN: Okay, believe it or not, this chapter was lightly edited... only a couple of lines were removed to make this more... uhm, not completely n-17ish. Everything else was left in because plot required a poor traumatized Watari.

Toodles...