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 seven.

All Watari wanted to do was collapse and go to sleep. Having seals placed was hard and tiring enough, but having the hybrid sealed after being in complete dominance was simply exhausting... it didn't help anything that Korin wasn't going to let him just sleep... they had to finish getting the poached animals at least to Hong Kong's land of the dead to be properly identified, and catalogued before they could be sent back to Japan. If he could die again, he would.

Korin looked over at him and smirked. "So... did you have fun with Dray-chan?"

Hazel eyes blinked, both from confusion and tiredness. "Huh? What do you mean?"

"Surely you must have noticed... you were the one cleaning up Dray-chan." He made a face. "You two owe me by the way... that room smelled like a brothel." The scientist blushed brightly and turned back to the paperwork in front of him. Korin smirked. "Poor kid... he's exhausted. Its a wonder if he can even walk straight."

Watari nearly dropped his pen at that remark.

"Took Puss two days to decide to come find me... those shikis... such a sense of humor."

The cat is dead, the shinigami thought to himself...

"At least Puss said you two were having fun. A LOT of fun... lots and lots of fun..."

"Would you stop that?" Watari asked, looking more than a little flustered.

"Stop what? I was only commenting on the situation. Hmmm... almost done here. You might want to think about picking up some food on the way back. I have no idea if Dray's eaten anything in the last couple of days."

The older blonde glared at the teen, "thank you very much for your tactful information... and I shall respectfully request that you do not share the information about what occurred with anyone else."

Korin didn't respond... but did smirk slightly. He closed the final file. "And done..."

"Fine..."

"I'm sure Tatsumi will be happy to know this is all wrapped up. He'll undoubtedly want you back in the office in another day or so. Get some rest and food. And watch those seals!"

"Wakatta, wakatta yo..." Getting up, Watari put his papers in order and dropped them into their folder.

One of the local shinigami took the folders from them, bowing with great respect before leaving them. Korin stretched. "Well, I have things to do. See you around... Fluffy..." Doing his best to ignore Korin, Watari teleported back to the room...

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Draco was curled up under the covers, hand reaching out toward the empty side. Most of the exhaustion that had marked the boy's face was gone. Stepping over the sleeping shikigami, the shinigami walked towards the teen and sighed. He brushed a few strands of hair out of Draco's face and smiled warmly. Silver eyes blinked and then focused on him. "Watari... you're back."

Watari nodded, "hei, I'm back... "

"I'm not dreaming?"

"You're not dreaming..."

Draco smiled. "You look tired."

"So do you," he chuckled.

The teen blushed bright red. "Ah... well... um... it was an... active couple of days."

"He didn't hurt you, did he?" Watari asked in concern.

Draco sat up, and studied his hands. "um... not really... I mean, sometimes it hurt for a bit but then... He didn't mean to hurt me, he was actually very gentle."

Sighing in relief, the shinigami reached over and messed up the teen's hair. "Yokatta... I have no control over my friend when he is out..."

The boy ducked reflexively. "He was... kind. But he just doesn't think like we do... either does Puss. He was no help at all." A small chuckle came from the shiki who was clearly only pretending to be asleep. Draco scowled at the creature then looked at Watari hopefully. "I don't suppose you have any food, do you?"

The older blonde brightened, "Give me ten minutes and I will."

"Okay. Do you want me to go with you?"

Quickly Watari leaned over and placed a light kiss on Draco's forehead, "If you like..."

"I'll need to get some clothes on." Reluctantly, the boy slipped from the bed. He walked stiffly to the closet.

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The thing that tipped Watari off that Korin hadn't kept his mouth (or mind) shut about the 'fluffy' incident was when a large basket of lube and other 'cute' toys were delivered to his lab. Draco had stopped in the break room to pick up coffee for both of them. He walked in with a confused expression on his face. "Why is everyone winking at me?"

Watari took both coffees, set them on the table and dropped the basket into the teen's now empty hands. "That might have something to do with it..."

He looked into the basket and silver eyes widened. Draco looked at Watari, shocked. "What? How did they find out?"

"Korin..."

The teen put the basket on a nearby counter, blushing again. "Why did he tell them?"

"Because that is how he entertains himself..." Watari shook his head and picked up the coffee.

"But... but that was personal..."

The shinigami took a sip of the dark 'life-giving' liquid, "Worse, after Hong Kong, he's going to be stationed in Britain."

"Good... then he'll be far away from us." Draco grabbed his own coffee and took a gulp.

"Not good... eventually you will have to go back there, when you decide to retire."

The teen shook his head violently. "no... NO... I never want to go back there!"

Watari pulled the smaller blonde into a protective embrace, "don't worry..." he whispered, "no one will force you to do anything..."

Draco cuddled closer. "i don't want to go back... ever... i'll never retire if that's what it takes."