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when; 27 Sept., early morning.
rating; R. Yes, skip this if the sex ed classes never happened.
characters; Watari Yutaka (

scienceinacan), Tatsumi Seiichirou (

kageseii).
summary; This is why one never breaks a deal made with a certain kagetsukai.
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In what had seemed a blur of just a few seconds, Tatsumi had slammed the lid to his laptop shut and disappeared within an array of shadows. Of course, Watari-san would back away and break that compromise he had demanded; the scientist's life wasn't complete until he saw Tatsumi either utterly humiliated, completely irritated, or a combination thereof. Unfortunately, Tatsumi had reached that very potent stage of both embarrassment and rage, and even more unfortunately, he had remembered exactly where the lab was. Within moments, those shadows had borne him right outside the door, and he still was shaking with anger.

There was going to be hell to pay. He had attempted at damage control, and yet Watari had obliterated it by doing the very thing he had requested not be done. Out in public, all there for everyone to see, and now- and now-- Yes, there definitely was hell to pay, and Watari was going to soon learn that Tatsumi hadn't been simply threatening.

He almost literally knocked the door down with his fist. At this point, he didn't really care if someone saw what a fool he was making of himself; there was a much, much more important goal in mind. Obliterate Watari-san. Now.

"Watari-san!! Open this door now!!" He had already lost control of his vocal volume, but he didn't care even if he was interrupting very important work for this. There was hell to pay.

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The blond scientist was the in the middle of another attempt to keep his mouth and fingers from blurting out whatever occurred in that damned brain of his. Each attempt; failure. And with each attempt, he'd spilled more secrets. It was frustrating, really, but even more so when he'd realized he was narrating his own feelings just about then.

"Damn this... of all the times to be hit by a curse, it had to be today and--"

Tatsumi's voice interrupted his thoughts. And for a while, he forgot that he was even thinking.

"Just break the door down, I don't care if you do, just do it!" he found himself yelling angrily before he even realized it.

And simply hearing that angered yell from the other side of that door seemed to incite even more fury within Tatsumi. He was going to make him pay for this insubordination; there was little time wasted in doing exactly what Watari had commanded, and soon Tatsumi barged in, practically stomping in. It was all he could do from snapping when he saw Watari there.

Him. It was all his fault, and he had again gotten away with it all at his expense. The injustice had gone far enough - too far, even, now that his own reputation was under fire. His hands were both in fists, he shook with anger, and yet when he found the voice to address Watari, he spoke in a low voice of quiet rage.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Despite the situation, Yutaka found it within himself to remain calm when Tatsumi was finally inside his laboratory.

"I made 003 go away," the blond said slowly. "And I'm trying to control myself, but I'm not succeeding at all, and I know you don't think it's funny, but at the rate my mind is going, your secret will be all over the network in about an hour. Did I tell you I'm concerned because I tweaked with my head so I can be literally always connected to the network? No? All right, now you do. I'm sure you're not glad at all to hear that, aren't you?"

That wasn't a good enough answer. The stream-of-consciousness that Watari was speaking in completely escaped him in his crystallised anger, and slowly, he approached the other man with a ferocious glare. All his fault, all his fault, all his fault.... There was a serious venom rising within him, and it poisoned his control over his actions.

Before he could control himself, Tatsumi raised his hand and roughly slapped at that blankly emotive face before him. He didn't care if it stung, he didn't care if there was anyone watching, and he didn't care if Watari would take offence. He couldn't speak, but his deep breathing and commanding glare spoke enough for him.

The force had been overwhelming, so that after the slap had been delivered, Yutaka's cheek was not only bright red, but a small sliver of blood also trailed down from his lip where skin had broken. The blond scientist looked vastly unimpressed though, and the first things to roll out of his mouth were words that, under normal circumstances, he'd have held back for their bluntness. "You hit like a woman, Tatsumi. And if you wanted to be really manly, you should have punched me, to begin with. Seriously, I'd always wondered if you were really outright gay."

The entire time he had been attempting to regain some calmness, some scrap of dignity that hadn't been blasted away. However, all attempts at such collection were interrupted far too early by those words that kept on coming. Insult upon insult upon-- his breath became shakier, and he stepped to the door to shut it quietly. Finally he had the notion to keep this entirely private; no one needed to see this.

His back was still turned to Watari. There was no way for Watari to see whatever expression he had to show, and he had no way to gauge whether that sound he made was a sob of indignation or a low, wry chuckle.

But then his quiet answer to Watari's insults explained it all. "You're attempting to try my patience for laughs, aren't you?"

Yutaka actually managed to laugh at that; a brief and not at all amused one. "I wish I were only trying your patience on purpose, Tatsumi, but no. This time, I unfortunatel-- crap, did I just broadcast involuntarily because of mental overboard? Why. Yes. I'm sorry, Tatsumi, but I just let the whole city know I had sex with you, and that you enjoyed it, and you were a woman during it. Yes. Now, as I was saying, no, this isn't on purpose at all. It'd be amusing if it were, but far from it."

Guardians of death didn't really need to pause for breath, but Yutaka did so here.

"You can kill me now, I'd love that, actually."

It took some time, but finally Tatsumi turned about slowly to face the rambling idiot he had come to give a sound lashing to. He had reached for a façade of calm, and he had managed it well enough to be able to face Watari. And then he approached the man, slowly, with a deliberation that seemed almost too calm, and then he was close enough to invoke within himself exactly why he had come here. Too much proximity was what had caused this mess.

"You want me to kill you...?" His voice became a deadly whisper, and even the dry chuckle he let out was low enough for only Watari to hear. That would only give Watari what he wanted. "I think I may actually allow you to view the repercussions your actions have."

If it were any other time, Yutaka's response would have been to cower and play the fool that required pity. This time however, he met Tatsumi's gaze unflinchingly, even as he spoke almost as soon as Tatsumi had finished speaking.

"It's the best possible option at the moment since I can't stop thinking and talking, and it's both inconvenient and compromising for both of us. I don't want to talk about having sex with you as much as you don't want to admit it every happened- and yes, I know about your denial and I'll try not to elaborate on that, but unlike you I prefer to accept it happened and promptly bury it in the past... go for the mind straight, Tatsumi. The regeneration rate will make it impossible for you to kill me on time, and while we both know I won't die completely, that should get you at least a day free of me, and you'll do it if you're as wise as I hope you are-- just do it-- do it DO IT DO IT, DAMN YOU, TATSUMI, before I start talking about something I DON'T want to talk about!"

His speech had grown increasingly panicked towards the end, and to shut his own self up, Yutaka resorted to actually burying his head between his legs.

"I feel stupid," he finished lamely. "And I'm wearing my favorite leather pants today."

Edited 2008-09-27 07:32 (UTC)

The whole time, Tatsumi had simply stared on with that collected look still hiding the turmoil behind it. Watari was in a moment of weakness. It was a pathetic sight to see, and even more so when Tatsumi remembered that clause about death within this city's limits. One who dies within the City cannot return home. There was no time to debate on the technicalities; besides, the rules were in black and white.

There were times, after all, when there was a need to exercise caution.

He sighed, turning on his heel to have his back to Watari. He wouldn't wish entrapment upon a colleague, even one who had completely humiliated him.

"I cannot kill you, Watari-san," he replied with a slowness borne from deliberation.

He didn't want to say it; it was the last thing he wanted to say. However, the thought had formed, and before Yutaka could even attempt to catch it and push it back in the deepest recesses of his mind, it was rolling out of his mouth.

"Like you can succeed, but if you did, it'd do all of us a lot of good. I'd rather not be in Enma's cage any time soon, thank you. And you'd rather not have him having a lot more powe-"

The scientist bit his lip until it bled and then laughed. The next statement wasn't a thought; instead it was a deliberate attempt to provoke Tatsumi. "I'd still wouldn't have minded knowing how you'd look in brown lingerie."

Enma. His eyes widened, and thankfully, his back still was to that blabbermouthed scientist. Yes, he had said that name, and it was unmistakable to Tatsumi's ears. "I'd rather not be in Enma's cage any time soon... and you'd rather not have him having more power...." It was too easy filling in the very small gap Watari had left, but Tatsumi had instantly wished he didn't. Something was afoul - he hadn't ever heard words like that spoken about--

Unfortunately, Watari had interrupted not only himself, but he had halted the gears that had been turning in Tatsumi's mind. He was still very angry about what had happened - well, now everyone knew about what had happened, and as embarrassing as it was, as sensitive as that information was... well, it was enough to damage a reputation, as far as he was concerned. He snapped his glare over his shoulder to Watari, threatening silence through very violent means.

"This is not the time for jokes, Watari-san."

It took a lot of effort, but Watari was glad the louder voices in his mind were the ones he was hearing. He was laughing, manically - probably from the sheer effort he was exerting just to focus on that line of thought... nothing of Enma, nothing of dying, nothing of getting killed-

Watari Yutaka focus on mocking Tatsumi!

"I'm not joking~" Watari mouthed off, his eyes closed from the sheer effort, though he still managed to look mildly amused. He knew he had to look like he was actively doing this for fun, and not because he was desperately trying to avoid saying anymore damning. "Like how it would have been completely bad for me if Tsuzuki--" he cut off from that train of thought sharply and let the louder voices overwhelm it. "Brown lingerie. That would probably compliment your hair and skin best. I wonder if you'll blush any better."

Suddenly, there was that feeling of regret in ever appearing here. It was clear there were two things at work - Watari was cursed, or he was simply being difficult for the sake of it. Tatsumi was close to throttling Watari, but it was enough to glare flatly at the other and be done with it.

"Too bad there won't be a next time," he remarked with a scoff, considering whether he should go or stay. That remark about Enma had touched upon a deep subject - could he get anything from it? "Of course, I got rid of all that contaminated tea."

Yutaka giggled, involuntarily for him because that innocent display of amusement had begun from his mind. He'd have stopped it and grinned knowingly instead if he'd been in any way in control of his mouth, not to mention of his mind. However, he'd never been much in control of his own mind... that was a a fact. In different directions, thoughts, both loud and quiet, sad and happy... they were always zooming there, and right now those thoughts continued to fight and squeeze through that outlet that was his own, single, mouth.

"Thank god we humans developed only one mouth, ne?" the thought interrupted before he was able to continue what that giggling began. "And you think I'd hit only the tea? I have other ways, Tatsumi... don't... don't you dare underestimate the me--" and then the thought was promptly chased off, and much to his horror, another thought... a proud one, managed to become louder than everything else. "Chief of the Five--"

"Sex change potions... I'm sure I can smuggle them anywhere. Any-fucking-where. Tatsumi. Listen to that... can you hear my confidence?"

And just when he'd thought he'd had enough, and the sharp pause for breath he'd taken was sufficient enough to simply keep those thoughts from stumbling out of his mouth, a quiet voice made it through. It was small. It had been at the back of his mind. He'd spent days pushing it at the very back, way back, even further than the secrets related to Mother. And Enma. And everything else. It had been recent, and embarrassing, and he didn't care if it was silly, but he put it at the very back--

"And I hated sex with you. Enma, god, I pray to god I never have sex with you again."

Edited 2008-10-01 02:42 (UTC)

There was, indeed, something off if Watari Yutaka had problems with stumbling over words. Even if he was Kansai, Tatsumi knew better, and regional accents were no excuse for incoherence. He was close to pointing out the obvious, daring to ask him what was entering his mind.

But then Watari just had to aim for a sensitive spot. It was odd, in a way, how what had initially embarrassed him was now a matter of pride - damnit, he wasn't that bad! And it was such a low blow, even though he knew better; sexual slurs were for those who lacked panache.

He snarled, turning about and using the full power of his glare on Watari. "Do you think I enjoyed it more than you did?" he retorted silently, but with enough force to convey his indignation.

"- you were moaning all through it, and wet, Tatsumi. It'd take a lot for you to try to convince me you didn't enjoy it." The answer came rolling out of his mouth, and sounding in his mind very loudly, before Yutaka was even aware he had a response for the that question. "And you- you kissed me voluntarily, in case you forgot, and acted like a fucking woman! Wow- I don't think I've said that word out loud in a while! It rolls--"

A calm suddenly invaded the blond, making him shudder almost as the memory of Tatsumi wrapping those more slender arms around his bare neck, the memory of Tatsumi's softer, rounder face nested in the crook of his shoulder, returned. "I didn't like it. I didn't like it at all... it didn't feel right," he murmured suddenly, almost in quiet horror, before the other thoughts hijacked it and suddenly he was detailing the more lewd reactions Tatsumi had displayed that fateful night.

"-and when I licked your clitoris, you made the sweetest sound..."

Edited 2008-10-01 03:19 (UTC)

The last sentence was enough to prompt a shocked stare, and Tatsumi felt his entire body go on pause. He had such nerve and audacity to say those things, and to his superior...? Not to mention that the things spilling from Watari's mouth were all crude, all uncalled for, and all vulgar. Before he knew it, he had Watari by the collar of that omnipresent lab coat and he had him slammed into the nearest wall. "Acted like a fucking woman"...?" The phrase repeated over and over in his mind, and the more he heard it, the more it angered him.

For what seemed ages, he said nothing, simply glowering while those fists shook in fury. "If you didn't like it...," he started in a low whisper. "If you didn't like it... you could have stopped." Again, he shoved Watari into the wall - acting like a woman, his ass.

Definitely, Tatsumi was a man now. "I had a goal, I don't stop until I've reached that goal, and in your case... it was to see how far I could go before you were back to your senses and wanting to murder me! I ask you, Tatsumi, why didn't you stop? I'd have stopped if you told me to... I'm not a rapist, at least-- nothing like that Doctor! But if you were a woman, and I was that Doctor... you'd still have continued, wouldn't you? It just felt that good, didn't it? I bet he's more experienced than I am-- I haven't had sex in a decades!"

"And I don't want to ever again- not with you especially!" He finished, though he quickly regretted it.

"If you thought I was-" He had to stop himself again, but it only prompted him to again push Watari roughly into the wall. He was frustrated with the scientist, frustrated with the words that were coming from Watari, and frustrated with himself for ever allowing any of this to happen. Get a hold of yourself. And with a breath in and out, he managed a colder look.

"If you thought I was that bad, you could have stopped." He had no idea why he repeated himself like that. "And you didn't, even after I had requested it. What does that say about you?" He didn't even want to comment on that reference to the good doctor - the images were not at all savoury. It was only him and the blond that he had against the wall now; that was all that mattered right now.

The blond's eyes closed, and he tilted his head upwards and against the wall behind his back as he made a throaty chuckle. "Oh, Tatsumi, you weren't bad-- if I had to compare you with the ones I've had sex with, the fucks, and the quickies, I'd say you were pretty good for a novice-- Too much information, too much information. I wasn't a slut-- and I was faithful to my profes--"

"I hated you, not your vagina or your breasts or your nipples or your body, Tatsumi. I hated you. I hate you, I hate you-- god, I never, never want to have sex with you ever again and I don't care if you have sex with Bon's father because I know you've been itching to. Like the way you've been wanting to screw Tsuzuki all these years!"

Yutaka wasn't even sure if this was him anymore, but the words kept flowing out in the worst way possible, painting him in the worst possible light.

Again, Tatsumi was left flabbergasted, still somehow managing a modicum of self-righteous anger while gaping at the words he heard spill from that arrogant pervert. There wasn't an end to the humiliation in sight, it seemed, and every insult was getting lower and lower. And right when Tsuzuki's name was mentioned in that disgusting context, Tatsumi had to administrate another rough slap.

"You... do not talk to me like that." He kept his voice in a low whisper. He wanted to see the humiliation, didn't he? But, of course, there were ways to reverse that balance of power. Briefly, he drifted into a fantasy of forcing Watari into the situation he had been in, but he knew there was no chance of that. Finally, a resigned, collected sigh left him, and he pushed Watari into a defiant kiss.

Fine. He wanted to play that game? He could win at it.

"I talk to you the way I want to talk--" the blond was conveniently shut up by the forceful kiss, and for a brief moment, he was overwhelmed by a nameless fear, which then eventually translated to a burst of strength in his arms as he angrily shoved the shadow-master back with as much force as possible.

"Fuck you!" the swear words were out of his mouth like lightning even as the thoughts in his mind all merged as one to form them. And then that burst of angry swearing was replaced by a mocking string of thoughts- "You're trying to even the playing field, Tatsumi? You can't do it, because you're a woman. You can't even push down Tsuzuki after how many years and you try to get to me? The only time you'll get me is if you're begging with a vagina to fuck, or if I'm willing and I. don't. want. you."

"Not anymore." Another thought piped in, before Yutaka could even pause to breathe.

Why was this becoming such a huge fight? The question remained unanswered after Watari finished speaking, and Tatsumi then knew not to speak for a good few minutes. He had been pushed back, insulted viciously... and for what? This was all his fault. It had nothing to do with Tatsumi himself, yet it had everything to do with him, and now there was an injured reputation and strained working relations between co-workers over this.

And all of it was Watari Yutaka's fault.

He again advanced on Watari, frowning while crossing his arms defensively. "Then what? What was it that changed that? Please, do tell me," he continued, a sardonic tone dripping from his voice, "what good reason you had to suddenly hate me. I'm dying to know."

"You're already dead," Yutaka quipped sharply, crossing his arms as well to match Tatsumi. "A woman--" he tried to bite his lip, but found that the anger welling up inside of had become too hot to keep inside. "You were easy Tatsumi. For all your stiff-neckedness and your pathetic restraint when it came to Tsuzuki, it all boiled down to you moaning and acting like a two-bit whore -- no, not, it's not that, Tatsumi's not a whore, it's that you had to let your guard down then--"

"DON'T ASK THIS OF ME, TATSUMI!" he yelled angrily, eyes flashing golden briefly and irises narrowing into thin slips before becoming their normal brown. He glared at Tatsumi.

"I swear, if you don't kill me now, I'll kill you."

There had to have been something in the air - it had finally occurred to Tatsumi that perhaps there was a curse involved. Even still, the entire fiasco was on Watari's head - he had started it all, he had perpetuated it, and now someone had to put a stop to it all. Luckily, there was enough resolve inside Tatsumi to do it himself, and he had to draw the line.

Was there anything to be done in the heat of the moment? That one moment saw Watari look his most ferocious, and it would have been scary had he not lifted his own force field in response to the entire dilemma. Someone had to be the calm voice of reason, and after a few deep breaths, logic intervened.

"Then I'm leaving." And he moved to the door, not even taking a last look at Watari. How long would that take to look him in the eye?

Yutaka would have been perfectly content to watch the shadow-master walk away; it was for the better of both of them. That would have been the right course of action, the logical answer to the problem at hand. But his thoughts always betrayed him. Normally, these traitorous thoughts were kept in check, and conveniently kept at the back of his mind, never to be heard by anyone else but Watari Yutaka himself. Today, however, tonight, Yutaka had no control of his mouth and his thoughts. Completely.

"That's all you ever do," his mouth moved, and to add to Yutaka's horror, it had sounded disappointed as well. A complete manifestation of the thought, expressed in his words. "run away. If I hadn't talked you into it, you would have been perfectly fine with letting Tsuzuki die back then. That was running away. It would have created a long series of complications, not just for you, but for me, but you weren't thinking of anything else but yourself. It's always yourself and your self-righteousness that comes first in that pretty head of yours, isn't it? You wanted Tsuzuki dead because that would punish you, didn't you? And now you're leaving because you think it's the better option. Well, I want you to shut me up, and I'm telling you to, and you don't want to because you're a selfish, self-righteous, self-patronizing, coward. There, did you need someone to tell you that finally after how many decades, Tatsumi? It took me a grand total of only three years to piece out what kind of person you were, you realize?"

The words caught him again, and Tatsumi paused right where he was. The door was so close, and the words were, too. Yes, there had to be a curse in effect. It still didn't detract from the deep wounds those words had carved into him, and it still didn't give Watari impunity from the consequences of his actions. Consequences... that was what the evening was entirely about.

The way one handled the consequences of one's actions determined their character. No, Watari hadn't gotten it. He didn't understand. He didn't understand.

He still didn't look back to Watari and he didn't budge an inch even to turn towards that source of frustration. Finally, though, he spoke quietly. "You still don't understand." The door opened soundlessly and shut just as well. Understanding had always been so hard to come by, and here was one big misunderstanding.

The words still echoed in his mind, again forcing a pause while he leaned against the door. No, none of them were really true. They just weren't. He sighed to himself, eyes shut in silent reverie, and then he shoved those glasses up and back to their proper place.

Within minutes and sweeps of shadows, he had vanished.

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