Log; Complete

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When; October 2
Rating; PG-13... is for g-gore D:?
Characters; Watari Yutaka [scienceinacan] & Tatsumi Seiichirou [kageseii]
Summary; Because, in the end, Watari has no one else he trusts enough to place his life onto but the miserable, and stingy Secretary from Hell.
Log;

Whatever he did; it had not been the best of ideas at all.

Yutaka was sure that if he'd actually been alive when he did what he did that resulted in that brief, alright, not-so-brief coma, then he'd have made a very comfy place for himself in the latest edition of the Darwinian Awards book. He himself wasn't even completely sure how he'd managed it, but when consciousness finally trickled in, he found himself staring at his own brains. Quite literally.

In a glossy jar that 003 was nervously flapping around tirelessly.

Thinking came hard then, but slowly, he was able to process the picture in front of him. Somehow, he had extracted his brains whole and doused it in some liquid to keep it from regenerating another Yutaka Watari. To keep his current body alive, but his mouth graciously disconnected to his brains, he'd, somehow and rather amazingly, wired his brains to his body with... a bunch of colorful wires. In his state, Yutaka couldn't think very genius-like, and was functioning at, at most he surmised, 30% efficiency. He didn't think it was a pretty sight, because he was sure he'd have made quite a mess to get his brains wired up in a jar he'd conveniently left in his lap... but, at least, he didn't see it?

That had been something to be thankful for until he realized he couldn't move his fingers, or his arms, or his legs, and pretty much his whole body but his face and eyes. And then, a new problem made itself known;

How the hell was the Chief of the Five Generals, the great and legendary genius, Watari Yutaka, supposed to get his brains back into its throne in his head?

At least, it seemed he'd covered his head with something, because the wires were definitely going there and he was conscious right now, wasn't he?

Or did that mean he was regenerating another brain?

In any case, Yutaka had a feeling that if he didn't set things right now, he'd end up with an even bigger problem. However, before that bigger problem was the big problem of setting his body back to its former glory. He didn't think anyone would understand, really. It was also a plainly worrisome thought to ask someone randomly from the network to play doctor for him, especially when he was sure not that many people knew about his regeneration rate attributed to being a guardian of death, or dead simply. That left Tsuzuki and Bon... and Tatsumi.

Tsuzuki, he highly doubted could even hold a pair of children's scissors without opening himself up for some form of disaster. He'd apologize to Tsuzuki for the thought, but it was true. That meant Tsuzuki and Brain? No go. Bon on the other hand was, without a doubt, the more competent of the two. He was also an empath though, and a Yutaka without his brains, and with all those memories concerning Tatsumi... he didn't want to subject Bon to that.

Finally, there was Tatsumi. Muraki was completely, and naturally, out of the question. Tatsumi, despite the complications their strictly business relationship had hit on, was the only option left.

Yutaka knew he was competent; more than just competent, actually. He knew Tatsumi could definitely help him in this... but the question was; would the shadow master help him?

He had to try, he knew.

With some difficulty, he tried to access the network with the chips he knew were there, wired deep within his brains.