|ladyofshadow (ladyofshadow) wrote in kinkfest,|
@ 2008-07-23 00:15:00
|Entry tags:||a: ladyofshadow, f: yami no matsuei, july 23, p: tatsumi/watari|
"An Unusual Friendship," Yami No Matsuei (Tatsumi/Watari)
Title: An Unusual Friendship
Warnings: innuendos and preferences
Word count: 624
Prompt: Yami no Matsuei - Tatsumi/Watari - sensory overload or enhancement - "that golden one leads a double life, you'll find out"
A/N: Written rather quick, but the conversation between the two Shinigami entertained me.
“You know, it’s said that as one sense diminishes, your other senses increase in strength,” Watari said.
Tatsumi looked up from his paperwork, a crease between his eyebrows as he regarded the scientist. “Why are you here again?”
“I’m running the weekly maintenance on your computer,” Watari answered cheerily. “You download too much porn.”
“You know very well that I do not,” Tatsumi muttered.
“Your history says otherwise,” Watari tsked with his finger.
Tatsumi rolled his eyes and crisply stapled a pile of papers together. “Maybe if you did something about those unusual popups they wouldn’t be in my history.”
“Don’t even try that innocent tone with me,” Tatsumi said. “You know very well that it was your doing -- Just like the bikini woman screensaver last week, and that ‘Girls Gone Wild’ desktop background the previous week, and then my custom lace panty mouse cursor the week before that.”
“I’m certain that whoever was responsible-
“Clearly you,” Tatsumi said, going through another stack of papers in his inbox.
“Well, I’m certain they just wanted to liven things up a bit for you! You need to get laid, Tatsumi.”
Tatsumi fumbled with his papers in mid-sorting and they fell to the floor. “Excuse me? I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”
“That stick up your ass needs to get moved around a bit,” Watari said, “it’s much more enjoyable that way. Either that or you need a bit more stimulating at the other end, I know this gal who-
“This conversation is ending now,” Tatsumi said, ducking his head to hide a furious blush. He knelt to the floor to organize his papers.
“So, which is it Tatsumi? The stick up your ass or the girls gone wild?”
“My preferences are not a topic of discussion,” Tatsumi snapped.
“So, you DO have preferences?” Watari clapped. “Is it both? Do you like both? At the same time? One at a time?”
“I’m not answering your questions,” Tatsumi arranged the papers neatly on his desk.
“I bet it’s both,” Watari said, noting the blush on Tatsumi’s cheeks get redder. “Hah! I’m right! Do you think that when I perfect my gender change potion you’ll give me a go? After all, I’ll know exactly what a guy wants and I’ll FINALLY understand the nuances of the female orgasm firsthand.”
Tatsumi looked to him with a horrified expression in his eyes. “What?!”
“It’s for the sake of science!” Watari pointed to the ceiling and posed triumphantly.
“I’m not participating in any experiments,” Tatsumi said. “Ever. In fact, I’m going to go make copies.”
Watari watched him walk away and took a voice recorder from his lab coat. “Day 207 of New Observation. The subject grew very agitated today at the mention of sexual preferences. Though my theories about his orientation are sound, he continues to puzzle me with his carefully controlled outbursts.” He followed Tatsumi into the copy room.
“Copy machine maintenance,” Watari answered brightly. He paused and tilted his head. “Are the copies supposed to be squiggles like that?”
“Look what you’ve done! That’s such a waste of toner and paper,” Tatsumi grumbled. “You disrupted my concentration.”
“No, I think I just finally got you to listen,” Watari winked. “I bet your brain was zing zinging the entire walk to this room.”
“You’re just too much sometimes,” Tatsumi said with a shake of his head.
Watari grinned and pat Tatsumi’s back. “I know,” he said brightly. “But, you’ll thank me later for maximizing your brain activity when it comes time to do the annual budget next week.”
“Don’t remind me,” Tatsumi frowned.
“I’ll have the sake ready for after, as usual,” Watari said, giving a wave as he left the room.