The Rishka File: An RP with Rhea and Paurie

Rhea-sama · Last edited by Rhea-sama on Wed Feb 28, 2007 4:48 pm; edited 2 times in total

Characters: Watari, Tatsumi, a demon(Rishka), Hisoka, Tsuzuki, Terazuma, Konoe, The Younger Gushoshin
Players: P-chan and Rhea, obviously x3
Rating: Parts of it are R to NC-17 but... other parts are more like PG I guess
Warnings: Demons, mind-raping, psychological breaking, mentions of incest, not-exactly-consentual sex/painful intercourse, sap, extreme cuteness,
Comments: OMFG this one is loooo---ooo---oooooo--ooong x3 And it went from.... uber dark to... uber sad..... to... uber cute XD

So yeah... this will be several pages. Possibly even separate threads x3

EDIT: It will also take several days to post XDD So... DUN MESS UP MY LOG D<

EDIT AGAIN: ZOMFG o.o this thing... is 122 pages in MSword O8!!!

Jeez we go on, don't we P-chan? XDD

XDDD
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Rhea-sama · Posted: Fri Feb 09, 2007 5:40 pm Post subject: It starts..

Watari: There was a knock on Tatsumi's door.

Tatsumi: A simple, "Yes?" was his reply.

Watari: In poked Watari's head, "Heyyo...Tatsumi? Can I come in?"

Tatsumi: "I suppose." he said. For once, Tatsumi wasn't over at his desk but instead, kneeling in the floor, going through the bottom filing cabinet.

Watari: Watari stepped in and shut the door behind him. "Tatsumi...? What..." he paused, "What do you.... think of me?"

Tatsumi: He paused and turned to look at Watari. "???... What do you mean?"

Watari: He looked uncertain and hesitant, not traits he was known for, "I mean... what... do you think of me."

Tatsumi: He still didn't understand... And what was wrong with Watari? "You don't look well, are you all right?"

Watari: He was twisting his hands, "I mean.. do you see me as.. as.. annoying or.. useless or good-for-nothing but chaos and property damage?"

Tatsumi: Tatsumi stood up, coming closer to stand in front of Watari, looking him over. "Of course I don't. Are you sure you're all right? What's wrong?"

Watari: "Have you ever had a secret?" He blurted out suddenly, "One that slowly kills you until you get it out? ...that refuses to go away?"

Tatsumi: He placed a palm over Watari's forehead, the other resting on his shoulder. "Answer me first." Something is wrong.

Watari: A fear flashed through Watari's eyes before his body tipped forward in an attempt to press his lips to Tatsumi's.

Tatsumi: "Watari!!" Tatsumi held him back by the shoulders.

Watari: "S-see I knew.. I knew you wouldn't understand..." The man lowered his eyes in shame..

Tatsumi: Dammit, what the hell is going on?! Tatsumi gently reached under Watari's chin, making him meet his eyes. "Watari..." Sapphire eyes clearly exposed his worry. "What's wrong with you?"

Watari: "I love you.."

Tatsumi: "What?" He gasped out. Has he been drinking?!

Watari: "I. Love you." He repeated slower...

Tatsumi: "Are you drunk?" Tatsumi knew that he wasn't... Watari could barely speak clear when he was hammered. "Why....?"

Watari: "N-no I'm not.. I've.. I've felt this way for a long time..." The scientist sighed, "I just.. can't stand being so.. miserable and lonely anymore I.. I had to do something.."

Tatsumi: He's being so open... His expression changed again. "You're miserable?"

Watari: "It's hard being alone..." he whispered, "I love my birds and all but... one still craves the company and touch of other humans.. or Shinigami."

Tatsumi: "Watari..." Tatsumi didn't know how to talk to him. Or what to even say for that matter. "You aren't alone."

Watari: He looked up slowly. "I'm.. I'm not?"

Tatsumi: "No," he started out, looking into eyes that... just didn't seem right to Tatsumi. "I'm here. And so is everyone else."

Watari: He reached his arms out to Tatsumi, "Please... hold me?"

Tatsumi: Hesitantly, Tatsumi did. He held Watari. Because that was least he could give the man.

Watari: Watari clung to him like a lifeline, knuckles turning white. "I-I know you don't feel anything for me.. and.. and you like.. someone else.. I.. I'm sorry..."

Tatsumi: "Someone else? I... don't..."

Watari: "You love Tsuzuki.... it's so easy to see..."

Tatsumi: "I don't love him, Watari. I care for him. There's a difference." He didn't have to include that he used to love Tsuzuki.

Watari: "He's still special... you have such a soft spot for him... you go out of your way to give him a comforting touch or wipe his face... What does he have that I don't?" Watari suddenly demanded.

Tatsumi: "Tsuzuki is always in need of attention. You know how weak hearted he is. And I am always there to take care of him when he needs it. Just how I am with you right now... I'm sorry that I haven't noticed your pain, you always seem... strong and bright. But I'm here now."

Watari: Watari let out a great sigh, his fingers not loosening their hold, "I-I'm sorry.. I don't know what's come over me..."

Tatsumi: "It's fine.."

Watari: Watari put his forehead to one of the man's shoulders, which turned out to be a mistake, because suddenly he was placing tender, light kisses on that crisp business suit.

Tatsumi: Tatsumi kept his voice low and gentle for the other. "Watari.... stop."

Watari: "C-can't..." Another kiss, on the knot of the tie, "S-sorry I just want...you to know.. how much I.. I.."

Tatsumi: There is something wrong. You aren't this broken, are you, Watari? Tatsumi broke their embrace, holding Watari at a distance at arm's length. "You told me and I know. You don't have to do this. And I don't think you really want to either. Not like this."

Watari: "I.. I just.. Tatsumi please." His eyes hardened. "Just allow me this, I won't bother you ever again."

Tatsumi: "You don't honestly want to do this, do you?" Doesn't it make it hurt more?

Watari: Slowly he wrapped his hands around Tatsumi's wrists, "I just want.. a memory.. that will be enough."

Tatsumi: "A memory? If... If that's all you want, I can give it to you." Tatsumi, of course, was talking about a kiss.

Watari: "Thank you.." Was his heartfelt answer.
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Rhea-sama · Posted: Fri Feb 09, 2007 5:55 pm Post subject:

Tatsumi: Tatsumi's hands lowered to Watari's upper arms, and he slowly closed the distance between them, leaning down and kissing Watari softly on the lips.

Watari: The blond politely held himself back for the first few seconds, before recklessly pulling their bodies close together, a hand coming up to secure the back of Tatsumi's head.

Tatsumi: The secretary wanted to pull away at first, but he kept thinking about the "memory" Watari wanted. So he gave it to him, including complete control of the kiss.

Watari: It seemed he was going to cash this in as fully as he could including a leg between the man's thighs and a seeking, foraging tongue.

Tatsumi: Tatsumi repositioned a little to get away from that leg... But he let Watari enter his mouth welcomingly.

Watari: The scientist moaned and his free hand started to wander, stroking up and down the man's back, sinking perhaps a bit lower than propriety would normally allow..

Tatsumi: Tatsumi reached a hand behind him to stop Watari. I care for you, too.

Watari: Watari trapped that hand beneath his, squeezing it lightly as the kiss continued.

Tatsumi: Tatsumi lightly, and shyly, took part in the kiss as well, letting his tongue roam over Watari's once. All while he tried to retrieve his hand back from the blond.

Watari: The blonde separated their lips for a scant second and pressed them together again, still holding Tatsumi's other hand.

Tatsumi: He sensed it was being taken too far and he tried to pull away again, breathing, "S-stop... s' enough."

Watari: But Watari was beyond listening, for whatever reason, and he stole another kiss. Hard, but not exactly violent.

Tatsumi: Tatsumi still had one free hand, dammit. He placed the palm of his hand on Watari's chest and pushed, separating them again. "Enough, Watari." His voice was still gentle but more firm.

Watari: His eyes were watering, "Seiichiro..." His hand moved to trap that hand as well, "Forgive me..." once more he sought out the secretary's lips.

Tatsumi: Forgive you? Tatsumi turned his head, trying to step back... somewhere... "Watari!" What's wrong with you?!

Watari: Surprisingly strong arms came around him once more, "It's not unpleasant is it? Is my touch really that unbearable?"

Tatsumi: "It's not." He said, all gentleness removed from his tone. "Your attitude is, though. Let me go."

Watari: His hold only increased and his hands started caressing again, "Oh? So if I were to behave differently you'd allow this? How do you want it Tatsumi? Rough or gentle? Fast or slow? I can curse like a sailor or quote Shakespeare and Goethe.." His eyes were definitely off...but maybe that was just what the light of desperation did to him.

Tatsumi: Why did the man's words hurt? "I don't want to have to tell you how to act. I want you to know what's right, Watari." he pleaded.

Watari: A soft brush of the lips, "I'll be whatever you want me to be.." Two of his fingers were suddenly working that tie as he placed more kisses along the man's jaw.

Tatsumi: "I want you to stop." Before I have to do it...

Watari: "Please I'll do anything..." But that. The tie was gone.

Tatsumi: One more time, harsher, commanding. "Please, stop."

Watari: The voice answering him was surprisingly flat. "I can't do that." A kiss was the distraction he used in order to put both hands behind the man's back.

Tatsumi: ?!?!?! Tatsumi jerked his face away from the other. "Enough." His shadow came to his defense, wrapping around Watari's wandering hands and pulling them away.

Watari: Watari's own powers set the plan in motion and Tatsumi's wrists were bound behind his back tightly by the tie, handcuff style.

Tatsumi: Tatsumi was shocked at just how far... Watari was taking this. It can't be Watari... Tatsumi told himself, sure that his friend wouldn't force anything such as this on him. Tatsumi fought back, binding the blond with his shadow, tightly.

Watari: The blond phased out of that spot and reappeared right in front of Tatsumi. "Please relax Seii." He opened the buttons on his jacket. "The more you relax the more enjoyable it will be for the both of us."

Tatsumi: The man shuddered, still trying to bind Watari still with his shadows.

Watari: The scientist, in heretofore unseen spiritual prowess, slipped out of them, eel-like. "Please Seii...it could be fun for you too.."

Tatsumi: Oh how he wished the other wouldn't call him that. At least he was getting more confident in the thought that something really was wrong with Watari. *hard headed* Instead of giving out orders, Tatsumi tried a question. "Why? I don't remember returning your earlier confession."

Watari: "Love isn't necessary for a charade my dear Seii..." He started undoing shirt buttons, ".....and you kissed me back." There was such hope shining in his eyes then.
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Rhea-sama · Posted: Fri Feb 09, 2007 6:23 pm Post subject:

Tatsumi: It was hard to find words now. Maybe he, Tatsumi, was making it hard to, wanting a little bit of what was being offered. But... "Though it's uncharacteristic of me, if I screamed, someone would hear. Or better, get someone's attention with my shadow. So, please, stop this. (Or fight whatever the hell's gotten into you.)"

Watari: "I would be gentle.." Watari whispered against his neck, finishing the shirt and pushing it down to Tatsumi's elbows, along with the jacket.

Tatsumi: Having a good majority of his flesh exposed was a kick in the face to get into action with his plan. I'm sorry, Watari. Tatsumi's shadow slipped under his door, seeking out Tsuzuki. *First person that came to mind.*

Watari: "You could be on top even.." Watari continued as though the shadow hadn't been sent out.. "They won't come.."

Tatsumi: "What's wrong with you?" Tatsumi finally spat out.

Watari: Watari blinked innocently, "You.. you think loving you is wrong?"

Tatsumi: "I think this," he gestured with his bound hands, "is wrong, yes!"

Watari: "Oh Tatsumi..." The man knelt, hugging the secretary's legs. "How can I make you understand...?"

Tatsumi: Tatsumi lightened his tone, sounding rather affectionate. "Untie me." ((pun intended. XD))

Watari: "I can do so much more than that..." One pale hand came to caress Tatsumi's zipper.

Tatsumi: Alright, that plan had back fired. (And where the hell was Tsuzuki?!) Tatsumi stepped away from Watari. "You won't allow me to touch you at all?" Another try.

Watari: "You want to?"

Tatsumi: "Yes...."

Watari: Gold eyes narrowed, "I'm not an idiot Tatsumi, despite appearences... brutality will be punished."

Tatsumi: Tatsumi was looking back into those eyes. Watari... Tatsumi pleaded with the man in his thoughts. Begged him to get a grip and fight. Not bothering to think that maybe Watari didn't want to fight it... "I won't hurt you, if that's what you mean."

Watari: "I'll give you one hand back for now..if you please me, then I'll give you the other." He smiled. "Sound fair?"

Tatsumi: Tatsumi managed to smile back, even if it did look a little broken. "No... but I'll take it."

Watari: Still smiling, Watari got to his feet and arranged it so that one hand was free and the other was tied to the desk.

Tatsumi: It had been such a long time since Tatsumi had worked the field, he wasn't sure what he was facing here. His first thought was possesion, but... Tatsumi knew he had to go about this carefully, calmly. He extended his free hand to cup the side of Watari's face. "Thank you."

Watari: Watari leaned into that touch, closing his eyes, "You're welcome.."

Tatsumi: Tatsumi felt horrible for that reaction... I'm... sorry. And how many times had he thought that? He stepped closer to Watari, as much as he could, hand still caressing the man's face. "Don't move so fast, though. Please."

Watari: The man nodded, "I can slow down..."

Tatsumi: "Thank you, again." he said, his hand slowly tracing down to Watari's neck.

Watari: "Seiichiro..." the Shinigami breathed, turning his head to expose more neck, "Don't you ever just want to feel loved...? Arent you ever lonely..?"

Tatsumi: His hand sneaked a little inside the top of Watari's turtle neck. "...I...." (He couldn't even answer that.)

Watari: "Tatsumi, do you trust me?"

Tatsumi: "Is this... really you?" Tatsumi waited, wanted to base his answer on Watari's.

Watari: "Of course it is silly, who else would I be? Bon?"

Tatsumi: "Something seems off."

Watari: "Because I'm finally being assertive and straightforward about this?"

Tatsumi: "Would you really do this? Restrain me to get this?"

Watari: "I'm not a saint. I'm only human.. more or less."

Tatsumi: "Then you'll release my other hand?"

Watari: "Now Tatsumi, haven't you ever heard that 'variety is the spice of life'? Or afterlife in our case." A decievingly innocent smile.

Tatsumi: "Please." Tatsumi pulled on the fabric that held him in place.

Watari: Watari lifted the free hand and placed gentle kisses on Tatsumi's knuckles, fingers, pads, and palm. "You don't trust me to not hurt you?"

Tatsumi: He was surprised that he didn't even think about jerking his hand away from Watari. "In a way, you already have. Look at me." Tatsumi pulled on his retraint once again, shirt still open and down to his elbows.

Watari: He placed a kiss on that wrist, "I'm sorry... please let me make it up to you?"

Tatsumi: "Untie me?" Tatsumi asked again.

Watari: "Will you cooperate?"

Tatsumi: "I won't cooperate in something I don't want a part of." Tatsumi answered truthfully.
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Rhea-sama · Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 7:28 am Post subject:

Watari: Sighing theatrically Watari stepped forward to embrace the man silently. Standing like that for a few moments, he turned his head and kissed his way up the man's neck to his ear. "Please Tatsumi?" He whispered, "Just... pretend.."

Tatsumi: The man shuddered at the breath against his ear, his voice coming out as sort of a gasp, though he told himself it was shock. "You want me to pretend to love you?"

Watari: "Not even that much.. just.. pretend there's desire..." Soft lips claimed an earlobe.

Tatsumi: Tatsumi turned his head, putting some space between the two of them. "You don't want that," he said quietly, the sentence sounding more like a question.

Watari: "No.. I don't.. but I'll accept that." He attached his mouth to the man's ear again.

Tatsumi: He gripped Watari's shoulder tightly, trying his best not to push the other away. (He'd like to keep that hand free if possible.) "Don't accept it, Watari." he hissed, trying not to get absorbed in the pleasure the other was giving.

Watari: Watari blew on that ear, "Oh? You saying I should lobby for more or something?"

Tatsumi: Releasing a small gasp, Tatsumi pulled himself away from Watari again. Escaping that damned mouth. "I'm saying you should give it time. If you continue this... I don't think there will ever be a real chance of..... it .... happening."

Watari: Watari laughed suddenly. "Well you cannot deny that you like it on some level," he teased, pointing downwards.

Tatsumi: Looking Watari in the eyes, "Is that all you want?" he said none too kindly.

Watari: "You'll never give me what I want, and you'll never let me give you want I want to give. So what else is left?"

Tatsumi: "You don't know that." Tatsumi answered to the first part.

Watari: "Care to prove me wrong?"

Tatsumi: "How can I? Right now, the way you're acting..."

Watari: "Are you going to finish that thought?"

Tatsumi: Tatsumi was getting tired of being nice. "Just stop, let me go, and we'll talk."

Watari: Watari smiled nastily all of a sudden. "Alright.." He separated the tie from the desk, "Let's talk." His voice had that annoying tone of 'I'm still going to get my waaay.'

Tatsumi: Tatsumi took a moment to rub at his wrist that was sporting a light red ring around it. (It was his own fault, really. He'd kept pulling on the damn thing.) "Have a seat?" Tatsumi said, offering either the desk (Watari's usual choice) or the guest chair. Carefully, he was nervous/paranoid, he went around his desk and sat down.

Watari: Watari leaned against the desk casually, crossing his arms, that same slightly unspleasant smirk on his face. "So?"

Tatsumi: "Why do you want to rush into things blindly?" Now what? Try and talk some sense into him? At least he had his hands free.

Watari: "I'll give you three guesses. You're a smart boy. I think you already know."

Tatsumi: Yes, but you confuse me! "I... don't have any guesses...."

Watari: Something in his face darkened even as he smiled, "You do too know." I couldn't fool you..

Tatsumi: Tatsumi caught a glimpse of it, too. He looked up at Watari with pleading eyes (he'd done that a lot today, too) and placed a hand over Watari's. (The blond couldn't pin it behind him again this time!) "Watari... Talk to me."

Watari: "I'm a busy guy. I don't have time to talk. I came here to fuck." That was certainly... brutally honest. "You won't see me after this."

Tatsumi: Now something in Tatsumi's face darkened. He tried squeezing the hand in his. "What do you mean I won't see you?"

Watari: "Don't you get it? I'm going somewhere. I won't be able to come back." Yutaka smiled wolfishly. "Have you guessed yet?"

Tatsumi: Tatsumi slowly removed his hand.

Watari: "That's right...."

Watari: "I'm not..." He grabbed the neck of his shirts and pulled, 'melting' the cloth away like butter, revealing pale skin, sleek muscles, and a red mark just under the hollow of his neck. A spiral through something that resembled a bird's footprint. "Watari." He was half naked now, clothes utterly dissolved. "Your friend here sold himself. Some genius." A smirk.

Tatsumi: No! "What?!" Watari sold himself?! His hands were trembling now, grabbing at the edge of his desk.

notWatari: "Attack me if you like, but you'll only be hurting him. He really does have the most pathetic healing time doesn't he? Is such a weak creature a Shinigami?" I'm going to have to heal all major damage myself.

Tatsumi: Of course he wasn't going to attack him! Tatsumi knew... knew it would hurt Watari. He managed to keep semi-calm, hands still trembling... (maybe he should let go of the desk) as he asked, "What do you mean he sold himself?"

notWatari: Watari--or.. not Watari--crossed his legs and explained in a very Watari-ish manner. "Your scientist here couldn't cope with that Muraki fellow anymore. Knowing that it will hurt all his friends. Hurt Tsuzuki. Hurt Bon and you by hurting Tsuzuki. Very tragic." He wiped away an imaginary tear. "Something so selfless deserved a reward I thought, before we go take care of that mortal." That smile did not suit Watari's face at all. "So I decided to give him what he's not willing to take."
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Rhea-sama · Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 4:53 pm Post subject:

((Innappropriate touching starts soon))

Tatsumi: Tatsumi's stomach did a sickening flip at that smile. You idiot.... You IDIOT!!! He cursed Watari. His friend... his stupid, stupid friend. (Also, Tatsumi had been ignoring the exposure of Watari's flesh now that he knew.) "Leave him." Tatsumi ordered darkly.

notWatari: "Make me--oh that's right, you can't. You haven't been out in the field for half a century."

Tatsumi: "My duty away from the field has nothing to do with my skill." On cue, Tatsumi's shadow tried again in binding the man, much stronger this time, much more fierce. (But careful, not to harm Watari too heavily.)

notWatari: "TATSUMI---!!" It was a blood-curdling shriek, and Watari was crying, screaming, straining against the shadows. "TATSUMI--!! I'm so sorry! Tatsumi I never.. you know I.. I DIDN'T THINK HE'D DO THIS! I was supposed to just go away and, and-- I'm sorry!"

Tatsumi: Tatsumi's shadow had immediately released the man when he heard the scream, saw him crying... (Even if it was a trick, he'd take the risk.) But his heart snapped at something Watari had said. Supposed to go away? He was shocked by his own actions as he was quickly holding the blond in his arms, as if that'd keep him there. (And if he was too late, he hoped to GODS that Watari felt it. That he cared.) He was finally able to say, "How do I stop him?!"

notWatari: It was as if a switch had been flipped, "Did you like talking to him Tatsumi-san? I can let him talk again..."

Tatsumi: His eyes flashed a violent flare when he heard the demon's voice, his grip on 'Watari' actually tightening. "............................please."

notWatari: "Tatsumi!" Watari clutched at the man spasmodically, "I--he's too strong I.. I can't.. Oh gods I can't....I'm trying, still trying and he's.. he's laughing at me Tatsumi..."

Tatsumi: I want to give him strength. Tatsumi was leaning up on his desk as he held, no, hugged Watari, his chin resting on the blonde's shoulder. "Keep trying. For me." He said softly. "And know that no matter what happens, it's not your fault." Tatsumi couldn't explain why he'd placed a gentle kiss on Watari's cheek.

notWatari: "I'm still sorry Tatsumi.. I lo--" His words were cut off by mocking laughter and arms around the secretary's waist. "Did you like that Tatsumi-san? Isn't it delightfully tragic? I can let him talk as I take you, you know. Would you like that? You can scream together."

Tatsumi: He was starting to like it better when he'd thought it was Watari he was trying to fight off of his body. The secretary didn't bother to move away yet... still holding Watari, ignoring the demon.

notWatari: "My host does love you very much... amusingly so..." He stole a kiss.

Tatsumi: "Shut up," he growled, still not showing any signs of moving.

notWatari: "He thinks you're 'the one'." A snicker. "Too bad he's destined to be alone.. as he should be.. weak.. broken.. useless.."

Tatsumi: "You know nothing."

notWatari: "I know everything." He chirped. It was an exact replica of Watari's claim. He kissed down Tatsumi's chest.

Tatsumi: "He's not alone." And Tatsumi felt he'd never let him be alone. The man's touches had no effect on him now, not anymore. He wondered if he could make it to the door, or if someone might come. (A knock at least...)

notWatari: "Well no, he has me. And his insecurities to keep him company." He started to undo Tatsumi's pants. "Hmm he does have good taste though.. you are not unpleasant to look at."

Tatsumi: "I'm here, too. I've always been here." Do you hear me you idiot? Tatsumi tried to get another glimpse at the mark on Watari's neck.

notWatari: "Touch it." The demon sounded amused.

Tatsumi: Tatsumi reached a hand out, as though he would touch it, but never did. He traced his fingers around it closely, buying him time.

notWatari: His hand passed over those fingers, pressing them to the red indentation in Watari's skin. Like it had been burned there, or carved.

Tatsumi: Lips twisted into a disgusted frown, wincing at the touch. What the hell did you do? Another damn experiment? "How did he get this?"

notWatari: "That's mine. The mark of our contract. Much prettier than Saga's no?"

Tatsumi: "I didn't ask where it came from. Tell me what happened."

notWatari: "He summoned me, we talked, we made a deal, he agreed, I entered his body, I marked my property."

Tatsumi: "Fool." The comment was obviously aimed at Watari.

notWatari: "Isn't he though? I love the smart, self-sacrificing ones. They're so much fun to break.."

Tatsumi: A faint smile. "He won't break."

Tatsumi: He's too stubborn.

notWatari: This sent the demon into hysterics.

Tatsumi: Earning said demon a cold glare.

notWatari: He unzipped the secretary's slacks. "Oohhhh Tatsumi, Tatsumi, Tatsumi... you are a funny little man. Don't you know?"

Tatsumi: "I know he's a stubborn fool." Was he really just going to let the demon... take him???

notWatari: "He's cracked. Insane. Broken, weak, insecure, oblivious..."

Tatsumi: "He isn't." Other wise... I wouldn't have gotten to speak to him like that... right?

notWatari: "Oh he hides it well.. he copes.. he doesn't want you all to see.." Kisses, which were more like touches of the mouth really. "He's afraid.....petrified. It's amusing."

Tatsumi: No. Tatsumi still didn't react to the demons actions, but he traced his fingers down an arm of Watari's. "You aren't broken. Or weak... You know that."

notWatari: He let Tatsumi's slacks fall to the floor. "He doesn't want me to say this, but he's thinking 'Oh Tatsumi, if you only knew the truth'--and hating himself for those thoughts. He doesn't want his friends to leave him because he's insane.."

Tatsumi: Tatsumi met the demon's eyes, hoping Watari could see him. He smiled. "I'm sorry. Sorry you didn't feel you could come to me with all this. I won't leave you."

notWatari: "He doesn't want you to see his worthlessness. After all, how much does he cost the department yearly with his experiments?" His hands worked over Tatsumi's briefs, working at the crotch and mapping the man's rear.

Tatsumi: That got his attention on the demon and his intentions. His hand grabbed at Watari's arm at the touches, hissing. "You aren't worthless. And you don't cost us nearly as much as Tsuzuki does."

notWatari: "But he's not worth enough for you to love. It's never enough. Even though he's a genius, no other facet matches up to his intellect. He's deficient everywhere else." Nervermind that he was holding himself up to an impossible standard. "I remedy that. He's powerful now, not the weak thing he normally is." His hands continued working, "He's a faliure through and through."
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Rhea-sama · Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 7:19 pm Post subject:

Tatsumi: Tatsumi finally forced himself to move, getting off of the desk, away from those hands. He was slightly flushed in the face. "He's worth plenty and he knows that." It's you that's filling his head with this crap.

notWatari: The demon followed him, warm hands running over Tatsumi's body. "I'm just exposing everything he's swept under the rug."

Tatsumi: Tatsumi moved away again, picking up his jacket as he did. "He and I will discuss that later...."

notWatari: But he stuck to Tatsumi like a burr, hooking a foot around his ankles and jerking sharply. "He won't be around later."

Tatsumi: He fell backward, reaching out to hold onto Watari so he didn't fall. "Oh? And why not?"

notWatari: Watari however, simply fell forward, in order to pin the man to the ground. "He and I are going a'Muraki hunting of course. And after that he'll be mine. I doubt Enma will want a demon possessed Shinigami anyways... especially one who entered the contract willingly."

Tatsumi: "Why?" he asked Watari, the thought of being pinned by the demon the least of his worries at the moment.

notWatari: "He just wanted to do something useful for a change," Watari nuzzled at the back of Tatsumi's neck. "He wanted to protect the three of you, Bon, Purple-eyes, and you. There was no other way he could do this... besides.. it was his sector.."

Tatsumi: I'll make you come back. I'll MAKE you, Watari, you selfish....bastard! Tatsumi wrapped his arms around the other, a hand coming to rest comfortably on the back of Watari's head. "Didn't you think about the effect your actions would have on others? Us? Dammit, me?!"

notWatari: The demon narrowed his eyes, "Oh don't bother pretending. You don't love him. He knows it." The demon started hiking down Tatsumi's briefs.

Tatsumi: Blue-gray eyes stared up. "I didn't think so, either." he admitted. He still didn't know, but... wasn't his reaction to a lot of this enough?

notWatari: "Then what's the problem?" The demon snapped, working on Watari's belt.

Tatsumi: "I didn't see how much you meant until the thought of loosing you entered my mind."

notWatari: "Isn't it always like that? You never know how much something is worth until it's taken away." The belt was tossed aside.

Tatsumi: "I haven't lost him yet." Tatsumi pointed out. He would allow this... scream if he had to, anything to get Watari to come back.

notWatari: Watari divested himself of his clothes. "And what if this was all a brilliant, elaborate ruse just to get into your pants? What would you do then?" Oh how he loved to sow the seeds of doubt.

Tatsumi: Tatsumi ignored him, again. It was easy so far, he only had a problem when it spoke about Watari, "confessing" things to him. And for some reason, he didn't dare even glance over at Watari's body.

notWatari: It licked his collarbone. "But really.. if you do.. feel for him, then what's the problem with this is what I meant." In reference to the sex/rape in progress.

Tatsumi: Tatsumi shuddered at the warm lick. "It's not him. Doesn't even feel like him."

notWatari: "And what would he feel like?" The demon was amused, "Have you thought about it?"

Tatsumi: To Watari. "Small, light touches from the past have given me a good idea. That and your personality."

notWatari: "How sentimental..." The demon stroked them both a few times.

Tatsumi: Tatsumi kept trying to hold eye contact with the other, trying to see, find that idiot Watari. (It was a little difficult with the demon stroking him.) His face more flushed again, he still kept at least one eye open.

notWatari: "Tell me what you see.. Tatsumi.." He let out a gusty breath.

Tatsumi: "I'm.. looking for him."

notWatari: "He can't come to the phone right now, may I please take a message?" The demon smiled as he continued stroking..

Tatsumi: Tatsumi tried to separate his mind from what was going on between his legs. "Yes. You can tell him to hurry the hell up and come back to me."

notWatari: "Mmmhmm.. maybe if you use your imagination and pretend like it's him..maybe that will be what causes him to 'break through' haha." The demon applied both hands to Tatsumi.

Tatsumi: Tatsumi reached for the shoulders above him, just needing anything to hold onto. He did have a plan, but he wouldn't pretend that this was Watari. I'll scream bloody murder if I have to, Watari. Tatsumi's face became a little more flushed at the contact.

notWatari: The demon squeezed a little, before rolling Tatsumi's erection between his palms, as though trying to create fire.. which.. in a way he was.

Tatsumi: Tatsumi did not give the demon his appreciation, only growling, hissing, and cursing at the touches. Sadly he couldn't will his body not to react. Apparently, seeing Watari was enough for that.

notWatari: With a smirk the demon made its way down to where his hands were, breathing on Tatsumi's hardness and then licking the full, red head, hands still working. It spoke between licks, "You taste lovely Tatsumi Seiichiro of the Judgement Bureau. And so much power.. Like to be my next host when I'm finished with your friend here?"

Tatsumi: "AhhhNhh," It was a frustrated sound, not wanting this, any of it, to feel good. Tatsumi listened to the demon's words with interest, hope. Maybe. He allowed himself to moan, a low purr in his throat. "Why... don't you?" A gasp. "Sooner than later. I would be a much stronger host than he could provide you."

notWatari: A slow lick again, "Go on.."

Tatsumi: Another loud gasp, clutching at those shoulders strongly off and on. "After... this." Tatsumi's shadow came to caress the demon's back. "I would be more than happy to be the one... to strike down Muraki. With help, of course."

notWatari: The demon continued to lick him, pumping his hands a bit harder. "Not good enough."

Tatsumi: "Then what?" he breathed out.

notWatari: "Think up some terms..." It may be his body, but you will come for me. Liiiiiiick, "We can make a deal. What do you want.... Seiichiro?"
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Tatsumi: "Unnnh. I want you... to release him." Tatsumi's shadow played gently around the mark on his neck.

notWatari: "I'll think about it.."

Tatsumi: Tatsumi managed to stop his reactions to firmly say, "No. Release him and take me, the bigger fish. Just tell me your terms..."

notWatari: It smiled before nuzzling his inner thigh, "Aww.. so heartwarming. He doesn't want you to. How cuuute." It was speaking very patronizingly.... then, "Tatsumi.." the voice was small, "Tatsumi don't.." His hands were still working. The demon had only freed him vocally--he sounded tired. "Tatsumi don't you dare.. let him."

Tatsumi: Hearing your voice only makes my decision more clear. He smiled, telling the Watari he was sorry. He ignored the other's plea. "Name... your terms."

notWatari: "G-gods DAMN you Tatsumi don't! Please, you have no idea... don't do this for me!"

Tatsumi: Gently, "Shut up, Watari."

notWatari: "If my hands were mine to control I'd hit you right now." As it was they were rather occupied... "I'm not worth it! And you don't deserve..."

Tatsumi: "Let me decide what's worth it, alright?"

notWatari: "Fu--oh gods... I'm going to do that anyways..." I wish this was me doing this. "I really do l--My terms."

Tatsumi: "Your terms?" Tatsumi's gasps and moans were gone from his voice now. Hurry up already.

notWatari: Once again he punctuated each thing with a lick, "My terms.. we finish this with no complaints and no... fighting." That mobile tongue swirled around a complete circle, "Two... I complete the terms of the first contract with your friend.." A smirk. "And three, you wait here until I come back for you."

Tatsumi: After a moment of thinking over the demon's terms. "I... have a problem with the second one."

notWatari: "Mmhmm.. I thought you might.. that's it. Take it, or leave it."

Tatsumi: No! "Are you sure... I can't persuade you in any other way?"

notWatari: "Quite positive.. I am bound by my own kind's laws after all.." His fingers centralized their actions on a cluster of very sensitive nerves.

Tatsumi: Fingers clenched around hard shoulders, nails slightly digging into warm flesh. "And.. ah! ..what about Watari?"

notWatari: "Hmm?" The demon smiled pleasantly as he continued to stroke Tatsumi to the very brink of completion.

Tatsumi: "He'll--be unharmed?" Tatsumi was speaking about both physically and mentally.

notWatari: "No worse than he has been."

Tatsumi: "Answer me!"

notWatari: "No worse than he has been." The demon repeated

Tatsumi: "I will not... comply unless you agree... to leave him unharmed..."

notWatari: "I won't harm him any further than I have already. This I swear... now... come for me... scream.." Golden eyes lit up in anticipation.

Tatsumi: Tatsumi threw his head back, not yet willing to scream, thrusting forward, letting go of himself finally, letting his body's needs take over.

notWatari: The demon smiled and gathered the slightly sticky fluid. "Waste not." And not giving the poor secretary a grace period, it slathered the semen on a couple of fingers and inserted them into the tight opening, one after the other in a swift succession.

Tatsumi: He released a small vocal cry at the sudden intrusion, instinctively tensing, tightening around the fingers.

notWatari: Watari's face loomed somewhere over his with a sinister smirk pasted on his face--even though it wasn't his smirk. The demon thrust his hand back and forth, scissoring his fingers. "Want to know what he's doing right now?"

Tatsumi: Tatsumi couldn't see the smirk, his eyes clenched shut. He tried to relax, forced himself to... "N-no..."

notWatari: "He's fighting me. Not for his own sake but for yours. It's quite hilarious.. Picture this.." The demon bent down to kiss Tatsumi, a parody of love. "..it's rather like he's trapped in a glass globe.. and I'm there too.. inside and out. And he keeps running at me, only to get thrown down again.." It positioned himself at that tight hole, before pushing in, none too gently. "Haaah. He's not strong enough to beat me. So much for the maxim 'love conquers all.'"

Tatsumi: Thank god he'd relaxed SOME before the damn thing thrust into him, but that hardly meant he didn't cry out in agony at the painful burn he felt. God dammit, his eyes were burning too. "A-and.. He'll keep coming at you, too."

notWatari: The demon smirked down at him, but there were tears. Tears that had nothing to do with it's spiteful words or harmful actions. Tears that were Watari's. "Or until he runs into that wall often enough.." A thrust.

Tatsumi: Oh that thrust didn't help the pain at all. Tatsumi couldn't help but be tense, making his pain worse, and he knew he felt blood. He bit his lip to keep from screaming. "He can break that wall..." He paused to take a steady breath. "He's a hard headed man, after all."

notWatari: The demon bent down to whisper in his ear. "You feel soooo good. Did you know that? It's remarkable how well you two fit.. even with this rough handling.."

Tatsumi: Tatsumi finally noticed the warmth, tears that weren't his. He ignored the demon again, resting his head against Watari's beside him, whispering back, "I'm fine."

notWatari: "He wants to die...again." The demon whispered as it began to thrust, starting a regular pattern.

Tatsumi: The thrusts were making the burn more intense, the stinging causing his eyes water more. (But he would bite straight through his tongue before he let a tear fall for Watari to see.) Tatsumi tried wrapping his legs around the other, giving him a better angle. "You don't want to die..." He flinched. "You want to give this demon hell, fighting him."

notWatari: The tears only seemed to increase, blinding the demon. "Weakling," it hissed--speaking to Watari. Think your tears will stop me? Suddenly, Watari's hands gripped Tatsumi's with pressure enough to bend bone. "I'll break his hands if you do that again. Just to start."

Tatsumi: He made a startled yell at the grip. Tatsumi really couldn't help that... He couldn't be expected to keep silent through all pain. But that's all that he let out, that one yell. He tightened his mouth shut, and thought about fighting back for a moment, but thought better of it.

notWatari: "Better," the demon growled as it continued to thrust, panting slightly with the physical effort. "That's right.. oooh.. interesting..." The demon licked his ear. "Our little crazy has some hidden redeming qualities to him.."
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Tatsumi: It was a horrible thought, Tatsumi had almost, for a second, wanted the demon to lick him again. Touch him, anywhere, just give him pleasure with the pain. But as soon as he heard it refer to Watari again, he only wanted pain. And as usual, he ignored the demon.

notWatari: There was a moan in the back of Watari's throat, his eyes still streaming. "Haaannmm... Guess.. what I found... while.. poking around..."

Tatsumi: Tatsumi was even gracious enough to keep his shadow on the job of giving the body above him soft touches, caressing him. (Though it was hard to put his mind into the task) "Shut up." He didn't care. He didn't want to know if it was something Watari wanted to hide.

notWatari: The demon practically purred into those touches. "It's delightful really... maybe I'll keep this one after all.."

Tatsumi: "No!" Tatsumi started move in rhythm with the demon, pushing back, thrusting slightly.

notWatari: "Hmmm but knowledge is power." A groan. "And.. oh.. he has access to so much of it... Enma shouldn't be so careless with his property.."

Tatsumi: "Exactly.... They'll give you hell if you take him."

notWatari: "I can give it right back.. this sort of thing is worth a fortune in the demonic underground..."

Tatsumi: "Gods... dammit..." his voice sounded brokenly desperate. Tatsumi brought his mouth to Watari's, "What do you want in exchange for him?"

notWatari: "Nothing you can give.. sorry. I had no idea I held the key to the Ministry's entire information subsystem. I'm sure this will keep maaany demons happy." He pecked Tatsumi on the lips, thrusting harder as completion drew near. "Your chivalry is adorable though, I must say."

notWatari: /Yes that's right you weren't thinking, you stupid, crazy martyr../

Tatsumi: No! That was ALL he had! He.. Tatsumi didn't know what else to do to try and save that man! He cursed Watari against the demon's lip, something warm falling down the side of his face. "You IDIOT!! You... stupid... fool..." Similar words and sentences were all that was going through his mind now.

notWatari: "I TOLD YOU" the demon roared suddenly. "NOT TO DO THAT!" it reached out to snap one of Tatsumi's wrists, even as Watari's body shuddered in the throes of orgasam.

Tatsumi: And Tatsumi shouted out in pain at the snap. (His body was getting to go to a whole new level of pain today.) Even as he was hurting, body and heart, and cursing Watari, he was still trying to think of a way to save him.

notWatari: He had to stop and catch his breath... then.. after a few minutes, he pulled out of Tatsumi, looking down on the man. "I hope you both enjoyed that... Now.. I have a mortal to take care of.."

Tatsumi: Tatsumi sat up and ignored how much it HURT to do so, the fact that he was still very exposed, bleeding, a broken wrist which he had laying in his lap like nothing was wrong with it, and ignored that one tear he'd shed. For Watari. Those shadows that had worked around the demon's, Watari's body to pleasure him now snatched him in place. Even if it was futile. Tatsumi held him in place tightly, not even caring it hurt Watari.

notWatari: "...you want me to make him fight you more? Or would you prefer to kill him yourself? I can invade your body just as easily now.."

Tatsumi: The hold tightened. Tatsumi continued to glare, showing no response.

notWatari: The demon started prising off the shadows, though not quite as easliy as before..

Tatsumi: And the shadow got larger, covering more of Watari's body in a black blanket, tightening still, cutting into skin a little.

notWatari: It hissed in pain and fought harder, "I won't be gotten rid of... thank you for helping me break him, by the way."

Tatsumi: Not listening. "You'll leave him." Tatsumi matched the demon each time it fought harder, cutting a little more deeply. You'll hurt. *I'm sorry.* You'll hurt, but you won't die. *So sorry.*

notWatari: "S-STOP IT! I'll kill the BOTH of you!" D<

Tatsumi: A smirk. "Then at least I tried. And besides, you'll die too. Look where you are. Now, come over here to your new host before I force you out."

notWatari: There were moments of tension, Watari's body writhing.. and then... the mark changed from red to black. It launched itself at Tatsumi, a long and sinuous flashing form before it dissapeared.

Tatsumi: Tatsumi was pushed back a little, immediately feeling a burn inside him everywhere.

Watari/Demon: A red mark identical to Watari's own appeared on the man's collarbone. /You will pay../

Tatsumi: /I'm alot harder to break./ Tatsumi's shadow released Watari, and he knew the other man was danger. He probably needed to hide the other somewhere in the ministry, where someone could find him. *Using his shadow, of course*

Watari/Demon: "T-tatsumi.." He croaked. "J-just... let it take m-me.. I won't let him.. hurt you anymore..."

/Isn't he devoted?/

Tatsumi: Tatsumi smiled. /He is./ "Stop worrying about me, fool," were Tatsumi's parting words as he let his shadow take Watari, transporting him safely away somewhere and locking up the knowledge of where away from the demon as best he could.
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Watari/Demon: /You don't deserve him, despoiled as he is./

Tatsumi: /True, I've always thought I don't deserve anyone./ Tatsumi tried walking...

Watari/Demon: /How right you are... He doesn't love you anyways. He only thinks he does. He's just an idiot through and through./

Tatsumi: Hurt to walk... hurt to move... Tatsumi attempted to dress himself with one hand. /Enough about him./

Watari/Demon: /Why? You obsess over him enough, why can't I?/

Tatsumi: Tatsumi had to sit back down*ow* once he'd pulled his pants back on so that he could have a better chance at buttoning them. /He is an idiot, I agree with that completely./

Watari/Demon: /Not as much as you, enticing a demon into yourself? Very risky business./

Tatsumi: /It was worth it./ Fully dressed now, even if he didn't look too decent. He had a right to, though. Going through hell can do that.

Watari/Demon: /Funny. He said the same thing. I wonder if he thinks so now../

Tatsumi: A very small, faint smile. /I'm sure he's angry right about now./ It felt strange... Having something, someone else in your head, talking back to you. Hearing your thoughts. /He better make sure he gets the medical attention he needs./ Even when you didn't it want to.

Oh well. Still no regrets.

Tatsumi testingly popped his wrist. Healed.

His desk was a mess... So was he. He was probably ruining his pants with blood stains and such. Transporting home to change sounded like a nice idea. It's not like he worked anymore, right? Or anything else....

Demon: /You are going to take tomorrow off.../

Tatsumi: /Why not?/ Assuming he has "plans" now..

Demon: /Because the day after you are going to find him... and pretend like I am gone./

Tatsumi: /He won't believe it. You were in his head, too, after all./

Demon: /His guilt will blind him./

Tatsumi: Finally /..... I still have faith in him./

Demon: /That matters little if he has no faith in himself.... and your words will not be words of encouragement. You are going to blame him--rightfully--for all the pain and bother he's caused you./

Tatsumi: Tatsumi was counting on the blond to be trying to figure out a way to stop him now. Surely... he had enough sense to do that....

Demon: /Not if you hurt him.../

Tatsumi: /I won't./

Demon: /Oh but you will.. I'll make you./

Tatsumi: /I'm not as easy to will as Watari./

Demon: /Hardly... It's in your nature to hurt others. It won't be that difficult for me to make you./

Tatsumi: The words had hit a nerve, yes, but Tatsumi quickly covered it up.

Demon: /Watari... Tsuzuki... your mother.../

Tatsumi: It was slowly being brought back up, emotions he'd hidden, buried, tried to, rising up to the surface. He couldn't stop himself from feeling it-his heart actually aching, and he knew the demon could see it.

Demon: 'You're such a devoted son Seiichiro... Any mother would be so lucky to have you..'

Tatsumi: /Enough./

Demon: /Think you can stop me?/ 'Stop, Seiichiro.. stop! Please stop!'

Tatsumi: Why couldn't Tatsumi see? Right, he had his eyes clenched shut, making the images he was reliving more real. He felt his hands shaking as he tried to hold his head up, leaning forward in his chair.

Demon: 'Seiichiro.. won't you come to bed?' Was that his mother or Tsuzuki?

Tatsumi: He was breathing slowly, forcing himself to calm down. And his main focus was... Watari. One might look at it in a sad way, but Tatsumi didn't have memories like that, painful, with the blond. So, he kept that foolish man in his thoughts, a pillar. And when Tatsumi forced himself to look up, he was home.

Demon: /He enjoyed raping you, you know. All of it./

Tatsumi: /I don't believe that./

Demon: /Of course you don't. Really though, why would I lie? It's not like I can't break you by other means. I just thought you'd like to know./

Tatsumi: /Oh, but I don't believe that because it's not true. And even if it is in some way, it would be your fault./ Tatsumi relaxed on his couch.... He didn't feel like standing right now...

Demon: /So none of it has anything to do with his desperation to feel loved, in particular by you? Oh I see how it is. Blame the demon. You humans and Shinigami all blame your own faults and problems on us./

Tatsumi: /Maybe if you would stop possessing those we care for, we wouldn't have to./

Demon: /Humph. Only a very small percentile can claim the glory of demonic possession. You should feel honored. You are among a privileged minority./

Tatsumi: /Oh, I am honored..../ What would happen if he fell asleep? Would the demon...?

Demon: /You are going to give him such a thrashing... I wonder if he'll still love you after that... Oh I hope he does./

Tatsumi: /He'll know./ Dammit, he had to.

Demon: /He'll feel like he deserves it.. maybe he'll beg you for more... Beg 'us' for more if he does know./

Tatsumi: /He wouldn't./ Tatsumi was, of course, telling the demon this and not himself. (But maybe he was, since the demon was inside him.)

Demon: /Who knows... maybe it will be therapeutic for you../

Tatsumi: /I doubt that.../

Demon: /It's his fault for not fighting hard enough. If he felt anything for you, even as a friend, he wouldn't have let you get raped... Then again you really weren't putting up much of a fight.. One might even say you whored yourself out for his sake.... Then again, what else can I expect from a man who used to sleep with his mother as a cheap replacement of an unloving, absent father?/

Tatsumi: His pillar... the thought of Watari, didn't help him this time. He almost thought that stabbing himself would be worth it if the demon could feel it. /We were in the middle of a deal when you did that!/ Tatsumi growled, referring to the first part.
Demon: /Like the deal you and your mother had? You called her by her name, and she by your father's. I find it simply fasc-i-na-ting that you killed her when she called you 'Seiichiro' by mistake./

Tatsumi: Tatsumi was shaking.... Shadows lashed out at lamps, breaking the coffee table in front of him, and slicing up a good bit of his couch. "SHUTUP!!" he'd lost his cool composure rather quickly with that.

Demon: /Aw, boo hoo hoo for you. I know what will cheer you up!/

Tatsumi: Tatsumi cringed at that. He was, possibly, feeling the down side to this now.

Demon: 'N-no no no no 'm not crazy.' 'Classic symptoms of schizophrenia include hearing voices, hallucinations, inability to tell reality from fantasy...' 'Did that toaster move?' 'SHUT UP! SHUT UP! STOP TALKING! I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT!' Watari's voice and memories played across Tatsumi's mind.

Tatsumi: Thankful that most of his memories with the other were mostly pleasant. Or seemed so now. The memories didn't make Tatsumi feel any better or worse, but he would take them... gladly.

Demon: 'How can you tell when a genius has gone mad?" "Brilliance and insanity go hand in hand" "--Having your son committed--" "Keeps hearing stuff talking to him. Tables, chairs, doors, you name it.." 'I can't tell if I'm crazy anymore... I can't tell if I care anymore..' 'I want out of this place' 'I can pretend I'm not crazy...' 'what did I... do!?' 'I'm a genius right? I can fool them...' 'Just.. STOP TALKING! THINGS DON'T TALK! DON'T MOVE EITHER! JUST STOPPIT!' "My stick figures ran away.."

Tatsumi: Tatsumi didn't respond, or tried not to. He didn't want to show any kind of reaction to the demon in fear, fear!, of what else it might do, show him. He did know, that a lot of times through those memories, Tatsumi would have done anything if he could've just held Watari.

Demon: "I wish I was a bird, then I could just fly away.." "Sad story 'bout him.." 'I just don't care anymore... I'm stuck here.. I can't get out any other way..' "Stopped eating.." 'I wish I'd been born an empty-headed female and married off with kids instead of a crazed genius.' 'I wish I had discovered something that changed the world...' 'There's so much I regret..'

Tatsumi: /.....Watari.../ the thought was so broken, sad, and a touch of something else.

Demon: /Did you like that Tatsumi-san?/ It's 'voice' was mocking. /I found all sorts of interesting things inside that head of his. You know more about his past than he does. Isn't that a stitch?/

Tatsumi: Tatsumi hated that it took such a horrible event to make him realize just how much that blond-headed fool meant to him...

Demon: /Sleep./ It was a command. /Have troubled dreams./

Tatsumi: /No./ was his fighting response. Tatsumi knew it probably wouldn't last long, either, his fight... He was so tired. Of hearing, seeing, feeling... living.

Neither option looked promising. Listen to the demon in his head or go to sleep and dream of god knows what.

Demon: /Sleep Tatsumi. Be a good boy../ the 'voice' took on a more feminine quality. /Be a good boy for mother.../

Tatsumi: /Stop it.../ Tatsumi tried to get up, walk around, move so that he could stay awake.

Demon: /Why should I?/

Tatsumi: He couldn't help but think, /Because you're driving me mad./ in response.

Demon: /Now you know how Watari feels./

Tatsumi: /I think I know plenty of how he feels now thanks to you./ He shot back, probably not the best idea to sound snappy to a demon inside of one's self. Tatsumi had made his way to the bedroom... ???

Demon: /Would you like to know more?/ It asked coyly, brining Tatsumi's body over to the bed.

Tatsumi: /I think I know enough.../ Tired.

Demon: /Sleep... sleep for a day.../

Tatsumi: /A day?!/ Tatsumi shot up off of the bed, or tried to. Dammit, this was going a little quicker than he had thought.

Demon: /Yes. You need your rest after all../

Tatsumi: He brought a hand up to his face, placing it on his forehead. At least he could do that. Maybe he could force his eyes to stay open... /What are you going to do?/

Demon: /Hmph./ It was carried with an annoying 'smirk'. Then it exerted it's will, sleep.

Tatsumi: And Tatsumi's hand fell to his side as he fell into a troubled sleep.

Demon: ....*time passes*....

Tatsumi: Finally waking up, or he deeply hoped he was awake now, Tatsumi made an effort to move.

Demon: /Get up sunshine, it's actually been two days. I lied. ^^/

Tatsumi: ?! /Two? ...I../ For some reason, Tatsumi's first reaction was to go look in a mirror, as if thinking he may see the reflection of a monster.

Demon: Just Tatsumi.. a little haggard.. a little unkempt, but still Tatsumi. His eyes perhaps a slightly different shade of blue.. The demon took over, putting the man through his paces, cleaning him up and getting him to work. /Ready to face Yutaka?/

Tatsumi: /No,/ he admitted. Of course he wasn't. But he still had that faint hope that Watari would know.... see past this...

Demon/Watari: /He'll have covered for you. Called you in sick. It's the least he could have done...How nice of him./ Of course Watari would not want to admit that.. that rape.

Tatsumi: Tatsumi had been hoping Watari would warn the others. He was possessed now after all!

Demon/Watari: "Tatsumi!! Thank gods you're back!" Watari threw his arms around the other man in a hug. Not caring that it might be dangerous, he was just so relieved.. /Shove him away./ The tone was laced with such command..

Tatsumi: Tatsumi fought. And he didn't plan to ever stop fighting. /No.../ He tried to speak, warn the other.
"Watari..."

Demon/Watari: "Tatsumi..." He looked hurt at being pushed away. "I-I'm sorry.. I forgot..I mean! No! I didn't, I didn't forget!!"

/"Do not ever touch me again Watari Yutaka, is that understood?"/

Tatsumi: At least... he wasn't physically hurting Watari. Tatsumi was "looking" over the blond for injuries from yesterday. /Leave him alone... Please./

Demon/Watari: /Why? Because you love him?/ 'Snickering..' /"Do you have any idea... what you did to me? You damn fool. Your irresponsibility and IDIOCY exposed us all to great danger! At least I was able to keep myself away from work, why couldn't you have managed that? Why didn't you fight harder Watari? He wasn't so hard to beat."/ ....Watari looked down, saying nothing.

Tatsumi: /Get a grip, you idiot! You know that's not me!/ He... he wouldn't yell at the man after such an event.
Demon/Watari: /Wouldn't you? You yelled at your mother.. you even killed her. Why should this be any different?/

"T-tatsumi I'm .. I'm sorry I was only.. trying to.."

Tatsumi: His blood froze. "Be any different?"

Demon/Watari: /"You think things would be any different?"/ The demon tried to cover up /"Your crimes are inexcusable Watari... If I weren't so revolted by you I'd beat you senseless."/

"T-Tatsumi!" Watari gasped... /Want to kill him? You seem to like murdering those you've slept with./

Tatsumi: /You've done your damage to him now leave him alone./ Tatsumi couldn't help but think back to when Watari was possessed. Had it been the same for him?

Demon/Watari: "Tatsumi.. I... I know there's no excuse.. what happened.. didn't deserve to happen to you.. I just.. I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough.."

/"Of course you weren't. It took me a day and a half to get rid of him. How could you hope to rid yourself of him with your piddling power level?"/

Tatsumi: /I said leave him alone.../

Demon/Watari: / As if you could stop me. "Why are you here anyways? Shouldn't you be off screwing up somewhere else?"/

Tatsumi: Damned if Tatsumi didn't try at least. And he had to make it count... Concentrating on everything wrong in his life, afterlife, every god dammed thing that hurt but that he didn't allow to hurt... And Watari... those hurt eyes he saw right now.
He wasn't really surprised at how easy it was... but he'd finally managed to let a few tears be shed.

Demon/Watari: /You'll pay for that.../ "Tatsumi..?"

Tatsumi: /Yes, I know how much you hate the warm watery blur./

Demon/Watari: /"You hurt me... why? Why did you hurt me Watari..? You said you loved me....WHY?!"/ It was a snarl. And confused eyes turned startled as a large hand was around that windpipe. /"Is this what science does to men? Or is it just people like you and Muraki!? Answer me!!"/ The blond's lips parted in shock,

"I-I'm not.. not like.."

Tatsumi: /STOP!/

Demon/Watari: /Or you'll what?/ A mental sneer. /"You are too. It told me you enjoyed it... Is that true Watari?"/ The scientist dropped his gaze. "....Why... would.. you believe that... I.. I cried didn't I?"

Tatsumi: Tatsumi hoped that the demon's last choice of words got through to Watari. Of course he didn't believe that! The secretary was trying to control his hands, free Watari....

Demon/Watari: Those fingers tightened. "...snap my neck if it will make you feel better... don't suffer on my account Tatsumi. You've already had enough." /Told you so./

Tatsumi: Brokenly... "You would... let me kill you?!"

Demon/Watari: /"Gods you're weak."/

Tatsumi: /He is./ "Fight me, you idiot!!" Tatsumi was already proving to be more than hard to control.

Demon/Watari: "Wh-what...?" And then the light of understanding flickered in his eyes. ".......Get out of him. Now."

/"You think -you- can save him? Ha, he had to save you."/

Tatsumi: /Finally.../ An emotion of relief.

Demon/Watari: "You wanted my brain right?"

/Like everyone else who's ever encountered you../

"You wanted access to Mother right?"

/"Speaking of mothers, Tatsumi had a most -interesting- relationship with his."/

"I don't want to hear it."

Tatsumi: He would have smiled if he could. And he found it strange how he didn't care if Watari knew. Tatsumi had seen, heard so much of his life...

Demon/Watari: "I'm sure his life sucked. It's pretty much in the job description. I don't need to hear it. You've had your malicious fun, now get back in here. Sell my head to the highest bidder."
/Sounds like a plan...."I'll take you at your word then."/

Tatsumi: Tatsumi, it was him, attacked Watari with his shadow, not binding the man, but just striking at him. He wanted the blond to be able to fight back, after all. /Don't take it back, you fool! Fight it, fight me! ....dispel it or kill me in the process.../

Demon/Watari: And it was the demon who skewed the shadow so that it might aim for Watari's neck. Instinct made him dodge. "Shit man, I didn't mean literally!"

Tatsumi: Tatsumi tried to gain control of the shadows again, continuing to strike out at Watari.

Demon/Watari: "I don't know what to do!!!" /He can't fight you../

Tatsumi: "Y-es you do. You're a genius after all." He managed to send Watari a faint smile.

Demon/Watari: The demon was inching its way to the surface.. struggling.. fighting to get free. /He still bears my mark../

Tatsumi: Tatsumi feel to his knees, arms wrapped around himself as if that would hold the demon in. "Run!" he pleaded with Watari. /Get away from here, get help, something!/ he screamed at the blond in his thoughts.

Demon/Watari: But Watari was still, transfixed by the sight. Whether it was scientific curiosity or some marginal sway the demon still held over him, he stood, half turned, feet planted firmly on the ground. Then he ran... pursued by a flash of red.

Tatsumi: "No!" Tatsumi yelled at the top of his lungs. You won't take him! his voice growled, holding a threat in it. Tatsumi's shadow, once again, swallowed Watari while he was running, hoping to hide the man from the demon as he had last time.

Demon/Watari: The demon turned, sinuous and snake-like, with long spindly legs, almost fawn-like. >That is the second time you have interfered Shinigami. I will not be so forgiving this time...< But secretly.. it knew.. it knew its time had come.. It was so weak physically, and drained from running at such speeds.

Tatsumi: Tatsumi looked up to face his enemy, cold sapphire eyes staring dangerously. "Forgiving? Oh, allow me to show you just how forgiving I am, demon." He was still weak, but Tatsumi brought his shadow out to attack the demon, showing no mercy.

Demon/Watari: There was an inhuman shriek as it died, flinging a final blast in Tatsumi's direction. The mark on the secretary's chest dissolved away.

Tatsumi: The blast hit him, Tatsumi being too tired to have energy to even move. He was sent back, the impact throwing him up against a wall, that all too well known sickening burn of pain in his left shoulder.

Watari: Watari came out of hiding. Though he'd been disoriented for a moment, he hadn't been all that far away, and he simply had to follow the noise in order to find Tatsumi, on the floor and leaning against the wall in pain.

Tatsumi: Tatsumi hadn't really noticed Watari there... He was trying to remove his jacket, undo his vest and open up his shirt to see the brand. His hand shaking the whole time. Was it really dead?

Watari: "H-hey, watch your shoulder!" Watari was kneeling beside him. And if I didn't still feel so damn guilty, that sight would be bloody tempting..

Tatsumi: Tatsumi's head snapped up, shoulder forgotten, looking at Watari square in the eyes. "Are you...? Alright?" Is that really....YOU?

Watari: Watari heard both questions. "He's gone if that's what you're asking...The mark's gone.." Mostly.. "But I'd be lying if I said I was 'alright.'"

Tatsumi: Leaning against the wall, which hurt, he moved his hands aside so Watari could look at the wound. "I'm sorry." he breathed. .

Watari: Watari blinked as his hands--hands that had once hurt the other man--gently brushed over skin. "You're sorry? Sorry for what?!" He sounded surprised.

Tatsumi: "Your neck," he said simply, relaxing under the touch.

Watari: "It's fine. Nothing to worry about..." Watari avoided his gaze. "Tatsumi, I'm really, really sorry about everything... I should never have done it in the first place..."

Tatsumi: "No," sharply, "you shouldn't have..."

Watari: "I'm sorry.."

Tatsumi: "Please just... don't do anything like that again. Selling yourself to a demon. How could you...?" Dammit, why did he hurt in more ways than one?

Watari: "I... I don't.. know..." He attempted to smile, "No more making major afterlife decisions while high on acid fumes."

Tatsumi: Tatsumi weakly smiled back. For some reason, now thinking over all the things the demon had told him, showed him. "Is it bad?" he asked, motioning to his shoulder.

Watari: "Hold still for a moment.." He turned Tatsumi gently to look at it.. ".... Nah. Just banged up. A touch dislocated, but you should be healed up in a few minutes. I can get you some painkillers if you like..." .

Tatsumi: Almost tempted to say yes, "No." And he was silent for a while, staring off at where the demon had fallen. Did they even know it's name? He didn't really think of it as strange or odd when he took Watari in his arms.

Watari: Watari wasn't sure what to think... but he clung to Tatsumi with a vengeance, shaking ever-so-slightly with unshed tears and terrors. "S-sorry..."

Tatsumi: "I know," he whispered, returning the tight embrace. "Everything's fine now."

Watari: "Wish I could believe that.."

Tatsumi: "And why not?"

Watari: "....Because... because things are so.. so..... ....damaged... right now..."

Tatsumi: "Maybe... But I think it'll heal a lot faster like this." Tatsumi said, resting his head against Watari's beside him.

Watari: "How...?" He sounded so lost...

Tatsumi: "Just.... like this." was all he could say, hands placed on the others back, moving them in a slow relaxing manner for Watari. .

Watari: He wanted to say ... so many things. Apologies, questions, dreads, confessions.. but all he could do was clutch a little harder to Tatsumi's jacket and gnaw his lip worriedly.

Tatsumi: Tatsumi's hold loosened some and his head slumped forward a little, his body going limp as he finally slipped into darkness. (Very weak.... hosting a demon... then fighting it... all that.)

Watari: Watari placed a light kiss on the man's cheek and whispered, "Thank you..." He saved me twice.. after all I did... he saved me. Twice. With difficulty, He hoisted the man up and carried him to a couch, where he could lay down in relative comfort.

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