I'm putting two stories here. The first is shorter.
Title: The Job
Genre: Drama/Romance/Angst
Summery: Tatsumi and Watari had dated off and on for decades but a recent fight had them on their last strings of connection. Tatsumi has a terrible awakening and realizes he needs Watari more than he wants to admit, but before he gets a chance to mend things, Watari is kidnapped! What twist lay before the secretary of Meifu as he follows the clues to find his beloved? Will there be a happy ending, or one less shinigami in the office by the end?
rating: pg16insh for violence and swearing.
Watari's eyes slid closed tightly as the words fell from Tatsumi's lips like bombs. "We need to spend some time appart." He'd said them so many times before and each time tore out just a little more of his heart. "Yes. I agree. We're fighting a lot again." There was an uncomfortable silence between them for several moments, each lost in his own thoughts about what had transpired for the fifth time now in thirty or so years. Every time Watari seriously concidered calling it quits for good. Tatsumi was playin his usual game and Watari was sick of it. He needed absolution. One way or another he just wish the man would make up his mind. What exscuse would he have for sepparating himself from the blond this time? It was always different. The blue eyed secretary who balanced all the budgets in their department, tried his damndest to keep them in the black every month, did all the case reports...couldn't keep his lies straight. Watari looked up into those cold blue seas for a moment and opened his mouth to speak but the words refused to come out. He didn't want to hear another lie. Finally resolving to leave, he spun quickly on his heel and exited the office before the tears could start. He practically ran down the hall, ignoring the odd glances from emplyees in his way as he felt them slowly slide down his cheeks. 'Damn it! Why are you crying anyway?! He'll come crawling back on his knees begging to take me back and like the love sick fool I am I'll accept him and this circle will begin again two weeks from now!' But a nagging fear ached in the back of his mind. 'What if he doesn't? What if this really is the end? I'll never be able to look at him again. Not the same way. I love him so much and still he's half cold to me. After thirty four and a half years we should be sollid by now.' And then another thought entered his mind. 'I knew it was different last night. Too tired, he said. Too tired to even kiss me goodnight. I should have seen it coming...It's like that every time.' He closed his eyes again, feeling his tears fall onto the soft folds of his shirt and 003 flew out from under his coat collar as he locked the door. He would have no visitors this afternoon. He'd spend the entire rest of the day with his beloved owl. She was his only comfort in times like this. She stayed loyally through his fights and explosions, mental break downs and joys, tears. She loved him the way he wanted Tatsumi to; unconditionally. He took her gently into his hands and whispered softly to her as he sat in one of the computer desk chairs. "I love you without reason and without fault or blame my girl. Please don't ever leave me, you're my greatest tresure." She whoo'd softly back and gently brushed his cheek with her wing, as if to say it was going to be alright. So there he sat for the rest of the day, eventually falling asleep and she curled herself in his hands and fell asleep too. Outside Tatsumi stared into the window at the still figures. 'If only I could make up my mind.'
-----
After some sleep, Watari felt much better. He simply had to wait out Tatsumi's need to be alone. predictably he'd realize he still loved the blond and say he was sorry. Watari smiled at the thought of the make up kiss. Tatsumi was a damn good kisser and just one would bring him to his knees and make him forgive any crime Tatsumi could commit. It was uppon entering the office for Tatsumi's daily lecture on not blowing things up, However, that his world and his happy thoughts came crashing down around his ankles. All he really saw was a blurr of matching brown hair and movements too familiar for comfort, but really that was all he needed to see. Tatsumi suddenly shoved Tsuzuki back as he noticed the dazed blond before them. This time Watari didn't care if Tatsumi saw him cry. He couldn't face this right now and without a single sound he took off back down the hall, ignoring Tatsumi's shouts to wait. That was the last staw. He could forgive Tatsumi anything. Anything at all including murder but his best friend? It was too much. He didn't bother to close the door as he pounded through the entrance to his lab. Fine, if he wanted Tsuzuki, he could have him. But Watari was going to make him pay in the only way he knew how to hurt the man. He only had to glance the concerned owl for her to take flight away from the room and as soon as she was a safe distance away he began. Everything breakable he could find found it's self in pieces on the floor. He didn't care what was in them. When he couldn't find anymore to break he picked up a large shard of glass and rolled up his sleeve, placing it to his wrist and turning to the door just in time for Tatsumi and Tsuzuki to appear. "So is it like this everytime?! Why don't you just end it now?! Or do I need to bleed for you to give a damn?!" Tatsumi took a step but Watari mearly glared and pressed the sharp glass into his skin. Tatsumi stopped and Watari let up, allowing the shallow cut to heal. "Get the hell out or I'll do it again." His voice was rough and Tatsumi was afraid to argue. "Watari please listen to me!" Watari shook his head, tears flowing uncontrolled. "Get the FUCK out! NOW!" Tsuzuki was silent, terrified Watari would really hurt himself and pulled Tatsumi back. "Let him cool down first. let's go before he hurts himself." Watari let out an insane laugh as they slowly backed away. "I'm calm. I'm fine. I'm always fine. Don't you dare think this is over by a long shot! Just you wait until I can think clear enough to get back at you." He dropped the glass shard and fell to his knees as he heard their footsteps leaving. His sobs could be heard from several rooms away. All he had now were his empty threats and his beloved 003 who flutted down into his lap and snuggled close. He looked into her eyes for a moment before his own closed and he slumped over having exhosted himself into a faint. 003 took flight, going to alert whoever would follow her and Watari was left to his dreams.
----
Days passed at a snails pace for Tatsumi and with good reason, Watari refused to even look at him. On the one hand he had a very hurt lover, and on the other...Tsuzuki of course was blaming himself but he hadn't known that Tatsumi had just broken up with Watari the night before. Tsuzuki was just another innocent bistander in Tatsumi's twisted world. He'd given Watari exscuse after exscuse as to why he wanted to spend time appart, but none of them were real. He wasn't even sure himself why he felt this way and the more he thought about it, the more he began to realize that he truly was quite deeply in love with the blond, give or take all his problems. Finally he decided he would do his best to win him back. After days of heavy thought and sleepless nights he'd finally made up his mind to stay with the blond forever. He just hoped it wasn't too late.
----
At the same moment, Watari was going over his latest attempt at some potion or other but it was half hearted. More like something to do to stop himself from crying. He'd cleaned up all the glass and had brought in tupperwear containers to put his concoctions in which took up more room, but at least it was something. He set the pen down and glanced behind him as he heard foot steps but no one was there. He shrugged off the uneasy feeling of being watched and stood, prepareing to get something out of the cupboard above his head, however suddenly a white cloth was placed over his mouth and nose. He instantly held his breath, realizing it was chloroform and struggled hard against the ridged figure but the grip was too strong and he found he couldn't hold his breaath anymore. Just a few sharp intakes later he fell limply into the arms and everything was gone.
----
Tatsumi sighed deeply as he knocked on the closed lab door. He really had no idea what to say but he was going to say something and he'd make it good. He glanced in the window but all he could see to his horror was a toppled chair and a piece of paper on top of it. He reached his shadows under the door to unlock it and tore in. He felt scared and sick as he read it to himself. 'Tatsumi-san. You will only know me as Loves Boundries and if you want your lover back you'll come to Peace Park tomorrow evening at six. Do not be late.' He was terrified. Who was this person and why had they kidnapped Watari? More to the point, how had they gotten into Meifu in the first place? He was determined to find these answeres, no matter what it took, and the gods be damned, he would save his beloved.
---
At six the next evening Tatsumi entered the park. They had just closed and he wandered the darkening area for what felt like hours until he heard a deep voice from behind him. He spun around but no one was their. He could swear some one had called his name. But suddenly he noticed a thick envelope laying on the ground addressed to him. His hands greedily tore it open and he pulled out six photographs and another note. The first was a close up of Watari's closed eyes. The second further away of his face, and the third further back still to see finally that he'd been stripped to the black leather body suite beneath his normal clothes. The fouth made Tatsumi weak. Watari was tied by the wrists and hanging from a hook on a long chain. The fifth showed even more. His legs were bound together at the ankles using the belts on his own boots to hold them together. And the final made Tatsumi dropped to his knees. He was hanging of a large vat of some kind that was apparently filled with a whitish liquid. His hands trembled as he dropped the pictures and took up the note. 'You have successfully avoided losing this man to acid. Be at the address below in fourty five minutes.' He had to take slow shallow breaths to calm himself but he couldn't stop shaking. He found the numbers at the bottom of the page but it took a moment for his racing mind to connect them. Where was that? Was it too far to get to without using flight? He hadn't flown in a very long time but he realized that was the only way to reach his destination. So he collected the articals and pocketed them, taking to the sky to search for the address.
---
He found the building with only a moment to spare and nearly threw up as he opened the door. The smell was ransid and assaulted him with terrible stomach pains. There was the vat, and the hook and chain, but Watari was no where to be seen. He couldn't speak for the smell and it was beginning to burn his eyes. He spotted another envelope in front of him and used his shadows to take it, rushing back out and fell to his knees, throwing up several times before his system was purged of the foul chemical. finding a well near by he crawled to it and pulled up water for himself before slumping against it to look at what he knew would be more pictures. This time it was a close up of Watari's mouth, lips swolen and slightly parted as if he'd been kissed roughly. The second was of his face, eyes still closed. The third he realized with horror showed holes in the leather. The fourth showed that this time he was bound to a bed. the boots had been removed and his wrists and ankles were tied with what appeared to be red silk ribbon. The fifth revealed that just above Watari's throat hung a sword and the final showed that it was attached to a weight. Tatsumi took out the note. 'This weight is attatched to a pully that is slowly lowering. In thirty minutes if you are not at the address below, the sword will be pushed through his throat." He took to the air, not bother to pick up the pictures. He was on auto now and he found the address in reccord time. He found an open window and flew in, running through the long hallway of an abandon western style house. He skidded to a hault at the open door to one room as he spotted Watari but the blade was dangerously close to his throat. Suddenly he spotted a black shape with a small dagger at the rope holding up the weight. Tatsumi reached out and screamed as he watched the rope snap. "NO!" But before the blade touched Watari, he disappeared and reappeared dangling from this other mans arms. "What do you want?! I'll give you anyting, just give him back to me!" The stranger was silent for a long moment. "Tell me why it is that you think you deserve to have him back? Give me ten reasons." But Tatsumi couldn't answer. He could only think of one. One that kept repeating it's self over and over in his head as he stared upon the limp body of his lover and the words simply felll from his lips. "I love him." The stranger was silent once again or a long while and Tatsumi couldn't take the silence anymore. "I need him! He is my life! I only Kissed Tsuzuki once! Only that once! I need Watari to be next to me, please give him back and I swear I'll never leave him again!" The shadow finally spoke. "All you must do is answer one small question correctly and he's yours." Tatsumi fell to his knees and slammed his fist against the hard tile floor, tears slipping onto his hands. "I'll tell you anything..." Nothing could have prepaired him for the question he was about to be asked, but he knew the answer instantly. "Why have you forced yourself away from him? Been so cold to him these years?" He looked up to where eyes should have been and the determination and pure fire driven love shown like a supernova in his own eyes. "I was afraid I'd hurt him. Afraid that if I loved him wholely that he would resent me for it. Find it over powering. I was so desperately afraid that I'd smother him and push him away that I pushed myself away to prevent that. But I swear if you give him back to me safely I'll love him whole heartedly for the rest of time remaining." Suddenly the stranger was gone and Tatsumi caught his beloved. Quickly he took them to his home and layed the blond on the couch, kneeling down to him. "Please wake up Watari. I love you so dearly. Please just look at me, even only once." The chloroform was beginning to wear off and Watari moaned softly as he lifted his hand to his spinning head. "Tat...Tatsu..." Tatsumi stopped him with a deep kiss and wrapped his arms tightly around the blond. "I'm here now. I have you back and you're okay and that's all that matters." Watari smiled weakly and wrapped his arms around Tatsumi. "Just...a little more...sleep..." Tatsumi nodded and kissed him again before carrying him to his bed. "Ytaka Watari...I swear I'll never let go of you again." Watari snuggled closely, pushing his face into Tatsumi's neck and whispered. "You'd...beter keep that promise....and tell me what happened tomorrow." Tatsumi smoothed blond ringlets under his fingers and whispered softly into his erar. "I just want you to know that I love you." It was there that they remained fore the rest of the night.
----
Tatsumi filled Watari in on as many detals as he could though he truly had no idea what had happened to Watari in the time that he was held. The secretary and the scientist walked slowly under the sakura, Tatsumi afraid to remove his arms from around the man. On the edge of the shadows a two figures watched them, each with happy smiles. The taller of the two turned to the shorter one. "I think I did a good job." The shorter sighed deeply. "You didn't have to hurt him to do this Tsuzuki." Tsuzuki wrapped his arms around Hisoka tightly and smiled happily. "I didn't. In fact, I'll tell you something if you can keep it a secret." Hisoka was silent for a moment but nodded. "It was set up from the start. Watari came to me yesterday morning with a very strange request and I felt so bad about what had happened that I agreed. Watari was really only unconscious for about half an hour." Hisoka stared at him wide eyed. "You mean he planned the whole thing just to get Tatsumi back?!" Tsuzuki nodded with a chuckle and smiled softly. "Let's leave these two alone." And from that day on, Tatsumi never broke up with Watari again.
~fin!
:p
Yami no Kaze
Title: Highway Man.
Genre: romance/angst
Summery: When Watari and Tatsumi won't quit fighting at Counts annual holiday party, he decides to teach them a lesson by making them live out a poem he feels is fitting of them. Now they have to figure out how to get out of the book, but can they do it without knowing the end?
Tsuzuki: Rateing: pg16ish
With a sudden yell, Watari's wine filled glass smashed against the wall behind Tatsumi's head and Count's attention was snapped from hitting on a drunk Tsuzuki. "You did it to hurt me Tatsumi! i'M NOT STUPID!" Tatsumi glared at the deep red liquid dripping down the wall before turning to the blond again. "You're right, but only because you deliberately spilled that ink all over my papers. Do you have any idea how much it cost the ministry to replace them? We'll be in the red for two months solid IF you can keep from destroying things. And don't you dare think I'll be paying for this mess." Watari had had about enough. It didn't help that because of the rescent fights he and Tatsumi had been in and the stress they'd caused, he'd drank ten bottles of wine by himself and slit five more with his purple eyed bobsy twin. "If you say one more thing about money I'll..." Tatsumi stopped him with a mere smirk. "What? Hit me? Go a head. You punching me won't change the fact that we're under quite a bit. Like it or not you have to face reality and the reality is that we simply cannot afford..." He was stopped by a yell that scared the four others in the room. "If you two don't stop this fighting I'll do something you'll regret and it won't be physical." Tatsumi glanced at the see through figure and glared. "Like what?" The laugh that eminated from Count made even the silent Hisoka shiver. He'd been attempting to ignore the two all night but they'd had fight after fight and antagonized each other to the point of irritation for the other guests. Count's laugh suddenly stopped as he walked over to the book shelf and pulled a book from it. "This will do nicely. You see this book? There is a poem in here that will teach the two of you a very good lesson and if you raise your voices once more in anything but...pleasure..." He glanced wickedly at Tsuzuki before continueing and Hisoka sent a glair in his direction that rivaled Tatsumi's. "I'll throw both of you in it and neither of you will leave until you finish it." Watari had no doubt Count would make good on his threat and so attempted to leave. Tatsumi however would have none of it. "If you don't like it than you can leave. We came in here to argue in peace, not babysit you and Tsuzuki." Count snickered at this. "No, no, that's why Hisoka's here." Watari closed his eyes with a sigh. "We really shouldn't be doing this here anyway. Please do not get on Count's bad side." Tatsumi glared at the blond and for all the restraint watari had, he could not keep silent as the secretary spoke. "If you walk out that door you won't have a home to go to in the morning." Hisoka cringed at the infuriated squeel that Watari gave. "You're telling me you'll kick me out for trying to be polite?! You're that much of an ass?!" Before Tatsumi could retort Count yelled. "Enough! I gave you fair warning, now begone!" In just a single flash of light the two warring shinigami were gone and Hisoka and Tsuzuki both jumped to their feet. "Where did you put them?!" Count stared down at the book with a smirk. "The Highway Man." And that's all he would say.
----
Tatsumi was the first to awaken, finding himself on the floor of a cold dark room. Attempting to sit up only proved to be painful as something was pulling on his hair. To his horror as he woke further, he realized his hair had grown six feet and he was pulling it as he tried to get up. He couldn't believe Count had actually sent them there. But where was Watari? Pride got the better of him shortly and he huffed as he stared around, allowing his eyes to adjust to the dark. It appeared to be mid seventeenth century in style and he was suddenly vaguely aware of the loud din of a party below his feet. Quick deduction told him he was in some kind of inn. It was only upon looking down that he suddenly realized he was now wearing a long white dress. This was infurriating. How was this supposed to teach him anything? He was waisting time. It would likely take him some time to figure out what poem they'd been placed in and he knew from previous experience that they'd not leave until they enacted it correctly.
---
Watari felt increadibly dizzy as he opened his eyes. And then sick. He realized he was suffering a hang over and figured he'd been out quite a while. He stood slowly, regaining his balance and he reccognized his surroundings. He'd read about them somewhere beore and just as he suspected, a pure black horse apprached him. He took a moment to look himself over and rather liked what he saw. His hair was pulled back tight, and he wore a French cocked hat. He gave only a second's thought to the bunch of lace at his chin as he noticed the the clart velvet coat of White that he wore. It fit well with the brown doe skin pants and thigh high boots. He smirked as he mounted the hrse and began to ride. The wind came in torrents with him as he rushed down the moonlit road and rustled the threes violently beside him. The fool moon was cast into shadows as clouds passed over it and just up a head he could see a tall hill. On the other side lay two fields of violet flowers and the raod before him twisted and streched like a ribbon lain loose upon a bush. This might not be so bad after all...
---
Tatsumi paced about the room in thought until suddenly he heard a familiar voice. "Tatsumi!" He rushed to the window, glad to see the blond and for a moment he was afraid he'd have to grab a book, or least of all keep his waste below the window ledge. The mere sight of the blond was turning him on. That was quite a hot outfit on him. "Tatsumi, are you alright?" Tatsumi nodded and managed to compose himself. "Come up. we need to figure this out." Watari nodded and scaled the wall rather quickly. Once inside Tatsumi lit one of the lamps and Watari choaked back a laugh. He had to admit that Tatsumi made for a hot woman, but the dress just...was too much for him. "Do you have any idea what poerm this is Watari?" Watari thought silently for a moment before shaking his head. "All i can think of are a few lines but that doesn't really help at all." Tatsumi gave an exasperated sigh. "I read a lot, maybe I'll know it." Watari closed his eyes. "It's not pretty." Tatsumi glared. "I didn't expect it to be, now speak up if you want to get out of here." Watari nodded. "He turned he spurred to the west. He did not know she stood, bowed with her head at the musket. dreanched with her own red blood..." Tatsumi was silent as he realized this was going to be harder than he thought. "I've never heard it before." Before he could think straight However, a man came tearing through the door and the last thing he remembered was hearing the gunshot and watching Watari hit the ground dead.
---
Watari coughed as he sat up. He found himself back in the spot he'd been to begin with. 'I guess we can't do that...' He checked to make sure there were no bullit holes in him and was releaved to find none. 'Well...this is going to take some thought.'
----
back at the inn Tatsumi also found himself the way he'd first done so. This time he avoided pulling his own hair and decided to put it up and so he sat by the closed window, beginning to braid. All he could find to tie off the end however, was a deep red ribbon and so he used it. He waited in worry for Watari and at last he could hear the gallope of horses hooves. He flung open the window as Watari's horse jumped the stone wall surrunding the building and they began to talk.
----
Hisoka grabbed a pen and paper from the desk and began to copy down the poem. Tsuzuki stopped him suddenly. "What are you doing?! If Count finds out he'll put you in there too!" Hisoka glared. "If you don't stop yelling he will!" He quickly finished and laied the paper in the book, closing it.
----
Watari looked skyward as they heard a loud bang and a piece of paper fell into his leather gloved hands. Tatsumi watched this simple action and wished he were the paper. How he wanted to feel those gloved hands on his skin...with all the fighting they'd been doing they spent little to no time together and it was just making him more grouchy. Watari paled as he read it. "I guess Hisoka was able to interviene...but I don't like what we're up against. We need to find a place alone where we can read this together." So Tatsumi stepped up onto the ledge and Watari reached out. "I'll catch you, jump." It took a lot of blond faith for Tatsumi, but he did and shivered as Watari's gentle hands brushed against his sides. "Hold on tight. It's a hard jump." Tatsumi felt so strange at the moment and wrapped his arms tightly around the blond. A short jolt later Tatsumi was slipping but Watari cought him and as they rode back to where Watari had awakened, the blond felt the sudden need to kiss him. Tatsumi's eyes slid closed as Watari slowly brushed their lips together and then deepened the kiss, running his tongue across Tatsumi's bottom lip. There was a breathless moment before Watari let go. They dismounted the horse and sat below a tree with the moonlight to their backs to read. Watari read it aloud.
The wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding--
Riding--riding--
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn door.
He'd a French cocked hat on his forehead, and a bunch of lace at his chin;
He'd a coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin.
They fitted with never a wrinkle; his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a jeweled twinkle..
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle--under the jeweled sky.
And over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred,
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter--
Bess, the landlord's daughter--
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart; I'm after a prize tonight,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light.
Yet if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by the moonlight,
Watch for me by the moonlight,
I'll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way."
He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair in the casement! His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of the perfume came tumbling o'er his breast,
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight
(O sweet waves in the moonlight!),
He tugged at his reins in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.
He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon.
And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise of the moon,
When the road was a gypsy's ribbon looping the purple moor,
The redcoat troops came marching--
Marching--marching--
King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.
They said no word to the landlord; they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed.
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side;
There was Death at every window,
Hell at one dark window,
For Bess could see, through the casement, the road that he would ride.
They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest!
They had bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"Now keep good watch!" and they kissed her. She heard the dead man say,
"Look for me by the moonlight,
Watch for me by the moonlight,
I'll come to thee by the moonlight, though Hell should bar the way."
She twisted her hands behind her, but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness,
and the hours crawled by like years,
Till, now on the stroke of midnight,
Cold on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!
Tlot tlot! Had they heard it? The horses-hooves, ringing clear;
Tlot tlot, in the distance! Were they deaf that they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding--
Riding--riding--
The redcoats looked to their priming! She stood up straight and still.
Tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment, she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight--
Her musket shattered the moonlight--
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him--with her death.
He turned, he spurred to the West; he did not know she stood
Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn did he hear it, and his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.
And back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were the spurs in the golden noon, wine-red was his velvet coat
When they shot him down in the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood in the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.
And still on a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
The highwayman comes riding--
Riding--riding--
The highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.
Tatsumi looked up into Watari's eyes fearfully. "This...no I can't let them kill you!" Watari closed his eyes, feeling his heart begin to race. They were both destine to die terrible deaths. "We have to do this exactly as it says Tatsumi, or we'll be trapped here forever." Tatsumi closed his eyes as tears began to well up in them. "I'm sorry I've been such an ass! I just want to go home!" Watari was having trouble keeping it together himself. "Let's just hurry and get it over with." Tatsumi suddenly kissed him deeply. "When we get back I'm going to make love you all night and never let you go." Watari blinked at him for a moment but suddenly kissed him roughly. "We'll talk about that when we get back. We have to fall asleep to start over." So Tatsumi wrapped his arms tightly around the blond and they closed their eyes, quickly falling asleep.
---
Again Watari woke alone and mounted the horse, riding swiftly to the inn. He tapped with his whip on the shutters and whistled a tune to the window. Tatsumi appeard there, braiding his hair with a red ribbon. "One kiss, my bonny sweetheart; I'm after a prize tonight,But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light. Yet if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day, Then look for me by the moonlight, Watch for me by the moonlight, I'll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way." He spurred the horse onto it's hind legs, not being able to reach his hand. He loosened his hair and Watari allowed it to brush against his face. He kissed the hair sweetly and gazed up at his love, a new found passion born in both and pulled on the reins, gallopeing away to the west.
----
Watari did not come the next morning, nore the afternoon, and Tatsumi watched longingly from his window. Over the hill at dusk came a sight he now understood with a sinking feeling and looked away. As the night grew later they came up to his room. They tied him to a kneel at the foot of his bed and kissed him, mockingly telling him to "Keep good watch" And Watari's words eccoed through his mind. look for me by the moonlight, Watch for me by the moonlight, I'll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way." and truely Tatsumi realized there was hell at his window and he feared the outcome. The gun tied to his chest, jabbed at his shoulder and the ropes were cutting off his cirulation. The hours crawled by like years until suddenly he heard it. horses hooves grew nearer and neaerer. He attempted to loosen his fingers, knowing what he must do. He grew more worried as he heard the horse ride on. Down the ribbon of moonlight, and he couldn't believe they didn't hear it. He had to warn Watari to stay away and finally his fingers fell upon the trigger. On the stroke of midnight his face grew like a light, He could see Watari just beyond. If he could not save himself, he could at least save Watari. And so he fired.
----
Watari had no idea what was transpireing. suddenly this time it was as if he didn't remeber anything. He had no idea that Tatsumi knelt dead over the musket. He had shot a bullet through his heart to warn his love. Watari spurred quickly and turned back. It wasn't until morning that he heard the news. The death of his beloved and he was wicked with vengance. He galloped towards the inn and reached the road just after dark. The red coats were waiting for him there and they shot him down. His fine white coad stained wine in the moonlight with his own blood. His last thought was of his beloved Tatsumi.
---
Tatsumi had of course been the first to reappear in the room and waited with tears streaming from his eyes for Watari to appear. When at last he did he was unconcious and Tatsumi rushed to him, lifting his head into his lap. "Watari!" He gently patted at the blond's face and Tsuzuki and Hisoka gathered close. Watari moaned softly as he started to come around and Tatsumi wasted no time in kissing him deeply before pulling the man against him. "Watari..." The blond was disoriented and weak but slowly recovering and opened his eyes to look into Tatsumi's. "Let's...just go home now." Tatsumi didn't even bother to stand and just transported them there. Once there he carried Watari into heir room, Kissing him the whole way. "Sleep love...I'm never going to argue with you again. I'm so sorry for everything I've said." Watari streched out under the cool sheet and closed his eyes as Tatsumi removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt a little. "Just say you love me still and that's all I need to know to be okay." Tatsumi stared down at him with a soft smile. "A thousand words or years or tears could never let you know how much I truly love you Watari." Watari smiled softly at this and curled up in Tatsumi's arms with a contented sigh, quickly falling asleep. Tatsumi could not however, and simply held him all night, kissing the sleeping figure in his arms, and whispering I love you's in hopes he'd give him peaceful dreams. Tatsumi fell asleep himself just beore dawn, finally content that his love wouldn't be going anywhere ever again.
~fin!
Rhea-sama
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~! I love them both. Watari is SO underhanded in the first one, but.. that's very like him XD
And I don't think I need to tell you how much I love The Highwayman XD
