Shadows

Author: Spite

E-mail: wufeiworshipper@hotmail.com

Disclaimer: I do not own Yami no Matsuei or anything related to it. I only own the words.

Pairing: Tatsumi x ?

Category: Shonen-ai. Sap. OOC?

Summary: Tatsumi begins to daydream...

Rating: My guess would be no more than PG-13 in first chapter, NC-17 lemon sequel follows.

Authors note: Written to celebrate that I’ve been a slasher for two years. I’ve never written anything before though so this is my first fic ever. ^^

Special thanks to Artemis K. Kat for helping me while writing.
Authors note II: In this story the characters have heartbeats. Not sure if it’s correct or not. Please correct me if you have knowledge in this area. ^^

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Part I

Tatsumi secretly studied the beautiful man, the grace with which he moved, the aura of energy and excitement that he exuded. With a wistful sigh and a mental slap he tried to get the unwelcome, but not entirely unpleasant images that was currently haunting him, out of his head and only partly succeeded. As long as the beautiful creature was in his presence, he would not be able to concentrate on anything else but him.

Not that it would be much better when he was alone. He had found himself daydreaming more than once, when he should be concentrating on the budget. The smallest thing could set of such a daydream and he was completely helpless to stop it, which irritated him to no end. It was not normal behavior for him and he was becoming more than spooked by it. He thought of himself as efficient and in control and the way he had been thinking lately was less than efficient.

Unexpectedly he felt a hand on his shoulder and he gasped in surprise. His eyes widened in confused shock when he discovered that someone waved a hand in front of his face. Then Watari’s face appeared right in front of his own, graced with a look of concern, one eyebrow raised in worry.

“Tatsumi, are you alright?  You look a little flushed.”

Tatsumi let his eyes circle the room. He could see the faces of the others and the various emotions they displayed. Konoe Chief looked annoyed, Tsuzuki puzzled and Hisoka’s face was blank showing no emotion at all. Tatsumi realized that someone must have asked him a question and he hadn’t responded. He mentally kicked himself hard and tried to pull himself together.

“I’m fine. I was just thinking”, he said hastily, embarrassed by the blush he could feel heating his cheeks.

The rest of the meeting he used every ounce of concentration he had on paying attention to the questions he was asked. He didn’t think his pride could survive another mistake like that again. It was however a monumental task since the object of his affection was in his line of sight no matter how he tried to avoid looking at him.

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Tatsumi spent the following days changing between daydreaming and scolding himself for daydreaming. He found that he had begun nursing some rather silly romantic fantasies and while they made him somewhat happy while they lasted, he also knew that they would lead nowhere.

The worst was that he had been caught staring a few times. He had tried to be subtle, but had unfortunately failed. Every time he had been caught he had looked away and tried to look indifferent, but he knew by the puzzled facial expression he received that he hadn’t succeeded in doing anything but make a fool of himself.

He was now sitting outside on a bench. The sun was beginning to set and the sky was a golden orange. He was deep in thought, scolding himself for his foolishness after having another small daydream, when he felt a hand touch his shoulder. He jumped, startled out of his reverie at the slight touch and turned to face the person that occupied his thoughts constantly. He was stunned by the sheer beauty of the man in front of him, the way the wind would play with his hair, the way the light from the sun reflected in his eyes, the way his smile would light up his whole face.

For a moment he was totally speechless, his heart beating wildly and his breath coming in short pants. He couldn’t move, not even to blink his eyes, all he was capable of was staring at the vision before him.

His eyes widened as the beautiful vision leaned close and placed a hand on his chin. He mind was spinning as he tried to contemplate whether or not this was yet another daydream, but they never felt this real. He could feel his throat go dry and his palms becoming sweaty. He felt a crazy need to laugh, to move, to just do *something*, but he found that he was unable to move at all. The person leaned closer towards him with agonizing slowness. His lips were caught in a gentle kiss and he gasped a single word.

“Watari.”

On to part II

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