Bwahaha. Watarihilarious.

Me no own genki scientist, sadist doctor, prickly empath, prince of sweet-tooths, or miser secretary.

Mad Scientists

The by-now familiar cloud of smoke heralded daily interruption number 15 for Watari. The Shinigami sighed. Damnit, when he got out of this hell hole, he was going to peel his skin off. Though it would be painful to regenerate his flesh, it would get rid of the stench of niccotine much faster. The blonde Shinigami turned to face the white-clad doctor.

"Progress." There was almost a question mark to Muraki's statement. Watari smiled genially,

"You know what the funny thing about dead tissue is? It likes to stay dead." Muraki narrowed his eyes pointedly,

"You results?" Watari shrugged,

"Marginal since you last asked. I've had about a 14 percent success ratio, but it doesn't seem to want to last much longer than an hour or so at most." Muraki sucked on the cigarette agitatedly. Watari coughed a little, he hated that smell so much,

"Why do you smoke those things? You of all people should know the effects they have on the human body." Muraki smiled humorlessly,

"It helps me with my oral fixation Yutaka. Are you saying you would rather allieviate my needs?" The doctor's tongue slid across his lips briefly. Watari blanched a little,

"Ah no thanks, I'll pass." Muraki shrugged,

"Then I'll have to wait until my schedule allows for me to take my enjoyment. Pity. ...What affect would your powers have on the samples?" Watari turned on pattented 'Smile No. 1,233: The Adorably Clueless and Still Slightly Obstinately Devious Grin of Denial and Misdirection.' It was the one he tended to use when asked about strange side-effects of the break room coffee.

"'Powers?'"

"Your ability to animate and breathe life into otherwise inanimate matter." Watari scratched his head as though politely puzzled,

"...Oooooooh! Those powers. Huh," Watari thought for a moment. What would happen? He'd never used his ability on organic matter before. In any case, his Brilliant Plan was going well. His smile turned back on again. "I don't know. Maybe it will explode!" For the record, Watari wasn't a pyromaniac. Seriously. He just liked making things react explosively, no matter what the consequences. (And if things burned, flashed, or made noise that was just an added bonus.) Like whenever he teased Tatsumi, and like how he was now baiting Muraki. A silver brow twitched in annoyance,

"Watari-san that was not the answer to my question." Watari shrugged, dropping his flippant manner,

"Honestly, I don't know. I'd love to indulge your curiosity for the sake of mine, but ah-" He pointed at that thing around his neck. "Your dog collar prevents me from trying." Muraki smirked,

"I had wondered why I smelled more burning hair than usual." Watari grunted. His earlier attempt to animate the iron collar had spectacularly failed and backfired-literally. The Shinigami turned pensive for a moment,

"...Muraki, why the hell are you so interested in creating life?" The ghost of a smile flitted across the doctor's face,

"The duty of my profession of course Yutaka-dear." Watari snorted,

"Bull. I may not be empathic, but I know enough about psychology-and you-to tell that you are being dishonest with me." He paused, "Look, if I'm going to ...help you, I need to know the whole scope of things. Why am I doing this? What am I trying to accomplish? It's like trying to put togther a puzzle in the dark, except that there are thousands of possibilities, so it's really like five puzzles all put together on one table and I'm sitting here blidnly trying to sort through them and figure out which one is the right one, and while I may have that kind of time-now that I think about it that kinda sounds fun-you, still being mortal, do not. And you said yourself-OW! Gaaa mah tahwn'!" Watari cringed for the blow to his head, but more for biting his tongue.

"Are you never silent? As disgusted as I am to admit it-you do have a point. You should feel honored Yutaka. Not even Tsuzuki knows why-he wasn't quite cognizent during the Kyoto experiment you see. Oh but first..." Watari gasped and his body slowly crumpled as Muraki manipulated a pressure point on his spine.

"Auuuaghh.."

Everything went dark.

And before Watari could even register the passage of a moment he was waking up elsewhere in the...mansion? Hospital? University? Wherever he was. He twisted his torso, the vertebrae making a myriad of delightful popping sounds. Watari noticed the doctor's mouth pressed into a thin line and he grinned inwardly. Note to self, crack knuckles as often and as loudly as possible in front of Muraki whenever the oppourtinity presents itself. "Was that really nescesary? Couldn't you just have blindfolded me?" Muraki glanced over at Watari, fingers moving over a console.

"Really Yutaka. I'm not going to have you memorizing the turns, doorways, sounds, and stairways of this place. Nor do I have time to deal with clumsy, blind, hare-brained attacks at my person. Now 'Taka-kun. I'd like you to meet the one who will be the beneficiary of our research. His name is Shindo Saki." The doctor pressed a button and suddenly a screen on the opposing wall slid back and Watari recoiled out of shock.

What the hell?

Watari took in a couple breaths, trying to sort out just...what he was getting off the pickled, emaciated head floating in the tank. He was definitly...dead, and yet fragments, glimmers of his soul lingered, giving the sembelance of life. And yet...Shindo Saki was not entirely dead. Somehow, Watari had stepped out of reality into a world where even his area of expertise in the improbable failed to give him any comprehension here. Watari was sure his mouth was open, but he didn't care. His desire for knowledge was getting the better of him.

"...How?"

"...At first I made some deals...and then I developed my own way. My own personal curses and medical expertise. How else do you think I lost my eye?" Muraki smirked, "I certainly would not have lost it in a physical battle. It was a good exchange. Besides..." There was a rather grotesque sqeulching noise as Muraki removed his cybernetic eye. "I think this is an improvment over the natural variety." Squelch, squelch, squelch. Eurgh. Watari shuddered. He hated that so much! He had nightmares about things happening to his eyes...He hated those horror movies where people stare through keyholes and got their eyes gouged out. Hell, he couldn't even watch video of eye surgury. The thought of blindness quite frankly terrified him. And somehow the fact that he could heal made it worse because of the wait while his cells regenerated. What if his healing powers ran out? What if it healed back wrong? He shivered again, beating back those thoughts with a large mental nine-pound sledgehammer.

"Wait... you said his name was Shindo Saki?" He looked at Muraki for confirmation.

"I did." Watari turned his head back to the tank.

So that's why the Ministry was never able to find anything on him...To think I'd find information one of our cold cases here of all places... Watari laughed riotously. "Ahahahaha! You know I spent at least three months trying to track down any sign of this guy at one time? You covered your tracks well Muraki. I have to say it... I am impressed you kept him so well hidden. So what's the deal? Why do you carry him around? You must hate him an awful lot..." Muraki raised a brow,

"Can you be so sure?"

"Pff. I know you. Besides, I can see the dents and scratches from fists and fingernails Muraena-sensei."

"Mm, so you can. He is my brother." Watari wheeled around at that, eyes goggling out of his head."Or my half-brother I should say." There was another long pause. "That look of stunned stupidity doesn't suit you at all my dear gem. Do try and compose your face into something more competant looking." Watari's features snapped back together, now he had the look of a college student, standing in a lecture hall and taking graduate-level notes.

"Gold's not a gem." He pointed out.

"No, but Tiger's Eye is." Watari snorted,

"Hmpfh. Barely." Muraki polished his glasses,

"Perhaps, but they are still beautiful nonetheless. And still worth more than amythest." The glasses were perched once more on a bone-white nose. "Now that you know my intentions.."

"Um I still don't know what you want to do with him." Muraki paced a circle around Watari and then stopped right in front of him.

"Try. Put the puzzle pieces together Yutaka." Watari closed his eyes for a moment.

Let's see, preserved head, cell regeneration, human transplants, transplant, transference, what the-?

Watari looked up and his eyes were slightly fearful, "You want to bring him back to life...with a new body... Wha.. What for?" And for the second time in 24 hours, Watari saw Muraki lose his composure. He suddenly found himself slammed into a concrete wall, staring into mismatched eyes (one of them so much larger and rounder than the other), and with vicelike claws around his neck. Silver hair was flying out of place, and Watari could feel a couple drops of spittle land on his cheek.

"I WILL KILL HIM! I WILL KILL HIM FOR EVERYTHING HE DID TO ME! I'LL HAVE MY REVENGE LIKE I WANTED IT TO BE! Hee heee hee...keee heee hee ha ha ha HA ha HA Ha ha hA hahahahahAHAHAAHAHA...!" The laughter bubbled and then died away, but Muraki seemed to enjoy throttling Watari just a bit too much to stop.

Shitshitshitshitohshit... Muraki spoke again, and his voice was low and vindictive, yet strangely calm. As though he had not just had a huge, sudden lapse in sanity. "Maybe I'll kill him just like this...Feel his life squeezing out under my hands..Feel the wild, racing pulse of fear. Maybe I should crush the bones in his neck too.." Crrrrrrraack. Watari was starting to panic. Then suddenly he was released, and he fell forward on his hands, paralyzed and trying desperately to draw in breath through his mashed windpipe. His healing powers still worked, but only just with the damn collar on. He was going to die! Shit!

"Maybe I should kill him some other way Watari? We shall go back to the lab now, but when you wake up, be sure to tell me-in honesty-how each method makes you feel. It will be an important contribution to science one day." And that point on his spine was tweaked again, Maybe it would be better if I-Watari was under.

Hmm that's all I got for now, I'll continue it again soon never fear! Isn't Muraki one crazy mofo? XD And I've fixed some things in the second chapter that were bothering me. Just a few minor errors and the like.