A/N: A flashfic written for a request on LiveJournal. The prompt was what would happen if Muraki died and became a shinigami? And I didn't do the prompt justice with such a short piece. Kind of.
Warnings: none. It's worksafe.
Disclaimer: Yami no Matsuei is the intellectual property of Yoko Matsushita and all associated companies. No profit is being made from this and no copyright infringement intended with this fan-made piece of fiction.
Not-so-happily ever after
Tsuzuki was somewhere between exploding in anger, spells flying everywhere; collapsing in pathetic sobs and self-pity; and outright fainting on the spot. The source of his distress was sitting at the far end of the table. Hisoka, frozen by Tsuzuki's side, looked potentially murderous, as did Tatsumi, sitting opposite the man who seemed quite amused by all of this. He smiled charmingly, all good manners and proper bearings.
"Why," in a flat voice Tsuzuki asked finally, "are you here?"
"He has become one of us now," Tatsumi stated with obvious distaste.
Tsuzuki groaned. "No!"
"Yes," Muraki confirmed and smiled brightly.
. - . - . - .
"We'll send him to some faraway province where nothing ever happens," Tatsumi tried to reassure both Tsuzuki and Hisoka. The deathly grip on the teacup he had was the only visible sign of agitation.
Hisoka was quietly fuming in a corner and everyone in the room could feel his suffocating anger.
"Pointless," Tsuzuki groaned, hands fisted in his hair and despair on his face and in his voice. "Things always happen when he's around."
"Why is he one of us now?" he asked brokenly. "Why?"
Somewhere in the building Muraki sneezed loudly and grinned, well-aware of who was mentioning him.