A/N: A flashfic written for a request on LiveJournal. Someone requested this pairing and I did the best I could. I… have some pairings I can't write smut for, orz.

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. Please support the mangaka by buying her works.


"Stop trembling!" Tatsumi snapped, adjusting his glasses. "Muraki can't get in here."

Tsuzuki shuddered, remembering the nightmares which had become more frequent recently. In them, the demonic doctor had appeared everywhere, from Tsuzuki's bedroom to library; to boss' office, even.

"You can't know that," he muttered low.

"We have excellent security. No one can get in here."

"No one has tried to before," Tsuzuki retorted, half-expecting the crazy murderer to actually attempt this.

"Don't be ridiculous!" Tatsumi sighed and sat down. He couldn't, though, entirely deny the possibility. Muraki, as he'd proved countless of times before, was unpredictable.

Tatsumi cursed.