Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Just Another Day At The Office ❯ Negotiations ( Chapter 1 )

 

The negotiations were going no where. That was discernable even though neither of the two men watching could hear anything through the soundproof glass. What did they really expect though? Two of the most stubborn, meticulous, intense and anal retentive men in the known universe were trying to hash out a deal over one lousy soul.

 

“What the hell is so important about one soul?” the red haired man asked. Noticing the way the muscles in his leader's neck were standing out due to the tension. To outward appearances he seemed calm and unruffled but the signs were there for someone who knew him well.

 

The blonde next to him shrugged. “I think it's the principal of the thing. Considering there are very few still living who can operate at that level of collecting them. It's especially rare to run into one who's keeping a particular soul for no reason.”

 

“Oh, I'm sure he has a reason. Obnoxiously uptight and annoying he might be, but he always has a reason for everything he does. Though from what I understand he didn't manage to see this little altercation.”

 

“Probably because those who are still living can rarely see into the realms of the dead unless they're some kind of a medium.”

 

“I don't think he's a medium. Then again, I never dreamed he was a necromancer either. I do think he desperately needs to get laid to loosen him up. Funny how you think you know people.”

 

“True,” the blonde said thoughtfully. “Hmmm. Hold on a second.” He dashed off leaving the other man to stare after him for a moment before turning his attention to the two men in the soundproof room.

 

 

The conversation inside was far from friendly, though carried on in composed and almost cold tones, the underlying tension was vicious. Neither party liked losing.

 

“I fail to see why one extra day makes any difference what so ever in his proceedings, Tatsumi-san,” Crawford said in a calm voice.

 

Tatsumi tapped his long, manicured fingers on the tabletop in impatience. “You don't strike me as a stupid man, Mister Crawford, therefore I'll not go to the trouble of explaining something so simple to you yet again.”

 

At that moment the two were interrupted by a light knock on the door. Tatsumi got up from his seat and went to answer it.

 

“Wakaba-kun, what are you doing here?”

 

“You both look as though you could use something to eat. I brought coffee as well in case you needed it,” she said, smiling brightly at him. She handed him the tray she was carrying.

 

“Thank you, Miss, but I'm not hungry,” Crawford said. A few seconds later his traitorous stomach gave a growl that was audible to all in the room.

 

“I believe your stomach is inclined to think otherwise, Crawford-san,” she said. “Negotiations never go well on an empty stomach.” With that, she waved to the two men and left the room.

 

Tatsumi set the tray on the table and picked up a Danish from the pile of assorted pastries then poured himself a cup of coffee. Crawford sighed heavily and did the same, no longer able to ignore his loudly complaining stomach.

 

 

The blonde came sauntering back after Wakaba had left the area.

 

“What did you do?” the other man asked curiously.

 

“You'll see. Hopefully.”

 

“What's that supposed to mean?”

 

“Let's just say that if it works, it will grease the wheels a bit,” he said, smiling wickedly.

 

The other man stared at him for a moment then grinned back. “I think I like you. You're evil.”

 

“Thank you. I try.”