Catharsis

BY : Macx
Category: Descendents of Darkness/Yami No Matsuei > General
Dragon prints: 3098
Disclaimer: I do not own Descendants of Darkness (Yami no Matsuei), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.



The lake had lost nothing of its beauty. It was a dark blue, calm
water that reached peaceful depth where sunlight only rarely touched it.
Like fingers the light stabbed through the surface, broken by molecules,
thinning out until there was only twilight. Water plants reached up from
the grounds, stretching toward the surface, their thin membrane leaves
almost transparent where the sun touched them. Schools of glittery, silvery
fish darted away as a newcomer entered their territory.

Sleek, athletic, with powerful strokes of arms and legs, the human form
swam through the underwater world. Red eyes, barely discernible as such
in these depths, took in the hidden beauty of the lake waters, followed
the fish as they darted toward a bunch of plants, then angled sharply to
the left and followed their unseen paths through this silent world.

Nothing disturbed him down here.

Nothing entered his mind but the calmness, the peace, the distance of
everything. He was alone down here, and he preferred it to the bustle of
the world outside.

Terazuma swam toward the ground, then let himself drift up again to
breathe in air. Shinigami had abilities that went beyond that of a human
and holding their breaths for a long time was part of it. Powerful strokes
took him to the shore and when he came closer he discovered he had a visitor.

A well-known, very familiar visitor.

And his body tingled.

It had been close to three weeks by now. Three weeks since he had left
GensouKai and Sohryu, three weeks since he had experienced the betrayal.
Now, looking at the casually dressed man holding out a robe to him, Terazuma
was surprised to feel little of the initial anger. There was a longing,
mixed with wariness, and the need to understand.

Sohryu. The dragon. Tsuzuki's shikigami.

At the thought of his colleague the anger bubbled up.

Yes, his main problem was Tsuzuki's claim of possession on this man.

Terazuma slipped into the offered robe and wound it around his damp
body. No words were lost as both men climbed the slight incline to a spot
that had been their favorite meeting place for weeks.

They sat together, not looking at each other, gazing out over the lake.
It was still warm, the breeze moving the leaves of the ancient trees around
them, and despite his tension, Terazuma felt the relaxing atmosphere take
effect. This was a place he remembered as nothing but peaceful, as a place
of learning and relaxation, of calmness and quiet. Swimming had helped,
too.

"Why did you come back?" Sohryu finally broke the silence.

"Wish I knew," he snarled.

Blue-gray eyes glanced at him and Terazuma had difficulty seeing the
elaborately dressed being, the statesman, in the currently simply dressed
man at his side. A man he had seen in all his glory, who had touched him
so deeply, who had changed so much for him. For the better.

"What's your problem with me, Hajime? That I'm the leader of my people
or that I'm Tsuzuki's?"

He huffed. "Do you know how it feels, Sohryu? To find out who you are?
To find out the lies behind the pretty façade? You deceived me!"
he spat. "You knew who I was! I told you my story! And you conveniently
forgot to tell me the little fact that you're not only a God but also Tsuzuki's
shikigami!"

Sohryu met the rage with his usual calm. Like he had met so many emotional
outbreaks from Terazuma. "So the problem is Tsuzuki," he cut the rant down
to the core.

"Of course he is the problem! He always was the problem! That no good,
lazy moron!"

A tilt of the head. "Why do you dislike him so much that it cuts into
your private life?"

Terazuma glared, feeling the old anger rise. "Because of what he is!
How can you serve such a lazy ass? He has an incredible power at his disposal!
He is one of the strongest shinigami I ever met! But what does he do with
that power? Nothing! He could be in charge of Tokyo now, but he decides
to spend his time eating sweets, taking care of a few easy cases in Kyushu,
and bumbling around the office! His reports... don't get me started on
that! And he has twelve Divine Commanders, four of them Gods... Tell me
why he has such power and doesn't use it!?"

There was a silence that stretched until Terazuma was about to launch
into another rant, when Sohryu stilled him with a simple look.

"You have known Tsuzuki for close to three decades now. But still, you
never got to know him, Hajime. You know little of his soul."

"I know he has power and is just too much of a coward to use it," he
grumbled, chewing on an unlit cigarette.

"Have you ever felt that power?"

He huffed.

"You did once. In the library. We faced off against each other. Granted,
it was me he called and I fought Kagankokushunkei, but we met that day.
Our combined force leveled the new library building."

Terazuma looked away. He barely remembered that incident. The Black
One had taken over and Wakaba had turned him back again. It had been embarrassing.
Tsuzuki just sparked something inside him, a fury that couldn't be controlled.
The man had such potential to do more... and he wasted it!

"Tsuzuki is strong. He conquered twelve of us," Sohryu went on. "I actually
challenged him back then. I was furious at his audacity to master two gods,
and I thought I could beat him. I nearly killed him and myself in turn.
But he stood up against me, he remained standing, battered and broken and
bleeding, he showed me what is inside that innocent form, that apparently
gentle and child-like man. He beat a dragon, Terazuma, a God. He beat four
of us."

He defiantly stared at the ground. Tsuzuki was a bumbling idiot, nothing
more, nothing less!

"His power is lethal, Hajime. It can consume him. It eats away at his
soul, wants to be unleashed, but he is afraid of killing people. He doesn't
want to hurt anyone. And he could. He could level everything if he ever
let go. He could destroy what we love and it would break him. There is
a fragile balance inside him, maintained by a soul that is so much stronger
than what you can see." Sohryu's voice was soft as he told him this. "I
saw into that soul. I love that soul. I protect his innocence."

"He's an angel of death!" Terazuma growled. "His job is to take lives!"

"As is yours. Tell me, do you like it? I don't think so. All human life
touches you. No shinigami is immune to it. Tsuzuki even more so. He's sensitive
in a way that he built walls around him, that he lets you see what he's
safe to project. We, his shikigami, have seen what lurks behind it. We
see the contradiction he is, the riddle, the enigma, and we love him."

"Why are you telling me all of that?"

Sohryu smiled a little. "Because I want you to understand."

"I understand Tsuzuki very well, thank you!"

"No. You only touch the shields and you see what he wants you to see.
You see a man who hasn't made an attempt to rise up the career ladder.
You see a man who adores sweets, who acts like a child, like a puppy, and
you wonder why he can command us shikigami. You do not see the person who
died so long ago, that suffers, that tries to find stability. You do not
see the darkness in him that threatens to devour him. You do not see the
man who never lived, who only suffered, who continues to evade the people
around him. You are challenged by him because the alpha inside you can
feel the alpha hiding behind that soft façade. You can feel his
challenge. And you react."

Sohryu sighed softly, sadness tingeing his voice.

"Just like me. I challenged what I saw and I failed to see beneath the
surface. Appearances can be deceiving, Hajime. Tsuzuki is compassion and
kindness and protection. He protects the souls he has to bring in, he protects
his partners and friends. He protects them from others and from himself.
You call it incompetence, slacking off, failure. I call it the greatest
strength there is. Tsuzuki loves with all his heart, he would go through
the fires of hell for his friends and colleagues, and he has.

Unconditionally. That is the man you need to find underneath all those
layers."

Silence fell and Terazuma tried to wrap his mind around the words, around
Tsuzuki. He knew little of his colleague, granted, but he had never tried
to get to know him.

"I am his," Sohryu jolted him a little. "I am loyal to him, I love him.
He is my friend. I will protect him, I will serve him, Hajime. But my bond
to Tsuzuki has nothing to do with what I shared with you. Nothing at all."

He gritted his teeth. "Then why didn't you tell me?"

"Because what difference does it make who I serve? What difference does
it make who I am? I came to this place to relax, and I found you." Sohryu
regarded him calmly. "I liked you from the beginning, Terazuma Hajime,
and what we shared was wonderful. I found you a relaxing companion and
I had hoped you felt the same. If you had truly wanted to know who I am,
why didn't you ask more questions?" he wanted to know.

Terazuma bit his lower lip. Yes, why? Good question. "Dunno," he muttered.

"Because it doesn't matter."

"It does!"

"Because of Tsuzuki."

He met the blue-gray eyes, lost. "Yes... no... I don't know any more!"

"Why did you come back, Hajime?" Sohryu asked once more.

Silence. He watched the lake, wishing he could immerse himself in its
calm waters forever.

"Why?" Sohryu whispered.

"I wanted to see you again," he murmured.

"Why?"

"I wanted answers."

"Why?"

He glared at the dragon. "Because! Stop asking stupid questions!"

"Stop behaving like a pouting child. You are worse than my own children!"
Sohryu replied with a little sliver or sharpness.

Terazuma growled. "I'm not a kid!"

"Oh really? Then why do you behave like another boy took away your favorite
toy?" There was a seductive glint all of a sudden and Terazuma cursed his
body for the tingle it sent through him at the words. "Tsuzuki is not my
lover. He is my master. I love him, I serve him, but I do not bed him.
You, on the other hand..."

And then he was pushed back, a suddenly very aggressive Sohryu leaning
over him.

"You," the shikigami whispered, "you, I bed."

Lips met in a less than tender kiss and Terazuma dug his hands into
the lush hair, giving as good as he got as two men battled for dominance
of the encounter. He felt the Black One stir, growl his approval, and he
fought the tongue in his mouth, pushing back. When they finally separated,
neither man a winner and neither a loser, Sohryu's face radiated sexual
aggression. He licked his lips and Terazuma found himself growing harder
still.

He had missed this. He needed this. It wasn't... no, it wasn't love.
It was need. He wanted this man and knowing who he was had sent him into
a spiral of anger and rage. Sohryu was Tsuzuki's, was his shikigami, but
Terazuma wanted him, too. The alpha inside him laid a claim to this handsome
man.

"Hajime," Sohryu murmured, fingers playing through his hair, caressing
the tips of his ears, making him shudder.

Lips met again, gentler this time, the contact deeper. Sohryu blanketed
his body, he felt the warmth all around him, the hard evidence of the shikigami's
desire, and Terazuma's own hands wandered over the delightfully sinewy
body, coming to rest on the curve of the hip, slipping closer to the tight
cheeks of his behind.

"We can stay here," Sohryu breathed, one finger teasing his sensitive
ear. "Or we can continue this on a nice, large bed..."

Now that ear was licked and his nerve endings were on fire, a prickling
feeling spreading over his skin.

"Bed sounds nice," he managed, groaning as that wicked tongue licked
over the tip, knowing very well what a hot spot it was. "Shii-it! Sohryu!"

Sohryu chuckled and left the tortured ear alone. He kissed him again,
licking over his lips. The shikigami withdrew slowly, deliberately brushing
over his body as he sat back. Terazuma felt shivers race through him at
the sight. Desire boiled up inside of him as he looked at the man, a Sohryu
so different from the regal, imposing ruler of GensouKai he had only once
seen. The image had burned itself into his mind, looking at the representative
of a realm, the serenity, the majestic power. Now it was just a simple
man.

No, not simple. Very much a proud shikigami, powerful and striking in
his appearance.

I missed you, he thought dimly. Even in my anger and disappointment,
I missed you. And I want you so badly...

When Sohryu rose he followed, catching the taller man in his arms and
demanding another kiss. Desire multiplied, taking his breath away. It quickly
grew out of hand, both men stumbling back against the near-by tree. Terazuma's
hands glided over the firm behind, catching a moan from the shikigami,
and he smiled evilly.

"Hajime... stop..." Sohryu whispered.

"Or what?" he teased.

"Or we won't make it to bed..."

Terazuma ran a firm hand over the bulge at the front of the dark pants.
His grin grew.

"Just to take the edge off," he whispered hoarsely, taking advantage
of the turning tables.

The dragon gasped, head thrown back, as he deftly slipped into those
pants. Sohryu didn't last long. Neither did Terazuma when those wicked
hands of his lover retaliated.

They leaned against the tree, Terazuma blanketing the taller man, riding
out the waves of the climax.

"Now... we can leave," Terazuma murmured, nibbling at an exposed collar
bone.

"Devil," was the softly whispered reply.

A gentle kiss followed and Terazuma enjoyed the loving contact, letting
it soothe his electrified nerves.

"I think we need a bath first," the shinigami remarked, smiling a little.

"Definitely. How about dinner?" Sohryu asked as they stripped and walked
into the lake, both unconcerned with their mutual nudity.

"Is that a date?"

A wicked gleam. "It is."

Terazuma ran gentle fingers through the long hair he loved so much,
water droplets clinging to the strands.

"A date, hm?" Something jittered through him.

A date...

It sounded... wonderful.

Sohryu pulled him close, water lapping against their bodies, and he
kissed his lips, his jaw, his throat. Terazuma closed his eyes, arms wrapped
around the other man, enjoying the sensation of holding him, of having
him in his arms, of being with him.

The lion purred in delight, lazy, stretched out in his mind, eyes half
closed in satisfaction. Its emotions were clear. It approved of what had
happened, of what would happen throughout the night, and it was happy.

Terazuma smiled to himself. He would never have thought that it would
be important for him that his shikigami felt happy. Now it was. Very much
so.

 

 

 

tbc...




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