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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.

Chapter List
- 1-Monsters
- 2-part 2
- 3-part 3
- 4-part 4
- 5-part 5
- 6-part 6
- 7-part 7
- 8-part 8
- 9-part 9
- 10-part 10
- 11-part 11
- 12-part 12
- 13-part 13
- 14-part 14
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TITLE: Monsters
AUTHOR: Macx and Lara Bee
DISCLAIMER: not ours. Definitely not! We just play with them and hope
we tread on no one's toes.
Author's Voice of Warning (aka Author's Note):

English is not our first language; it's German. This is the best we
can do. Any mistakes you find in here, collect them and you might win a
prize <g> The spell-checker said everything's okay, but you know
how trustworthy those thingies are.....
ARCHIVE: yes
WARNINGS: dark theme, namely rape � but LOTS of sap, too
TYPE: yaoi
RATING: NC-17.
PAIRING (S): Tatsumi/Watari

Tsuzuki/Hisoka
FEEDBACK: empty inbox seeks emails <g>

Shinigami were a source of legend and fairy tales. Human kind loved
to hear about ghost stories, the myth and horror of those who became angels
of death because they couldn't let go of their life, even in death. Lore
told of gruesome beings, taking lives and souls, accompanying the lost
and departed into the next world. They created an image of dark beings,
without a sense of their former selves, serving the highest entity of the
Land of the Dead, Enma-Daiou.
Nothing could be further from the truth.
Watari Yutaka was a shinigami and had been for three decades now. A
young man in his mid-twenties with long, blond hair, lively golden eyes
and a smile for everyone, he was the exact opposite of the mythical shinigami
humankind thought existed. Tall, slender and filled with such life, he
could have been anything, and to the one renting the little treasure of
an apartment to him, Watari was just another tenant. A bouncy tenant, but
a tenant.
Who would have believed in shinigami renting their places to stay either?
The truth was that shinigami worked for a living, so to speak. They were
paid like everyone else, they had pay raises, they had days off, and they
were classified as civil servants. It would have been amusing if anyone
had ever truly guessed what kind of network existed behind the legend.
But as it was, no one knew except for the ones involved, and they were
all dead.
Watari moved between his boxes, unpacking the things he had brought
along when he had been forced to look for a new place. Shinigami didn't
age, so staying in one place for a prolonged time, say... two decades,
was bound to arouse suspicion. He didn't add a wrinkle or even a gray hair,
so now and then each shinigami moved.
It was Watari's fourth move and the first one after getting together
with Tatsumi. He had loved his old, airy apartment. It had been a lucky
find, in the middle of the city, affordable, quite large, and very quiet.
He had been sad to let it go, but he had found a wonderful replacement.
The new place was not as central as the last, but that didn't matter
for his job. It was actually a remodeled roof apartment with access to
a terrace that he planned to fill with plants and stuff to give it a nicer
feel, and while it was smaller than the last, the terrace added space.
It was about the same size as the apartment as such, so on sunny days he
could feel free to be outside.
003 hooted softly from her perch on one of the empty shelves. Watari
smiled at the little owl, which had expressed her satisfaction with the
apartment already.
"Well, time to get going and clean up, hm?" he called cheerfully.
Another hoot and 003 flew over to one of the many boxes, nibbling at
the cardboard.
"That one first?" He peered at the label. "Oh, yeah, the books. Okay,
let's get going with the shelves then."
And Watari set to work.

It was how Tatsumi found him three hours later. The Shadow Master had
been occupied with a meeting back in Meifu and it had gone a lot longer
than expected. Bureaucratic matters always took longer than any crisis
that could arise over lost souls and demonic activity. So finally everything
had been postponed till Monday and he could pay his lover a visit, see
if Watari needed help.
Looking at the chaos inside the new apartment, Watari did. Need help,
that was.
Tatsumi let his gaze wander around the room, noting the already emptied
boxes, those still piled up against a wall that needed emptying, and then
came to rest on the slender man currently engaged in getting his kitchen
into order. Blond hair bound back into a tight ponytail with only a few
strands escaping to tickle his skin, dressed in faded, �ripped in the right
places' jeans and a black t-shirt, Watari looked downright sexy.
He looked edible!
Tatsumi reigned in his desire for the man, but it took an effort, especially
when he caught sight of the tight jeans stretched over a firm behind.
Hell, he wasn't a teenager anymore!
Then again, considering his lack of partners up until now, his need
for his partner might be explained. But that was only part of it. The other
was the simple appreciation for this man, for the chances he had brought
in the other man's life, and for the happiness he radiated.
Walking over to where Watari had just finished with the pots and pans,
and was turning to getting the herbs, canned foods and dried goods sorted,
Tatsumi announced his presence with a little cough.
Sparkling golden eyes met bright blue ones and Watari gave him his trademark
happy smile, filled with a warmth and love directed only at one person.
"Seii! Already here?"
"It's past eight, �Taka. I'm actually late."
Watari shrugged good-naturedly. "Who's counting the hours? You're here,
which is what's important."
He took hold of the dark tie the older shinigami was wearing and pulled
Tatsumi close, lips meeting.
Tatsumi again wondered how one person could be so completely at ease
with everything around him. True, Watari was more than a happy-go-lucky
person and he could be quite serious as well as dangerous if provoked or
on a case, but his very nature was like that.
"I see you've been busy," Tatsumi remarked as he slipped out of his
suit jacket and hung it over the back of a kitchen chair.
"Oh well, yes. Been trying as best as I could, but it's a lot. The shelves
are done and I've moved the clothing boxes into the bedroom, but the kitchen
is a mess."
"Want help?"
Tatsumi was already rolling up his sleeves.
Watari smiled. "Sure. But you can go and change first, you know. No
need to get your suit all messed up."
"I'm not planning to wear it tomorrow or on Monday," Tatsumi only said
and started with the canned and dried foods.
"Okay."
They worked easily together, chatting over this and that. Watari had
gotten to know a few neighbors and Tatsumi was getting a detailed insight
into each an every one of them, as well as heard the plans for tomorrow
where Watari wanted to go and buy some large potted plants for the terrace
with Tsuzuki.
"Tsuzuki?" Tatsumi asked as he closed the cupboard, pleased that it
was now in order.
"Oh, yes. He planned the terrace, actually. You know he loves gardening.
I asked him and he was really eager to help," came Watari's slightly muffled
voice from within the pantry. "Want to come along?"
"No, you two go ahead. I'll just finish whatever needs finishing," he
offered.
Watari grinned. "Okay."
In turn Tatsumi talked about his work day, which always helped to put
things into perspective for him. Watari was a good listener and while he
rarely was in the middle of the action, he had an innate understanding
of office matters. Sometimes Tatsumi wondered why he still stayed in the
lab and hadn't applied for an office. Then again, like Tsuzuki Watari was
happy where he was. Changing his environment might not be the best of plans.
°
Tatsumi sat in one of the wicker chairs on the terrace, enjoying the
fresh air which was surprisingly clear, devoid of the many pollution factors
such a great city brought with it, and gazed into the darkening sky. The
colors were spectacular, ranging from dark blue to violet and orange with
reddish or golden yellow hues. A slight breeze was rustling through the
tall plants that formed a tiny, private haven in the middle of this stone
and steel city. Leaning back, closing his eyes, he simply let himself relax.
Tsuzuki really had a knack for gardening and landscaping, he mused.
The garden looked wonderful and it smelled fresh and green.
Soft steps announced the arrival of his host, the creator of this incredible
rooftop getaway, and he cracked one blue eye open. Watari smiled as he
held out a hand, which was offering a can of beer to him. Tatsumi smiled
in return and took it.
"Thanks," he said quietly.
Watari nodded and took the second chair, sighing with contentment. There
was a soft hooting and 003 landed in one of the plants, looking decidedly
pleased. The owl was enjoying the greenery just as much as the two shinigami.
As the sky darkened more, lights went on around them in the many houses
and on the streets. Tatsumi just watched the spectacle of the hundreds
of lights, signs of human life, and drank his beer. His eyes kept drifting
to the blond at his side, noting the relaxed way he lounged in his chair,
hair bound back and revealing the handsome face. Watari was wearing one
of his favorite shirts, with a wide open neck, showing skin that tempted
Tatsumi to kiss and nibble at it.
He finally rose to deposit his can in the small receptacle that had
been placed next to a plant, then leaned over and gave in to his desire.
Watari gave a soft sigh as the Shadow Master placed kisses along his
exposed neck, down to the shoulder, nibbling at the collar bone. One hand
came up and lodged at the back of his neck.
"Hm, hungry?" he teased.
"Ravenous," Tatsumi replied.
"I've got some cold fried noodles," was the offer.
Tatsumi grunted and lightly bit at the soft skin he was caressing. Watari
yelped and laughed.
"Okay, no noodles," he chuckled. "How about..."
"You," the Shadow Master rumbled.
"Then there's that..."
Another bite was delivered, this one gentle and tender, not even leaving
a mark. Watari moaned a little, his fingers carding into Tatsumi's longish
strands.
"We still need to give this place a proper home warming party," he told
his blond lover.
"I concur," was the breathless reply.
"Alone," Tatsumi added, already reading the teasing light in the semi-open
eyes correctly.
Watari pretended to pout, but he didn't protest. Their lips finally
met in a slow, sensual kiss. It was a bit awkward at first, kissing his
lover the other way around, but with some soft chuckling they both managed.
The blond finally rose, stepping into his taller lover's arms, the next
kiss far more like they were used to kissing, and the action soon moved
them inside into the bedroom where still a few boxes were waiting to be
unpacked. Neither man cared, actually.
Outside, in one of the trees on the terrace, 003 hooted softly and preened
her feathers. The little owl listened to the sounds of the night for a
while, large yellow eyes seeing perfectly in the near-darkness, then it
took flight to go and have a look around the new place. It knew that its
friend and his partner would be busy for a while.

tbc...
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