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Ghosts In the Night	By : Meirav Category: +S to Z > X/1999 Views: 2123 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own X/1999, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Ghosts In the Night
- 2-Succubus
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Disclaimer: I do not own X/1999 or Tokyo
Babylon.

Many thanks to my beta Kitsunia.

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Incubus

Night lies outside the large window, its darkness
reaching out eely arms to smother any lights inside the apartment one after
another. It could not tolerate the lights� warmth, the hope it gives the
failing human heart within.

The recovering city with its newly fixed buildings
bustled with construction and resurrection at daytime but at nighttime the workers
returned home, leaving the city cold and dark.

Often Subaru would stop whatever he was doing around
the city and looked around, blinking with amazement.

What had become of Tokyo?

All the science fiction movies, the horror flicks,
action movies, all showed massive destruction and chaos. No one bothered to
show the day afterwards though.

Tokyo�s proud concrete and iron Babylon became a
jungle of scaffolds and huge cranes. Construction workers were its new
citizens.

The army had been called to help civilians reclaim
their lost property and the military one replaced civilian police. Troops were
called to lend a hand in resurrecting the city. Khaki and dark green tents were
erected on main street corners to form bases and watch posts for the invading
force.

Burglars and bands of looters were washing through the
city to try and dig precious things out of the rubble and a harsh war was
opened against them by the nation they belonged to.

Staying loyal to their country in it�s time of
distress and need, whomever survived the year from the three yakuza families of
Tokyo volunteered to help clearing out rubble and dig for buried or trapped
victims of the earthquakes. The summer�s last spells of heat forced them to
work shirtless. The dark green of the soldier�s uniforms dances side by side
with the colorful dazzling tattoos on the yakuza�s bodies.

The animals of the city returned to their territory in
huge stampedes.

Forgotten pet cats, cats that sensed in advance that
danger is about to unfold on them and took off before the earthquakes grew too
strong, now returned to the wreckage of their homes to stare at it confused and
frightened.

Street cats roamed their old territories to learn its
new features and mark new borders, roamed across new territories to make them
theirs, scurried across a demolished road to the nearest army post where
leftovers of food were tossed aside by the soldiers, where they will feed and
drink.

Forgotten and abandoned pet dogs clung to the army men
and construction workers, even to the yakuza to grovel for attention and food.
Some gathered in packs and roamed the city like wolves in a forest.

The birds that fled the city in the last days before
the battle now returned, darkening the sky, hiding the sun behind their wings. They
settled down on tree branches, electric wires, building edges and windowsills.

And they sang, oh how they sang, chirping and twitting
until the city�s new men complained about it loudly. But the birds would not
stop; so happy were they that their homes were safe and sound again.

The government brought ambassadors of rich western
countries to see the extent of the damage so the kind foreigners� heart might
soften and their palms would open.

Fancy shiny black cars added to the city�s new traffic
of army jeeps, fancy pimp cars, and massive trucks driving brimful with
concrete, small cranes and large stones.

Reporters flood to the city from all over the world to
beam the destroyed city to the homes of anyone willing around the planet. They
came, they got what they needed and they left as soon as the scoop�s uniqueness
subsided, like vultures backing away from a skeleton which was once a juicy
carcass.

Subaru stood in the middle of the street and looked
around him trying to comprehend what�s going on. It seemed the world had turned upside down,
became everything it shouldn�t be. Wrong.

What a mess.

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Subaru turned his back to the strange new city and
resumed his trip back home. He was back from a Sumeragi assignment; he must
rest now before he�ll have to walk out again to a Sakurazukamori assignment.

These wild days found the man cold and closed like an
icicle. He did not care about the endlessly working men and those who have lost
their home and now gathered to the city to try and dig their life back from the
rubble. Where his heart once pounded furiously for the sorrow and pain of his
fellow men it was now careless and ignorant.

Life brushed past him like a powerfully blowing wind
and he turned his head away from it, refusing to acknowledge it. What had he
with life? With warmth and joy of others if he has none of it
in his own heart? Even pain and sorrow from those around him could never
compare to what he felt for almost ten years now, so why try to tune into them?

He did his jobs quietly, existing from one day to the
next. Step by step, inhale and exhale, eat food and extract it. His hands
grabbed white ofuda in acts of sorcery, his fingers joined together to enhance
a spell, his mouth whispered or shouted commands to spirits and ghosts and the
missions brushed past him under the light of day.

His right arm drew back, straight as a spear, and then
lashed forward to dig through skin, muscle and bone. Hearts fluttered at the
tips of his fingers before they burst in half and released blood all around his
gloved palm and long shirt sleeve in the midst of the furling and unfurling
darkness of the night.

Subaru was the complete Ying and Yang now; the sky
glowed white on him as the sun shone black through clouds of thin rubble, crane
and truck smoke adding to the cloud. The night was black as his clothes, as his
inherited long fancy coat as the moon shone above him white as a barren skull.

In a sense he is whole now.

Fleeting thoughts like that, like the moment of wander
and puzzlement at the sight of the strange city around him were few these days.
Subaru had become a frozen drone. His heart will never skip a beat over a
stimulating emotion, his mismatched eyes will never glitter suddenly at the
sight of beauty, and the sight of his loved one�s face. Never
again.

He lay in his single bed and closed his eyes at
nighttime to block it out, feeling how empty and meaningless he had become then
letting go of the care about it.

Once he had been filled with the hope he will have a
place in him where he�ll be Subaru side by side with duty. Now he had so much
duty in him and so little Subaru left.

Sleep takes him slowly, creeping up on him like the
city�s nighttime noises through the windows. Bats screeching, owls hooting, and
dog howls in the abandoned jungle. He silenced his thought and listened to
them, patiently beckoning sleep to come.

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The nights were getting cold as summer�s defenses
against the upcoming winter cracked and turned into autumn.

Subaru took out the duvet and began using it after a
short spell of the common cold made his duties absolutely intolerable.

He couldn�t be bothered with wiping his nose when the
tissues he�d hold soaked the blood on his hand before it got to his nose. He
couldn�t focus on what the latest haunted re-recruited office�s staff talked
about with a head as heavy as concrete hurled out from the rubble.

His duvet was light and soft as it covered him. He
curled into it and clawed at it, refusing the consolation. Even his objects
seemed to be like nagging happy children tugging at his sleeves with a plea to
make him happy. He refused the heat and flung the duvet away from him.

Digging his face into his pillow, Subaru lay on his back barren and scattered like a cast away doll,
fighting to sleep.

He couldn�t. The air in his apartment was tense; a
spirit was forming in his hall.

Subaru ignored it. The dangers of an angry spirit�s
familiars or comrades from the world of the dead coming back to haunt their
friend�s exorcist was not a rare thing for a Sumeragi.

Relatives of the Tree�s latest victim coming to haunt
him were also old news by now.

Nothing can jar him by now.

He focused on the silent night outside the window and
waited for sleep to take him.

The spirit waited for sleep to take Subaru as well. It
was the type to work its act only when its victim is asleep.

In the middle of the night, while Subaru floated in
the meaningless void of an empty dreamscape, the spirit stepped forward.

*******************

Smooth soft wind blew across a valley of skin
underneath the double mountain ridge of Subaru�s ribs. Only those who hardly
care for themselves enough to eat barely enough to survive carve a landscape
such as this onto their bodies.

Smooth soft wind soon materializes into a thicker
pocket of air, into something actual and physical. Fingers.
Running across soft silky skin.

Subaru�s eyelids flutter but stay closed. He turned
his head sideways slightly on the stiff thin pillow worn into a shallow flap of
cloth and squashed cotton after ages of use.

The fingers travel lower, past the small crater of
Subaru�s navel until the earth around it shook slightly. Fingers run across the
sensitive skin on the edge of the pelvic bones that form a bordering mountain
range to ending the valley.

Fingers curling around Subaru�s boxers� waistband like
cruel fishing hooks, relentless.

Then they give up. The spirit remembers it is past the
time when garments are its obstacles.

Subaru moans lightly but refuses to open his eyes. Still in sleep. The noises of the city outside only pass
into his dreamscape faintly; he is not in total check of his surroundings.

Something warm, turning hot, hotter. The complete Ying
and Yang is way past the age when he�d get erections in the middle of the night.
He has one now though. The spirit smirks and remembers there�s no one here who
can see it.

Subaru jerks his legs unconsciously, still floating in
dream�s clouds but definitely aware that something good is happening to his
body.

It�s not real heat though is it? It�s
sensation cause by something touching you minus the sensation of something
actually being there to touch it. Pure pleasure without the
physical aspect of what�s causing it.

Lights in his vision as he sleeps draw long white
lines slowly building upwards, upwards, standing like towers, hard as rock.

Subaru gasps in his sleep and arches his back. Then he
whimpers when the pleasure becomes more intense, more frantic. A single
spotlight traveling up and down them, up and down, up and down, faster and
faster, lights the towers in his sight.

He whimpers with his mouth open until it sounds more
like a vowel. He curls his legs upwards and shuts them, bony knees banging into
each other.

But spirits are beyond such blocks so the spotlight in
Subaru�s dream shoots into frenzy, uninterrupted.

Subaru arches his back more and digs the top of his
head deep into the pillow.

There are tiny gushes of wind circling his nipples,
spreading the same bodiless heat as lower on the onmyouji�s
body.

He lets out a small cry and slumps back onto the
mattress, gasping for air in his sleep.

The spirit withdraws, contemplating.

Subaru flips in the bed, rumpling the thin sheet under
him. He rolls onto his back, legs splayed sideways on the bed, slightly opened.
He raises his pelvis up into the air but only just a little. Still
sleeping.

The spirit gushes forward like a powerful flood
storming on landscape, like a leopards softly crawling towards its prey. It�s
on the bed.

A moment later Subaru fumbles for the duvet and plops
it across himself to keep out the night�s cold. Subconsciously knowing what�s
going on.

The spirit sniggers. Missions like vengeance will
never die if they backfired on you. Heated emotions like passion will never
subside even after the object of hate�s death.

Still it spills onto the prone body on the bed,
stroking inner thighs until they comply and open up a bit more.

With one hand clutching the duvet, Subaru reaches the
other to his mouth to stifle an upcoming moan. A moan of
relief.

The black dreamscape is penetrated by pain and heat
until its owners gasp and lets a tiny scream end it. He whimpers again, as the
lines of light are now horizontal, shooting towards him then withdrawing
backwards.

And there are tiny stars of light in his sleep too,
twinkling here and there, whenever the pulsing white path moves by them. They
are inverted and searing, he knows they�re bleeding, but twinkling nonetheless.

Subaru�s pillow dampens from tears and saliva, above
it lays a powerfully moaning onmyouji though in the realm of the physical
there�s nothing there to make him do that.

He lies unmoving on the mattress and lets the spirit
run its business on him. Eons age he�d move a little to draw a monster deeper
into him until it was no longer a monster but a man, then a blur, then
something Subaru was far too occupied to analyze anymore.

He is gasping between moans and whimpers before every
gasp. Light fills his dreamscape. Bright white and pure, yet deadly, chasing
away colors and forms until there�s nothing but blank white.

There once was a man who did that a lot; turned
something good into something horrible.

Nothing was more horrible then the loneliness and
emptiness of Subaru�s current life so the light wasn�t all that bad now.

Subaru bites into his fingers until they bleed.

The spirit almost reveals itself for now it is a
swirling mass of tiny particles like dust in a beam of light. It let its guard
down because there�s no one to watch it here. Also because it cannot control
its body anymore right now.

Wind rages across the room in circles, making the
curtains rustle. They dance for a while like huge black sea slugs. Then
subside.

It ended.

The curtains calm and hang down flabbily.

The spirit fades away, exhausted. This is all it can
do.

Subaru�s gasping still as he fights to calm his
breathe. At the taste of blood he opens his eyes and removes his fist from his
mouth.

Coldly he observes his bloody digits until it sinks in
that he is in bed and that he clearly remembers taking a shower after tonight�s
job.

He moves to get up and bandage his fingers when he
registers the wet stickiness between his boxers and his body. He looks down on
himself and the mattress, baffled.

He is slightly sore and sticky, sweat dripping down
his body though it is very cold outside. Perhaps he curled himself too much
into the duvet.

For now he chooses to ignore the stickiness in his
groin.

Subaru pads down to the bathroom and washes his
fingers. With a bit of cotton wool he dabs a thick antiseptic liquid onto the
tiny holes forming an arch on his forefinger and middle finger�s sides.

As he slowly spins the long thin gauze around his
fingers the notion dawns on him like setting fog.

He stares at himself in the mirror. His eyes are big
and swollen, floating on pale skin between his delicate eyebrows and the slowly
darkening bags at the bottom. They are not as hollow as they are every time he
catches a brief glance of them while shaving or cleaning his teeth; there�s a
teeny tiny glint in them now.

�S�ei�shi�ro�-san�

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