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Bete Noir	By : Macx Category: Descendents of Darkness/Yami No Matsuei > General Views: 1911 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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-Bete Noir
- 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
- 9
- 10
Byakko had lost himself in the routine of daily life in GensouKai.
He went through his work load, he partook in meetings, and he was firm
in his belief that matters were going back to normal -- until the fateful
day Sohryu called a full council meeting of all twelve Commanders. It concerned
the latest events, the instability of the realms, the resulting problems,
and finally Tsuzuki's role and importance. They all knew how important
their master was to them, but now he was even more so.
The tiger sat stiffly at the table, listening to Sohryu's report, his
statistics, his orders and everything else. Byakko knew how important it
was to make sure Tsuzuki was protected as best as possible by the shikigami
he commanded, even when they weren't called upon to aide in a battle, but
part of him couldn't suppress the panic that was creeping up his spine
from the sheer proximity of Rikugo.
The astrologer's usual place was left of Byakko. It had always been.
He had never had any trouble with it either.
Until...
Until he had started to remember things that were too horrifying to
ever reveal to anyone. He hadn't told Touda or Tsuzuki. He didn't plan
on telling them either.
Rikugo was calm, a rock in a turbulent sea as always, arguing with Sohryu
over some matters, accepting other decisions without batting an eye. It
was the Rikugo they knew, but Byakko remembered him as someone different,
too.
So the panic crept on. And grew. Multiplied...
His fingers clenched into fists, his aura was pulled tightly around
him as if not to provoke the other shikigami in any way, and he refused
to look at him.
Byakko prayed for a quick end of the meeting.

Touda sat in his customary place, listening to Sohryu detail to the
others what he and Touda had worked out over the last days and weeks. He
knew the dragon's words inside out, so his attention was drawn again and
again to the silver-haired God who was his lover.
Byakko was coiled as tightly as a spring, his eyes were fixed on a spot
ahead of him, and he was too pale for Touda's liking.
The moment the meeting was over, Byakko rose and hurried out of the
room. Touda frowned, about to follow, then caught Rikugo's pained expression.
The astrologer looked just as bad as Byakko, maybe even worse, and he was
trembling a little. He hurriedly gathered his papers and disappeared.
Touda found Sohryu frowning, then their eyes met.
Yes, something was wrong. He didn't need to hear it to know the truth.
Something between Rikugo and Byakko.
Not that his lover would talk to him about it. He was keeping silent
about that particular problem, and it was a problem.
What is going on? Touda thought darkly.
° ° °
The council meeting had been the last straw to break the camel's back.
In this case, the back had been Rikugo's.
Sitting in the observatory, eyes closed, he pushed the balls of his
hands into his eyes, breathing hard. Rikugo had never felt such fear in
a shikigami, such loathing and hatred and anger and aggression, than in
Byakko. It was all colliding in a volatile mixture.
The meeting had been barely over when the young tiger had literally
fled the room, and Rikugo had done the same. He could still feel the panic
in the other, as they had sat side by side, listening to Sohryu. In the
beginning he had been able to lose himself in his arguments and counterpoints
to Sohryu's topics, but when matters had settled and they had changed over
to another topic, Rikugo had been hard pressed to ignore Byakko any longer.
He fears me. He loathes me. He truly believes I did this to him! Why?
Had he ever made the child feel unwell? Had Byakko felt threatened?
Molested? Had he wanted to run and come back because Rikugo was his elder,
a teacher, and something of a guardian?
If yes...
The tall figure shuddered and nausea rose inside him. He wanted nothing
more than to forget it all, help Byakko erase those memories, but what
if the devil had worked with actual fears? What if this twisted version
of the truth stemmed from true feelings?
No... he begged. Please, no... it couldn't be...
What if it is?
It was too much.
Rikugo jumped up and barely made it into the bathroom before he had
to throw up.
Shaking, feeling so sick and tired, he sank down the ornate wall.
What if Byakko had always felt like this? What if he had pushed those
thoughts and fears aside, to live normally with Rikugo's presence, and
the devil had unearthed them?
His arms wrapped around his stomach, cramps hitting him. He wanted to
throw up again, but there were only dry heaves.
No... no, no, no... I never... I wouldn't ever... I only felt for a
student of mine once in all my life, and that was brief. And he wasn't
a child. He was a young man.
Rikugo almost started to hyperventilate.
It was as if the devil had known about it, twisting something personal.
Did I ever give Byakko reason to feel unwell in my presence? Did I ever
get too close? Did I... did he feel like this? Was he afraid of me?
Closing his eyes, he stayed in the private bathroom for a long, long
time.
Something had to be done. He had a decision to make, and he knew it
wouldn't be pleasant.
°
Not far away in the palace, another one was aware of what was going
on. Genbu didn't have all the facts. He didn't know the reason behind Byakko's
strange behavior, only that it had to do with the possession. Some nightmares
that still lingered.
And it had to do with Rikugo.
The old God pursed his lips and stroked over his long beard.
His student was suffering greatly from this, just like Byakko, and he
was falling apart.
Something would have to give soon.
Something would break, and he feared it was Rikugo.
° ° °
He was watching from afar. In a private room, away from interference.
This was his inner sanctum, a place where no servants dared to come. Ever.
It was his refuge, his study, his entertainment chamber, and the window
into a world no one knew he had access to.
He watched and he waited, and lately he had found himself cursing softly
under his breath.
"Failed, hm?"
The voice was cool, filled with mockery, a little gloating, and he gave
it only a cursory attention.
He hadn't failed. His plan just needed to be adapted. There had been
too many variables and while some experiments had yielded the expected
results, those experiments had also run out of control in some stages.
"It's all going according to plan," he murmured.
A chuckle. "Really? I doubt it. You made mistakes, didn't have all the
facts, and you handled it like an amateur."
He turned, looking at the other presence with him, an equally cold smile
on his lips.
"Why don't you let a professional handle this?" the other asked. "Isn't
that why you keep me around?"
"Professional?" he echoed. "You failed before, my pet."
"No, I merely had setbacks. You never had all the information, despite
knowing Tsuzuki so perfectly well. I gave you what you wanted and you couldn't
make it work."
"But you could."
Silky laughter was his answer.
The eternally beautiful figure glided closer. "Tell me then."

To be continued in Phoenix
- 9
- 10
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