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Pawn	By : Macx Category: Descendents of Darkness/Yami No Matsuei > General Views: 2480 -:- 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-Pawn
- 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
- 9
- 10
- 11
All over GensouKai central, the Divine Commanders experienced that
rush, some able to buffer it, others collapsing under the strain. The worst
off were Tenkou and Kijin, who simply lost consciousness, while Genbu,
Taimo and Daion were able to shake off the effects without much trouble.
°
Rikugo lay curled up on the ground, trembling hard, his energy lines
overloaded with the power rush he had experienced and was still suffering
from. Something was coming through from Tsuzuki that was far beyond normal
and possible.
So dark.
So harsh.
So sharp.
"Rikugo!"
He tried to concentrate on the voice and blinked his eyes open, gazing
at Sohryu, who looked a lot worse for wear. His hair was mostly undone,
his robes wrinkled, and he was pale as a sheet. He was trembling, too.
Rikugo managed to sit up, but he almost collapsed again. Sohryu grabbed
him and held him upright.
"Tsuzuki," the astrologer stammered.
"Yes." The other dragon sounded just as shaky.
Servants were rushing into the room, stopping as they saw the two on
the floor, shaken and radiating the remnants of the rush. Above Rikugo,
the roof now featured a new sky light.
"The others..." the blond whispered. "Your children... Go..."
Sohryu's eyes widened in shock and he stumbled to his feet, pushing
off helpful hands. "Where are Tenkou and Kijin?" he demanded.
There were voices, answering his sharp questions, and Rikugo started
to drift off again, totally exhausted by the rush. He still felt the almost
painful thrum and if it was painful for him, it must have been hell for
the children. They might be a part of Sohryu, had been born from his and
the Emperor's energy, but they were still young.
Closing his eyes, concentrating on simply how to breathe, Rikugo drifted
off. He was so damned tired all of a sudden.
° ° °
In the Palace of Candles, the giant hell serpent started awake with
a howl. The large head shot up, crashed into the roof, and the tail smashed
into a just repaired wall that immediately crumbled under the impact. Ryu,
who had been tending to their still unconscious second patient, raced into
the demolished hall.
Touda's wings were fully spread, leaving deep grooves in the wall, and
his eyes were holding an unholy fire. His jaws clicked dangerously.
The hell serpent hadn't been aware of Tsuzuki's loss of control because,
as if someone had timed it, he had been in Limbo the second Tsuzuki had
freed his innate powers. And he had been close to unconsciousness immediately
afterwards. Now, startled out of his exhaustion, he reached for the bond
and ran into a wall of such proportions, he howled in rage.
::TSUZUKI!::
He wound and twisted in the confines of the building, wings beating
frantically.
::NO!::
The darkness was free, the power was running unchecked, and he had no
access to his master's mind from here.
"Touda!"
The voice was small compared to his hisses and roars, but the moment
a cold, sharp slice of black shadows slapped him, he whirled around, snarling.
His attention was on the so insignificantly small shinigami who dared to
challenge him.
Ice blue eyes met fiery red ones. Shadows danced around the man, black
and hissing and snapping, like Touda's hellish aura.
"Tsuzuki is in the world of the living," the Shadow Master called. "Watari
and I can take you with us, but you have to change into your human form!"
Touda snarled again.
"Do it or you'll be stuck here!" Watari added.
And he did. Eyes now golden, alive with that unholy fire, he allowed
both shinigami to touch him, tolerating their auras encasing him.
Then there was the rush of a transfer.
°
Ryu gazed at the Palace, sighing deeply.
Total wreck, he decided. Again.
Well, it could have been worse.
The building would repair itself and he had something much more important
to take care of. Terazuma was still unconscious and very weak.
The master of the Palace of Candles walked back into the guest room
where Watson was still holding the first aid kit that would make any surgeon
weep with appreciation. He settled down on the mattress next to the shinigami
and looked at this patient.
Terazuma Hajime, the way he had looked before his possession. Round
ears, the stripes were gone, and when he had checked the eyes there had
been dark brown ones instead of red. All signs of his possession had disappeared
for now, but the moment he and the black lion were reunited, things would
be back to what they had been.
"Prepare some light soup," Ryu told Watson. "I think our guest will
be hungry when he wakes."
Watson bowed briefly and waddled off.
° ° °
Sohryu looked at his children, now sleeping in their beds, Tenkou curled
up close to her older brother. She had cried herself into sleep, suffering
from the overload that had brought even their father to his knees. The
dragon stroked over the dark blue hair that was a mirror of his own.
Tenkou whimpered softly and he whispered her name, humming tenderly.
She quieted down and Sohryu sighed.
All of them had suffered from the blast and they still were. This wasn't
something brief, some kind of surge.
Something had happened.
Something terrible.
None of them had been Summoned by their master and Sohryu feared for
Tsuzuki. With Touda absent they didn't even have a link to him.
Darkness, he thought. Tsuzuki's darkness.
He had only felt it once, when he been bested in the challenge he himself
had begun, and that had been a tiny fragment of what had washed over him
now.
A tremor passed through him and he grit his teeth. Tenkou whimpered
again and Kijin moved restlessly. They felt the surges all the more acutely
because their resistance was so low.
"It's okay," he calmed them. "It's okay."
The door opened and Sohryu didn't have the strength to glare at the
possible intruder. Byakko, pale as a sheet, and Suzaku, who didn't look
much better, looked tentatively inside.
"How are they?" Byakko wanted to know.
"They feel what we feel," he answered, voice rough.
"Something has happened to Tsuzuki," Suzaku murmured.
"And we don't know what because Touda is gone. Maybe I should go to
Meifu," Byakko offered.
Sohryu raised his head again from his vigil over his children, meeting
the pain-filled, red eyes. Byakko was suffering like all of them.
"I can make it!" Byakko added, as if answering the dragon's silent thoughts.
"We are in no shape to go anywhere," Sohryu answered. "Not like this."
"Sohryu...!"
"Byakko, no."
"But Tsuzuki is in danger! We all can feel it! Something happened and
Touda... Touda's not here, and we haven't heard from Meifu, whether he
arrived or not! Let me go!"
"Byakko, I can't."
The aura flared briefly. "Then stop me," the tiger snarled and whirled
around, stalking away.
Sohryu slumped a little, his hand still resting on Tenkou's small body.
He felt her vibrate with the echoes from Tsuzuki. He couldn't stop Byakko
and he wouldn't.
"Can I stay?" Suzaku whispered and came carefully closer.
He nodded wordlessly and she settled down beside Kijin, stroking over
the unruly blue hair. No words were lost between them as they guarded the
youngest of the twelve, and Sohryu actually prayed that Byakko would find
an answer.
°
For the tiger, the problem wasn't finding Tsuzuki. It was getting into
Meifu. The constant bombardment of power had weakened him and the moment
he tried to jump, he crashed into a wall and was repelled. He mewled softly
as he fell to his knees, a headache flaring into a migraine.
And then the next power surge from Tsuzuki nearly eradicated all thought.
° ° °
Muraki gazed into the once human eyes of his opponent. He lay on the
ground, looking up, the gray sky above him, promising rain.
He smiled.
Rain.
He liked the rain.
Clean and cool against his skin, washing away the pain and blood and
scars, washing away his sins and his past, leaving only what had remained
unchanged from the day of his birth.
His soul shivered under the cold, calculating eyes of Tsuzuki Asato,
or what had remained of the man. Muraki knew what he was facing. This was
what Enma had wanted; this was what could be shaped by the Lord of Hades
into what he so badly needed.
"Tsuzuki," he whispered, ravaged lips moving slowly.
He tasted blood.
His blood.
And he smiled.
The black coat snapped like ethereal wings around the slender form,
and Muraki thought he saw those shadows spread, become real wings, but
maybe it was only his imagination.
Somewhere in this chaos was Hisoka. His doll. His puppet. His toy.
Like he had been the same, Enma-Daiou's plaything. From the day of his
birth he had been cursed to end like this. Because of his grandfather's
experiments, because of his parents' madness, because of his cursed family
and their search for immortality, for power, for everything humanity should
not ever consider having.
Muraki had no regrets.
His soul wept softly.
Yes, maybe one regret. Oriya. He had said good-bye to his oldest friend
already, the only one who had never judged him, who had tried to be a friend,
who had been a friend, who had been loyal.
A friend.
Sometimes more.
Sometimes not even that.
Looking into those cold eyes, regret washed over the scarred soul.
To see you like this... I wish I hadn't triggered you, Muraki thought
faintly. Because there is no going back. Because he has won now. He will
shape you. He will take away what you were, Tsuzuki.
"Kill me," Muraki whispered out loud.
The hair was moving in the magical wind, stirred by the sheer energy
the darkness created. The cold amethysts flickered a little as the old
Tsuzuki pushed forward.
So beautiful. Tsuzuki had always been beautiful.
"Kill me, Asato. Please."
"Why?"
"Because I want to finally be free."
I'm a fallen angel, a faulty product. I should not have born, but
I was. I should never have existed, but I do. I cannot die. I cannot live.
My life was just an experiment.
Muraki smiled more. For the first time in what felt like an eternity,
his mind was free of the madness. This was him, his true self. This was
what he could have been.
"Please, Tsuzuki, save me. Release me!"
Give me peace.
For years his mind had been controlled, filled with thoughts that were
as mad as they were cold and terrible and logical, and he had been like
possessed. Now, at the end, for the first time in this unplanned and ungodly
existence, his thoughts were clear. They were his own.
I'm sorry, Oriya. You were right. You were always right. And you
were my friend. I wish I had that moment now with you, to tell you what
you meant to me. You said I existed like a mechanical doll. I did. I always
did. It was obsessed and possessed. It was my family curse.
"Please," he pleaded softly.
Tsuzuki knelt beside him, the pale finger caressing his bloody face.
The amethyst eyes showed this strange mixture of absolutely dark power
and human compassion. Soon the latter would vanish.
"Why did you do this?" Tsuzuki asked.
"I had my reasons."
He gazed into the face he had dreamed of, a face he had imagined when
someone else had taken his body, had possessed and claimed him as his.
Tsuzuki had been his hope and his light and he had been his unreachable
dream. Now this dream touched him gently and tenderly for the very first
time.
Muraki chuckled and a gurgle escaped his chest. "You don't know how
I dreamed of you touching me this way," he whispered. "You kept me alive."
"Why did you do this?" Tsuzuki repeated, eyes fixed on his.
"Because I had to." Blood covered his white teeth, making them look
grotesque. "We are so much alike, Asato. I was an experiment of my family,
of madness. You were an accident of a demon raping a human woman, and fathering
an impossible child. Neither of us should have been able to exist. You
were a freak occurrence. Demons rarely, if ever, father hybrids. I was
genetically engineered by my own grandfather."
Muraki coughed again and blood frothed at his lips. Tsuzuki wiped it
away, his thumb ghosting over the bloodless lips.
"We are the same," the scientist murmured. "It's why I ask you to release
me from this parody of a life. Give me a chance to repay."
Muraki had no illusions as to where his soul, should it even survive
death, would go.
Tsuzuki's hand rested on his torn and cut chest. He felt the power contained
in that touch.
"Do it," he managed.
Free me.
"Who saved you?" Tsuzuki asked.
Muraki laughed, then coughed again. "My master."
"Who?"
He smiled more. "Give me freedom, Tsuzuki. I cannot tell you more."
The amethyst eyes bore into him. "You will die with that knowledge."
"Yes."
And the power consumed him as he gazed into the violet crystals that
were Tsuzuki's eyes. He held that look, clung to that beautiful color as
his body finally returned into the nothingness where it had always belonged,
as his unholy life ended.
Thank you, he thought.
You're welcome, Kazutaka, a voice whispered, filled with such
sadness that he could almost see tears.
And then there was nothing but the eternity of darkness and even that
was reduced to nothing as he allowed himself to let go.

tbc...
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