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The Saiyuki Chronicles - Tsuki Chapter COMPLETE	By : Sungirl763 Category: Gensomaden Saiyuki > Het - Male/Female Views: 785 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Gensomaden Saiyuki nor the characters from it. I also do not make any kind of money from writing this story. See A/N in each ch. for additional disclaimers.

Chapter List
- 9
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- 11
Word count: 3,804
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The sun had begun to set on Konran Tower. Tsuki had showered after the day’s events, the heat of the sun doing more damage than the actual fight; not that she had done much with Sanzo. Still, Homura was pleased with the encounter, inviting everyone to meet up later for a celebratory meal and wine.
Tsuki pulled her hair up in a large messy bun high on her head, her bangs still parted over her golden eye and loose wisps dangled down along the other side of her face and along the back of her neck. She looked herself over, approving of the cream colored qipao with black trim. The fabric near the buttons left a small gap running the length of her collar along her chest, and just over the side of her breast.
This qipao was like some of the others she favored: slit high up on her hips on each side and an open window that exposed half her back. She decided to wear some open toed heels to match: cream colored shoes with black stilettos and soles. Satisfied, Tsuki gave herself a nod in approval and headed towards the dining room.
•
The sound of her heels echoed through the threshold as Tsuki entered the dining room. Homura stopped listening to the ongoing conversation and stared at the half breed in awe, standing from his seat.
“My, what’s the occasion, Tsuki,” Homura asked. She smiled at him, having an extra sway in her step as she approached the table with a decadent spread. Shien was seated to Homura’s left, Xenon to the right. As much as she didn’t care for the open seat next to Xenon, it was the only one available. He poured a glass of bourbon and handed it to Tsuki.
“I admit I didn’t like you at first, but you were entertaining today,” he commented as Tsuki took the glass from him, thanking him for the drink. Having watched her fight first hand, Xenon’s thoughts on the half-breed changed.
“Despite restraining yourself, you were entertaining to watch as well,” Tsuki stated as she took a small drink of the offered beverage. Xenon chuckled at the comment and grabbed his own glass of the dark liquor. Homura and Shien grabbed their own respective glasses as Homura raised his own glass into the air, the four of them standing at the table.
“I’d like to propose a toast,” Homura began, “to Xenon, for making short work of General Kenren. He is hot tempered, but not one to be trifled with on the battlefield.” Xenon nodded, lifting his cup at the compliment. “To Shien, for keeping Field Marshal Tenpou in his place. He is a crafty fellow if you let your guard down for even a moment.” Shien smiled, also giving a small nod to the praise. Homura then turned to Tsuki, pausing before continuing his speech. “To Tsuki.”
She turned her gaze to his, noting the pleased look in Homura’s eyes. “Not only did you keep Konzen distracted, but you also delayed him and his party from covering any ground for the next few days. You even jammed his banishing gun.”
“Konzen?” “Ken” who? The names sounded familiar, but Tsuki couldn’t pinpoint from where. She knew who Homura was referring to, but why did he address them by other names? Perhaps she was just thinking too hard about the names being connected to something. Xenon’s hearty laugh echoed throughout the room, disrupting her train of thought.
“You did what,” he asked, “I can’t believe I missed that. Sanzo must’ve been pissed.”
“Without you three,” Homura continued, “our plans would be stagnant. Today’s encounter brought us that much closer to the final stages of the new world, to a new Heaven and Earth!”
Tsuki and Xenon let out a loud cheer as the four met glasses across the table and taking a drink. The four recapped the days events, exaggerating certain elements while joking about others. Tsuki traded out the bourbon for a glass of wine, helping herself to the various fruit and meat plates on the table, each plate complimented the various wines prepared for tonight. Laughter filled the room as Homura and Tsuki began to lead the conversation, talking about the fight with Dokugakuji.
After some time passed Xenon rolled his eyes, unable to stand the chit chat going on between the two. He grabbed his glass and chair, moving to the other side of the table next to Shien. Tsuki thanked him, perhaps a little too enthusiastically in her inebriated state as she moved closer to Homura.
The bottles of wine emptied as fast as they were replaced, the spread on the table growing thin. The way Tsuki was behaving reminded Homura of someone else, it didn’t seem like Tsuki. The way she emphasized certain words, her hand gestures, body language, he became enamored with it all as he placed one arm around the back of her chair.
Tsuki and Homura were practically shoulder-to-shoulder, sitting on the same side of the table as they continued to joke with each other. Finishing his drink, Shien elbowed Xenon and nodded in the direction of the door. Xenon grabbed an unopened bottle of bourbon sitting at the table and left with Shien. Tsuki and Homura seemed to be oblivious of their absence as they exited the room.
•
The sun had long since set behind the horizon, the moon slowly rising as the two continuing to talk alone. Feeling the effects of the alcohol, Homura looked at Tsuki affectionately, completely smitten with her in his drunken state. Tsuki grabbed the wine bottle, preparing to pour herself another glass when her eyes finally glanced over at the empty seats at the table.
“When did they leave,” Tsuki mumbled. Homura placed a hand over hers on the wine bottle, lightly guiding it back down to the table as he stood up, removing the large jacket as he did so before pulling Tsuki up to her feet. She made a small noise in protest, really wanting that next glass of wine.
Tsuki stumbled in her heels as Homura pulled her in close, guiding her hand to his shoulder before placing his hand on the exposed skin of her back, holding her other hand out. Tsuki looked up at him, confused. He returned her gaze with a warmth in his eyes that made her heart flip in her chest.
“What’re you-”
Homura interrupted her by gently guiding her forward, his hand lightly pulling hers. She stumbled with his movements, somehow managing not to trip over her feet and her shoes. What was with him tonight? Did things with him and Goku go that smoothly?
Homura smiled tenderly at Tsuki as he used his hands to keep her balanced while they danced. He would occasionally lift her arm up, the hand at her back pushing her to twirl under his arm before being pulled back against his chest. She felt a little embarrassed to be dancing with him in such a manner, especially since she was clearly drunk and didn’t know how to dance in the first place.
She got better as the two continued simple little movements throughout the room. The way she was in sync with his movements enchanted Homura. It was a harmony that he hadn’t felt with another woman in centuries. As he twirled Tsuki, her hair had begun to take on a dark blonde pigment. He blinked for a moment, surely it was the alcohol affecting him. When he focused on her again, her eyes were a sky blue. He couldn’t hide the smile on his face as the two continued to dance, and Tsuki couldn’t help but return his smile.
When he twirled her again, he gave her an extra spin when pulling her towards him, putting her back against his chest. He wrapped one arm around in front of her, the other arm dropping to her thigh. Tsuki bit back a moan at the heated touch of his skin to her cool flesh. Her heart fluttered in the back of her throat as Homura’s fingers trailed up her leg to the slit of her dress. His hand made it’s way to the small of her back, giving her a slight push to twirl her to face him again.
Homura ceased all movement, cupping the side of her face and smiled. Tsuki was filled with so much happiness seeing Homura act this way towards her, he seemed genuinely happy to have this alone time with her.
Homura brushed the blonde bangs from her eyes, drinking in the sight of the woman he desired most, lust reflecting in her eyes back at him. Homura’s eyelids became heavy as he slowly leaned in. Tsuki’s heart raced; this time it wasn’t a fantasy, and it wasn’t a tease.
“Homura,” a familiar voice whispered. He leaned in close, his breath tickling Tsuki’s lips as he called out to her.
“Rinrei...”
Tsuki’s eyes snapped open, turning her head away before their lips met and stepping back. “What,” she asked softly, her eyes wide and filled with hurt.
“What’s the matter,” Homura asked as Rinrei pushed herself off him, anger reflecting in her eyes. Homura stared at her longingly before blinking a few times, shaking his head lightly as mind began to clear. He focused his eyes back on her before the image of Rinrei faded, transforming back to Tsuki. His eyes widened, realizing that he had called out the name of his deceased lover. He could feel the anger radiating off Tsuki as she glared hard at him.
It was truly a sobering moment for Tsuki, and she could not calm the jealousy nor the anger that quickly took over her. The wood from the dining set popped and cracked, reacting to Tsuki’s anger as the glow from her qi became clear. Her wisps of hair began to sway from the force. Wine glasses and plates fell from the table as it became contorted and twisted.
Homura held out his hand, taking a step towards Tsuki as tears of anger stung her eyes before spilling over. She violently swatted his hand away before bending down to slip off her shoes, carrying them by the stilettos as she ran towards an open window.
“Tsuki,” Homura called out to her. She looked over her shoulder, making a short head gesture which guided a wooden chair from the table to across the room, cracking against Homura’s back and splintering into pieces. He gave out a cry at the sharp impact as Tsuki climbed the window sill, a platform of vines presenting themselves from outside the castle walls.
Homura held his shoulder in pain, not quite reaching the spot where he had been hit. He watched as Tsuki stepped out onto her perch, turning to him, giving him an icy glare before disappearing down towards the ground level. He cried out her name again only to be met with silence, the table and chairs ceasing their moans of torture.
•
A ramp of vines quickly intertwined together as she rode down the intricate slope that extended at length and ending in front of the dragon stables. She stepped off her earthy ride and quickly made her way to the stable doors which snapped open as she approached. Her dragon lifted its head, rising to its feet and walked towards her as if it were obeying a silent command. Mounting her dragon, she firmly tugged the reins; the dragon immediately ran and took off.
The energy radiating off Tsuki caused ripples through the forest under her, the leaves and branches ruffling in the wake of her path as she flew. “Find him,” she shouted, addressing the trees. “Find Dokugakuji and lead me to him.”
Her dual colored eyes gave off a powerful glow as the light engulfed her body. The light around her wavered before thin beams shot out from her body, spreading far and wide over the land. Her energy wove through the trees with incredible speed, searching for any familiar patterns to Dokugakuji’s life force or touch that may still be lingering on the grounds.
After flying for some time, a tree in the distance began to grow high above the others, swaying as it forcefully changed its height to signal Tsuki. She took notice, kicking her dragon to pick up speed. As she approached the area the tree grew in, she saw an open field with what appeared to be a small bomb shelter emerging from the ground, a worn path opened before her as she landed. The patches of grass and wheat swayed hard and away from Tsuki as she walked down the path, her qi radiating around her with as much ferocity as her anger.
She approached the heavy door, placing the flat of her hand against it. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, concentrating fully on the door. After some silence, the mechanisms began to buzz as each latch struggled to move from their locked positions. The door hummed with the forced movements until finally, with a loud pop, Tsuki felt the stiffness of the door give and pulled on the large handle which opened to a stairwell leading down into the Earth. Tsuki stepped through the threshold, closing the door behind her and journeyed down the stairs.
•
Dokugakuji had a hard time sleeping. They were sent away and found themselves at an underground bunker belonging to Dr. Ni while Houtou Castle underwent repairs and an upgrade in security. He hated having to depend on that quack doctor, but anything to get away from Gyokumen Koushou.
Suddenly, Dokugakuji felt a tremor through the walls; someone had broken into the underground dwelling. “There’s no way they could’ve broken in without triggering Dr. Ni’s high-tech security,” Dokugakuji said to himself. Whoever was here, they were clearly powerful. Dokugakuji readied his sword, leaving his room and towards the aura within the building.
Dokugakuji rounded the corner, entering the main room sectioned next to a corridor which accessed the stairs leading to above ground. A light emanated from the far down the corridor, he imagined the entity was at the bottom of the stairs. He got into an attack position, readying his blade to attack whoever emerged into the room.
Finally, a silhouette appeared, walking gingerly into the room. Dokugakuji lifted his sword before lowering it, staring at the woman that began to appear as the light around her faded.
“Lián,” he called out. The hardened look on Tsuki’s face became soft at the sound of Dokugakuji calling out to her. She looked absolutely stunning! Dokugakuji drank in the sight of her hair in that large bun and her sexy dress. What was the occasion? Dropping the stilettos, Tsuki ran to him, crying out his name.
Dokugakuji dispersed his sword, a look of concern on his face as Tsuki jumped up, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him down towards her and kissed him passionately. Dokugakuji wrapped Tsuki in his arms, leaning down without breaking the kiss and lifted her up. He readjusted his arms, one arm supporting her lower back and the other supporting under her thighs as she wrapped her legs around him.
“Tsuki,” she whispered before kissing him again. Dokugakuji made a noise of confusion as she pulled away from his lips. “My name,” she replied, “Please say it.”
“Tsuki,” he breathed her name as she smiled, enjoying the sound of his raspy voice saying her name. Tsuki softly spoke his name as she held his face, kissing him deeply. Dokugakuji moaned against Tsuki as she flexed her legs around him, pressing her body against him. She lightly began rocking her hips against him, silently begging for Dokugakuji to erase Homura from her memory. She was just so angry and in this moment, she wanted to forget everything about Homura.
“Tsuki,” Dokugakuji began as he broke the kiss to catch his breath, taken aback by Tsuki’s sudden boldness. “What’s the matter?”
“Is that important right now,” she answered, cupping his face and continuing her onslaught of kisses, her tongue tracing his lips as she tried to deepen the kiss again. Dokugakuji took his arm back, tugging at Tsuki’s legs and lowering her back to the ground. She let out a mewl of disappointment, releasing the tension in her arms as she let Dokugakuji release her.
“I am okay with not knowing how you managed to find me, and I’m not complaining at the late night surprise, but what’s going on,” he asked.
Tsuki began to calm down and steadied her breathing, kissing him became an instant regret as she suddenly began to feel self-conscious, wondering if she was also number 2 to Dokugakuji. Tears began to sting her eyes as she stared at him.
“He called me by her name,” she said in a low voice, cracking as she fought off tears.
“Who,” Dokugakuji asked.
“Homura,” Tsuki replied, “He called me by her name and tried to kiss me.”
Dokugakuji began to understand the distress painted on Lián’s face: it was heartbreak. Dokugakuji thumbed away the tears that flowed from her eyes and smiled at her. “I think I understand now,” he began, “and you are more than welcome to stay here if you’d like, Lián…Tsuki.” Her eyes brightened, feeling relief from her anguish. “But,” he continued, “you cannot stay with me.”
“What are you talking about,” Tsuki asked, looking at him confused. “You asked me to be with you last time we met. I want to be with you.”
Dokugakuji held her at arms length, taking in a deep breath, and calmly exhaling. “Tsuki, I meant every word,” he continued, “but I need you to come to me when you are ready to come to me.”
“What are you talking about? I am ready. I’m here right now,” she protested.
“That may be the case, but the only reason you are here is not because of your feelings for me.” Tsuki glared up at Dokugakuji, insulted at his words as she shook his hands off her shoulders. “You’re only here right now because you’re angry with Homura,” he stated. Tsuki clicked her tongue, anger boiling within her once again. “I want you to come to me because you want to be with me. I know that when you come to me, your feelings will be genuine. But right now, you’re not thinking clearly.”
Tsuki took a step back, her body slowly lighting up as her qi began to fan her dress. Her eyes turned black and began to glow, the floor beneath her lit up. From around her feet, tendrils of red and gold light twisted and curled in the air. A whirlwind of energy swirled around her as the large bun on her head fell. The faint outline of demon markings began to form along her cheeks and arms. Her gauntlets vibrated against her arms, glowing brighter than the rest of her as the power limiters struggled against her demonic blood.
Dokugakuji felt a tightening in the back of his throat. Tsuki’s energy and life force felt different from what he was familiar with. This aura felt dark and demonic, the pressure from the energy felt like it was suffocating the room. Dokugakuji materialized his sword, hoping he would not have to use it on her.
Tsuki glared at him, a wall of her qi bursting out and sending him flying across the room. Dokugakuji let out a scream as he flew, losing his grip on his sword and landing hard against the wall before falling. Propping himself up, Dokugakuji lifted an arm over his eyes to block the mist of debris flying through the air.
“Tsuki!” Dokugakuji had to figure a way to calm her down. Lifting himself up, Dokugakuji walked over and picked up his sword, cautiously approaching Tsuki. A wooden chair flew from across the room towards him. Dokugakuji used his sword to block the impact, knocking the chair aside, calling out to her again as he knocked away another chair thrown at him.
“Do not come any closer,” Tsuki’s voice boomed. Her eyes snapped open, her qi picking up any spare rocks and pebbles lying around the room along with any wooden furniture within the area. This was not good, Dokugakuji was starting to get nervous as the furniture cracked and splintered, joining in on the whirlwind of rocks and dust.
As Dokugakuji desperately tried to get closer to Tsuki, the tube lights from above cracked from the intensity of the wind and her rage, raining glass down upon him. “Tsuki, please stop,” he pleaded. His words fell on deaf ears as Tsuki slowly turned her head surveying the room. She spotted a table and held out a hand towards it. The table resonated with her energy as it moved effortlessly towards her. She brought her hand in front of her, the table moving with it. Dokugakuji became nervous, knowing she was going to throw the table at him.
Tsuki curled her fingers forward, and then pulled her hand back, the table tilting on its side with her motions with the legs of the table pointed at him. Bringing her other hand forward, she faced both palms outward and thrust her arms at length, the table shooting towards Dokugakuji with lightning speed. He had no time to react as the underside of the table made contact with his abdomen and hips. He screamed as the table carried him back to the concrete wall, embedding its legs deep within the stone and pinned him.
Dokugakuji coughed hard, droplets of blood pooling at the corner of his lip as he slumped forward. He looked up at Tsuki who seemed unaffected by any of his pleas to calm her. He lifted his arm to shield his eyes again as the light surrounding Tsuki became blinding before she burst into a bright flare of red and gold.
Dokugakuji turned away, becoming overwhelmed by the intensity of Tsuki’s emotions as depicted by her qi. When he felt the light fade, he turned back to the spot where she stood, but Tsuki was nowhere to be seen.
“What the hell was that,” Kougaiji asked as he ran into the room.
“Dokugakuji, are you alright,” Yaone asked as she rushed to his side, concerned for his well-being written on her face. Kougaiji approached Dokugakuji, running a hand along the length of the table, stunned that it was even possible to impale concrete with wood.
“Yeah, I’m alright,” he began, “but I think I just angered one hell of a demon.”
“My lord,” Yaone began, turning to Kougaiji, “shall I go after her?”
“No,” Dokugakuji answered for him, “I’ll handle her if she comes back. I just hope tonight doesn’t come back to bite me in the ass.”
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