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Chapter List
- 1-Pivotal
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- 3-part 3
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- 8-part 8
- 9-part 9
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Moments like these were rare.
Introspective little potholes in time.
He didn't really think of much, but his mind still worked, it still
turned into a carrousel of thoughts that began to siphon out, turn into
more solid ponderings, and in the end he sat somewhere remote, somewhere
he felt safe, somewhere he could be alone, and he thought about his life.
His life had followed a pattern for the last seventy-odd years, for
the time he had worked as an angel of death. There had been cases, there
had been battles, there had been tears and pain and despair. All of that
had changed all of a sudden, from one day to the next, and the beginning
had been made with the appearance of one man: Muraki.
He smiled a little.
His bane, his tormentor, the man who had shattered shields and breezed
through barricades, who had taken what he wanted from an immortal, very
powerful being who had been unable to fight back.
Muraki had frozen him in his tracks, had paralyzed his mind, and he
had used him for his purposes.
He had nearly been his death.
He had nearly killed himself because of that man.
But Muraki had also launched the first little pebble of change, the
pebble that had kicked off an avalanche that was still continuing. He had
pulled him out of a stupor, out of his structured life after death, and
he had again and again taken a stab at his potential.
Tsuzuki Asato closed his eyes and sighed softly.
Maybe I should thank him, he thought darkly. Maybe I should just find
out where he disappeared to and tell him how much good he did in the end,
at least for me.
A mass-murdering psychopath without a conscience, without morals, without
scruples � and he had given Tsuzuki his first look at what he could be.
He had taunted him with his knowledge about Tsuzuki's past, about his genealogy,
and he had made the shinigami think. Because of Muraki he had sought the
confrontation with Enma, had wanted to know the truth about himself, and
Enma had freed the darkness that was his innate power.
His powers had been triggered. He had been bonded and anchored to Touda.
Because he had the four Gods as his shikigami, they had grown in power,
had been able to stabilize GensouKai in the digital world, had taken control
of the wormholes. Because he had twelve Divine Commanders, GensouKai had
prospered.
And Tsuzuki Asato was the most important factor in the existence of
their worlds.
He sighed.
Great.
He had never wanted to be special, but now he was even more so than
before.
Tsuzuki raked a hand through his hair. I don't want to be special, he
thought.
But there was nothing he could change about it.
There was a little shift inside him and he felt his other half come
closer. The bond to one of the most dangerous shikigami was a miracle for
Tsuzuki. He loved them all, all his twelve Divine Commanders, but only
one had the power to counter-weigh what the shinigami had inherited from
his demonic side.
Only one.
Touda.
The fire shikigami radiated a question and Tsuzuki smiled.
::I'm okay:: he murmured.
Touda stroked over his presence, wrapped himself comfortingly around
his soul, and Tsuzuki sank into the safety his friend represented.
The bond had only been the first step. Many more had followed and lately
there had been so much, he had begun to think more about his role in all
of this.

Enma-Daiou had unleashed the darkness with a plan. He always had plans.
But what plan? Why Tsuzuki? Only because he was half demon? Or because
he had had a power in his lifetime that he now also possessed in his death?
Tsuzuki sighed softly.
Why was he thinking about this now? Maybe because things had culminated
and he needed to straighten everything out. Maybe because his mind was
catching up on his emotions. Maybe just because there was nothing else
that kept him busy after the stress of the last days.
Tsuzuki had sought out one of the peaceful, remote places within GensouKai
center. It was a little rough spot in the middle of a landscaped world.
Rocks, gnarled trees, sand and wild flowers, dark green grass growing in
patches among the rocky ground. He loved the dream realm for its quietness,
for the way he could be alone here, that the shikigami knew when he didn't
need companionship. No one had greeted him when he had come here, but Tsuzuki
knew his twelve were very much aware of his presence.
There were soft steps, a little crackle of pebbles under heavy, booted
feet, and Tsuzuki felt the presence of the one who was closer to him than
anyone else could ever hope to be.
Touda sat down, a black form against the lighter background, golden
eyes looking calmly at him.
Well, eleven knew when to leave him alone while the twelfth just had
to scan the bond and find out when companionship was truly needed. After
hours of contemplating his life and the revelations about his true importance,
Touda had finally made the decision that Tsuzuki needed him in person,
not just through a mind-bond.
"Touda?" Tsuzuki asked softly after a long while of mutual and comfortable
silence.
"Yes?"
"Do you sometimes regret it?"
Dark brows dipped a little. "Regret what?"
Tsuzuki looked at his shikigami. "Becoming my shikigami."
"No," was the simple and immediate answer.
"You never had a choice."
"I had."
The shinigami frowned.
"When you walked into my prison cell I had a choice: be with you or
stay in that cell. I chose to be with you."
"You didn't know me," Tsuzuki said softly. "You had no idea who your
pledged your loyalty to. I could have been an abusive master. I could have
been... weak. I sometimes wonder if you had only made the choice because
it meant your freedom, but you weren't free even then. The visor..."
Touda reached over and touched the pale face, turning Tsuzuki's head
to look him in the eyes.
"Asato," he said softly. "I knew you the moment you walked into that
cell. My chains broke, my life came back. I felt you and I responded with
such an intensity it broke through the stupor, the pain of my existence.
I looked into your eyes and I knew it had to be you." He smiled tenderly
and stroked over one cheek. "All they did to me couldn't make me revise
my wishes. I wanted to be yours."
"Touda..." Tsuzuki stammered, feeling something inside of him shiver
with warmth.
"We reflect each other, Asato. I know that now. We were made from the
same darkness. We are so very much like the other, and still we're not
completely alike. I need your innocence; I need your weaknesses. Just like
you need mine."
Tsuzuki shivered more and Touda drew him close, embracing him gently.
::I needed you and still do:: the fire serpent whispered. ::You're not
a burden::
Tsuzuki froze. "I..."
Touda chuckled. "I felt your emotions." He sat back and held the violet
eyes. "You are what I want. You are what I need. I'll take all the good
things and the bad things with it. And," Touda added softly, "I should
be the one to ask for your acceptance. My pain has been yours too often.
I hurt you."
Tsuzuki shook his head. "No. Don't apologize for that. It's okay," he
stammered, shaking his head again. "It's okay..."
"But it's not. I don't want to cause you pain."
Tsuzuki rested his head against the broad, muscular shoulders and sighed.
"We both had no choice, but I think you got the worst out of it," he murmured.
Touda stroked over his back. "I disagree. What we both got was only
good. The drawbacks don't outnumber the wonderful times."
Tsuzuki was silent for a long time, just resting against the much stronger
form, feeling the closeness, the warmth. Touda's chin lay against his head,
his arms were around him, and Tsuzuki felt safe.
"Touda?" he asked after a while.
"Yes?"
"If we had met otherwise... would you have taken my challenge?"
Touda chuckled a little. "Would you have challenged me?"
Tsuzuki straightened, meeting the golden gaze. "I don't know. I mean,
some of the challenges were accidental. Sohryu was the one who challenged
me... Genbu... I didn't even know it was a challenge until it was over.
At the time I had eleven shikigami. I don't think I would have challenged
you."
Touda leaned forward, two fingers under Tsuzuki's chin, and placed a
close-mouthed kiss on his master's lips. Tsuzuki felt light embarrassment
color his cheeks.
"I would have been proud to be you shikigami, Tsuzuki Asato, with a
challenge or without it. Even bound to you by the pardon, with the visor,
I knew I would have been yours."
Tsuzuki smiled a little, sinking into Touda's embrace again.
"Now I'm not just someone with twelve shikigami any more," he murmured.
"Now I'm the one whose life means also the life of GensouKai, Meifu, Hell
and the world of the living. I don't want to be special, Touda."
"You were always special, Asato. To us, at least. You're special to
Tatsumi, to Hisoka..." Strong hands caressed him. "To many people."
"But my life or death never meant such consequences." Tsuzuki drew a
shuddering breath.
"None of us have any intention of letting you die, no matter what. I'll
always do whatever is necessary to defend you." Touda hesitated and Tsuzuki
felt old memories touch his shikigami, felt the link echo with them. Just
once Touda had been ready to end his master's life. Just once.
"Not your fault," he soothed the fire serpent. //Back then neither of
us knew. Now we do. I don't fault you for it. I wanted to die and you were
following my orders.//
Touda tightened his hug briefly. //I would refuse to do so in the future//
he murmured, voice rough.
Tsuzuki ran calming hands over the strong form. "I won't ask it of you
ever again," he promised firmly.
Silence descended and Tsuzuki lay in the warm embrace, enjoyed the company
despite the fact that he had come here to be alone, to think.
Moments like these were rare.
He smiled a little.
Yes, they were. Moments like being with his shikigami, just for the
sense of comfort and not because there was a fight, a crisis or something
wrong. Not all of them were touchy-feely, and many would claim Touda was
one of those, but Tsuzuki knew otherwise. There was an attraction between
them that ran deeper than love, was much more intimate than sex, and both
knew it. There had been few opportunities to express this connection before
the bond, but now, with the mind-link, the soul-bond, it had opened up
possibilities.
Tsuzuki closed his eyes, feeling hard muscles relax under him, felt
Touda's mind flow all around him like a protective, silky veil.
Moments like these were treasured.
::I might have to thank Muraki one day:: he murmured sleepily.
Touda blinked. ::You do?'::
A lazy smile. ::He initiated all of this. The pain and anger and hurt...
all of those negative emotions, all that fear, it turned into this. Not
all of it is good, but most of it. Because of him I went to Enma-Daiou
and Enma released the darkness, which brought me you. And because of him
I have Hisoka. We finally cleared your name and Sohryu has found his peace
with history::/ Tsuzuki smiled more. ::He's much better at handling stress,
he's more... relaxed. You two are friends again, too.::
Touda chuckled. ::In a way::
::And you have Byakko. I'm so happy for the both of you::
The fire shikigami was silent for a while, then pressed a little kiss
on Tsuzuki's tousled head. ::Thank you::
° ° °
Terazuma glanced at the man at his side, taking in the sinewy form,
utterly naked, lying like a great cat next to him. Those fascinating eyes
were watching him, half-lidded, looking satisfied. Terazuma was breathing
hard, his heart hammering in his chest, his body aching from the violent
release in so many places... from several climaxes, actually. He closed
his eyes, a soft moan escaping his lips as a strong, gentle hand stroked
over his sweat-slick skin, drawing teasing patterns over his stomach.
"You're gonna be the death of me," he breathed.
"You're already dead," Sohryu rumbled and smiled.
Terazuma chuckled. "Details."
Warm lips descended on his, kissing him gently, languidly, and Terazuma
reached up to bury his fingers into the mane of silky hair.
It felt so good. So incredibly good. Terazuma would never have thought
that there was such a feeling, such total bliss that had nothing to do
with the sex as such but the lessening tension inside him. The Black One
was calm, quiet, sated.
The gentle strokes and caresses lulled him into a doze and he felt Sohryu's
warmth next to him, holding him, kissing him. He must have drifted off
because when he woke again it was already getting dark. He was wrapped
up in the silky blankets and Sohryu sat next to him, still gloriously naked,
the setting sun streaming through the open windows bathing him in a beautiful
light.
Terazuma sat up and the shikigami looked at him, smiling.
"Awake?" he teased.
"You wore me out," he grumbled.
Sohryu drew a gentle hand over his cheek and kissed him. "I was planning
to. How do you feel?"
"Tired, achy, but good."
The beautiful eyes lit up with satisfaction. "Good." Another kiss, this
one longer. "I need to go. Briefing."
Terazuma knew that. His lover was still the representative of the Emperor
and life in GensouKai went on, now more than ever. An incredible truth
had been revealed and things would never be the same. Sohryu would have
his hands full, now that the Gates were open once more and the shinigami
knew what had almost happened to their shikigami friends and partners.
"I'll see you later," Sohryu promised as he rose, giving the shinigami
a very nice view of the toned body.
"I'll be here," Terazuma answered.
And he would be.
° °°
In his lab in Meifu, Watari Yutaka fired up his computer and began his
work on decoding the algorithm of the virus that had attacked and nearly
killed Touda. He accessed his folder and stopped.
Watari stared at the empty folder.
"What the..." he murmured.
He quickly called up the search program and began to look for the missing
file.
No result.
"Impossible!"
"What is?" a voice asked and he turned to meet Tatsumi's blue eyes.
"The virus is gone."
"Well, I hope so."
"No, I mean the copy of it I stored on a safe hard drive! It's gone!"
"The computer virus is gone? How?"
"I don't know!"
"Could you have deleted it?"
Watari gave him an outraged look. "No!"
Tatsumi held up his hands. "Easy, Taka. Does anyone have access to your
computer?"
"No, it's password-guarded."
Watari turned to his machine and began typing away. Something scrolled
up.
"See? No one accessed my terminal but me ever!"
Tatsumi frowned, then nodded slowly. "So...?"
"I'm looking into it, Seii, but I swear to you that I didn't delete
it!"
The older shinigami squeezed his shoulder and smiled. "I believe you.
Keep me updated."
A nod. "Of course."
Another squeeze and then Tatsumi was gone again.
°
It was well after office hours when Watari sat back in his chair and
stared at the result from his ceaseless search into how the computer virus
copy could have been erased.
"No way..." he whispered.
But the words said it all.
�Authorized Internal Access'.
Someone with the correct codes had gotten into his files � from the
inside! Someone who could freely move inside the main computer, who didn't
have to hack, who didn't have to circumvent security.
Someone with a clearance that overrode everyone else.
Watari switched off the computer, mind whirling.
Someone...
... who didn't want them to know where the virus had come from, where
the deliberate attack on Touda had originated.
Someone in Meifu's upper hierarchy.
Watari left the lab like in a trance.
There was only one person he could think of, but it was in total contradiction
to what he believed. Why destroy Touda after forcing the bond with Tsuzuki?
Why use a computer virus? Why risk so much?
Because there was no evidence, the scientist in him answered. All you
have is an authorized access to your files and that's no real proof. It
could have been a system check... anything...
But Watari knew enough about the mother computer to exclude that. He
knew a whole lot more than most people would ever do about the network
inside Meifu.
Because once, a lifetime ago, he had been part of it.
He left the Judicial building, lost in thought, his feet taking him
away from the towering building.
Why?
Why do this?
Why risk it all?
He had no answers to those questions, but he wouldn't stop digging.
He wouldn't stop looking.
Something was going on here and it wasn't good.

~fin~

to be continued in Bete Noir and Phoenix
- 10
- 11
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