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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
- 11
- 12
- 13
Watari was shaking as he looked at the unconscious form of his best
friend. Tsuzuki looked like he always did � just with an edge. A sharp,
biting edge. An edge that was inhuman, that was more than just demonic,
and he shivered again.
"He's still on full power," he whispered, head throbbing painfully and
he knew it wasn't just from the magic he had just performed. All the pills
in the world couldn't stop what would happen soon. He was down to the last
five anyway. He swallowed them quickly.
Touda was sitting next to his shinigami master, exhausted like everyone,
but there was determination in those golden eyes.
Watari knew this wasn't over. What he had seen and heard and touched
in Mother told him that unless Tsuzuki took control of who he really was,
he would forever be a victim. In his current state, a single trigger was
enough to start this all anew.
"We have to protect him," he murmured.
"From what?"
Watari turned and smiled thinly at his lover. Relief rushed through
him, quickly followed by so much worry and shared pain at the sight. Tatsumi
looked groggy, his face and body covered in blood and so many healing wounds.
It was a slow healing due to his excess use of his shinigami magic, and
his body was struggling to heal. It would take a while and from the looks
of it, Tatsumi was barely even conscious, but the simple fact that he was
awake and mostly coherent gave Watari some relief.
"I'll explain it to you, after we get Tsuzuki back home."
"Where to at home?"
"The Palace of Candles."
Tatsumi blinked dazedly. "What?"
"Don't ask, please? Take Hisoka to the medical wing in Meifu, Touda
and I will get Tsuzuki to the Palace. When I get back, we'll talk."
The Shadow Master was mystified, but he nodded. Watari read a million
questions in the blue eyes that looked even more intense without the glasses
as a small barrier, but he was thankful that Tatsumi was holding back.
Touda rose, Tsuzuki in his arms. Demonic power was wafting off the duo
in waves and both Tatsumi and Watari winced. It was becoming more and more
difficult to be around their friend and from the way Hisoka was moving
restlessly, he felt the same.
"Go," Watari whispered to his lover.
Tatsumi briefly squeezed his shoulder, then picked up their unconscious
empath and left for Meifu. He stumbled a little, but sheer willpower drove
him on. Among them, he was best suited to be around Hisoka right now, who
was probably wide open and his shields almost down. Tatsumi was the one
person who was most in control of his emotions and therefore perfect to
keep an eye on the youngest of the shinigami.
The blond turned to Touda. "Ready?"
"Yes," was the rumbled answer.
Watari initiated the jump back into Meifu and the hell serpent followed.
° ° °
They had brought Tsuzuki to the only place where he was safe, as well
as to the only person who, aside from Touda, was currently able to stand
being near the demonic aura the shinigami was radiating. Even while unconscious
there was no mistaking what Tsuzuki was, Ryu thought with a faint frown.
The darkness was alive, hissing and snapping and tickling his senses, and
there was a faint sizzle everywhere.
Tsuzuki was a demon, hadn't reverted to his shinigami self, the gentle
being that had such a terrible secret lying within him, and the demon was
defending himself even in this state.
Watari had insisted that Tsuzuki had to remain inside the Palace of
Candles and while Ryu had yet to get a straight answer out of the blond
he suspected it wasn't a pretty one. It had something to do with Tsuzuki's
continued safety, that he could only become his old self again without
the danger of... what? Ryu didn't know who exactly was a danger for Tsuzuki,
but his best guess, and possibly the only answer, was Enma-Daiou. He had
known the Lord of Hades for over two thousand years. He was a cold-hearted
bastard when it came to the survival of Meifu, and too much had happened
to Tsuzuki and those around him for it not to be Enma.
Watari hadn't come inside the Palace with Touda. The scientist had been
barely able to keep himself upright, let alone return to the Shokan Division
without a major accident, and Ryu felt his worry increase. A lot had happened
in the last hours and Tsuzuki's triggering was only the beginning of what
would happen now.
°
He was only too right, as was proven to him a few minutes later. There
was a spike of power and suddenly those amethyst eyes snapped open.
The aura flared.
The darkness rose.
It seemed to lick around the room, searching, then finding, and it gained
strength.
And Ryu cried out as the seal broke, as his demonic side was freed,
as his blood boiled with a power that was purely hellish in origin. He
doubled over, clutching his stomach and his back exploded into fiery agony
as his wings broke free. Claws instead of fingers, a scaly blue hide, red
eyes that fizzed with power, and fangs that gnashed in agony of the transformation.
Not again, shot through his head, the thoughts mingled with the
pain. Please, not again...
But it had happened again. He was his true self once more, and it hadn't
been any more pleasant than before.
He panted harshly and raised his head, looking straight into the demonic
eyes of Tsuzuki Asato. Nothing had physically changed about the man. He
was still Tsuzuki, pale-skinned, dark-haired, his eyes just of a different
color than a normal human's, and dressed in his black outfit.
But the aura... it was incredible. Ryu had never felt anything of the
like. Never.
"Tsuzuki," he whispered.
The expression was inhumanly cold and it reminded him of looking into
a similar face, narrow and beautiful, but reflecting the wisdom of the
universe, the knowledge of Time.
Enma... he thought, horrified.
A third presence entered the room and Ryu discovered Touda, who stared
wide-eyed at the scene of the two demons looking at one another.
"Shit!" the shikigami cursed.
Rather apt summary of the situation, Ryu thought and straightened, his
wings rustling. The golden eyes were briefly on him, but Touda showed no
reaction to the demonic appearance. He either knew or he refused to be
shocked by such occurrences.
Tsuzuki ignored them both and started to walk toward the exit. There
was a dark fire in his eyes, something that scared Ryu more than his brief
visit in Hell had been able to. Whatever was going on in that mind of his,
he was like an avenging angel on a mission.
"Close the doors!" Touda hissed and Ryu did, instructing the Palace
to lock down. Not just the doors; completely.
Tsuzuki stopped and turned, looking at him. "Open the doors," he commanded
calmly.
The voice made Ryu shiver.
"You can't leave," he argued, watching Touda slowly approach the dangerous
creature the shinigami had become.
"I will go," was the simple reply.
"To do what?"
Keep him talking, Ryu thought frantically.
"I will make him suffer."
"Who are you talking about? Muraki is dead!"
"Enma-Daiou."
Oh double shit...
Touda had frozen, his face chalky in the light of the Palace. "Asato,"
he whispered.
Ryu had no idea if the bond between them was even working any more,
but right now he hoped so.
"It's what he wants," the demon argued desperately. "You're playing
by his rules!"
"Not any more. He dared to touch Hisoka. I cannot forgive that. Nor
can I forgive the pain he spread before." The amethyst eyes flared. "You
know that pain."
Ryu shivered a little. Yes, he did. Emotional pain. A lot of it.
"Tsuzuki, no," he whispered. "I can't let you go."
"You cannot stop me."
"I can try."
Who was he kidding? He might be a pure-blooded demon, unlike Tsuzuki,
but his powers were no match for what Tsuzuki Asato had become. Tsuzuki
wasn't simply a demon now; he wielded a power that had been... changed.
He was a hybrid and should have watered-down blood. He should be weaker
than the real thing. But he wasn't.
The moment those hard, emotionless eyes turned on him, he knew he had
no chance. A snowball in Hell would have a higher survival rate. A pale
hand rose and finger snapped.
He was flung through the air and crashed into a wall, groaning softly.
Damn.
Okay, off with the kiddy gloves. He could at least slow him down with
his powers. Now that the seal was broken, now that he could give in to
the blood rage and thirst, he would use whatever resources he had to make
Tsuzuki stop. Or give Touda enough time to come up with a different plan.
Red eyes flared with demonic energy and he felt his body react to a
power he had never truly wielded completely. But instinct and his birthright
were enough. Instinct took over and he attacked.
It was foolish.
He was facing a being who held a power that would soon be equal to Enma-Daiou's
and that fact was driven home immediately.
The fight was furious, vicious, neither demon giving much ground. Ryu
might not have been born a demon and hadn't lived in his demonic form at
all in the millennia he had been trapped here, but instinct did the work
for him. Instinct and a soul that had been born in Hell.
Still, despite the fact that Tsuzuki was already weaker than before,
had been struck down already, he was more than a match for him.
Ryu screamed in pain as shards pummeled his body, penetrated his armor,
and finally tore apart a wing. He heard bone snap under the force and he
was barely able to whimper before he was sent hurtling into the table and
ended up against the wall once more.
Breathing hard, agony racing through him, he gazed at the slender form
that hadn't even moved much. Tsuzuki's face was an emotionless mask as
he regarded his 'work'. Finally he turned and approached the door.
Still walking. Slower, but walking. Bleeding, but upright.
Enma's name, what did it take to make him fall?!
Ryu concentrated, felt the Palace respond, and the door began to barricade
itself. Tsuzuki stopped and looked at the barrier. Then his eyes were on
Ryu again.
"Fool," he whispered.
And the retaliation was terrible.

tbc...
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