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Somewhere I belong	By : JJBlue Category: Descendents of Darkness/Yami No Matsuei > General Views: 1663 -:- 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.

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Title: "Somewhere I belong - Chap. 1"

Author: J.J.

Warning: It's an AU... it contains not too descriptive rape, probably some OOC, use of Japanese words (the Dictionary is at the bottom), a bit of sappiness, some spoilers...

To the 2, 3 people who are reading this fic and want more... work keeps me quite busy. I almost never know if I've time to write or when I've time to write. Please be patient. I've almost everything planned out. I just need time to write it.

Extra Warning for this chapter: This chapter is placed in Kamakura, in the Kurosaki house and, due to this, you get to see Hisoka's 'lovely' family and the two local monsters... You also get to know Tsuzuki's Shiki Touda better. Who feels the need to have more canon information about Hisoka's family or Touda can find them at the bottom of my notes. They will contain spoilers about the 'Kyoto Arc' and 'Tsuzuki & Hisoka's Shikigami Series' (also known as 'GenSoKai Arc' or 'Kamakura Arc') and it shouldn't be strictly necessary to know them to understand the fic. Oh and in this chap is used a word you shouldn't use in polite language.

Notes: I've been inspired by what Hisoka thought in Vol. 3: 'No one... saved me... But maybe Tsuzuki... If you had been there... you would save me...'.

Warning over notes: This fic is filled with notes. You will find them at the bottom. Each time you see a number between brackets it means there's a note connected to the word/sentence that preceded it. Many of them explain references to other series, to YnM manga only or YnM anime only facts for who didn't get to read the manga or see the anime, explain apparently illogical things or warn you there's an explanation for illogical facts but that you'll get it later. However I suggest you to read the notes _AFTER_ you finished the fic unless the word/sentence connected to the note is really troublesome for you to understand. Anyway the fic should be still understandable without the notes. Notes are merely extra explanations for who wants to know more or search for spoilers.

Disclaimer: "Yami no Matsuei" belong to Matsushita Yoko. I'm merely using her characters because I love them... expecially Touda, Tsuzuki and Hisoka... "The Unforgiven" lyrics belong to Metallica. Ehy, do I own something here? Oh yes, I own the plot and a sensible heart which would surely break if you give me harsh reviews... so please be honest but nice ok?

Thanks: To Larania Drake for betaing this! Thank you a lot!

Summary: 1993. Kamakura. A certain silver haired psycho was feeding himself with a poor woman's energy when the Kurosaki's heir spotted him. He had a plan for the boy but someone else was there and decided to interfere...

"They dedicate their lives

To running all of his

He tries to please them all

This bitter man he is

Throughout his life the same

He's battled constantly

This fight he cannot win

A tired man they see no longer cares

The old man then prepares

To die regretfully

That old man here is me

What I've felt

What I've known

Never shined through in what I've shown

Never be

Never see

Won't see what might have been"

[Metallica "The Unforgiven"]

The man, mercifully finally alone, panted, as he laid sprawled on the futon, gritting his
teeth to avoid moaning in pain. He squeezed his eyes shut as he gul He He was Kurosaki
Nagare, the 'Ichizoku no Chou', Head of the Clan, descendant of the great hero
Kurosaki Ren. He had to endure this torment; he had to for the well being of the people of
the village. Crying would do no good to him. If his brother could only know that
_that_ was the positionenvienvied him so much! Laying on a futon, submitted to
the luxury of...

He was a strong man. He had to be. He had no choice about it. His ancestors would be ashamed
of him if he started bawling like a child for the curse they all endured. He forced his body
to move as he attempted to sit. Time was making him growing increasingly cold and bitter.
Why he had to endure all this? What did he do so terribly wrong to deserve this? Why his
father had to hate him so much? He could understand the man favoured his brother, everyone
would favour his brother to him but still... still...

And as if this wasn't enough he even lost his child and the woman he loved. What did he gain
from his 'oh so glorious' title of head of the Kurosaki clan?⁽¹⁾ An
ancient mansion that couldn't even be renovated due to its historic relevance. A woman who
was the mirror copy of the one he loved and yet so different, just a painful memory of what
he couldn't have back.⁽²⁾ A son, Hisoka, who looked so much like him, both in
appearance and in behaviour, cursed with a dark power⁽³⁾ which made him unfit to
be the new head, a son he barely knew and understand and that, all in all was unable to love
due to what happened to his firstborn and to the child striking resemblance to the child he
had been⁽⁴⁾... when? It seemed so long ago and yet it couldn't be since he was
only 33. Then he had an older brother, an older brother who despised him because he took the
place he wanted. And all that terrible torment and shame to endure each night till
morning... It came to think it wasn't dawn yet and still _IT_ had hurriedly
retreated in whatever place _IT_ resided as if something had disturbed
(scared) _IT_. He quietly rewrapped some of the loose bandages that covered
those horrible scales, which had started to appear on his body, and then covered himself up
better in his kimono as if nothing had happened. If his personal Akuma had better things to
do than torment him he wasn't going to be disappointed. He was going to enjoy whose few
hours of sleep before dawn would come...

Noise coming from outside his room shattered his dream of a quiet sleep.
Tasuke⁽⁵⁾, one of his oldest servants, sounding both apologetic and hesitant
required his presence, apparently for something regarding his son and some intruders. Had
they mercifully killed the boy so he wouldn't be forced to submit to his same fate, or deal
with that cursed power of his? He stood, straightened his back and followed the servant
trying to find a sense in the man's rambling and failing.

As afraid of the boy's dark power as the servant was, yet the man seemed to still take at
heart the destiny of his young successor and distress made difficult for him to formulate
coherent sentences. Well, it was fairly comprehensible. Should his son die there would be no
heir and so who _IT_ would visit when he, the last head, would finally die?

He was surprised to see almost all his servants assembled in front of the door and even more
to see them cringe as a young, foreign, determined voice demanded they do something. The
crew opened as he came closer so he could finally see who raised such a fuss. They didn't
look to be such terrible threat. They were just twok hak haired young men. One was dressed
in black clothes and in his arms, wrapped in a black coat, lay his son, disturbingly pale
even in the dim light of the hallway and apparently unconscious. One step back stood the
other man, who was wearing a jacket and was maybe one or two years older and a bit taller.
He looked bored and uncaring as if the whole thing didn't matter to him and yet he was
somewhat alert, wary of anyone who came close to his companion and ready to react should
someone pose a threat for the man he was with; as a silent bodyguard. The attention of the
two turned to him, as they understood he the the master of the house. The man in black,
while holding his son with a care nobody used with the cursed boy, explained him they heard
someone screaming, went to check and found a man... hurting the boy. The man escaped and
they went to the first house they saw in search of help. The man also added that who
attacked his son was probably the murder of the woman they found laying close to where the
whole thing happened. Nagare internally sighed; this, to him, meant only more problems and
more shame carried by his heir to the Kurosaki's good name. Calmly he told the sets tts to
take the boy where he belonged, which they knew, didn't meant the boy's bedroom but a dark
room in the basement where he usually confined his son every time he did something improper
(and where he too had been confined when he had been younger) and to prepare rooms for the
two men who took care to take back his disobedient heir. He was about to leave when one of
the two foreigners asked him to stop. More like ordered, really. It had been ages since the
last time someone ordered him around, more precisely from his father's death. He glared
coldly at the two foreigners and noticed they hadn't given boy boy to the servant who came
to get him and who was now looking at him troubled. The dark clothed one was glaring back
and something instinctive inside him was telling him LOUDLY he would do better not to
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