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Demons	By : Macx Category: Descendents of Darkness/Yami No Matsuei > General Views: 1854 -:- 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-Demons
- 2-part 2
- 3-part 3
- 4-part 4
- 5-part 5
- 6-part 6
- 7-part 7
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Watari lay on the white sheets, hair open, glasses off, staring out
of the window. He was bandaged, his right wrist immobilized until the broken
bones mended in a day or two, his ribs supported, his legs wrapped as well.
His was was plastered with band-aids that also covered his throat. The
long hair of before had been cut down to mid-shoulder length because of
the severe burns and tangles.

Tatsumi stood at the entrance to the hospital unit, blue eyes on the
silent figure, running over the wounded form. He hadn�t been here in the
last twenty-four hours even though he had badly wished to sit at his lover�s
side when he woke. But work had been relentless. Tsuzuki had offered to
jump in, do the paperwork, but one look into the gleaming eyes, seeing
the grin, and Tatsumi knew it was a bad idea. His friend wasn�t meant to
be paper-pusher.

�Do come in,� Watari suddenly said. �Don�t just stand there holding
up the door.�

The blond turned his head and the no longer so pain filled eyes met
Tatsumi�s. A smile blossomed on the pale lips. Tatsumi did just that, walking
over to the bed, and when Watari raised his uninjurend, nd, he grasped
it gently. He entwined their fingers and ran his thumb gently over the
soft skin.

003 was sitting on the head rail of the bed, hooting a greeting, and
he smiled briefly at the owl. She hadn�t left Watari�s side ever since
he had been brought here, and no one would dare chase her away.

�How are you?� Tatsumi asked.

�Better. I should be mobile in a day or two.�

Tatsumi gazed into the golden eyes that had captured him such a long
time ago. They showed little of the agony his partner had endured just
the other day. The demon's poison had almost completely stopped the shinigami's
healing powers and they were slow to respond. Now those wonderful eyes
were filled with the warmth Tatsumi knew and loved, the sheer life this
man radiated.

d.� d.�

He wanted to say so much, but nothing left his lips. He was mesmerized
by the other's expression, blue eyes roaminer ter the smooth features,
locking on the amber gold, an Tatsumi felt his breathing hitch.

"Taka�" he managed and it sounded like a stutter.

Watari smiled knowingly, lovingly, and tugged at his hand. He followed
the move, leaning forward. Lips met, a chaste contact, and Tatsumi felt
something inside of him flutter briefly and then relax. His free hand stroked
carefully over one cheek and Watari�s smile widened, the golden eyes warming
with a tenderness that touched the older man deep inside. He gave his lover
another little kiss.

�Get well.�

So not what he wanted to say. He wanted to be affectionate and warm
as well, he wanted to express his feeling, but something inside him had
frozen up and refused to thaw.

�Seii? Take me home tomorrow?� Watari asked, breaking into his train
of thought.

�Promise.�

He buried his hands in the blond locks, enjoying the feel of the silky
strands. He loved the simple feel of it.

Watari initiated another kiss, lips opening, their tongues meeting.
Tatsumi groaned into the skil con contact.

�Taka, not here,� he whispered. �Let�s wait��

Golden eyes seemed to laugh, sparkling with humor. �Tomorrow,� he said
softly.

�Yes, tomorrow.�

Tomorrow, when they were safely back home, he would show his lover
just what he wanted to say. What he wanted him to know.

Watari's hand cupped his face and his thumb brushed over the slightly
swollen lips.

"I know, Seii," he whispered. "I know."

Tatsumi swallowed, emotions reeling. I love you so much, he thought.

"I love you, too."

And why was Watari such a mind reader?

"Your face is an open book, love," the scientist answered.

And that to the man who could frighten even the hardest shinigami,
make them tremble in their boots.

"Get some sleep," he murmured tenderly.

Watari grinned.
*
The door closed after the tall form of his lover and partner, and Watari�s
smile faltered, then failed. He closed his eyes and raised his uninjured
hand to press it against his forehead. It had taken a lot to sound and
appear as carefree as usual while inside a black, cold void whispered to
him.

~Worthless. ~

~Just a toy. ~

~A way to entertain in the cold, lonely nights. ~

He swallowed the lump in his throat and cursed his weakened condition.
The fight against the demon was still echoing in his mind, as well as the
conviction that it had been Tatsumi who had had to save him.

There a s a soft hooting and he smiled dimly. 003 was peering at him,
worried, disturbed, her feathers fluffed to make her bigger. Watari had
no strength to talk to his companion, to cheer her up.

~Little one~, the voice of the dead creature still whispered.
~Who do you think you are? Nothing. Nothing at all. Your powers are
laughable. ~

Watari groaned and rolled on his side, trying to ignore the echoes,
but it was increasingly hard to do so.

003 fluttered down from her perch, hopping onto the mattress, small
round eyes looking at him. Watari didn�t see her, didn�t hear her.

He and Tatsumi had been together for just over a month now and their
relationship was� intense. Physically, especially. Sex was incredible,
the need quite palpaple in both men, and Tatsumi had shown quite an unexpected
amount of passion. He could sweep Watari off his feet, could overrun him
with his hunger for the younger man, and when they ended up in bed, Watari
forgot all but the man making love to him.

It wasn't any better the other way around, he mused. We're hopeless.

He chuckled sadly.

Yeah. Hopeless.

Like me.

I fell in love with the man. But am I really more to him than a
way to sate the need, the hunger? He went without a partner since his death�
what if he couldn't control the craving any longer and I was handy?

Those acidic thoughts churned in his mind and he felt himself falling
� falling apart.

He didn�t hear his owl�s soft, distressed calls.
* * *
A day later Watari was up and about, had already paid his lab a visit,
and while he still limped and his wrist was bandaged � the bones were mending
� the cheerful nature was back in place. In a way he was no better than
Tsuzuki. He hid his pain and guilt and shame behind a façade. Even
in front of his lover, who had picked him up in the hospital ward. The
haunting dreams and nightmares of last night were locked away by the smiles,
but they still existed and they hadn�t been dealt wi
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