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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
- 3
- 4
- 5
Tatsumi had seen little of his partner and friend in the last few
days. Granted, there was a lot of paperwork piling up and expenses needed
to be stopped from rampaging. But he had always had time for Watari and
even if he buried himself in work, his lover just barged into the office
and brought with it a moment of normality and relaxation.

There had been no whirlwind storming into his office. There had been
no meetings over a cup of specialty coffee. Come to think of it, he hadn�t
seen Watari at all. He came home to an empty apartment, feeling cold and
lonely in bed like he hadn�t felt in decades. He missed his lively companion,
the evening discussions, the casualness, how they watched a program together,
how the slender body accommodated him when they lay together�

Tatsumi sighed and forced himself back on his report.

There was a knock on the door and he frowned. There were one or two
individuals who actually knew how to knock, but others usually just came
in. When the door opened, he was surprised to see that the man entering
usually belonged to the last category.

Tsuzuki, balancing two mugs of coffee, shot him a brief smile. �Busy?�

�No,� Tatsumi answered warily.

Tsuzuki Asato was a man with several faces. There was the outermost
personality, the cheerful, sometimes very child-like one who loved sweets,
who could pout like a four-year-old and whom you couldn�t be mad at for
a very long time. It was the personality that charmed people, that was
soft and gentle and loving. It was the innocence. Then there was the layer
just underneath, the slight edge to the innocence, but still warm and gentle.
But more serious. More aware of the evil of the world and handling it still.

And there was the innermost part, the fragile human being that was
still dealing with so many things, with guilt and shame and pain and suffering.
It was a soul that had been torn apart many times and was only held together
by the sheer willpower of the man, by his ties to people who worked with
him, who supported him, who listened to him.

But underneath it all raged a darkness, a power, that rivaled Enma-Daiou�s.
Tsuzuki Asato was the most powerful shinigami in Meifu. His power was a
darkness brought forth by what Tsuzuki was, by his genealogy, his DNA.
Tatsumi didn�t know how much of his friend wasn�t human, but considering
everything� a good part of him. His eyes were a dead giveaway, as was his
ability to gather twelve shikigami around himself! Among them Touda, who
Tatsumi wouldn�t want to face even when the lethal creature had a good
day. But Tsuzuki� he had fought for this particular entity, had freed him,
had done everything to keep him free. Was it that strange innocence that
refused to see the darkness, or was it the darkness yearning for an equal?

�Coffee?� Tsuzuki now offered and held out the cup.

Tatsumi took it and met the violet gaze, frowning a little. Tsuzuki�
knocking at the door� offering coffee.. and then he saw the serious expression.

�Something the matter?�

A wide, cheerful smile was the answer, momentarily erasing the expression.
�Just thought you needed a caffeine boost.�

Another frown. �I see. And?�

�And nothing.�

�Tsuzuki��

A sigh. The black dressed man sank into the chair opposite Tatsumi�s
desk. �You okay?�

Now where was that coming from?

�Of course I�m okay.�

�Good. Just asking.�

�Tsuzuki�� He put a warning into his voice.

And the amethyst eyes snapped from cheerful and teasing to serious.

�Seiichiro, what�s wrong with Yutaka?�

Tatsumi felt the breath leave his lungs, shocked by both the personal
address and the topic. �Wrong?� he echoed.

�Don�t tell me you haven�t noticed that he has taken to hiding in his
lab, slaving over whatever it is, how he seems so different. I haven�t
talked to him in over a week. Watari is my best friend, but he shies away
from contact. Hisoka tells me he�s getting something weird from him.�

�Weird?� he echoed again.

�Weird. As in � it�s not him any more. I�m not saying possessed, but
something has changed. Did the two of you break up?�

He sucked in another breath. �No!� he blurted and the shadows twitched.

Shit.

Tsuzuki smiled a little. �Good. Just checking. Now� what�s wrong?�

Tatsumi stared at him, cursing the perceptiveness that hid underneath
the innocent façade.

�I don�t know,� he finally said.

And what�s it to you? Since when did my personal life become of
such interest?

Tsuzuki leaned forward. �Then find out. He�s your partner. Your lover.
As a friend I can do only so much until he kicks me out. Actually, he doesn�t
have to because the lab�s locked. Whatever he works on, he�s serious about
it. Very. As his lover, you are the closest person to Yutaka. Seiichiro��

He was mesmerized by the intense expression and blinked to tear his
gaze away. �I�ll talk to him.�

�Not just talk. Listen, too.�

And then the smile was back, the carefree, humorous, cheerful version.
Violet eyes changed from serious to fun. It was such a startling change,
so unexpected, and still, after seventy odd years of knowing the younger
shinigami, Tatsumi should be used to it by now. Seventy years where Tsuzuki
kept the world at bay, let others only see what he wanted them to, and
where he controlled a power that made him a dangerous man to piss off.
Terazuma had found out the hard way once, but only once, and it hadn�t
really helped their relationship.

�Okay!� Tsuzuki announced, a bounce in his voice and body. �Gotta go.
Hisoka�s promised to get me some cake.�

And with that he was out of the office, leg hig his empty mug behind.
Typical.

Tatsumi stared at the closed door, amazed by his former partner again
and again.

�Thank you, Asato,� he murmured.

There so much more to you than meets the eye. I�m glad you are our
friend.

He planned to talk to Watari tonight, maybe even sooner.

It was just too bad that something interrupted and all his good intentions
were blown to bits. A small crisis that turned into a full-blown problem.

It was late when he returned home, cursing Enma, Konoe and whoever
else was handy for the workload, but all his curses were swallowed when
he saw the sleeping form in his bed, blond hair loosely braided, pale face
smoothed out, completely naked. The Shadow Master looked at the man he
loved, feeling those emotions again, overwhelming him like nothing else
ever had.

Took us years to get to this point, he thought. Years of being colleagues,
friends and partners.

After nearly a week, Watari had found his way into his home again.
He wanted to touch his lover, hold him close, kiss his lips, run his hands
over the smooth, warm skin, but he stopped himself.

Tatsumi prepared for bed as silently as possible, then slipped under
the covers. Watari was sleeping on, exhausted as it seemed, and the Shadow
Master smiled tenderly. He lay down, eyes on his lover, and finally dozed
off.
* * *
He had spent the last days looking for a formula to repel demons, to
fight them on a chemical basis, not just with magic, but whatever he had
tried, it hadn�t worked. Frustrated, sometimes close to tears, Watari had
finally buried his project and dejectedly resigned himself to the fact
that he was neither a researcher nor a scientist.

Failure.

The fact that three days of research couldn�t miraculously produce
a solution didn�t cross his confused mind. He only heard the mocking voice,
taunting him. He didn�t recall the fact that it took time and patience
to find something so complex. He wanted a success. He needed to prove to
himself that he was not worthless.

~But you are, little shinigami~ the voice snickered.

So he had crawled back to Tatsumi, into the empty apartment, into the
cold bed, waiting. He had dropped off into sleep and not felt his lover
snuggle in with him, close to him.

What am I for you? Watari thought as he looked at the sleeping
man. Golden eyes rested on the naked shinigami, smiling faintly as he let
his gaze linger on the muscular form. The blankets pooled enticingly around
Tatsumi�s hips, revealing a hint of buttock, and he itched to lay down
next to his lover again, touch him, hold him, feel the reassurance of their
bodies together.

~They keep you as entertainment. Just like he does. ~

The demon�s words kept echoing in his mind and he bit down on his despair.
For a week now it was haunting him throughout his waking hours and in his
sleep. It taunted him with its knowledge, how it read his emns, ns, how
it knew. The voice never stopped, only faded, but the cold remained.

Had he really defeated that thing? Or had Tatsumi lied for his sake?
Had he destroyed it with his shadows?

What are my powers anyway? he thought. I bumble along in the lab. I
pursue odd potions. I�m an engineer, not a scientist! What have I to show
for thirty odd years of playing with my chemistry sets? Now and then I
patch someone up who doesn�t really need my help. It�s like a reassurance
that stems from their human past. Have someone care for their injuries.

Watari closed hies aes and inhaled deeply, trying to calm himself,
but it didn�t work.

I have no function. I am a shinigami, responsible for a district
with close to no activities� and my life after death is senseless.

He opened his eyes and looked at his lover.

Seii� What do you see in me? Entertainment? A way to handle the
need?

The demon�s voice snickered in his head, sneering. The sadistic whispers
continued, sowing doubt and fear.

He angrily clamped down on his emotions. Why was he so damned depressed
all of a sudden? He had never cared about all of this before, except� except
his relationship with Tatsumi Seiichiro. It meant the world to him. It
meant his life�

Watari rose from the bed and slipped on his clothes, walking into the
kitchen to make himself a coffee. The noise of fluttering wings told him
that 003 was following, as she had done so often lately. She had been with
him when he had come to tatsumi�s place, happily hooting her approval of
his choice of overnight stay, and had fallen asleep on her favorite highback
chair.

Watari felt shaky, weak, rattled, and he still felt the cold touch
of the demon now and then. It had read his innermost thoughts� and his
innermost fears.

I don�t want to lose you, Seii, he thought. But if I�m just
a body for you to relieve your needs, did I ever have you?

Cold fingers closed around the mug and he bit back his tears. Watari
rarely cried. He never did so in public or around his friends, and now
he was close to a breakdown in Tatsumi�s flat.

��Taka?�

The voice made him flinch and it took everything inside the blond not
to wince away. Instead he summoned what strength he had left and turned
to face his lover, a smile on his features.

�Good morning, Seii.�
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