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Chapter List
- 1-East
- 2-part 2
- 3-part 3
- 4-part 4
- 5-part 5
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Looking at the chocolate cake, now almost eaten, Sohryu felt a sliver
of old pain. He had been so foolish in his pride and perceived power. Tsuzuki
had become his master, his to protect and to serve, but he had never liked
him. The disgust from long ago came back, but this time not directed at
the slender man relaxing on one of the chairs but at himself.

His pride and arrogance had led him to a situation every shikigami
feared � he had been responsible for nearly getting Tuszuki killed because
of his hard headedness, his stupidity, and his distrust of the man who
had summoned him.

Sohryu swallowed a piece of chocolate, not really tasting it.

It was in the past, but he had never forgotten. It was a painful, harsh
reminder of his failure, of his betrayal of Tsuzuki's unconditional trust,
and his stupidity.

Tsuzuki had forgiven him, like he forgave so much. A smile, those large
eyes holding nothing but reassurance and still viable trust, and a warm
voice telling him he wasn't to blame.

But he had blamed himself.

Bitterly.

//Sohryu stood in one of the many bedrooms of his palace, gazing at
the lone occupant of the beis nis non-human eyes piercing the darkness
of the room with ease. Tsuzuki was still unconscious, his chest and right
arm thickly bandaged.

Fool, he thought. Fool.

Why had he saved him? Why had a shinigami saved his shikigami?

We are his to command. We serve him. I serve him� he has no obligation
to save me.

But Tsuzuki had. He had driven the devil that had nearly overpowered
Sohryu through sheer luck away, exposing himself� and getting injured in
turn.

My fault, the dragon thought as he walked into the room, eyes still
on the shinigami he was sworn to as a servant.

He had been too sure of his kill. He had actually been annoyed that
Tsuzuki had called him, even though it was his duty. But he had underestimated
his opponent, which had driven its claws and fangs into the dragon's throat,
intent on killing him.

And Tsuzuki had intervened.

He could still hear the cry of the shinigami, the outrage, the anger,
the shared pain. He had felt the well-known power flare, and then the devil
was off his back. For the few seconds it had taken the injured dragon to
get his bearings, the creature had attacked its new target, wounding the
now so very exposed man who had thrown everything at the creature to save
his shikigami.

Fool.

Sohryu stood over the bed, took in the by now very familiar features,
the delicate, pale skin, the bruises and cuts. Tsuzuki was suffering from
severe poisoning and his healing powers were barely able to work through
the damage. Sohryu had brought him here, to GensouKai, an did didn't even
know why.

Instinct?

Protecting this fragile human being was suddenly so very important.
Tsuzuki Asato had wormed himself into his consciousness, his mind, his
heart and then his soul. A man who could be a total airhead one minute
and a powerful opponent the next. Such a strange creature, so contradictive,
so� unlike anyone he had ever met.

A soft moan startled him and he watched as Tsuzuki's forehead wrinkled
in pain. The good hand twitched and a whimper came next.

Sohryu reached out and brushed over the slightly damp skin, drawing
a sigh. He stopped, but when Tsuzuki moved uneasily and cried out, he settled
down on the mattress, caressing the unruly hair. The young man quieted
down after a while, his breathing evening out, but Sohryu didn't stop.
It felt strange doing this, but also familiar. Like he had done for his
children when they had been very young. Tsuzuki looked just as vulnerable,
radiated just as much need, and it felt good doing this. It calmed his
own soul.

What are you doing to me, shinigami? he thought. I didn't want this.
I didn't want a master.

You insist I'm your friend. You want us to be equals, but your power
is so incredible. You hide from the woand and I can still see you for what
you are.

The was a muffled sigh from the man on the bed and suddenly he blinked
open blurry,thysthyst eyes.

Such an unusual eye color, Sohryu mused. Not human in any way. It wasn't
just a trick of the light either. It was real.

Tsuzuki tried to focus, the hand Sohryu had unconsciously held throug
th
the last hours twitching a little. He squeezed it reassuringly. Tsuzuki
gasped as pain hit him and Sohryu calmed him withoft oft murmur and a soothing
caress of the sweat damp hair and face.

"S�soh� ryu?" Tsuzuki asked, voice barely a whisper of a breath.

"Yes."

"You� okay?"

Why do you care so much as to what happens to any one of us? Why do
you always worry about others? But it was one of his many endearing qualities.
It was what had weakened Sohryu's defenses, had opened his heart and soul
for this man.

"Yes, I'm fine."

"Good," Tsuzuki breathed, eyes sliding shut. His body tensed as a new
wave of pain hit him.

Sohryu felt the hand in his grasp tighten around the hold he had, not
strong but stronger than before, then Tsuzuki finally relaxed, breathing
hard.

"Why did you do it?" he asked softly.

Tsuzuki opened his eyes again, slightly confused. "You were in danger."

"I'm a shikigami. Your shikigami. It's my duty to defend you."

Tsuzuki smiled faintly. "You're my friend."

So simple.

Sohryu stared at him, mind whirling. Friend? Tsuzuki saw him as a friend?
He had barely talked to the shinigami when he had come to GensouKai and
he had been more than angered to be summoned. His reluctance and the way
he had underestimated the situation had gotten Tsuzuki injured!

"No," Tsuzuki breathed as Sohryu voiced that out loud. "Not your fault.
I wasn't fast enough�" He winced in pain again and stopped, biting his
lower lip.

The dragon leaned over him and two pairs of very non-human eyes met,
the stronger one currently hovering over the weaker one.

"Stop that, uki!uki!" he growled. "It was my fault! I didn't think
you had any right to call me for a weak devil, but he was stronger than
I thought. I didn't trust your judgment! You are my master, I'm supposed
to obey you, die for you if I have to."

The weak squeeze of Tsuzuki's hand interrupted him and a distressed
expression was on the pale features.

"No, Sohryu," the human whispered, slightly shaking his head. "No!"

Sohryu stared at him, saw the urgent glow, felt the hand holding his
tighten.

"Never die for me," Tsuzuki begged. �Promise� me��

But he could order him to. That was what being the master of a shikigami
meant, the dragon thought, amazed again.

"Tsuzuki�"

"No!" The voice was stronger, Tsuzuki using what strength he had. "No!
I don't want it! You're my friends� I'm proud of you all, so very proud�
don't die for me, Sohryu." He was begging now, clearly upset by the very
thought.

The shikigami carded his fingers through the longish strands of soft
hair. There were tears in those fascinating eyes that could be hard col cold, large and child-like, or warm and loving.

"I don't want you to serve," Tsuzuki managed, voice shaking. "It's
not your duty to die� not for me, please, Sohryu�"

The dragon followed the path of the tears with wide eyes. He reached
out and wiped the wetness away, something inside of him reaching out toward
the injured man, caressing his presence with his power.

Sohryu found himself smiling, a real, true smile. A smile from the
depth of his heart. For the first time he understood Rikugo's words about
this very special person.

"Then I will be your friend, Tsuzuki Asato," the Protector of the East
said, never stopping his caress. "As you will be mine. I will serve you
in battle when you call me. It's my honor � as a friend."

Tsuzuki smiled and it was a smile that touched the shikigami's very
soul. It was that smile he had seen Tsuzuki bestow upon the others, had
seen how Byakko craved that warmth, and at the time he had called the tiger
weak. Now he was just as pathetic. But it felt good to be weak, to have
this young man smile at him, call him a friend.

Tsuzuki Asato had unconsciously given Sohryu more than the dragon had
ever thought possible. He had felt his own strength grow, both in body
and in mind. His fighting power had almost doubled and he hadn�t even been
aware of it. He hadn�t been weak to begin with, but Tsuzuki�s strength
had fortified his shields, had shaped his own power� and he hadn�t even
actively sought it out. Shikigami gained from their masters, but he would
never have believed to gain this much.

�Thank you,� he murmured.

Tsuzuki blinked tiredly. �Huh?�

�For everything. I don�t give praise easily, but you have done more
for me than I can ever repay.�

�Sohryu�� came the next protest.

He stilled him by placing his fingers against the pale lips. �Accept
it, Tsuzuki Asato. You won�t hear me say these words very often, if at
all.�

The young man smiled a little. �Okay.�

Amethyst eyes closed as the water dragon continued the gentle massage,
and the hand holding his relaxed. Sohryu had never experienced anything
like this. Never had he felt like this. It was a kind of love, but not
like he had held for his wife or still held for his children. It was different.

Very, very different.
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