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Dark Horse	By : Macx Category: Descendents of Darkness/Yami No Matsuei > General Views: 1714 -:- 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-Dark Horse
- 2-part 2
- 3-part 3
- 4-part 4
- 5-part 5
- 6-part 6
- 7-part 7
- 3
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- 5
Ryu stood in front of the mirror, staring at himself. Red eyes reflected
in the surface, red with a black pupil, sitting in a perfect face, with
a perfect complexion, surrounded by tousled, pitch-black strands. He was
wearing a white shirt, the first buttons open, and black pants. The matching
coat lay on the ground, thrown there in a moment of frustration.
Today was the day.
His first day outside these walls.
And I've got nothing to wear, he thought with faint amusement.
What a cliché.
But he didn't. Not really. He had tons of clothes, from all eras, from
all cultures, but they were more befitting of a grand reception or a masquerade,
not a... date.
He smiled a little and the pale features softened.
His first real date. He was going out with the man he loved.
Ryu shook his head and turned away from the mirror. He didn't know what
to look like, only what not - the Count. The Count would stay here, back
in the Palace, and only Ryu would go out and have fun.
The well-known presence of his lover entered the Palace and like a missile,
Rikugo homed in on him, very much aware where he was. Ryu smiled as the
tall blond entered his chamber and Rikugo placed a kiss on his lips.
"Ready?" he asked and there was an almost child-like eagerness in his
voice.
"Yes and no. I've got no idea what to dress like."
"Like yourself?" Rikugo suggested.
"But... who am I? I've been the Count for two thousand years, Rikugo.
I... who am I when not him?"
Strong fingers carded into his hair, brushing over his scalp. "You look
just fine as you are now, Ryu."
He glanced at the simple outfit.
"And where we're going, you've got no one to impress."
"Oh?"
Rikugo smiled. "Yes. I'm already in awe of you as it is," he murmured
and ran a caressing hand over his arm.
"You are?" There was wonder in his voice, emotions, doubt...
"Yes. Very much." Rikugo kissed him softly. "Come on... let's go."
"Uhm, I just want to talk to Tsuzuki, okay?"
"Of course." Another kiss was placed onto his lips, then Rikugo left.
As did Ryu, leaving the jacket on the ground as he walked through the
vast corridors and hallways to where he knew Tsuzuki was. The shinigami
was in the library, gazing at the endless rows of books, clearly impressed.
"You going?" he asked, shooting Ryu a brilliant smile that, only a few
months ago, would have melted the man's heart. Now it was just a warm rain
on his soul.
"Yes. You okay?"
"Sure, no problem. You go and have fun."
Ryu hesitated, then nodded. "Thanks, Asato."
Another beaming smile. Ryu left the Palace no five minutes later and
the moment he was down the stairs and didn't encounter the barrier, something
inside of him started to tremble.
Enma's name...
It was real... it was for real...
There was a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. He looked
into the black eyes of his lover, swallowing.
"Want to go for a ride?" Rikugo asked, smiling.
"R-ride?"
"Or should I say flight? I'm a dragon after all."
He gaped at the blond astrologer, who smiled more.
"I take that as a yes. Hop on."
And with it he transformed smoothly into his dragon self, the brown
dragon gazing down at the demon with amused, red eyes.
This had to be a dream, Ryu thought frantically as he settled on the
neck. A good dream. A very good dream.
Please don't let me wake up now...!
Huge wings unfurled and the dragon pushed himself off the ground, Magic
and muscles worked, bringing him higher into the air, and the wind nipped
at Ryu's hair as he clutched the long mane, legs locking so he wouldn't
fall off. Beneath him he could see the Palace, growing smaller and more
distant.
He was free.
He was flying and he was free.
For the next forty-eight hours he would be someone else.
° ° °
He looked into the azure sky, watched the clouds pass by, listened to
the birds sing their songs, and he felt the grass underneath his skin.
There was a sweet-earthy smell in the air and if he listened closely, the
breeze moved the branches and the leaves rustled gently. Sun played over
his exposed skin, warming it, heating it up nicely.

A shadow blocked the sun and he blinked lazily up into the handsome
face with its onyx eyes and white-blond hair. Strands of that silky mass
fell forward, framing Rikugo's face, and Ryu reached up, playing with it.
"Enjoying yourself?" the astrologer murmured.
"Very much."
And he did. They had come here, to this perfectly remote place with
its small lake and gently sloping hills, with its faraway mountains and
the spring green grass, the trees of a small forest and the chatter of
insects and birds... and Ryu had felt his soul unwind, relax...
They had gone for a swim in the lake. Nothing extraordinary, but he
had never been able to do that before. Well, before he had been sent here
for punishment, to live at the Palace. In his former life he had learned
to do so. He could swim.
Skinny dipping, testing the waters, playing around, and finally, two
strong arms closing around him, a hot mouth on his, and the clearly defined
form of his lover melting against him. They had made love on the shore,
cleaning up in the lake afterwards, drying in the sun, and making love
again.
One of Rikugo's hands ran along his side and he stretched like a lazy
cat, feeling like purring. The shikigami smiled and leaned forward, nibbling
at his lower lips, lapping at his mouth and finally closing his lips over
Ryu's, and the demon groaned softly.
"So... want to see some more sights?" Rikugo murmured.
"I like what I've seen so far..." he teased.
A chuckle answered him. "Good. I wish I could show you Tsuzuki's workplace,
but I guess that's a bit soon."
Ryu nodded. Not because of Ryu, but because of the others. They didn't
know who he was, what he looked like, and he wanted to keep it that way.
Only a select few knew about his true appearance anyway, and it would stay
that way.
"One day," he only replied. "I would love to see the library. It must
be incredible."
The astrologer nodded, never stopping the caresses. "There's a nice
little place where I planned we can spend the night, too."
Now there was a seductive look if Ryu had ever seen one. "You're insatiable,"
he teased.
"Coming from your mouth, that's a compliment."
He laughed and tangled his fingers in the long hair. "It is, Rikugo.
I love you. Thank you for everything."
"Hm, wasn't me. It was Tsuzuki."
"And I thanked him already."
Sandy eyebrows rose. "Oh? Hopefully not the same way."
Ryu gave him a mock scowl. "Rikugo..."
A smile stopped him. "I know. I trust you. You know that." Another kiss
was bestowed onto his lips. "Go?"
He nodded, rising with his lover, both men still very close, caressing
each other, trading little nips and kisses. Ryu breathed in the sunwarmed
scent of the blond, wondering for the umpteenth time what fate had finally
intervened and given him this man. Fingers raked through his tousled strands,
so pitch-black and a complete opposite to the almost white hair of his
lover. They were opposites in so many ways, but deep down inside they shared
something, and it was this something that had gotten them together.
Slipping into his clothes, he smiled.
This little something and someone special. Tsuzuki Asato.
I owe you, he thought faintly. Forever. Nothing can ever repay
what you did for me, Tsuzuki. Nothing.
° ° °
Tsuzuki had never really spent much time at the Palace. Sure, throughout
the parties and the fateful evening of the masquerade, but he had never
been anywhere outside the official reception areas.
Today was different.
Today he could explore.
He knew part of the layout from the previous visits and he had seen
the basement with its collection of porn - which was no longer. Ryu, after
his rage and the following destruction of parts of this place, had never
replaced it. That, more than anything, told Tsuzuki how serious it was
between the two men. Ryu was coming more and more to the surface while
the Count was being banished into the depth of the fragmented soul.
Tsuzuki smiled as he walked past the many rooms, peeking inside now
and then. He was happy about events. So much good had happened, even if
it had been born out of suffering and pain.
Watson had served him something to drink and had then gone off to do...
whatever Watson did. Tsuzuki shrugged and entered the next room. It looked
like a reading room, complete with a fire place, a balcony hidden behind
French doors, and held in the ever-present luscious style of the whole
place. A few things had changed since the last reconstruction. The outside
had remained the same, but inside... those were tiny things and knowing
that the Palace was bound to Ryu, that his mind shaped the rooms, told
Tsuzuki about more changes inside the ancient being.
Good.
So very good.

It was twelve hours after the beginning of his 'shift' that Tsuzuki
noticed the growing unease. It was like something was watching him, keeping
track of his every move, and as the hours passed by, the feeling increased.
But he was alone.
Completely alone.
Aside from Watson, of course, and the candles. He had checked on them
a few times, but everything was fine. The books were being written, the
candles burned, and whenever one died, a new one would light up somewhere
else. He knew that those candles meant lives, that perishing lights meant
death, but there was nothing he could do.
Tsuzuki sighed and shook his head. As much as he wanted happiness, as
much as he understood the never-ending circle of life and death, as much
as he knew what he was and what he was supposed to do, he rarely accepted
it. He just had to live with it.
And something flickered across the edge of his vision.
He flinched and turned, wide eyes searching the shadows.
There was nothing.
He was alone.
A shiver passed across his back and he stuffed his hands into the pockets
of his pants, quickly leaving the room. Outside it was already growing
dark and he should get something to eat. Maybe he was just hungry.
Yes, that was it.
And the shadows danced, whispering.
Tsuzuki stopped, gasping softly, trying to pierce the darkness that
was encroaching.
Something was there.
It whispered.
It was a voice.
"You killed me."
He swallowed hard, trying to suppress a whimper.
It was an illusion! He knew it was one. Like the last time...
Tsuzuki hurried down the corridor toward the stairs. He would go to
the dinner room, have Watson prepare him something, with a wonderfully
sweet dessert...
"Tsuzuki..."
And the voice was so close. So enticing, wooing, sweet and...
"Muraki!"
Silver eyes glowed in the dimmed lights and pale fingers reached for
him.
Tsuzuki cried out in terror as his worst nightmare, the most primal
one he had, touched his cheek, cold fingers sliding over his skin.
"NO!"
He stumbled back, connecting with the wall, and scrambled along it to
the stairs.
"No, no, no! You're an illusion..."
"I am as real as you are. I am inside you, Tsuzuki... Asato..."
Power churned, called by instinct to defeat a creature he was terrified
of like no other.
And then there was a warm embrace, inside and out. There was a gentle
presence, black silk, cool and reassuring.
::Tsuzuki:: Touda whispered intensely.
He clung to his shikigami, groaning as the shadows dissolved, as nightmares
receded.
::Are you real?:: he asked weakly.
A smile was the answer. ::Very.::
Tsuzuki closed his eyes, sagging against the more muscular form, taking
strength from Touda's physical presence.
::You probably set off every alarm in Meifu:: he murmured.
::I don't care::
Tsuzuki smiled slightly, then inhaled deeply, pushing away. Golden eyes
regarded him critically, Touda's arms still around him.
"I'm okay."
"No, you're not."
Dark brows drew down. "It was a shadow, Touda."
"It was Muraki. It was your mind playing with your fears."
Tsuzuki felt his insides clench. "No..."
"Tsuzuki..."
"I can do this, Touda! I can!"

tbc...
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