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Threshold	By : Macx Category: Descendents of Darkness/Yami No Matsuei > General Views: 1649 -:- 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-Threshold
- 2-part 2
- 3-part 3
- 4-part 4
- 5-part 5
- 6-part 6
- 7-part 7
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He should be exhausted to the point of a coma, but he wasn't.
His body might be tired, but his mind was running around in circles, hyped-up,
unable to find the necessary peace to climb back into the bed where his
lover was sleeping.
Ryu cast a look over his shoulder into the darkness of the palace, then
turned back to the other darkness that was all around him; the darkness
of night.
Rikugo had made love to him, slow and gentle and oh so tender, and he
had briefly forgotten everything connected to his first night in GensouKai,
but that had come back the moment his body had calmed down and his mind
had unwound out of the myriad of emotions that accompanied his climax.
GensouKai.
His first day had ended in intense sex, a day where he had seen so much
without actually visiting all the sights and places, a day where he had
had tea with Genbu, one of the four Gods, and a day where he had realized,
for the first time, what this whole deal meant for him.
Freedom.
And it scared him so much. Not just because Tsuzuki would take the fall
should he fail to return on time, no. Also because of the unlimited space
that his mind could no longer comprehend. He was a lifelong prisoner and
he had a whole realm to visit now. It created misfires in his mind, it
produced a short-circuit, and it made his body tremble with the physical
reaction.
It was also the day where he had had his first breakdown outside the
Palace, away from Enma-Daiou who might have interfered, and he knew that
he wasn't out of the woods yet. His mind wasn't able to deal with it all,
and whenever he quieted down long enough, the unbidden thoughts came.
There was a soft noise behind him and he whirled around, his heart hammering
in his chest from the panic that had overwhelmed him once before. Ryu tried
to fight it each and every time, he had suppressed it in front of his lover
when they had arrived, when they had walked through the palace, but it
still came. And tonight, feeling so much and trying not to think of the
consequences, he was slowly falling apart.
Blond hair, dark eyes, dressed in a light robe -- Ryu fought the panic
even harder as his lover joined him outside the palace on the small balcony
that overlooked the front yard.
"Ryu?" Rikugo questioned softly.
"Just getting some air," he whispered, voice shaky, and he cursed himself
for it.
The tall shikigami approached slowly and Ryu repeated the silent curse
that all he wanted to do was embrace this man, have him wrap his arms around
him and protect him. He wasn't weak! He was a two thousand year old man!
He was a demon, damnit!
And still his mind was so very human, as was his fragmented soul, and
he needed the reassurance, and the love.
Rikugo did embrace him and he shivered more, but not from the cold.
He felt his lover's touch, his soothing caress, and he heard a gentle voice
telling him it was okay.
"It's not," he groaned. "This isn't me!"
"It is you. It is the you that has been freed and is trying to cope
with it. I knew this might happen, Ryu, and I want to be there for you."
He groaned softly, burying his head in the silky robe.
"Let me," Rikugo begged softly.
The demon couldn't do anything but simply nod, and a feather-like kiss
was placed onto one temple.
"I love you," Rikugo murmured. "I want to help you."
When Ryu looked up, their lips were suddenly locked in a deep, tender
kiss, and he held on to the so much stronger form of his shikigami lover.
Ryu loved him with just the same intensity, needed him even more, and
he wanted this to work, but it would take time.
"We have time," Rikugo whispered when they parted.
"Forty-eight hours," Ryu replied.
"No. There is no limit."
"But..."
Rikugo framed his face and smiled. "Forty-eight hours where you can
roam freely, and the time between each forty-eight hours for me to be with
you in the Palace."
Ryu stared at him, then smiled shakily. Yes, the forty-eight hours were
for him, not Rikugo. And his lover did come visit whenever he could.
"We can make this work," the astrologer insisted.
"We can," Ryu echoed.
If Tsuzuki could fight his demons, so could he. He wouldn't let any
of them down. Not Tsuzuki, not Rikugo.
I won't let you win, Enma.
° ° °
Terazuma Hajime, one of the few shinigami possessed by a shikigami,
walked down the wide path that led between the two huge lakes toward the
island in the middle where both met, then snaked off toward the wide expanse
of grass and wooded area. He loved this place. It was vast and free, though
not as wild as the lion inside him sometimes wanted. His shikigami was
always drawn to the outermost regions of GensouKai where civilization had
not turned nature into a landscaped mockery of what had been before. The
Black One, now in balance with his shinigami master he possessed, was much
more open about expressing his emotions ever since they had reached an
agreement. He would suggest a little flight, some time in the wild, just
letting him roam freely, and Terazuma agreed.
Today though, there was no wilderness adventure. He was heading for
his meeting with Sohryu, who had been kept busy lately, and he was looking
forward to a little time off with his lover. It was when he reached the
island with its pagoda and benches and luxurious spread of blooming flowers
that he discovered that he wasn't the only one out to enjoy the day in
this peaceful environment.
Someone else was there, sitting at the shore of the island, legs pulled
up, arms around his knees, face to the sun, his eyes closed. The breeze
coming in from the lake ruffled the black hair that looked tousled and
wind-blown already.
Curious, Terazuma wondered who he was. He had never seen him here before
and from his style of dress he wasn't actually a resident of GensouKai.
Or he was one who preferred Western style clothing to the more traditional
garb the shikigami wore. As he stood and watched, he picked up a faint
ripple along his outer senses. He was used to sensing shikigami everywhere,
especially the twelve very powerful Divine Commanders of which one was
his partner. What he picked up here was... different.
The Black One rumbled deep in his mind, moving uneasily.
Terazuma felt his eyebrows climb when a pair of fiery red eyes met his
and the man blinked, apparently surprised to see him here. And maybe it
was his imagination, but did he look afraid for a second.
They just looked at each other, neither man moving a muscle, and then
Terazuma resumed his way toward the wooded area at the other end of the
lake. His mind pondered the puzzle of this stranger; well, he might have
to ask Sohryu about it.
° ° °
The second time Terazuma saw the man was a week later. He was dressed
differently, in an almost formal suit with a white shirt, but there was
no mistaking the red eyes and the strange aura tickling his senses. The
man was standing inside the observatory, looking at astrological charts,
and Terazuma was hidden in the shadow of a huge oak tree that grew close
by. Just as the shinigami was about to decide whether to approach the stranger
or continue his way, a new player appeared.
Rikugo came up behind the dark-haired stranger and Terazuma's eyes widened
in surprise as the astrologer wrapped an arm around the slender waist of
the visitor and pulled him to rest against his body. The other did so willingly
and turned his head, capturing the blond in a gentle kiss that expressed
a lot about their relationship.
Terazuma filed it away, his detective mind pondering the puzzle. The
dark-haired man was no shinigami, he wasn't a simple human either -- and
how could a human find his way into the dream realm? -- but he also wasn't
a shikigami. Rikugo seemed to be very close to him, which was also a puzzle,
and they also knew each other for a while from the casualty of their encounter.
Sliding around the tree, using the shadow not to be seen, the shinigami
picked his way among the smaller trees and walked thoughtfully back to
Sohryu's palace. He really had to ask his lover if he knew who the man
was.

tbc...
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