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Chapter Four:

Morpheus Spell

A/N: And now back to the present…

Warning: Beginning Lime.

Disclaimer: (See chapter one)

He had done everything.

Chest thrusts… Breathe! Breathe damn you! Naoe has been doing this for mere minutes but to him it felt like days, months… His arms and legs were cramping, his back was aching and he was out of breath himself from giving Takaya mouth to mouth respirations.

He was not responding. If things were left as they are… Takaya would truly die.

He couldn’t let that happen. As a retainer and protector of Lord Kagetora he can’t give up! You are Kanshousha! Think like one!

Kagetora-sama, I know you would, no, you hated me in the past for doing this but I will gladly accept your hate again and again if you will just live… There was no viable vessel for his lord to possess if this body would die.

Forced into such a situation, Naoe could only think of one thing. He gathers a part of his life force; starts an incantation and prays to any listening god.

…Live for me. Naoe’s aura flared a bright scarlet, it was his proof of all the pain and suffering he had endured in this 400 years. It was like blood, his soul was bleeding, and his body felt like being wrenched apart as his spiritual essence gushed, flailing madly about.

In his open hand, his spiritual essence gathered concentrically as if drawn by a magnet. A spherical and almost tangible form of life energy grew stronger while its source was gradually becoming weaker by the second. It doesn’t matter if he became incapable of kanshou once the mortal body of Tachibana Yoshiaki dies…

All he could think of was Kagetora’s survival. And thus I give you a part of my soul. Naoe reverently touches his forehead against Takaya’s and almost drapes his body around his beloved. His hand reaches out and pours all of himself into the still form. Naoe pushes the pulsating orb of eros into Takaya’s chest and waits for a miracle.

If nothing were to happen…

Naoe closes his eyes and gives in, embracing the cold form of Takaya tightly.

A deep intake of breath,

A heartbeat and then two… a steady rhythm follows thereafter.

Naoe felt tears welling at the corners of his eyes. He pushes himself up to his elbows peering into Takaya’s ashen face. He sheds them when he sees that Takaya doesn’t wake. So it wasn’t enough after all… Oh dear god what more could I do?

Takaya breathes; his chest steadily rises and falls in a good rhythm. His peripheral pulses become palpable and his heartbeat could be heard thumping strongly in his ribcage. But it was obvious now that he was in a coma.

Were they back to the Tsutsuga incident? Kagetora’s spirit was not in this body. All Naoe accomplished was the same thing he did when Kagetora’s soul was sapped inside the Tsutsuga mirror. The body was a living breathing empty shell: a bleak contrast to its former fiery self. And the worst thing was that Naoe couldn’t possibly know where to begin searching for his master’s soul.

He first detected it lingering in the lake but vanished without a trace once they returned on land. Kagetora-sama, don’t do this again… Despair was quickly cementing itself within the weary retainer’s heart. If only Haruie was here… this was her field of expertise. Naoe could never compare to her skill of locating spirits in critical precision. That’s right.

There was still hope.

He roughly digs his wet pants pocket for his PHS only to discover that the communications device was dead. For his lack of tact in taking the device for a hard swim he curses himself and his stupidity. It must be the exhaustion causing the rash decisions and the short-sighted take on his abilities as kanshousha.

As much as he wanted to keep using his powers he fears what was left of him is not even enough to telepathically call for his comrades. His vision starts to blur and he didn’t even know if they were because of tears or… Haruie! He makes one last desperate attempt before his body lost all sensation and teetered on the edge of oblivion.

As the faithful retainer finally succumbed to his depleted spiritual reserves a tall shadow finally reveals itself to the unconscious pair.

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Naoe wakes up staring blearily at a midnight blue sky swirling with indigo clouds. The sound of flowing water made him sit up on what appeared to be a shallow stream with a gloomy shade of cobalt. Withered, grotesque, and leafless trees innumerably populated the barren landscape to his left and right. For the possessor, this place could easily be one of the dimensions of Yami Sengoku. The atmosphere pregnant with hatred, despair, and insurmountable suffering were epiphenomenon during that chaotic time… their time. The wounded howls, anguished cries, and unending lament of the onryou conveyed by the balls of light floating around the haunted forest confirmed his suspicions.

Perhaps he was simply one of them now. The darkness that engulfed him earlier, did that mean that he had died and being unable to perform kanshou has led this transformation back into an onryou?

If so then this must be purgatory. He neither remained on the world of the living nor completely crossed over towards the land of the dead. The only explanation he could come up was because he was kanshousha. A kanshousha who couldn’t perform kanshou have no power to remain on the natural world just as any unpurified soul¹³ could not complete the cycle of death and rebirth.

To put it bluntly, he was one lost soul hovering between the two worlds. What a pathetic way to die, he thought. In his brief time as an onryou he remembered not a thing of what he did so why— why was he aware of his conscious mind?

On top of that his reflection in the water told him he had retained his human shape. He wasn’t supposed to have that if he would be an untamed, wandering, nameless spirit.

As he looked ahead, translucent layers of purple mist were gathering beyond to obscure the horizon. A particularly luminescent ball of light uncannily catches his attention as it circled a few trees and stopped afloat the stream a few steps away from where he was. It eerily resembled the pulsating orb of eros he had given to sustain Takaya’s body.

Like a living thing, it seemed to find his scrutiny uncalled for. The orb sought cover behind the purple mists. In fact Naoe soon finds the entire landscape saturated with such. Rather than be alarmed, he logically equated the occurrence to that of a squid in distress. Flippancy aside, this defensive spell rings a heavy bell of warning.

His thoughts scattered when a strong gust of wind nearly heaved him off ground. Naoe dropped on one knee and shielded himself with both hands. When the wind stilled and the mists cleared he discovered that the spiritual orb was no more. In its place stood a human shape that ignited every spark of fear slumbering in his psyche.

Naoe gasped. Long black hair, porcelain-white skin, a straight prideful back wearing a blue kimono… It couldn’t be…

The retainer holds his breath as the figure turns around to face him.

“Why are you so surprised? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Enticing baritone voice mocks and compels him to look away when all he wanted was to embrace and pour his mad longing to the shinrei¹⁴ in the blue kimono.

Barefoot and graceful, the slender figure of Kagetora approaches and Naoe starts when a cool soft hand grasps his chin and tilts his face so the master could see eye to eye with his retainer.

Kagetora fixed him with a calm, unreadable gaze while those fingers simply burned him. Naoe itched to tear his face away from that possessive hold.

All he could think of, all that he wanted to do was to grab that hand, pull that body against his so he could peel away that kimono, lave at that creamy chest with his tongue and use it in places that would turn Kagetora into a writhing mess. He was sure that his untamed desire was very naked in his eyes.

“The way you look at me, hasn’t changed all these years. It makes me feel thrilled and disgusted all at the same time.” Kagetora lowers himself to whisper cruelly in his ear.

Naoe shivers, shuts his eyes, and his nails dig crescent moons on his palm. He was finally able to look away from his temptation. But that wasn’t enough to save him. Already a raging inferno of passion threatened to consume him triggered by those venomous words. If Kagetora doesn’t move away…

“You say it disgusts you but you keep provoking me anyway for what reason, Kagetora-sama?” Naoe struggles to keep his bearings despite the heat coiling in his gut, awakening his animalistic instincts to take that body even if it is by force. Their faces were a hair’s breadth apart, any wrong move for both and Naoe knew he was bound to do something he might regret later. A part of him thought that Kagetora was doing this on purpose to prove his dirty intentions.

Naoe almost laughs in self-ridicule. What more are you trying to prove when you’ve caught me so many times just how deep this sin of mine lies?

“For what reason you say?” Kagetora purrs while his hand slides down the side of his suffering retainer’s neck. He smiles in delight when Naoe swallows nervously in anticipation. Two buttons snap free off the neckline of Naoe’s dress shirt and that questing hand dives inside without pause.

The retainer bites his lip until it bleeds to keep himself from groaning at the sensation of Kagetora’s hand rubbing the skin of his chest. Just this and he could feel himself leak a drop or two from his painful arousal. Kagetora laughs softly as if he sees right through him and suddenly drags his nails forcefully drawing blood, relishing Naoe’s pained hiss.

The sting only adds to further escalate Naoe’s excitement as Kagetora knew it would. “Because you amuse me greatly this way. Panting, looking at me with that blistering gaze, making me want to jump out of my skin. A blood hound salivating in heat… reduced to such an animal, I pity you.”

Naoe gnashes his teeth like a provoked beast and snarls. But Kagetora silences him with deft fingers pinching a sensitive nipple. Naoe gulps for air in labored breaths but manages, “Fuck you.”

Unfazed, the master doesn’t let go. “Oh? You want it that bad, already?” He ruthlessly tugs on the abused nub.

Naoe doesn’t let another second pass with Kagetora gaining the upper hand. He finally retaliates, grabbing the hem of the other’s kimono and yanks his proud master off his feet.

Water splashes everywhere when Naoe pulls his master under him. They were now both soaking wet but neither notices as they were engaged in their more primal and psychological warfare. With the tables turned on him Kagetora experiences a late reaction and eventually panics. His once cool imperial eyes were wide with (deer on the headlights) fear. “Is this what you always wanted, Kagetora-sama?” It was Naoe’s turn to whisper cruel nothings on his ear.

“If you wanted me so much you don’t need to pull off bold stunts to impress.” He rambles monotonously while his hands were busy unfastening any tight knots to loosen the blue kimono. When he finished undressing his stunned prey, “All you needed to do is ask your dog… So command me my only dictator.” Naoe breathes these words on the hollow of Kagetora’s neck.

How did they end up in this compromising position? Unexpectedly trapped within the larger body, Kagetora frantically tries to search for an escape route only to be told that, “There’s no way out for you, my lord. You have brought this upon yourself so accept the filthy affections of your lowly servant.”

“No!” Kagetora rages; throwing his arms up and repeatedly strikes his would-be violator.

Naoe passively accepts the blows being nicked by those sharp nails more than twice. “Are you done?” He asks the heaving body beneath him. His hungry eyes couldn’t help but roam the expanse of that lithe chest breathing raggedly in exertion. The sight reminds him how much tighter his pants were becoming.

He wasn’t expecting for Kagetora to harass him there, next. “You’re quite contented with this dream, aren’t you?” That grip wrings a needy sound from his throat.

“Kage…tora-sama...” Naoe fights for control over his traitorous body. He almost came there and then. “Heaven or hell, dream or reality I don’t care where else as long as I feel you.”

“Naoe!” Kagetora raises his fists again but this time, Naoe was at his wits end. He grabs his master’s wrists, pins them over that dishevelled head and straddles those unruly hips.

“Kagetora-sama, aren’t you getting tired of our prolonged foreplay? I’m impressed you can hold out on me this long while your body painfully strains.” His hand returns the favor more skilfully.

“Nao—!” Kagetora gasps and curses as his hips move with that milking hand.

Naoe smirks at the lewd display loving the velvety feel of his beloved’s honest reaction. He would make sure his prideful master succumbs to the pleasure first. I will show you how much you want me. You’ll be hoarse from screaming by the time I’m done with you.

Kagetora could only stare helplessly at the dark promise possessing the dilated eyes of the beast certainly of his own making.

TBC~

13 – A Kanshousha is a special onryou who remains in the world of the living as long as he/she escapes exorcism. That is why the onryou of Yami Sengoku are very much afraid of the Meikai Uesugi Army’s ability to do so.

14 – Literal meaning (heart + spirit) a spiritual term for a ghost or the departed.

Post A/N: This was one monster of a chapter! *Collapses

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