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The Saiyuki Chronicles - Tsuki Chapter COMPLETE	By : Sungirl763 Category: Gensomaden Saiyuki > Het - Male/Female Views: 785 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Gensomaden Saiyuki nor the characters from it. I also do not make any kind of money from writing this story. See A/N in each ch. for additional disclaimers.

Chapter List
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Word count: 3,596
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Outside of the multi-level home, Dokugakuji trailed over the roof on the back of his dragon. He smiled as he surveyed the area, the roof being the only area that did not seem to be protected by Lián’s plant life.
“That doc may have a few screws loose, but his tools are no joke,” Dokugakuji said to himself. During their fight, Dokugakuji found an opening to place a tracker on the fabric of Lián’s cloak. It was something he did as a precautionary measure during the fight in case this was the end result. Even if it wasn’t, he was sure he would still pursue Lián at some point. Aside from the stirring he had from within, he wanted to try persuading Lián to join in his cause with Kougaiji. Such exemplary skills would be useful to Kougaiji and the she-fox that was his step mother.
Dokugakuji chuckled, in truth, none of this would have anything to do with Kougaiji if not for that damn scroll. The part about recruiting Lián was almost a cover for the fact that he hadn’t been physically interested in a woman his entire life. Not since he gave himself to his mother for the sake of his little brother. There was no real love or affection, he was just a substitute for his father. Those weren’t the most pleasant of memories for Dokugakuji, and they certainly twisted his perception of interacting with the opposite sex when the notion of being romantically involved with a woman entered his mind.
There was something different about Lián. Perhaps it was due to the mix of emotions and adrenaline during the fight that piqued his interests. Perhaps it was being introduced to her scent, even if the circumstances were a bit ridiculous for the both of them. In fact, why did she choose such an outfit? From what little information he knew of her, she was not one to wear so little. Whatever this curiosity was, he had to explore it further.
Observing the home, Dokugakuji noted the vines decorating the sides of the building while the rest of the plants and trees were far enough away. Clearly the vines were a last resort to keep out intruders. Dokugakuji lightly kicked his dragon as he swooped down towards the rooftop. The vegetation began to stir against his presence. He snapped the reins sharply against the dragon and pulled back.
“If that she-devil is able to manipulate the vines, she’s probably gonna discover I’m here,” he thought to himself. Dokugakuji hovered on the back of his dragon, trying to figure out how to get down to the roof without causing too much of a disturbance.
He soared along until he found a wide circular balcony which led straight into a large room. Searching through the pack resting on the side of his dragon, Dokugakuji found a rope along with a carabiner to clip onto a steel hoop which adorned the dragon’s saddle. He quickly fashioned a knot and carefully slid down the rope, slowly inching his way down and stilling his movements when he saw the vines rustle. His dragon was maintaining his height but Dokugakuji could feel his dragon begin to struggle against the shift in weight.
Dokugakuji estimated the height of the drop and how far it was to the door. He knew his dragon was going to lose its stamina if he continued to hang there. Not wanting to risk his dragon’s condition any further, Dokugakuji slid further down the rope before letting go completely. He landed, rolling out the momentum from the speed of the drop. The vines grew over the banister, reaching for him as he rushed towards the large French doors and turned the handles. Hearing the mechanism click, he whipped the door open and ran through the threshold. Dokugakuji quickly slammed the doors and turned the deadbolt on the frame.
He stepped back as he watched the vines retreat back over the side of the balcony as he let out a sigh of relief. Dokugakuji kept his guard up, unclear about whether or not Lián was aware of his presence. Dokugakuji turned around, his eyes surveying the poorly lit room. He didn’t have a whole lot of time to stick around tonight. He was already behind his own personal schedule as he had to meet back with Kougaiji for the next mission against the Sanzo party.
He suddenly heard the sound of rushing water from the far side of the room; it sounded like someone running a shower. Good, at least this way his movements would be drowned out.
The decor in the large room was minimalist at best, the original architecture was highlighted by the few furniture and wall pieces throughout the room. There appeared to be a wide dresser with a vanity mirror, a wardrobe next to it, and a small table adorned with one chair. Dokugakuji took note of some of the small potted plants scattered throughout the room: some devil’s ivy hung from floating pots, a ficus sat in the corner near a pocket door, and a spider plant that sat on top of her wardrobe.
They did not seem to react to his presence like the plants or trees outside of the property. He would have to be extra diligent so as not to get caught up in any of these plants should they alert the owner of the household of his appearance.
His eyes continued to trail throughout the room until he saw a large, nicely made bed with canopy curtains which hung from the high ceiling. Dokugakuji realized he was in a bedroom. Given that the home was large, he assumed there were going to be multiple bedrooms, who knew that would be the first room he entered.
He wandered over to the bed, not surprised that the comforter and pillows were also a deep red color adorned with golden dragons and phoenixes, the stitching of flowers lining the border. He marveled at the pattern, clearly masterful work.
Dokugakuji began to wonder to himself if the room had belonged to Lián and if so, was she foolish enough to leave the scripture close to where she slept. Not knowing how much time he had before whoever was in the shower noticed he was there, Dokugakuji walked over to the other side of the bed and opened the drawers to the nightstand. A couple of blades sat in one drawer and loose papers in the other. He quietly closed the drawers, his eyes going over to the vanity next to the wardrobe as well as a pocket door along the wall.
Dokugakuji approached the pocket door, slowly moving it along the tracks, it slid like butter as he made his way inside. The diminishing rays of sun cast just enough light for him to see that he was in a giant walk-in closet with more than one level of shelving, as made clear by the ladder on a track spanning the length and depth of the closet. Looking at the traditional clothing that hung carefully in various colors and shades, arranged all meticulously in their own color groups, it definitely seemed like Lián’s style.
Logically speaking, this had to be Lián’s room. His heart began to pound at the idea of her being the one in the shower. He shook his head to focus his thoughts, his eyes trailed over to a lone outfit sitting in a cubby in the corner of the closet, the torn remnants of Lián’s outfit from the desert earlier that day. He chuckled to himself, what possessed her to wear such an outfit?
Dokugakuji stilled his movements, almost forgetting to breathe as he listened for running water. When he heard the shower still going, the demon made his way throughout the closet, checking each clothing drawer and storage box lined throughout the closet on the off chance Lián had stored the scroll somewhere in here.
After no luck, Dokugakuji exited the closet, carefully closing the pocket door and turning his attention back to the wardrobe and the vanity in the main area of the bedroom. He wasn’t sure if there was much time left before the party in the shower would be finished soon or not.
At the sound of the water harshly hitting the floor, Dokugakuji turned his attention to the door, getting distracted and pulled away from the objective at hand. He couldn’t shake the thought about Lián being in the shower and carefully made his way to the door.
Dokugakuji approached the door, noting the steam rolling out from underneath. He carefully braced one hand on the horizontal door handle, slowly turning it as he gently applied pressure to the door to see if it would budge. A cloud of steam engulfed Dokugakuji’s face as he cracked open the door and peeked his head inside.
The bathroom was huge but difficult to make out as thick steam filled the room, the fog apparent against the giant bathroom mirror. He squinted his eyes trying to determine the shape of the silhouette on the far side of the room blanketed in a plume of steam. He leaned in further, trying not to make his presence known.
A delicate hand pierced the steam, turning a handle on the wall and shutting off the water. Dokugakuji’s heart began to race harder, it was Lián! His mind was abuzz with lecherous ideas as he watched the silhouette continue to move behind the thinning steam and reach for a towel.
The longer he stared at the silhouetted figure of Lián drying her hair, the more he could see skin peeking through the steam. Dokugakuji’s face became warm, and he wasn’t sure exactly what caused him to suddenly gulp hard but he was sure it was from all elements involved in his situation. Before the room cooled too quickly, he exited and quietly shut the door, softly clicking the mechanism back into place.
“Shit!”
She would have heard that. Dokugakuji shot his gaze along the wall back to the pocket door before sliding open the door, disappearing inside before sliding it back to its original position. He heard the bathroom door open as he cautiously attempted to peek out from between a thin crack of the door and threshold. His eyes widened at the figure, it was Lián.
She held a chamber stick as she left the bathroom in a closed robe made of thin material that showed off her form. He held his breath as he watched Lián glide toward her vanity. She gently set down the chamber stick, the flame swayed with the movement as he watched Lián pluck out the candlestick and light a few additional candles around the vanity.
Dokugakuji watched as the glow from the candles lit up her delicate skin and despite some of the harsh angles, her features still seemed soft. Setting down her towel, Tsuki harshly ran her fingers through her ivory locks which reflected the first specks of moonlight peeking out from behind clouds.
Tsuki stilled her hand, glancing around the room. The atmosphere felt different to her, thicker. She noted the leaves on her ficus lightly swaying, signaling to her that there was an unwelcome guest nearby. She glared at the door to her closet, noting that it was opened. Who could have been so foolish enough to not only spy on her in the shower, but stick around to attempt an ambush? As if she was going to allow that on her own turf.
Letting out a sigh, Tsuki rose from her seat, walking towards her nightstand. Whoever was here, she couldn’t allow them to get the scroll she fought so hard to obtain. “I can’t believe I got the scripture,” Tsuki said to herself, feigning ignorance to the presence in the room. Dokugakuji carefully slid the door wider as she walked outside his field of vision. When she disappeared too far, he stilled his hand on the door.
Tsuki reached for the top drawer of her nightstand, discreetly opening it and stuck her hand inside. Glancing over her shoulder, she sharply threw a short dagger across the room, the blade making a harsh sound as it embedded into the threshold near Dokugakuji’s eyes, startling him as he reeled back.
“I know you’re in there,” she called out, readying a second dagger. The door snapped open, and the second blade left Tsuki’s hand. Dokugakuji evaded the blade with ease and lunged for the half-breed from across the room.
Aware that she was in her robe, Tsuki scrambled to search for another knife. Before she was able to find any additional items to defend herself, Dokugakuji gripped her shoulder and threw her away from the nightstand and onto the bed. She shouted at the action, angered that she was not only uncomfortable in her current attire, but that someone had dared attack her in her own home. Holding down the top flap of her robe, she kicked at Dokugakuji.
“I didn’t come here to fight, Lián,” he chuckled. Tsuki lifted her legs, using the momentum to roll herself backwards and she scurried off to the opposite side of the bed, away from Dokugakuji. Tsuki jumped back onto bed and ran across with a loud scream. Dokugakuji grabbed the comforter and, when Tsuki was close enough, gave it a firm tug, causing both the comforter pillows to shift.
Tsuki let out a different sort of scream as she landed on her back. The core of the scroll peeking out from under the pillows caught Dokugakuji’s attention. He leaned in for another attack before Tsuki kicked her legs erratically, causing him to take a step backward. Tsuki pushed herself up off the bed, ready to deliver another barrage of punches before Dokugakuji reached out and grabbed hold of her wrist. She took a wide swing with her other fist which Dokugakuji also caught. Tsuki lifted herself up in an attempt to kick him before she was thrown back onto the bed.
Dokugakuji kneeled down on the thin fabric of the robe between her legs, his other leg next to her as he pinned her wrists under each hand. The action opened up her robe, exposing her chest. Dokugakuji couldn’t help but stare at the tanned skin as her breasts moved with her struggles under his grip.
Tsuki continued to cry out in frustration, erratically jerking her movements within the confines of the material before it allowed enough give to bunch up the material on one side, providing her the opportunity to kick Dokugakuji in the hip. Removing a hand from her wrist, he hooked his arm over her leg and pinned it against his body.
“I said it once, I’ll say it again, Lián,” Dokugakuji continued, his voice low, almost to a seductive whisper. “You’re feisty, and I’m not here to fight you.” Though if she kept moving in such an outfit, he might try his luck regarding a different sort of interaction. In the middle of the fight, Tsuki felt a strange tingling sensation spiderweb throughout her body.
“You’re here for the scripture,” she spat at him, completely ruining his mood and trying to maintain her focus. “I refuse to let you leave with it!” Pulling her fist back, Tsuki took another swing at Dokugakuji. He leaned back, dodging her attack. Tsuki thrusted her hooked leg from between Dokugakuji’s side and arm before hooking it completely around his back and pulled him forward. This caught Dokugakuji off guard and leaned in close to Lián, the growing hardness in his pants pressing against her leg.
This action made him choke back a noise, Lián didn’t seem to notice his discomfort as she drew her fist back and connected with his cheek, throwing Dokugakuji off her. Dokugakuji released her before reaching over and grabbing the scroll, quickly slipping it deep into his jacket pocket before leaning back to survey the room. He was running out of time.
Tsuki pushed herself up, glaring at the demon. What was his deal? It was true it didn’t seem like he was interested in fighting. Just what in the hell was he thinking? Dokugakuji threw her down back onto the bed, pinning her wrists above her head in a single hand. Tsuki glared at him, her eyes began to glow again. She was more-so using it to intimidate him, knowing that she would not have the energy to fully commit any powerful attacks.
The energy in the room began to radiate as Dokugakuji noted the plant life both inside and outside reacting to Lián. He suddenly felt something sharp cut against the tender flesh of his neck. Releasing Tsuki, he swatted at the intrusive object, seeing that it was one of many vines that had descended from plants she had hoisted high on the ceiling as they began to entangle themselves around him.
Dokugakuji pulled and tugged at the vines before looking back down at Lián, her eyes never leaving him. It seemed like she was almost in a trance as she glared up at him. Dokugakuji was frustrated in more ways than one. He took a risk and leaned down, scooping Lián into his arms, pulling her close to him before giving her a chance to react and firmly kissed her.
The glow in Tsuki’s eyes faded as her breath hitched, dumbfounded further by the situation. The room seemed to slow as all plants retracted back to their original places. Dokugakuji felt the stillness in the room and pulled away. He was satisfied with the stunned look on Lián’s face, a deep blush decorating her cheeks as she stared at him before dropping her. Lián let out a cry as she fell back onto the bed and Dokugakuji leapt over her, running out through the French doors and whistled for his dragon.
Tsuki’s mind buzzed, she looked over herself and reached aimlessly under her pillows. Her mind snapped back to reality when she couldn’t feel the scroll. Tsuki flipped herself up onto her knees, haphazardly throwing the pillows around the room. It was gone!
“Wretch,” she cried after Dokugakuji. The vines on the siding of the house reacted to her anger as Dokugakuji’s dragon briefly landed on her balcony long enough for him to swing his leg over before takeoff. Tsuki ran outside and watched as Dokugakuji swiftly put distance between the two of them, too far and too high for any of her plant life. She gritted her teeth, spinning back around to change and go after him.
“Leave him be,” a soft voice addressed her. It was Homura! Tsuki choked back a noise of shock in her throat, her demeanor calmed at his order.
“B-but,” Tsuki stuttered before clearing her throat. “He has the Uten Scripture from the desert,” she snapped.
“We will go after him soon enough. But you will need more than just your abilities. We all need to raid the castle together.” He turned his gaze from the silhouette of Dokugakuji to Tsuki as he approached her.
“I understand your anger, Tsuki,” he began. Her blood began to boil again. No, he didn’t understand how she felt. That demon had not only disrespected her by breaking into her home, he had forced himself on her.
“That filthy demon kissed me,” she spat, “He insulted me in the middle of that fight by kissing me like I was a petulant child in order to silence me!”
Homura stared down at her, a softness to his face as he gently lifted her chin. “Would you like me to cleanse your lips, my dear,” he asked. A blush danced across Tsuki’s face again, her ears turning a shade of pink as she was taken aback by his suggestion.
His low, bass-y voice was like silk to her ears as she began to lose her sense of awareness. Homura leaned down close to Tsuki, his breath tickling her lips as he asked her once again, “Would you like me to replace the feeling of those filthy lips with my own?”
Tsuki was frozen, eyelids heavy as she stared up at Homura. His lips just barely hovered over her own, she could feel the warmth coming off his lips. Homura leaned back, removing his hand from Tsuki’s face. What? What was wrong? She was just as confused at his offer as she was seeing him turn his back to her.
“I’m not a monster, Tsuki,” he started, “I will not kiss you if you hesitate like that.”
Tsuki shook her head, coming back to her senses as she carefully re-adjusted her robe, fully covering herself and tightening the fabric belt. “It’s not like I was expecting anything, sire,” she snapped. Homura chuckled to himself.
“Get some rest,” he continued, “We will go after them tomorrow evening once you have recovered.”
Tsuki watched as he left, the image of him dissipating as she was alone once more. He was right, and she knew it. She needed all of her strength before she was to launch a counter assault on Dokugakuji.
Tsuki entered her room, tightly closing her doors as the vines wove and entangled themselves as extra protection from any other being attempted to get in the way Dokugakuji did. She made her way back over to her vanity, grabbing the arm of the extinguisher and snuffed out the candles except for her candlestick.
Tsuki made her way to her bed, gently setting the candlestick on the nightstand before settling herself under the comforter and blowing out the flames.
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