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Fallen Angel	By : Macx Category: Descendents of Darkness/Yami No Matsuei > General Views: 2083 -:- 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-Fallen Angel
- 2-part 2
- 3-part 3
- 4-part 4
- 5-part 5
- 6-part 6
- 7-part 7
- 8-part 8
- 6
- 7
- 8
Tsuzuki wasn't blind when it came to his fellow shinigami, or his
shikigami, and right now he was very much aware of Watari's deteriorating
state, even though the younger shinigami was putting up a good front.
Tsuzuki was a master of fronts. He knew. He saw. And he wanted to help.
He just hadn't thought that it would be in a bar, in the evening, over
a beer.
Tsuzuki and Hisoka had come for drink to their favorite place and Tsuzuki
had been ready for an easy, relaxed evening. That idea was interrupted
when Hisoka let his eyes wander around the room.
"Tsuzuki, look. Isn't that Watari over there?" Hisoka pointed to a corner
of the bar where a man sat hunched over a glass, the long blond hair a
dead giveaway.
"Huh? You're right. What is he doing here?"
Tsuzuki felt worry bloom inside him immediately again. Ever since the
devil's attack and 003's disappearance the scientist had drawn away from
his colleagues, but everyone had had sympathy for the other shinigami.
Everyone of them had times when they wanted to be alone, even Tsuzuki.
But the dark haired man also needed everybody around him to be happy, and
seeing a friend and colleague that way - he just couldn't stand aside and
watch. A hand on his arm stopped him, serious green eyes glanced at him.
"Don't corner him," Hisoka said quietly, and Tsuzuki smiled warmly at
the other shinigami. He was glad Hisoka had understood him again.

"Hey, Watari," he greeted the blond man, slipping into the barstool
right beside him. "Long day?"
"Kinda," Watari said levelly without so much as looking at him, and
that alerted Tsuzuki even more. A monosyllabic Watari was a deeply disturbing
sign.
"Looks good. Whatcha havin'?"
"Beer."
Untouched, Tsuzuki noticed. He ordered one for himself, and tried to
start a light conversation, which didn't rouse a reaction whatsoever out
of his companion. Tsuzuki sighed inwardly, when Watari took a large sip
from his drink.
"Did you realize," he muttered, "how everybody always uses me?"
"Huh? What do you mean?" Smart, Asato, really smart.
"I'm easy, Tsuzuki. You've seen that, too, haven't you? Always been.
Wiz kid, highly talented, fulfilling daddy's and mommy's every expectation.
Failure is not an option, Yutaka. Make your father proud, Yutaka."
Shock coursed through Tsuzuki at the acid tone of voice. He had never
seen Watari that sarcastic.
"I've graduated from the university when I was nineteen, did you know
that, Tsuzuki? Of course you didn't. And I started to spread my legs for
that bastard when I was sixteen. Because I loved him, yeah, right. "
"Watari..." Tsuzuki started, but the other man didn't even see him.
"He never beat me, that I have to give him. He just liked it -
experimental?"
Tsuzuki swallowed hard at the image this implied.
"But he wasn't satisfied with using my body, Tsuzuki, he had to use
my ideas, my research, even my soul. He used me, and when he had made the
best of me he threw me away. And do you know the best, Tsuzuki? I asked
for it. Every goddamn time I *asked* for it."
"Yutaka, you don't... "
"And even after I'd died I asked for it. That's why I'm easy, Asato.
That's what I am, what I always will be."
"But Tatsumi never ... "
There was a snorting sound and for the first time Watari looked Tsuzuki
directly into the eyes. The man was stone cold sober.
"He will, Asato. One day he will," Watari said, and there was a deep
sadness and resignation in his voice that made Tsuzuki shudder with fear
for his friend.
The scientist slipped from his chair and disappeared into the crowd
before Tsuzuki could recover from his shock.
"Tsuzuki?"
Hisoka appeared at his side, expression worried. Most likely the empath
had picked up his emotions - he must have radiated them for Hisoka to read
through the entire establishment.
"He's not doing good, Hisoka. Far from it."
Serious, green eyes regarded him silently, then Hisoka nodded. "What
can we do?"
Tsuzuki's expression was thoughtful. "Not much, actually. Be his friends,
I suppose. Wait for Yutaka to need us. Right now... we can only keep an
eye on him."
########
Tsuzuki kept a close eye on his friend, but Watari didn't relapse into
the stranger he had met in the bar. He was slowly but surely turning back
into the person he knew. But there was an addition to him now, a strange
undertone, that Tsuzuki didn't like. He wished 003 was still here because
the little owl had always been the first confidant. Watari mourned her
and Tsuzuki understood that only too well. Should he ever lose one of his
shikigami... it would devastate him. 003 had been as close to Watari as...
as Touda was to Tsuzuki now. Losing Touda...
He pushed that thought aside.
There was a little shift and Touda's presence in the back of his mind
grew.

'Won't get rid of me that easily,' the fire shikigami rumbled.

Tsuzuki chuckled slightly. 'I know. Glad of it, too.'

Touda brushed over him, a gentle hug, then left again.

The shinigami felt strangely better after the brief contact and smiled.
He just wished there was a way to make Watari feel like it, too.
########
Three weeks had passed and the healing had begun. Slow, step by step,
and with a lot of help from his friends. Watari smiled a little to himself
as he sat under the Sakura tree, a book in his lap, enjoying the warm day.
The lab had seemed too stuff to stay any longer and he had excused himself
for the lunch break to spend it here. Tatsumi had offered to come with
him, a warm expression in his blue eyes, but Watari had declined.
His lover had been there for him in the last days, had held him when
the emotions had overcome him again, had chased the shadows away, had listened
to him as he talked, and he had never told him he was being silly over
a little owl. Watari hadn't told Tatsumi about what else had been plaguing
him � the memories of Fujikama, of times long past, of times when a young
and naïve science geek had been used by his older roommate... Watari
felt ashamed of himself, of those memories, but he couldn't deny that back
then he had truly loved Yuki.
He had.
Really.
Honestly.
And Yuki had sold his soul.
So Watari buried those memories again, pushed them into the darkest
corners of his agile mind, and turned to something safer � mourning his
little owl.
003 had been so much more than a pet for him. She had been his first
friend in Meifu, had gone with him through thick and thin, and Watari knew
that he would always treasure those three decades, no matter how long he
still lived. She had been into his mischief, his experiments, had been
with him on cases, had listened to his excited talks, the techno babble,
and to his musings about one Tatsumi Seiichiro. 003 had helped them establish
their relationship, too. She had always been there.
Always.
A knot formed in his throat and he swallowed.
Get a grip on yourself, Watari! he thought angrily. Face it, she's gone.
She was a guardian angel and she did her job. Thirty years as a volunteer.
She protected your ass and she's off to the next assignment! You know how
those works, shinigami!
It helped a little, but the heavy feeling stayed.
He had never been this screwed up throughout an assignment and his cases
hadn't been light either. It was never easy to bring a soul in, a soul
that believed it was still alive. It always hurt to kill someone, even
if he was already dead. Loss was everywhere he went because he was an angel
of death.
Watari sighed and tried to bring his morose thoughts back from the darkness
that always threatened to consume him.
Was this what Tsuzuki had felt?
No, probably not. It had been worse for the other shinigami. A lot worse.
And he had survived.
Take his example, Yutaka, Watari thought firmly. Tsuzuki had gone through
so much more...
I can do it.
There was a soft rustling noise in the branches above and he automatically
looked up up. Something moved in the old tree, there was a sound like tiny
branches breaking, and with a hoot of surprise and a flutter of wings a
small, fluffy ball of feathers crashed into his book.
Watari froze, eyes wide, mouth agape.
The fluffy ball shuffled on the white pages, rearranging tail feathers,
wings and feet, then a pair of huge yellow eyes looked into equally huge
golden ones.
"No," Watari breathed.
Impossible. This had to be a dream. Or a bad joke.
Dream, he decided. He had fallen asleep and was dreaming of his first
encounter with his little pet owl.
The tiny apparition hooted, hopping up and down excitedly.
"003...?"
Another hoot and she clicked her beak.
Watari reached out with one trembling finger and stroked over the soft
feathers. The owl made appreciative noise of content. The blond scientist
started to smile.
Enjoy the dream, Yutaka. When you wake up reality will come get you.
003 nipped at his finger and hopped onto his hand, fitting into his
palm as snugly as she had always done.
She hooted softly, looking at him expectantly. When Watari didn't react
any more than to keep on petting her, 003 bit his fingers.
He yelped as pain shot from the abused finger tip, and golden eyes stared
at the animal.
"003..." he gasped.
The bite had hurt... he had felt it and not woken from his dream.
So it wasn't...
He wasn't...
He wasn't dreaming!
She was back!
"You... you're back?"
--Hoot--
"And you're... you?"
A pair of yellow eyes looked at him with an expression that said it
all. Who else had he expected?
Watari felt tears shoot into his eyes and he hugged the little fluff
back to his chest, drawing a surprised owl squeak.
"You're back," he whispered again and again. "You're really back!"
003 nuzzled his cheek and hooted softly.
#########
It was the second time in a month that Rikugo made an appearance in
Meifu and again heads turned as the tall, slender figure walked past the
employees of Enma-Daiou, following his friend and master to the lab where
he was already expected. It had been a matter of good manners not to enter
Meifu within the walls of the Judicial building. Tsuzuki had asked Touda
again to relay his wish to Rikugo, and the astrologer had followed the
indirect order. He was simply intrigued by the fact that the angel had
come back to Watari.
Angels were celestial beings, like shikigami were magical, and like
their counterpart's, the shinigami, an assignment ended and they went on.
Neither went back to a prior case to visit. Not even when the assignment
had lasted this long.
They were already expected and Rikugo's eyes were drawn to the tiny
owl perched so easily on Watari's shoulder. She looked at him, tilting
her head a little.

Rikugo bowed his head in respect. "May I talk to you?"
003 hooted and the blond head snapped up, onyx eyes widening in surprise.
"Rikugo?" Tsuzuki asked carefully.
The astrologer stared at the owl in shock.
"She... she said she's no longer an angel and therefore can't talk to
me as before."
"What?!" Watari exclaimed.
Rikugo listened to the explanation, unable to truly comprehend why.
Finally he nodded and turned to the blond shinigami.
"003 has voluntarily given up her status as an angel to return here,
Watari," he told the shocked man. "She wants to be with you, not be assigned
to a new person as a guardian, because she believes her place is with you."
"Enma's name, no!" Watari blurted. "She can't!" He reached for the little
bird on his shoulder and cradled her in the palms of his hands. "You can't,
003! You're a guardian angel and other people need you!"
"You need her more."
"No! I mean, I miss you, but you... there are humans who need you in
the world of the living!"
003 clicked her beak and hooted again.
"Like I said, she gave up her status as an angel. Permanently."
Rikugo gazed at the tiny animal in fascination. He hadn't known angels
could do that. They could ascend, just like shinigami, but for one to voluntarily
give up all that and become...
"Oh my," he murmured.
"What is it, Rikugo?" Tsuzuki wanted to know.
"Watari, you command no guardian spirits, do you?" the shikigami asked.
"Uh, no," was the confused answer.
"You do now. 003 has become one of us. She is a shikigami."
Watari had to sit down and Tatsumi stepped up to his lover, resting
a supportive hand on his shoulder. The shinigami was still cradling the
owl, which hooted excitedly.
"It was the only way she was allowed to come back, to be here where
she wants to be. Her wish was granted and she is now a shikigami. Curious."
The astrologer tilted his head, fascinated. "I didn't know an angel could
be changed into one of us. May I?" he asked of the owl.
003 hooted her agreement and the shikigami opened his other eyes.
He heard a soft indrawn breath, aware that few were immediately comfortable
with his different appearance, but he only looked at the little owl. Finally
he closed the eyes again and inclined his head in a thank you.
"She is a true shikigami," he told the others. "There is nothing of
the angel left. I doubt she can take a human form like we can, but she
might in GensouKai."
Watari had paled considerably. "She can't give up everything because
of me!"
"She already has."
"No!"
003 fluttered onto his shoulder and nuzzled him, her beak clicking.
"She will stay with you as long as you want her," Rikugo translated,
smiling.
003 was radating the loving aura of a mastered shikigami. She had never
been challenged, hadn't even been born like them, but she had chosen this
path and would remain with her 'master' as long as he would have her. Looking
at the shell-shocked young man, Rikugo knew that nothing could make Watari
give up his long-time companion.
"Do you want her?" he asked out loud, forcing Watari's hand.
"Yes!" was the immediate answer. "But the price..."
"Has been paid in full already. She has made a deal and you should honor
it, Watari Yutaka."
Eyes bright with emotions, the shinigami took his owl into his hands,
sniffling a little. "Oh, 003... You shouldn't have. I'm happy you're back,
but to give up everything for me..."
"She loves him," Tsuzuki whispered and Rikugo heard the warmth, smiling
at his master.
"Unconditionally," he agreed. "She volunteered for this assignment without
knowing who her charge was, but she grew fond of him, learned to love him,
and finally she couldn't let him go. As a shikigami I know what she feels."
Onyx met amethyst and Tsuzuki swallowed, looking a bit embarrassed.
003 nuzzled Watari, then hopped over to Tatsumi, pulling at his hair
as she sat on his head, looking happy, pleased... at home. The Shadow Master
chuckled and plucked the new shikigami out of his hair. He pulled Watari
close, brushing a kiss over the still very pale face, then he placed 003
on Watari's shoulder where she belonged.
Tsuzuki and Rikugo quietly left them alone and walked out of the building.
Tsuzuki looked thoughtfully at the blooming trees.
"Tsuzuki?" Rikugo asked after a while.
"Just thinking. It's good to have her back. Watari was really missing
her."
"She missed him, too."
And he could relate to the feeling. Thinking of the theoretical situation
that he would be separated forever from his master made Rikugo ache. A
bond between a shikigami and his master had only two ends: the master's
death or the shikigami's decision to tear away from a weakening master.
Rikugo would do everything to protect this young man at his side, he would
never attack him, and the other eleven felt the same. He understood Watari's
pain and he understood 003's decision to come back, even if it had meant
sacrificing her celestial existence. She was now a guardian spirit and
a member of GensouKai. She would probably never see her new 'home', but
she belonged there and was one of them.
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