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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
- 6
- 7
- 8
[A/N: source material citation - Season 2, episode 4: Some dialogue taken]
Word count: 3,448
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The day was long, and all Tsuki wanted to do was pack her satchel and go after Dokugakuji against Homura’s wishes. One thing was for sure, despite the main objective of going after Dokugakuji and whoever he associated with, Tsuki wanted to make it clear that he was her demon to destroy.
Luckily, that damn succubus didn’t raid her closet in the middle of the night. Tsuki wore an alteration of the traditional qipao dress; her top looked like the red traditional qipao dress with a triangular peek-a-boo window across her chest, the shoulder caps were embroidered with a phoenix which danced across her back. She wore loose pants that matched along with black flats.
The afternoon grew late. Homura had previously given Tsuki the coordinates to the dwelling at which he stayed through a messenger, advising her to gather there with him and a few of his other companions before sunset prior to setting out for Houtou Castle. Tsuki pulled her ivory locks back in a high bun, her bangs still over her golden eye as she inserted a long elegant hairpin which contrasted against her lustrous hair. Satisfied with her attire, Tsuki picked up her satchel and made her way to the den where her dragon stayed and set off to meet with Homura.
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At the steps of Homura’s current hideout, the doors opened as she approached. As she stepped past the threshold, at the other end of the main room, the golden outline of a silhouette leaning against a pillar called out to her. The build of the figure suggested it was a man.
“You Tsuki,” the voice barked. The rough and gravelly sound gave off an annoying tone. Tsuki squared her shoulders before responding.
“That is correct.”
The silhouette pushed himself off the pillar and walked into a ray of light coming in from the tall windows, the sun gave him a gentle glow which matched his orange spiky hair. An eye patch, covering a scar that branched through his right eye. His beaten jean jacket and khaki pants and combat-style boots gave Tsuki the impression that he had seen many hardships.
He spat his cigarette down to the ground, scoffing at her entrance as if she were an inconvenience. “This way,” he called out and turned away from her. Tsuki bit back a retort as she followed the man through another doorway.
Homura sat in a high-backed chair at the end of a long, elegant red rug. There was another man at his side. He also had silver hair which was tied back in a tight bun. He wore a kimono with his chest exposed and bandaged up. His exposed arms were bandaged, almost spanning the entire length of his arm. He gave off a familiar scent.
Tsuki examined him once more, noting the chakra adorned on his forehead. Why did he seem so familiar to her? She couldn’t shake the familiarity that scratched at her, almost driving her mad.
“Tsuki,” Homura began, bringing her mind back to the present moment. “These are my associates.” The orange haired man walked to Homura, taking his place on the other side. Why did she suddenly feel like she was an assassin again? As if she were meeting her new superiors to carry out orders. The feeling didn’t sit well with her.
“I believe you have already met Xenon.” Homura gestured towards the orange-haired man as he raised his hand to her. Tsuki didn’t care for him; it was just his first impression that put her off.
“And this man right here,” he continued, “is Shien. They have been with me for quite some time, since I came to Earth. I am not asking you to trust them, but I am asking that you work with them when we go raid Houtou Castle.”
“I understand,” Tsuki replied as she stared at Shien. After Homura, he was the one out of the two that she felt she could trust. At the same time, she was fairly certain if she crossed him, Shien would be her undoing.
Homura stood up from his chair. “Shall we get going then,” he asked.
“I have just one request,” Tsuki replied. Xenon quirked a brow at her.
“Yes, Tsuki, what is it,” Homura asked.
“Dokugakuji,” she started. A stillness came across the room at the way she firmly said his name. “He’s mine,” she continued. Homura chuckled to himself.
“As you wish, my dear. But don’t expect a rescue if the fight becomes unpredictable,” Homura replied.
“I will expect no such thing.”
Satisfied with her resolve, Homura gestured everyone to the den outside of the dwelling where the dragons rested and set off to Houtou Castle.
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The sun had long since set. The four of them had landed with Houtou Castle still far in the distance. Tsuki readjusted her satchel, the pouch resting on her lower back.
“I will go on ahead and lure out Dokugakuji,” Tsuki announced.
“Be careful, Tsuki,” Xenon commented. Tsuki shot him a look.
“Thank you for your concern,” Tsuki retorted, “But I am a highly trained assassin from Heaven. I will not be taken down by a mere demon like him.” With that, Tsuki darted off into the desert towards Houtou Castle.
Xenon rested his assault rifle against his shoulder as he watched her sprint from them. “She’s a fiery little thing, isn’t she?”
Shien nodded in agreement. “I think you should take it easy on her, Xenon,” he commented, “She may be small, but anyone with spiritual awareness can sense the threat she holds should you cross her.” Xenon clicked his tongue, knowing he was right.
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Tsuki took a wide turn towards the back of the castle, wanting to lure Dokugakuji out in the open should she get a chance to fight him on her terms. Seeing that there was no activity from the castle, she ran to the side of the castle and looked up at the nearest window. She brought her satchel to the front and lifted the flap, reaching a hand deep inside.
She pulled out a pod that she had constructed containing dirt and seeds on one side, and enchanted water on the other side. Tsuki gave the soft outer shell a squeeze, snapping the barrier between the two sides and shook the pod, mixing elements together. She felt the energy radiating within the pod and threw it at the side of the castle.
Upon impact, the pod exploded and a vine grew, branching out from the spot where it landed. The biggest tendril grew down towards Tsuki as she grabbed another pod from her pouch before pushing the bag behind her and jumped up, grabbing hold of the vine where she landed. The building shook violently, a loud boom coming from the distance.
“Homura must already be at the front doors,” Tsuki thought to herself. She had to hurry if she wanted to ambush Dokugakuji and keep him from pursuing Homura. Squeezing the second pod and mixing the elements together, Tsuki launched the pod above her. The pod exploded and the vines wove down towards her as well as reached up towards her targeted window.
Tsuki aggressively pulled herself up, swiftly reaching the window and hooked her arm on the inside of the opening, pulling herself through. It appeared she was in the middle of a hallway.
“Kougaiji,” a voice cried out in the distance, “They’ve wiped out the security detail!”
Tsuki’s heart sank. She knew that voice. She quickly ran down the hall towards where she believed he would be.
“Wiped out,” a voice cried out in response.
“I just heard,” the first voice continued, “all of them destroyed.”
That was definitely Dokugakuji. Though faint, she couldn’t forget that voice. Tsuki carefully surveyed around the corner before continuing towards him. She finally reached the end of another long hallway and cautiously peered around the corner. There he was! Dokugakuji had his back to her as he addressed three demons that were unfamiliar to her.
The middle demon had long, fiery, red hair with markings on his face to match in a black jacket, exposing his chest and khaki pants with shin guards and armor on his knees. The one to his left was a shorter demoness hair pulled back in a low ponytail adorned with bells. The wavy golden red of the demoness’ hair reminded Tsuki of a warm sunset. She wore a yellow, sleeveless crop top with red trim and some baggy lilac pants, although the fabric on her right leg was missing.
The third was a tall demoness with long, dark amethyst hair pulled back in a double ponytail. She wore a dark colored leotard with chains holding up the fabric like a halter top. She wore a sleeveless yellow jacket that clearly wouldn’t be able to cover her breasts due to the lack of fabric considering it was held together with the aid of a belt. The outfit was accompanied by thigh high socks and boots to match her jacket along with gloves that ran the length of her arm.
Tsuki slitted her eyes at the woman. How was she sure that wasn’t Naneko in disguise? No, the shorter one was closer Naneko’s height and bra size for sure.
“According to the few who managed to escape,” Dokugakuji continued, “the intruders all bore chakras on their foreheads, and boasted about being gods.”
They must’ve been talking about Homura and the others. Tsuki hid back around the corner, not wanting to fight with the four of them; she just needed Dokugakuji. She patiently waited for their conversation to end so she could lure him away from his companions and keep him from Homura.
When the voice from the shortest demon whined about being left behind, she heard footsteps trailing down the hall away from her. Tsuki peered around the corner once more. The amethyst haired woman was ordered to stay behind and care for the younger demoness. Tsuki watched as the taller demoness gently put a hand on the younger demon’s shoulder, guiding her down the hallway before turning around the nearest corridor.
This was her chance! Tsuki walked with light steps down the hall, sensing the amethyst demoness was sharp and more alert than the other. When she was certain her presence was not detected, she hastened her steps and pursued Dokugakuji.
The hallway came to a T-split, opening to a large room. The red haired demon was incessantly pressing the button for the elevator before cursing the machinery for being slow.
“Kougaiji,” Dokugakuji’s voice rang out again, “the invaders have just split up into groups. I’m afraid some of them are making their way to the basement right now.”
Tsuki flattened herself against the wall in the shadows, listening in on their conversation and waiting for her moment. She needed to get Dokugakuji’s attention without alerting the redhead who appeared to be short tempered, but also incredibly powerful.
She carefully slid a hand into her satchel and dug around for a vial which she pulled out slowly. Retrieving the small vial, she skillfully removed the cork without making a sound. The liquid inside contained Tsuki’s scent, but extra properties to carry her scent through the musty air. She lifted the vial to her lips and blew across the opening, guiding the scent towards Dokugakuji.
The one called Kougaiji motioned for Dokugakuji to follow him. They both started out towards the far end of the open room. Dokugakuji suddenly froze in his tracks as the scent of the familiar demoness tickled his nose.
“You go on ahead, Kou,” Dokugakuji called out, “there’s something I’ve got to take care of.”
“Dokugakuji,” the red head replied, he didn’t appear to notice Tsuki’s scent.
“Don’t worry, Kou. I won’t be long. I promise.”
With that, Kougaiji clicked his tongue, glaring at his companion before setting off towards his destination, unknowingly leaving Dokugakuji behind with another.
“Hello, Lián.”
“I don’t go by that name anymore,” Tsuki called out as she re-corked the vial and tucked it in her satchel, emerging from the corridor and out in the open. Dokugakuji looked over her outfit, noting the peek-a-boo window on her chest. Was she here to fight? Or was she trying to continue their little stint in the desert.
“I’m here for the scripture,” Tsuki announced. She noted that Dokugakuji was without a shirt, the only thing covering his chest was the strap from his shoulder guard which exposed just how built he was underneath the long coat from their first meeting. Dokugakuji stood his ground, not deterred by Tsuki’s silent declaration for what he anticipated to be an intense fight. The elevator let out a ring breaking the silence and the doors parted, the red head’s missed ride.
“Come and take it if you think you can,” Dokugakuji taunted, removing the scroll from his pocket. Tsuki removed her satchel, retrieving her two long daggers before gently placing the satchel down. She removed both blades from their sheaths, exposing the freshly sharpened knives before tossing the coverings aside.
“Ooh, shiny,” Dokugakuji commented. Tsuki swiftly moved her arms to her sides, the blades giving off a glow that trailed to the tips as she began to approach Dokugakuji.
“I will only tell you once,” Tsuki started, “give me that scroll otherwise I guarantee your skin will be in tatters throughout this room for your Kougaiji to see.”
Dokugakuji chuckled to himself. It was a big threat for something as small as the scroll. Tsuki launched herself at Dokugakuji, as she pulled both arms back, ready to slash at him when she got close.
Dokugakuji didn’t budge as Tsuki closed the distance between them. She brought a blade around, aiming for his torso. At that time, Dokugakuji materialized his sword and blocked Tsuki’s knife. She flipped the handle of the other blade, holding it in reverse as she brought her arm around to slash at Dokugakuji’s face. He harshly leaned back, the point of her weapon whispering past his flesh.
Dokugakuji put a hand to the shoulder closest to him, shoving Tsuki as she stumbled. She chastised herself, wondering why she was a little sloppy. Was she not entirely focused? She momentarily kept her distance while she analyzed why her first attack was inaccurate.
Seeing that there was nothing wrong with her focus, she took aim again and launched herself into the air. Dokugakuji’s gaze followed her as he watched her reach her peak before snapping both of her arms in his direction, her short blades leaving her hands. Dokugakuji quickly knocked one of her blades away with his sword, the second bouncing off his shoulder guard.
“Shit,” he cursed to himself, staring at the indent left by the blade. “That was close. Has she always been this fast?” He returned his attention back to Tsuki before being met with the bottom of her foot.
He reeled backwards hard from the impact, dropping his sword and falling harshly to the ground. He let out a grunt in pain as Tsuki tumbled out of her attack, throwing herself back on her feet. She ran over to Dokugakuji, reaching for the scroll in his front pocket and darting back to her bag.
A firm grip held her wrist with the scripture. Tsuki snapped her head up at Dokugakuji who was back on his feet, glaring up at him as she pulled her fist back. Dokugakuji caught her fist in his other hand and held her out at arm’s length.
“Damn you,” Tsuki cursed.
“Stop it, Lián!”
“Don’t call me that,” she hissed, struggling against his firm grip. What was wrong with him? Why wasn’t he trying harder to fight her? “And do not patronize me! Either fight me or give me the damn scripture.” The look on Dokugakuji’s face changed.
“I’m not patronizing you,” he responded. Tsuki calmed a bit, noting the change in his demeanor. “Truth be told, I don’t want to fight you Lián. It’s true that while I watched you from afar, I did wonder what it would be like to spar with you, but during our fight that one day, you woke something within me that I have never had with another woman in my life.”
Tsuki glared up at him and scoffed. “If that’s your attempt at a pick-up line, it’s pretty weak.”
Dokugakuji slackened the tension in his arms, still keeping his grip firm on her wrist and hand. “It’s not an attempt,” he responded. He was serious, and she could feel herself wavering as her heart began to race; and not due to the adrenaline from her attack.
“W-what are you talking about,” she asked skeptically.
“Lián.”
She glared at him again.
“Lián,” he said in a low tone, gently pulling her close to him. “I don’t understand these feelings myself. My entire life, after a traumatic event in my younger years to protect my brother, all I’ve done was dedicate myself to Kougaiji. I’ve never known any other sort of emotion.”
Tsuki wondered where he was going with this. Was he confessing to her?
“I hate to say there’s something about you that has me acting unusual, but that’s the only thing that makes sense.” Tsuki just stared at Dokugakuji, completely dumbfounded, but recognized that there was something stirring inside her as well. “I also understand that your allegiance lies with the intruders raiding the castle, but if I had it my way, I would request you join me.”
Tsuki shook her head, she could never do such a thing. Homura was everything to her and she couldn’t betray him nor fracture the strong bond they have. She tried to struggle from his grip again, his strength not faltering at her efforts.
Dokugakuji pulled her in close, releasing one wrist as he wrapped his arm tightly around the half breed. “If Kou didn’t need the scripture, I’d tell you to just burn the damn thing and whisk you away, but he needs that scroll in order to free someone from the stone prison she’s been unjustly confined in.”
Tsuki looked over his features, her extensive training taught her to be aware of subtle changes to a person’s breathing, their body language, and even their sentences which would be a tell that they were lying. But Dokugakuji wasn’t lying, and if he was, he was very proficient in deception. Tsuki could feel her heart pounding against her rib cage, the warmth of his chest pressed against hers as she relaxed her body.
“I know you mean well,” she started, “but you know what it’s like to have that strong of a bond to someone you’re faithful to, and you know why I can’t betray that bond.”
Dokugakuji leaned down close to Tsuki, she didn’t try to fight him off or push him away. He lowered his eyelids, releasing her wrist and embraced her fully as he gently whispered her name.
“That’s quite enough, my friend,” a voice rang out. Tsuki snapped her head in the direction of the sound.
“Homura!”
“Tsuki,” Homura called out in a firm tone. Her heart sank, a cold look on his face as he scrutinized Dokugakuji. Tsuki pushed herself off Dokugakuji, tucking the scroll between her breasts as she backflipped several times away from Dokugakuji. Removing the scripture, she ran towards Homura.
“You did well, Tsuki,” Homura complimented. Tsuki smiled, thanking him as she scooped up her satchel.
“You both realize, I can’t allow you to leave with the scripture,” Dokugakuji called out. Tsuki reached into her satchel, trading out the scripture and grabbing two pods in each hand.
“Follow us, and my vines will quarter you,” Tsuki threatened.
“Come, Tsuki, it’s time to go.” Homura turned on his heel and headed towards another corridor. Tsuki watched him before turning back to Dokugakuji.
“Wait, Lián,” he called out. Without hesitation Tsuki squeezed a single pod, cracking the barrier inside, and launched it at Dokugakuji. The pod landed at his feet, exploding and unleashing a vine that wrapped tightly around his leg. He tried moving his leg to free it from the wrapping only to discover the vine was anchored in place.
“What the hell,” Dokugakuji cried out as he jerked his leg. Satisfied with her work, Tsuki turned her back to him and walked away. Dokugakuji watched, frozen where he stood as Tsuki disappeared down the dark hallway.
He materialized his sword and swung it down at the vines severing the connection. The vine wrapped around his leg slackened and fell to the floor. Dokugakuji sighed heavily, disappointed that he had lost the scroll. He dissipated his sword and ran to go find Kougaiji.
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