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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.

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Word count: 2,311
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After they were both confident Dokugakuji wasn’t following them, Homura turned to Tsuki after hitting the button on a nearby elevator. “This is where we part ways for now, Tsuki.”
“What do you mean,” she asked. Homura turned to her and placed both hands on her shoulders.
“I was on my way down to the lowest level as that’s where I had sensed the presence of the Seiten Scripture, but I felt a distress in your aura and knew I had to come to you.” A light blush decorated Tsuki’s cheeks. She knew he was aware she could handle her own, why was he so cautious about her safety all of a sudden?
“Don’t get me wrong, it’s not as if I thought you were going to fall at that demon’s hand. I watched your skills progress rapidly in Heaven. This place has so many rooms and it’s clearly high-tech. I wanted to make sure you weren’t unfairly ambushed in this place.” Homura closed the distance between the two, gently cupping the side of her face. Was this a confession? He had never said such kind words to her before, nor had he behaved this way back in Heaven. Tsuki placed her hand over his, lightly nuzzling her face against his palm.
“You bravely came with me and successfully obtained the scripture without injury. That’s all I could’ve asked for. But now, I’m going to need you to return to Shien and Xenon. Reconvene with them and I will meet with you back at Konran Tower.”
“Forgive my rudeness,” Tsuki replied softly, “but I will remain here and wait for your return. We will all go back to the tower together.”
Homura did not argue and he smiled at her. “Very well, then.”
Tsuki nodded in affirmation, watching as Homura released her and entered the elevator before the doors softly clapped shut. She sighed having been left all alone. She wasn’t going to protest him going on his own. He wouldn’t have let her join even if she asked, and she knew it. The castle had quieted down since they began to raid the castle. Tsuki squatted down against the wall next to the elevator doors, folding her arms around her knees and sighed again, wondering how long it would take for Homura to return.
•
The sound of the elevator ringing broke the silence. How much time had passed? Tsuki jumped to her feet, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she heard the elevator doors scraping along the tracks.
“Got it,” Homura proclaimed as he proudly lifted the Seiten Scripture.
“Like there was any doubt,” Tsuki noted in response. Homura smiled, walking past her and heading in the direction of the main room where Shien and Xenon were no doubt waiting.
“Tsuki,” Homura began as they continued walking down a wide hallway.
“What is it, Homura,” Tsuki asked.
“I meant to ask you earlier,” he continued as he looked down at her, “Who is that demon to you?”
“No one,” she immediately replied, meeting his eyes. Homura held his gaze to her. She felt a ping of guilt in the back of her throat as she turned her eyes back forward. She wasn’t lying, why was she suddenly nervous?
“You allowed him to touch you in a way that made it seem like you were lovers.”
Tsuki was taken aback by his words, stopping in her tracks. Lovers? She had only had the few encounters with Dokugakuji. How could they possibly be lovers? She could feel something growing for Dokugakuji and it frustrated her, but it wasn’t something that would have moved her heart. She was highly skilled in many aspects of assassination, but being intimate in order to ambush a target was something she never explored as such deception tactics were not her style.
Homura was a few steps ahead of her before he stopped and looked behind, seeing that she was frozen in place. “For someone that is an enemy, you got awfully close to him. It’s making me begin to question where your loyalties lie,” Homura continued.
“Sire,” Tsuki firmly began, her tone becoming respectful once more with a fire in her eyes as she looked back at him, “my dedication to you has never wavered nor has it swayed. The sting of the discrimination we received in Heaven is still fresh in my mind. The fact that you reached out to me to work together to overthrow the Heavens and get rid of such archaic practices for other heavenly beings only fuels my desire to stay by your side throughout all this.” Homura stood firm, watching the expression on her face.
“If you are questioning my loyalty to you or this cause, I will part ways and gather the other scriptures myself. I will return once I have gathered them. Obviously, the Maten Scripture is yours to deal with as you see fit.” With that, Tsuki quickly walked past Homura, both angry and insulted he’d accuse her of betrayal.
A firm grip wrapped around her wrist, spinning Tsuki around and pulled her back. She let out a gasp before being met with the warmth of Homura’s chest, the fabric of his overly large jacket cloaking her. Tsuki’s breath hitched as he embraced her tightly.
“Forgive my stern tone, Tsuki,” Homura began, “Words cannot explain how indebted I am to you for your assistance. I know you had your own agenda against Heaven that you wanted to address on your own. I am truly grateful for you.”
Homura’s words were genuine, and Tsuki could feel the warmth in his voice. She hesitated for a moment before reaching her arms up and embracing him in return. She hummed lightly against his chest and held him tight.
“Tsuki,” Homura began. She let out a soft sound in reply. “Will you stay with me until the end?” Tsuki leaned back and looked up at him. He pulled her back in and begged her. “We’ve been together for so long,” he continued, “you know that I trust you more than any other woman on this planet, right? I care about you a great deal, Tsuki.”
The way she felt being held like this made Tsuki more confident that her feelings towards Homura were romantic. Having never experienced it personally, but based on what she observed in others, she was sure this is what it was. In a small way, she always knew that was how she felt but always tried to deter such feelings. Especially after seeing how much Homura cared for Rinrei. Had she finally replaced Rinrei?
Tsuki furrowed her brows, internally apologizing to someone she considered a dear friend, but felt no guilt about being in Homura’s arms. Homura leaned back, sweeping her bangs from her eyes exposing both colors. Tsuki immediately swooped her hand in to re-cover her golden eye. He gently grasped her hand, stopping her from hiding half her face.
Homura gently pushed away her bangs, never losing eye contact. Tsuki could feel her increased heartbeat in the back of her throat as he gently cradled her head in his hand and held her. Homura slowly leaned in, and Tsuki welcomed it and waited for him to come to her, her eyes lulling shut as his lips grew closer to hers.
“Hey, Homura!”
Tsuki’s eyes snapped open. It was that damn redhead. Homura let out a disappointed sigh, releasing Tsuki and guiding her away from him as Xenon approached them.
“What’s with Gyumaoh in the basement?”
“I couldn’t care less,” Homura replied, “he’s not important to our cause. I would’ve done something if I thought he was a threat.”
“Looks like the equipment down there’s been damaged anyways. I don’t think they could bring him back even if they wanted.”
“I will go down there and secure all the labs. It’d be inconvenient if they decided to test their bravery and attempted to activate something to revive him,” Tsuki announced, already walking back towards the elevator.
“I’ll come join you,” Xenon offered.
“Don’t bother.”
•
Tsuki had wandered aimlessly in her anger and frustration, not knowing when she had reached the basement level within the castle. “I can’t allow them to revive Gyumaoh,” she thought to herself. While Homura was already considered a wanted fugitive who ran from Heaven, she couldn’t bear the thought of those bastards capturing him and forcing him to take up the title of War Prince again; not after what she saw happened to Nataku. It was even more pertinent she stopped Gyumaoh’s revival after hearing more stories about what her unc-, no, not her uncle, what Li Touten had been doing all that time.
Tsuki could feel residual spiritual energy from Homura and Dokugakuji throughout the hall. She stopped, peering into a large room when she felt Dokugakuji’s energy strongly from within along with another energy. Did it belong to that Kougaiji guy? There, on the far side of the wall, there were lights fixated at a statue. Hundreds of talismans were strung across the statue, almost acting as a barricade to keep the figure in place. Tsuki squinted her eyes, curiosity overtaking her as she entered the room to get a better look at the structure.
It appeared to be the statue of a woman, no, a demon. She was protruding from the wall, hanging several feet from the floor. Wait, not a statue, was this from a spell? It was almost as if the woman was running from something, or perhaps she was protecting someone from the brunt of the spell. Tsuki’s mind filled in the gaps as she analyzed the stone figure. She looked at the woman’s facial features and saw she looked sad, even heartbroken. Condensation from the statue trailed down her cheeks as if they were tears that had swelled up and fell from her eyes.
Why did it seem like the statue was alive? Was this the woman Dokugakuji was referring to? Tsuki shook her head, eyeing the statue as she backed away and turned back towards the door. She could clearly sense emotional energy radiating from that entire wall, wondering who she was to Kougaiji that he permeated the room with such impassioned feelings.
Tsuki returned to the hallway and continued towards the center, honing her thoughts and concentrating on Dokugakuji’s scent. If that red headed demon had any connection to Gyumaoh, she was sure they both repeatedly visited him. Checking the rooms more frequently, Tsuki sought out research labs or other rooms that appeared to have areas of their floors worn in. That indicated to her there was heavy foot traffic and a lot of time focused in that room.
When she found rooms that seemed to meet her criteria, she would press the button for the door to slide back along the track and snap closed. Tsuki lifted the hood to her satchel once more and pulled from it a thick burlap bag, carefully peeling away the strings to loosen the opening. She poured a handful of sand in her palm as she concentrated her focus on the individual particles.
Her eyes began to glow, the loose particles reacting to her as the individual particles began to slowly rise from the pile in her hand. She lifted her gaze towards the tracks and the grains of sand followed, sharply hissing along the metal door as each particle wove its way within the mechanism of the door frame, every cog, every screw. The sand began to corrode away at the metal, giving off a coarse sound as it scraped harshly.
Once the last particle left her hand, the energy quickly faded. On the outside, the door appeared to be fine. Tsuki leaned in and hit the button on the door. The mechanics of the door grunted and struggled against the sand, it was a harsh tone as the mechanism hummed, the electronic motherboard trying in vain to complete the task it was programmed to do.
Tsuki repeated this until she was satisfied that each room had been secure. There was one last room that caught her attention. This room seemed to have an abundant amount of energy radiating within. The room was filled with all sorts of computer equipment and monitors. There was a wheeled chair at a desk that had clearly seen better days, the strong outline of someone’s poor rear embedded into the seat.
Though the room was poorly lit, it was hard to not notice a light pink object at the foot of the desk. Tsuki raised a brow and leaned down to inspect it. It appeared to be a pair of pink slippers.
“Bunnies? Is this place serious?” Tsuki scoffed at the choice of footwear and scanned the room. She observed the machinery around the room which hummed with electricity. Tsuki searched for any outlets and ripped the cords from the sockets. Walking back over to the desk that wrapped around two walls, she went up to each tower and held the power button, forcing each computer to shut down.
The machinery whirled and darkened the room as everything powered down. She took out her entire artillery of pods, cracking them and slamming them against each computer tower and even against the towers at the back of the room. Her plant life grew and thrived as everything grew and spread, embedding into the computer chips and pressing against the metal shells.
She peered down one last time at the slippers, wondering if they belonged to the one whose energy lingered in the room. Whoever it was, they spent a lot of time in this room and there was no doubt they were powerful. Based on the small mound of spent cigarettes in the ashtray sitting at the desk, this person is going to be severely disappointed at losing all their work when they came back to the castle.
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