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Pawn	By : Macx Category: Descendents of Darkness/Yami No Matsuei > General Views: 2478 -:- 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-Pawn
- 2-part 2
- 3-part 3
- 4-part 4
- 5-part 5
- 6-part 6
- 7-part 7
- 8-part 8
- 9-part 9
- 10-part 10
- 11-part 11
- 12-part 12
- 13-part 13
- 14-part 14
- 8
- 9
- 10
Magic flared, his own responded, and he whipped out ofuda to repel
the demonic creature that tried to snap his head off. It easily dropped
dead at his feet, but several more came at him.
And then the power rose even more.
There was a roar, a soft voice chanting an incantation, and across the
hall Tsuzuki saw the hated figure of Muraki.
The doctor smiled amiable, a dragon rising behind him.
"Hello, Tsuzuki. And welcome," the silver-haired man greeted him. "You're
just on time."
The dragon screeched toward him, wild and untamed, but still under Muraki's
control. Tsuzuki jumped aside, anger mixing in with the fear he had felt
all the way over here.
"I think you have come for your beloved partner, correct? He is here,
waiting for you. He was quite... entertaining."
Tsuzuki felt something inside him twitch in anger. "Where is Hisoka?"
he demanded.
The human smiled amiably. "Why, here..."
He made a little gesture and a drape that had been hanging like a partition
in the hall dropped.
Tsuzuki froze as he took in the sight.
Hisoka.
Blood.
Everywhere.
Wounds not yet healed.
Shackled and chained and tortured and...
"No!"
"He didn't even cry out," Muraki chuckled. "He has become quite a man,
in every sense of the word."
Tsuzuki felt something inside of him creak under the pressure that was
rising inside him.
It wasn't just the fact of Hisoka's kidnapping right now that snapped
the camel's back. It was everything. Too much had happened to him and his
friends in the last months and years. Like Byakko, who had just now started
to recover from his ordeal. The devil possession had hurt the wind god's
soul, had nearly destroyed his mind, and in the wake had scarred not only
him but everyone around him. Like Rikugo, who had reduced his aura and
his power by cutting his hair. Like Touda, who had just recovered from
his own problems, from the almost fatal virus that had threatened to kill
Tsuzuki, too.
There was also Sohryu, who had finally, after centuries, discovered
the truth about the death of his first born son and his wife Aya. It had
resulted in a pardon for Touda, but the emotional pain had settled deep
inside. At least he had found a new happiness with Terazuma.
Who was now missing.
Tsuzuki felt his fury turn into rage.
Someone had taken Terazuma, kidnapped him, and left him in Limbo. He
could have died!
Like Touda.
Like Byakko.
Even Sohryu, struck down by grief, by his anger, by his rage.
So many people had suffered.
Now Muraki had topped it all by making such a timely reappearance, taking
his partner from him.
And Tsuzuki cried soundlessly in rage.
His aura flared, his energy rose like a storm, his magic sizzled, and
Tsuzuki was no longer willing to stop it. He felt no buffer from Touda,
nothing at all, and his next scream was on the mind-plane.
Revenge.
It was all he wanted.
For all his past suffering at Muraki's hands. His approaches, his murderous
touch, his killings. Muraki had forced him to take lives... he had manipulate
dhim... he had tortured human beings, had used them, abused them, had carved
a curse into Hisoka's skin.
Silver eyes, a pale face, the long thin strands of hair covering the
artificial eye. The lips were twisted in a malicious smile.
"You'll pay," Tsuzuki whispered.
Hisoka was still, like dead. So much blood, so much pain still around
him. The curse glowed vividly on the pale skin.
"Hisoka," he whispered.
Darkness trembled around him.
His partner, his responsibility, the only one who had accepted him.
The only one who had stayed. Hisoka, who was his lover, his partner, who
was everything to him.
-- Unable to protect those important to you
-- That is your weakness.
In his mind, the bond shut down, walls rose, and Touda, who didn't respond
at all, was separated from his master.
"You'll pay," Tsuzuki repeated, his voice icy cold and emotionless.
Muraki chuckled. "Really? How do you want to pay my debts to you, Asato?
With my body?"
The leer was there. As was the offer.
Tsuzuki felt nauseous, but the feeling drowned in his fury. Muraki had
always tried to get him laid. He wanted to possess his body, his soul,
everything, and once he had nearly had success.
No more.
It was over.
Tsuzuki Asato gave himself to the blackness that had opened up in his
soul. He looked into the abyss, saw the fire in there, the black fire,
the demonic fire. His father's heritage. He watched the demon rise and
embraced it, for the first time not shying away.
He didn't care what happened afterwards.
The dragon serving Muraki was the first to perish, the dozen other creatures
hiding within the playground came next.
°
There was no stopping what had started. It was an incredible wave of
power, rising out of the slender man in the black suit. Eyes, hard and
cold like diamonds, the color of amethyst, fairly glowed from inside. Black
hair moved in the wind the darkness created as it rose, as it licked and
hissed and sizzled for something to touch, to destroy.
Muraki gazed at the awe-inspiring display and smiled. It wasn't his
usual cold and calculating smile, the sneer of a predator who finally had
his prey where he wanted it. It was an almost sad expression.
"Asato," he murmured.
It was like a prayer, a vow, an oath, a calling, a summoning.
He stood before the avenging angel, knowing he had succeeded in his
plans.
And he would be free.
Tsuzuki let go of a force that had slept inside him all of his life,
that he had felt ever since becoming a shinigami, that had been his curse.
He felt it roar past him, felt its mindless hunger, and he surrendered
to what he was. He surrendered to the demonic heritage, the part that made
him non-human, that set him apart from everyone else. He surrendered to
something he had no more control of.
His eyes never strayed from his prey, but he was completely aware of
the unconscious form of his lover and partner, of Kurosaki Hisoka, the
one he would forever protect.
The power was his to use to fulfill his promise, to eradicate this creature
from all realms.
Muraki.
His nightmare.
The power screeched around him like a banshee, erasing the sun, roaring
and twisting, hissing and snapping as it spread everywhere, then even the
last shred of humanity disappeared from Tsuzuki's eyes.
It struck.
It burned.
It shattered and destroyed.
It eradicated whatever it touched.
° ° °
In GensouKai, the Protector of the East was fast becoming a bundle of
nervous energy and barely controlled temper, though by now the temper outweighed
the nervousness. There had been no beep from either Touda or Tsuzuki, not
had anyone heard anything from anyone else in Meifu. No one knew whether
Touda had arrived safely, whether Terazuma was hurt or even still alive.
Rikugo watched the other dragon pace ceaselessly, only stopping to glare
at the closed doors. No servants had dared to enter without any news about
the missing two.
"Sohryu, stop it," the astrologer finally said sharply.
Blue-gray eyes glared at him.
"I know you're worried, but they'll be fine."
"How do you know? Have you Seen it?" Sohryu sneered, aura flashing briefly.
"No, but Terazuma is no longer in Limbo. That much I could See."
Sohryu huffed. "That means little. He could be anywhere now. He could
be hurt!"
"It doesn't help him if you work yourself into a rage here, then."
Rikugo had no idea why he had followed Sohryu into the dragon's palace,
why he was keeping his former political opposition company. Then again,
maybe he did. If this had been Ryu, he would be just as frantic. He would
want someone with him, just to anchor himself in that person, just to have
someone to yell at, and who was better for Sohryu to yell at than the one
person he had always argued with in the past?
"I know how you feel. If it had been Ryu..."
"It wasn't!" Sohyu exploded. "It was Hajime! And he was separated from
his shikigami by force! Someone tore them apart and left him adrift!"
The aura struck out and hit Rikugo's, which had flared in defense. It
was a harmless blast, but should Sohryu seriously lash out, Rikugo knew
he might not be powerful enough to stop him.
Before he could argue again, there was a sudden spike from somewhere
else. It was a connection that wasn't physical, not even purely mental,
but spiritual. It was a psychic link to their master, a bond that allowed
them to feel his presence, that gave them his power and his strength. Now
it literally exploded with energy.
With darkness.
With the untamed demonic force that resided inside Tsuzuki Asato.
In the past, that darkness had been buffered by Touda and it had never
reached that critical level.
Now it had.
And it tore free.
Sohryu's eyes widened and he gasped painfully, going down on his knees
as his body was unable to handle the output.
Rikugo was even worse off. Since he had cut his hair he had lost power,
and with it the resistance to certain attacks. All six eyes flew open and
he screamed in utter agony as the power raged through him, touching his
soul and tearing through his core. His own power screeched and let lose,
thankfully flaring upward. The roof creaked and groaned, then went up in
a pile of dust and smoke.

tbc...
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