Empyrean | By : Macx Category: Descendents of Darkness/Yami No Matsuei > General Views: 1735 -:- 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. |
AUTHOR: Macx
DISCLAIMER: not mine. Definitely not! I just play with them and hope
I tread on no one's toes.
Author’s Voice of Warning (aka Author’s Note):
English is not my first language; it’s German. This is the best I can
do. Any mistakes you find in here, collect them and you might win a prize
<g> The spell-checker said everything's okay, but you know how
trustworthy those thingies are.....
ARCHIVE: yes
WARNINGS: none, really
FOCUS: Tsuzuki, Rikugo
RATING: PG-13
FEEDBACK: empty inbox seeks emails <g>
Autumn had taken reign over GensouKai, turning the leaves a brilliant
red, orange and yellow. The winds were cooler now, speaking of possible
snow in winter, and the days had grown shorter.
The tall, blond man looked down into the wide place that stretched
out in front of the palace, an intricately laid pattern of pure white and
cream colored stones. From up here, he could distinguish the individual
lines, forming spiral Zen patterns. A master had created this place and
it still sent the calm and peace it was intended for into the watcher.
Rikugo's eyes strayed to the lone figure sitting on one of the cherry
wood benches, underneath broadleaved konara oak trees that had no more
traces of lush green, only the deeply golden colors of dying leaves. The
placement of these ancient trees was as aesthetic as the inlaid pattern
of the floor or the late-blooming flowers springing up at intervals. It
all served a purpose.
Today, that purpose was lost on the astrologer as his eyes fixed on
the only soul occupying the huge front yard.
Tall and lean, rather sinewy, with a shock of dark hair that was tousled
and defied any kind of taming. Dressed in black, befitting the expression
on his smooth, handsome face. The clothes he had arrived in, a white shirt,
black pants and suit jacket, as well as the tie, had been exchanged for
a more traditional GensouKai garb, but the colors were the same.
Bla
Tbr>The astrologer hesitated again, gazing at the forlorn figure. Finally
he nodded and walked quietly out of the room.
Genbu watched his student go, then went over to the window and looked
down on the black-dressed figure, still thoughtfully stroking his beard.
"You have potential, my boy. An incredible potential, and you only
just showed us the tip of the iceberg." He smiled a little to himself.
"Mastering two gods and my own student. Makes me wish you would challenge
me so I can tickle your potential to greater heights."
He chuckled to himself and waddled off to ponder the mystery of this
intriguing shinigami.
* * * * *
Rikugo approached the sole figure, stopping underneath the oak tree,
looking down at the pale face. He knew he should pay his respects to his
shinigami master and, for the first time in his long life, he knelt before
someone who wasn't a higher ranking shikigami.
"Don't do that!"
The voice startled him and he dared to look up, right into the wide,
violet eyes that dominated the chalky complexion of his new master. Tsuzuki
was trembling, something he had done ever since the end of the challenge,
and he was shaking his head.
"Don't kneel, Rikugo. Please…"
"It's custom to…"
"No!"
He winced at the sharp voice.
"No," Tsuzuki repeated more quietly. "It's not. I don't want you to
kneel before me. I don't want it…"
He was trembling more now, clearly agitated, and Rikugo didn't like
the way those eyes were dilating. He rose quickly and without thinking
cupped the narrow face, aghast at how cold and clammy Tsuzuki felt.
"Tsuzuki…"
Inhuman eyes blinked several times and Tsuzuki swallowed. "I'm just
a bit dizzy."
No, you're suffering from the backlash of the challenge. I went too
deep. I was drawn to your power, and I wanted to beat you. ucheuched things
that hurt you. I reopened wounds.
"I apologize," he whispered, unconsciously starting to stroke his thumb
over the cool skin in a comforting manner.
"Rikugo…?"
"I hurt you more than I thought I could… I beg your forgiveness for
my attacks."
"But… I challenged you. It was a challenge fight…" Tsuzuki protested.
"Yes, that it was, but it was… too much. You won, but I… left scars,
open wounds… pain. Master, I…"
"My name's not 'master'," Tsuzuki interrupted him weakly, starting
to sway.
One hand clutched at Rikugo's arm and he groaned a little, beads of
sweat adorning his forehead. Rikugo grabbed the slender form as Tsuzuki
collapsed, and it was easy to lift him.
My fault, he thought.
The protectiveness he had felt growing ever since this young one had
beaten him multiplied. He looked into the half-lidded eyes, saw the monsters
of his challenge still dance freely in there, and he cradled Tsuzuki in
his arms.
"Let's get you inside," he murmured softly, stroking the barely conscious
man.
Tsuzuki didn't protest. His eyes slid shut completely, going limp,
giving in to the pressure inside his mind.
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