The Demon
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Descendents of Darkness/Yami No Matsuei › Yaoi-Male/Male
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Adult
Chapters:
1
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The Demon
From the Journal of Muraki Yukitaka
February 11th, 1918
The first time I saw the demon, it was huddled in the doorway to my hospital. A threadbare gray kimono covered its lean frame. It lifted its dark head and our eyes met. Such eyes! Large and purple, with thick black lashes. Indeed, the creature was so beautiful, that I thought it female, until it spoke.
“May I please have some food, sensei? I can work for it.”
No, not a woman, but a boy of nineteen or twenty. In form at least. No human was ever that lovely, not even my wife.
“Oh yes.” I held out my hand. “Come with me.”
I gently helped it to its feet. It swayed and stumbled into my arms with a pretty blush.
Shameful desires for my own sex had haunted me since puberty. I had resisted temptation until now, but I was only a man. I was only a man, and the Devil put this creature in my path.
I forgot about my patients. I forgot about my religion. I forgot about my wife and my young son at home. I had to have this creature and keep it in my life.
Whatever the cost.
February 11th, 1918
The first time I saw the demon, it was huddled in the doorway to my hospital. A threadbare gray kimono covered its lean frame. It lifted its dark head and our eyes met. Such eyes! Large and purple, with thick black lashes. Indeed, the creature was so beautiful, that I thought it female, until it spoke.
“May I please have some food, sensei? I can work for it.”
No, not a woman, but a boy of nineteen or twenty. In form at least. No human was ever that lovely, not even my wife.
“Oh yes.” I held out my hand. “Come with me.”
I gently helped it to its feet. It swayed and stumbled into my arms with a pretty blush.
Shameful desires for my own sex had haunted me since puberty. I had resisted temptation until now, but I was only a man. I was only a man, and the Devil put this creature in my path.
I forgot about my patients. I forgot about my religion. I forgot about my wife and my young son at home. I had to have this creature and keep it in my life.
Whatever the cost.