Rating: T
Summary: The story of how the god Ryouta carries out jobs—willingly or dumped on him. Judgemental looks don't bother him anymore, anyway.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Tadatoshi Fujimaki.
Hello! So, about this AU. I warn you that this isn't going to be regularly updated, as I wrote it on a whim and I don't know where this is going orz
Pairings aren't totally decided, I guess it will happen through the writing (but I can tell you that romance isn't the main focus anyway).
As for the characters, there will be a bunch of them; but the main ones are Kise, Sakurai, Nijimura, Haizaki, Takao, Miyaji and Momoi. I'll give you the names of the shinki at the end of the chapter! Keep in mind though that my knowledge in Japanese isn't that great so I apologize for the eventual inaccuracy.
Enjoy!
Chapter 1: My name is Ryouta
He descends from the sky like a thunderbolt and slashes his enemies, neatly cutting them in two before they disintegrate from both the Far Shore and the Near Shore. He flies from one ayakashi to another, bouncing and dancing, almost as if he was enjoying his job, raising and swinging his sword like an extension of his arm.
When the last ayakashi is killed, he swiftly lands on his feet and smiles, satisfied. He hums to himself and holds his sword in front of him.
"Revert, Sakumu."
The sword glows in a white light, then transforms into a young man who looks on the verge of fainting.
"Are you alright, Ryouta-sama?" he asks, worry in his voice. "You kept killing ayakashi on ayakashi for the past hours! I'm sorry I can't cut them faster!"
Ryouta passes a hand through his blond locks, and chuckles.
"You're always apologizing Sakumu!"
"I-I'm sorry!"
"It's fine, really. Today I just want to get the job done as fast as possible. You know, Kazunaricchi is always sending me on those!"
"Still, this isn't good for your health to spend hours fighting..."
"Aw you worry too much, you've been my shinki for years, you should know I can handle more than that. And you've been working hard too, so I'm sorry for that."
Ryouta's lips tug upwards in a reassuring smile, but Sakumu doesn't seem to buy it—though he doesn't try to pry further, and only drops his head. Ryouta looks at the darkening sky, seeing the hues of red and orange growing more menacing with each passing second, and decides that this indicates the end of his day. He motions for Sakumu to follow him, but from the corner of his eyes he sees a light. Something too bright. Tilting his head in curiosity, he heads towards it, towards a tree in a park, where he senses a warm aura and nothing evil. When he gets closer to it, he softly smiles and cups the vibrant rainbow orb between his hands.
"The poor soul, it must have suffered a lot," he says, gently.
Behind him, Sakumu fidgets, eyeing their surroundings and looking hesitant.
"Ryouta-sama, this isn't safe for that soul to wander at night," he mumbles. But this isn't the only reason why he feels so afraid.
"I know, Sakumu," Ryouta replies. "And this one seems particularly tough. It's going to be a great asset."
Ryouta releases the ball of light, takes a step back, and with his forefinger and middle finger he points at it.
"You, who have nowhere to go and can not pass on, I will give you a place to stay. My name is Ryouta."
The tip of his fingers glows, and he begins to trace a kanji in the air.
"I make thou my servant, obey my orders and become my shinki. Thy name is Niji. Thy vessel is Kou."
The kanji is fully drawn and goes straight onto the orb, merging with it, and Ryouta lifts his fingers towards the sky.
"Come, Kouki!"
As soon as the name slips out of his lips, the orb flies to his hand and shifts into a weapon. The white glow takes the shape of a naginata, long and sharp, a black cloth wrapped around the haft just below the blade. Ryouta swings it to test it out, and nods to himself. This is perfect.
"Well, seems like I acquired a brand-new shinki," he laughs, although his smile wobbles and his eyes sting. "Revert, Nijimu."
The naginata, much like Sakumu's sword form before, glows and transforms into a young man; he doesn't seem that older than Sakumu, but he has a firm jaw and eyes that seem ready to take on world. He's almost the same height as Ryouta, which makes the god beam with joy.
"Hello, Nijimu! I'm the god Ryouta, and you're now my shinki. Nice to meet you!"
Nijimu blinks, looking from Ryouta's smiling face to Sakumu's scared one, frowning and trying to process what happened to him. However he doesn't have the chance to ponder further on the situation since Ryouta grabs his arm to draw his attention.
"I'll explain everything later, for now we need to go. You wouldn't want to get eaten by ayakashi, now, would you?"
Nijimu looks at the sky, and he squints at the black dots that scatter on the orange hues. Sakumu stands by his side and offers a tiny smile, patting awkwardly his back.
"It's alright, Ryouta-sama is a nice guy," he says. "I'm Sakumu. Let's try to work together! Ah, I'm sorry if I sound too forward!"
Nijimu tilts his head, something in him aching, as if he should extend his arm to rest his hand on this boy's—man?—head, as if he was longing for a warm and bright smile. He swallows and only nods, his lips forming a thin curve and his eyes sparkling with an unknown fondness.
"No problem, that's very kind of you," he replies.
Ryouta releases Nijimu's arm and walks ahead, calling out to his shinki to hurry up. He hears their feet shuffling and catching up to him, but all he can focus on is the pain in his chest and the shuddering breath he tries to even out.
Well, shit.
桜夢 'Sakumu' - Sakurai. The kanji 桜 can be read as 'ou', which makes his weapon name 'Ouki' 桜器.
虹夢 'Nijimu' - Nijimura. The kanji 虹 can be read as 'kou', which makes his weapon name 'Kouki' 虹器.
The kanji 夢 means 'dream'.
I used the first kanji of each characters' names to be as less confusing as possible.
I hope you liked this very short beginning!
