A/N: Written for the Furaba Flash Bingo, #035 – zodiac: dragon.
Dragon in Myth
It seemed oddly appropriate that the son of a doctor was the dragon of the zodiac.
The dragon was the symbol of the power in the land after all. The dragon pulse of chinese mythology – the lines of life that ran through the earth. The tears that had caused the once barren earth to flourish.
But all of those were noble ideas. None of which he was.
Even a doctor – a doctor was meant to save people, and yet his task was something else entirely. Committed almost solely to Akito – the cursed head. A zodiac and a god. Looking after him and following every, even devilish, command until he died.
Dragons in myth were free. Free, powerful – and good. Savours. He was none of those things. Just a doctor by name who wiped the minds of anyone who came across their secret, and who made a slowly dying man comfortable because he was powerless to do anything else.
Maybe that was why he looked more like a seahorse than a dragon.