Title: Hajime
Author: Musashi w/help from Rainbow G
Summary: A fairly short introduction to a massive crossover/self-insert fanfiction I'm co-writing. This introduces the previous generation and sets up the story. ;
Disclaimer: Mokona is property of CLAMP (we WISH he was ours. D) All others are property of The Bishounen Hunters Group.
A man sat alone in his home, idly watching the clock as he watched for his lover's return. It made him anxious when she away for too long, especially given the current circumstances.
His attention immediately turned to the door upon hearing sounds just beyond it. Instinctively he reached for his weapon, the sword on his side. He tensed as the door began to open, relief flooding over him as the person on the other side entered the room. "Emiko."
"Who else would it be?" The goddess gave him an odd look, closing and locking the door. She walked over to him, planting a kiss on his cheek. "Don't be so paranoid, Hajime," she said softly. "No one would dare come for you here."
"I wish I could believe that," he sighed, returning her gesture. "But enough about that. How is Elsa-sama?"
"As cheerful as ever," she reported with an amused smirk. "And doting over that little boy of hers, of course. Honestly, between her and her husband, that child will have a lot of issues when he grows up."
Hajime couldn't help but laugh at that. "Are you saying that a child of yours wouldn't?"
Emiko blushed, but smirked at her lover. "She'd be too strong to have issues like that!"
Hajime looked mildly surprised. "Already planning on a girl, huh?" He paused a moment to think. "I guess you'd have to have a girl, wouldn't you?"
It was Emiko's turn to look surprised. "What do you mean by that?"
"Well, since Shinnomori already has a son, you would need a girl to be your heir, right?"
Emiko's eyes went wide with shock. "Shinnomori has a son?"
"You mean you didn't know?" Hajime shot her a puzzled look. "His kid is a little dragon-youkai halfling. I saw him once. He's kind of a punk, but considering how he's treated I'm not surprised."
"This is the first I've heard about it." Emiko's brow furrowed in concern. "It sounds like he must be Mayumi-san's son, but that means he must be nearly a hundred by now. I wonder if Mokona-sama knows about this..."
"You'd think if he did he'd do something about it. He's so neglected I'm surprised he's still alive."
Emiko only nodded, taking a seat on the sofa beside her beau. She frowned at the worried expression he still wore. "Hajime," she said sternly, trying to catch his attention.
Hajime blinked a few times, as though snapping out of a trance he'd been put under. "Sorry," he apologized, giving her a light squeeze. In response Emiko pulled her feet up and laid her head in his lap. "I just can't help feeling like something is about to happen." He closed his eyes and leaned back, causing his glasses to slide up his nose. "I don't know, Emiko. Maybe I shouldn't have left."
Emiko sat up with a pout. "Are you saying you'd have rather stayed with that awful group than be with me?" she huffed, only half teasing. "If that's how you feel I can just send you back to them!"
When he didn't offer one of his usual wry responses, Emiko sighed and leaned on his side. "There's nothing for you to worry about," she assured him. "Anyone they send after you will have to go through me. And once we're married they'll not only have my wrath to face, but Mokona-sama's as well."
"When we're married," he echoed, a small smile crossing his lips. He set his head on top of hers, wrapping an arm around her. "But there's still one that might come in spite of you,"
Emiko's eyes darkened as she reached up to take her lover's hand and hold it tight. "He wouldn't dare."
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"Shinnomori-sama!"
When there was no reply inside for several minutes, the man outside frowned. He knew for a fact the one he sought after was home; he'd been forced to wait for several days to make sure of that. Hesitantly he pushed open the unlocked door. The miserable state of the home didn't surprise him. The drow hardly seemed like the type to be bothered with housework.
The man walked into the main room of the house, careful not to trip on the trash that surrounded him. "Shinnomori-sama!" he called again to make sure his presence was known.
Upon looking around further he noticed a small pair of wings on the far side of the room. A bit curious, he moved in closer, until he saw that the wings belonged to a little boy lying in the midst of the garbage.
"What are you doing?" a voice growled from behind him.
The man immediately turned to face the source, pretending he had seen nothing out of the ordinary. "My master, the God of Vengeance, has a favor to ask of you. He needs a former subordinate disposed of."
Shinnomori cast an annoyed glare at the messenger. "He has enough sheep to do his bidding. You dare bother me to clean up your mess? Don't insult me."
"That's just it," the messenger replied. "None of us can touch him. He's currently under the protection of your counterpart."
"That doesn't make it any of my business." The god shrugged indifferently. "It's no one's fault but your own if you let him get that far."
The messenger's expression darkened, though he seemed a bit tense. "He thought you might say something like that," he said carefully, taking a step back to put some distance between himself and the god. "The truth is, Hajime was our best intelligence agent. It was his job to know things, which is the main reason we can't let him go. He's learned many useful things while working for us." He turned to look back at the young boy he had previously discovered. "For example, he told us of a small heir that the all-powerful God of Evil has was keeping secret from Mokona-sama... Imagine who else he might tell now that he's not on our payroll."
Shinnomori let out a low growl as he grabbed the other by the collar. "I'd forget that little rumor if I were you," he hissed under his breath. "Crossing me is not a wise idea." He carried the terrified messenger to the door. "Tell your master it'll be taken care of. But he owes me for this one, And it better be worth my while." With that said he unceremoniously threw the man outside, not even waiting for him to hit the ground before slamming the door shut.
When he turned around Shinnomori found his son stirring from his place on the floor. The boy yawned, stretching his tiny wings before standing up and giving the angered drow a confused look.
The god's eyes narrowed as he looked at the little hanyou. "You," he snarled, approaching the child and giving him a harsh kick that forced him back several feet with a pained cry. "If it weren't for you I wouldn't be in this damn mess!"
The boy lay there in shock for a moment, even more confused by what had just occurred. Finding the strength to sit up on his knees in spite of the pain, he stared up at his father with a betrayed expression "Wh-What did I--"
"Shut up!" Shinnomori shouted, dealing the child another blow, this time to the face. The boy collapsed sideways, and the god brought his foot down on the small body. The hanyou screamed in agony as he felt his bones snap. "There's one thing you should think about from now on, brat. You'd be better off dead."
