Conflict of Interests

Drabble 36: Ink

By: Kigen

Unofficially entitled Bedtime Stories of a Crimson Nightmare. YohLyserg angst, because you know I love writing it.

Disclaimer: Despite my inabilities to cook American foods, the country I come from is not Japan. Shaman King isn't mine.

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First the shoes.

Then the socks.

Followed by the sweater.

Pants were unbuttoned and unzipped, before they fell to the floor.

Boxers quickly following.

The shirt was the last thing removed.

Just like it always was.

Because of the mark on his back, that spot of ink upon his left shoulder blade; the small, oh so innocent looking tattoo that was the insignia of the X-Laws that rested on the pale flesh.

Lyserg shivered as Yoh ran his hand down his back. His lips lightly grazing over the spot of ink of his back, before pulling away and smiling at the dowser. Before leading him into the hot spring to wash and soak for a while.

Even though no matter how hard Lyserg scrubbed, the spot of ink never went away.

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Yeah for fluffy YohLyserg angst? More angst next time. HaoLyserg angst. Subject, attract and repeal.

Side note, I've finally done it. I gender bent Lyserg. It's HaoLyserg, and it's called Mark of a Fallen Angel if you want to check it out. Shall not be fluffy, and shall soon have the unedited version at adult fan fiction . Net once I get that far.

Thanks for reading, please review.

Ja min'na-san!