Title: "Enjoy The Moment (A.K.A.: Five Things That Never Happened To Sakurazuka Seishiro Plus One) - Chap 4: 1998"
Author: J.J.
Warning: It's an AU BASED ON THE MANGA, it probably contains some OOCness, uses Japanese words and includes some spoilers.
Notes: It should have been completely different. I've no idea how it evolved into this...
Warning over notes: This fic has notes. You will find them at the bottom. Each time you see a number between brackets it means there's a note connected to the word/sentence that preceded it. However I suggest you to read the notes AFTER you finished the fic unless the word/sentence connected to the note is really troublesome for you to understand. Anyway the fic should be still understandable without the notes. Notes are merely extra explanations for who wants to know more.
Disclaimer:
"Tokyo Babylon" and "X" belong to Clamp. I'm merely using their characters because I love them... especially Seishiro and Subaru...
Do I own something here? Oh yes, I own the plot and a sensitive heart which would surely break if you give me harsh reviews, so please be honest but nice, okay?
Thanks:
To Sami The Creator for betaing this! Thank you a lot!
Summary: What a tiny little change can do...

1998 - Okinawa - Naha

Seishiro had no idea why he was attending such a stupid veterinary convention. Oh right, because he was a veterinarian... part-time. Also, he was hoping to have a nice holiday, during which he would lie under the sun and eat ice cream while checking out teens in swimsuits, hoping to find someone suitably pretty and with green eyes that would show him a good time. Though, people always looked so boring to him that he couldn't bother being interested any of them. No, actually being bored would be an improvement. They were just... there, like walking things for him to watch, use and discharge. He believed it was a good thing that soon, there would be a lot less of them.

This still wasn't convinced it had been a good idea to attend the veterinarian convention. It was raining, pouring really, and it didn't look as if it planned to stop anytime soon. The people around him were either too old or completely unattractive. It made him think he was the only good looking veterinarian in all of Japan and apparently the idiot at the reception couldn't find his reservation.

He smiled patiently, doing his best to hide his murderous intent, and explained to him, again, that yes, he did have a reservation, he had made it the previous month, he had also phoned to confirm it two days ago.

"I'm sorry, Sakurazuka-san, but we've a problem. Apparently your reservation was cancelled rather than confirmed..." the idiot told him in monotonous tone without even bothering to sound contrite. Seishiro began to seriously consider getting rid of such an imbecile. Japan would profit from it. "And now the hotel is full, actually I fear all the hotels here in Naha are full this season, and we've no other rooms and..."

Seishiro frowned, a polite frown really, but it conveyed enough threat to turn the uncaring and distracted receptionist into quite a nervous man.

"You aren't suggesting I go out in this storm and search for another room in another hotel, not especially after you've already told me there are little chances I'll find one, are you?" he asked in a polite tone that still managed to make the receptionist pale and sweaty. Good. It was time he understood who he was facing.

"I..." the man stammered. "Well, I..." he repeated, apparently unable to say more.

"I'm sorry but... but I've overheard the conversation and..." someone began next to Seishiro. He turned toward the speaker in a mix of annoyance, for having been caught in trouble, and a strange sort of fascination because the voice sounded so... beautiful... and... almost... familiar... Luckily, he wasn't the only handsome veterinarian at the convention. Another was standing right in front of him, head lowered and general attitude quite nervous and shy. "Well... if it's no problem... I mean... you could take my room... I-I've a reservation for some more days... but... but I've to leave sooner than I've anticipated... and... well... the plane leaves tomorrow morning but... but I likely won't sleep anyway tonight so I-I was thinking of spending the night at the airport... so... you can have my room all for yourself... if it doesn't offend you... I mean... you can have it... I really don't mind... and I think it'll save the trouble for the hotel too... I-I'm sorry, I'm babbling, Hokuto-chan always says that... anyways... where was I? I was saying... if it doesn't offend you..."

"I don't think it'll be necessary for you to sleep at the airport," Seishiro began, interrupting the young man when it looked like he would never stop babbling, immediately making him start apologizing for intruding in an even more nervous manner. Seishiro raised his hand to stop him. "We'll share the room," Seishiro decided for them both. "That's what we'll do. If you don't mind," he added as an afterthought. The other raised his head in surprise and Seishiro managed to catch a glimpse of wonderful green eyes before said head was lowered again.

"I... you... us... sharing a room... I'd only trouble you... besides... I don't think... it'll be proper... I mean... won't I... my presence... bother you? I mean..."

"I'd be delighted to share a room with you," Seishiro assured in a perfectly honest tone. "And in order to give you my thanks, I'll offer you dinner," he decided. "What type of cuisine do you prefer?" he asked, taking the young man's hand into his. It was odd but Seishiro discovered he liked to hold the young man's hand a lot. It felt strangely familiar. That small, delicate and slender hand seemed to be made just to be held by his.

"I... really... have no... favourite one..." the other replied, a mix between confusion and surprise as Seishiro began to pull him away from the reception.

"Then I'll have the pleasure to choose for you," Seishiro decided, quite pleased he was going to choose where to eat. Also, that he would have the chance to enjoy such pretty company. Beautiful, not pretty. The other was shorter and thinner than him but still well proportioned, with a hint of fragility and childishness that made people want to cuddle and fuss over him like a child. The skin was smooth and soft like few others, the hand Seishiro was holding elegant and slender. The, maybe, too short hair, dark and fine the way Seishiro liked, framed a face with an elegant beauty that would made any woman jealous. Pale rosy lips that the boy wetted often, in an almost tempting manner, and beautiful green eyes shadowed by long eyelashes that, tragically, were almost always staring at the floor and half hidden to Seishiro's sight. In a while they were seated at the restaurant, after Seishiro waved away the many complaints about not being necessary to offer dinner. The young man continued to keep his gaze lowered and seemed hesitant to start a conversation, as if totally unused to talking to people. At first, it was troublesome to get something more than one word answers from him, so Seishiro decided to ignore formalities and try making some personal questions to get him to talk.

"So, why do you have to leave in such a hurry? Escaping the boredom of the conference or from the bad weather?" he asked smiling at him encouragingly, catching another glimpse of his green eyes before they were lowered again.

"No... I-I was actually looking forward to the conference... but... well... Obaachan... she wants me to return back... because... well... they've kinda set the date for my marriage and... and I'm supposed to be there..." he replied, growing even more nervous.

"Oh," Seishiro commented, disappointment, and not only that, filling him. He didn't want the youth to marry. He absolutely loathed the idea of him belonging to someone else. Why, he had no idea. It wasn't as if he had some claim over him... "I suppose I should congratulate you then," he continued, forcing himself to keep his voice cheerful and polite. "Is the lucky lady the Hokuto-chan you mentioned before?" 'Is the lucky lady someone I can consider a potential target? Is she?' his mind asked eagerly. The lucky lady had to be a threat to Japan if she'd stolen that boy from him.

"Eh, no, Hokuto-chan... she is... she was... my sister... she... she... I've no idea what was in her mind... she... some Yakuza... they shot... It's a complicated story, really... I'm sorry, I'm babbling again... and..." There was desperation in his voice and Seishiro saw the opportunity to put a comforting hand over his and to see another glimpse of those green eyes with a grateful light in them before they were lowered again.(1)

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to touch a bad topic," he said in a kind tone, not regretting the girl's death at all. Actually, it seemed the boy had had a strong bond with her and it only pleased him to know that now it was broken. Now if he only could break the other bond the boy was likely to have with his future wife as well... "Let's change the subject to a more pleasant topic. You're about to get married after all!" Seishiro continued. Honestly, he couldn't consider it a happier subject but many would and Seishiro knew it. The boy apparently wasn't among them as his smile became bitter as he agreed to change the topic. It was a good enough reason to investigate. "So, what's your future wife like?" he asked curiously

"I've no idea," the boy informed him with a tired sigh.

"You've no idea?" Seishiro echoed with dismay.

"The elders... they chose her. I assume... she's proper... because they wouldn't accept anything less..." the boy explained tiredly.

"Didn't you meet her at an Omiai at least?" he tried.

"Nope. No time for that. Too much work. They didn't think it was necessary to inform me who their choice was... or to meet her before the wedding... I-I don't think they approve of my being here... I... I should've stayed in Tokyo... but I wanted... I guess it was an impossible wish. Oh well, my Ichimon want an heir and with Hokuto-chan dead. I made them wait long enough. I assume... There's no time anymore... I'll just have to go and sign some papers and then... they'll likely have us live together as soon as possible... and, if... if she gives birth, she'll be my wife..." the boy stammered unhappily. Seishiro mulled over the fragmented information mentally. Evidently, the boy didn't want to marry, which was good. So why was he agreeing to it? Could it be a sense of duty?

"They should have let you meet her anyway. What if you don't like her?" he pointed out.

"I-I'll learn to like her with time. Anyway... it's not like we would stay together for long... I've work to do and..."

"Do you plan to bury yourself in work?" Seishiro asked, amused by the escape route.

"More like work is going to bury me," the other replied with a hint of bitter humour Seishiro didn't quite understand. Being a veterinarian wasn't a dangerous job, really. However, he could sense some power in the boy in front of him, though he couldn't get a clear reading. He wondered if the shyness was due to the young man having some sort of spiritual power. People reacted in oddly to them. Some tried to gain from it, some... would... kind of be traumatized, living as if it were too big a responsibility for them.(2)

"You know what you need? A proper bachelor's party!" Seishiro decided. A party for just the two of them would be such a good idea. It would give him the chance to change the boy's mind about that stupid wedding thing...

"A bachelor's party? I'm sorry but that's out of the question, I won't have anyone to invite. I mean... I don't think I can invite customers... or should I?" he asked in an unsure tone, no idea how a bachelor party should be. "And anyway I won't know what to do and..."

"Don't I count? Won't you invite me to it?" Seishiro asked pouting slightly in a rather childish manner.

"Ah, hum, yes... but... I wouldn't trouble you... and... I'm not a party person... and Hokuto-chan always says... I mean... said... I mean... I'm babbling again, aren't I?" the boy said in an almost whimpering tone. "I'm so sorry..."

"It's okay... you know... you don't look like you're much of a talker," Seishiro observed.

"Well... customers don't need me to converse... I mean... they'd rather I work quickly so they won't have any further problems..." the other explained quietly.

"What about your friends? Don't you talk with them?"

"I-I've no time for... I mean... I didn't go to school much... and because of work, I couldn't go out and socialize with other people anyway... and if they did... well, they didn't like my work much so..."

Seishiro blinked in confusion. He had two jobs but he still had free time. Where was the boy working to be so busy?

"Well, when was the last time you talked with someone, over a not work related thing?" he tried.

"I... when Hokuto-chan was alive... I think... she liked to talk... and I was good at listening..." the boy answered sounding melancholic.

"What about someone other than your sister?" Seishiro was fast to ask then.

"I... nine years ago I fear..." the boy replied but his gaze softened and he smiled, a beautiful smile, really, one worth remembering. It should have been a quite pleasurable conversation but Seishiro felt insanely jealous, without knowing why.

"I guess you're simply out of practice then," he stated, wishing to bring the boy's mind away from those memories. "I'll just have to make you talk to help you get used to it..." he decided. The boy looked at him in surprise. Seishiro grinned. He was going to have fun.

In the end, dinner turned out pretty satisfying and he managed to make his companion stop babbling or mentioning his sister every five seconds. Actually, once the boy got comfortable enough, the conversation turned out to be quite a pleasant one. Which he only had rarely. Very rarely. And if Seishiro was very good with his words he would get a smile, an honest beautiful smile, that shined in those green eyes and made him wish for a camera to capture the moment forever. Really, a very nice dinner with good food and lovely company, one he would regret letting go, he mused as they walked back to their hotel room.

It was pretty late and there was no one in the elevator, which made it a strangely intimate place, in which the boy's quiet laughter, directed towards his jokes, sounded so nice. The only displeasing thing was that he was still obstinately keeping those beautiful eyes glued to the floor. He had no idea what possessed him as he moved closer, cupped the boy's face and raised it.

"Here. Try to keep your head high. You've beautiful eyes. It's a shame, you always keep them lowered..." he explained causing the boy to blush as he tried to move back. Though, he was already against the wall and they were so close it was really easy to press himself even closer and try to steal a kiss from those sweet lips...

But the boy turned his face away, stopping him mere centimetres from his target.

"I... I don't think it'd be a good idea..." the boy mumbled.

"Why not?" he asked trying to keep the frustration out of his voice. He wanted the boy and he knew the boy wanted him too, he could clearly tell so... why not? "Does it disgust you to kiss another man? Or do you think it wouldn't be 'proper' for you?"

"I... no, that's not... I... I promised... I... I don't think it'd be a good idea..." the boy repeated even more nervously.

"It'll be a great idea, as long as you never let anyone else kiss you," he stated trailing the boy's lips with his finger, oddly wondering why the gesture felt so familiar. It wasn't something he bothered doing normally.

"What?" the boy asked, surprise and confusion and... something else... shimmering in his eyes.

"Never let anyone else kiss you. Ever. You're only mine to kiss," he repeated, bending down to kiss him. There was no resistance this time, no resistance at all as he pulled the boy closer and explored his mouth. He felt the boy's arms wrap around him shyly, pulling him even closer to him with a strange urge... an almost need, a longing to which his own body answered in kind and... the elevator stopped and the door opened causing the boy to part from him quite hurriedly.

"I... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..." he babbled moving to get away from him, only managing to trip and end on the floor. "I'm such an idiot..." the boy mused covering his face in embarrassment as Seishiro bend down to check on him.

"Wait, don't move. Your ankle could be twisted. Probably. Maybe. You shouldn't walk after such a fall anyways," Seishiro informed the boy with a certain satisfaction as he picked him up and held him, helpless in his arms. Actually, he doubted the boy's ankle was twisted but Seishiro thought one should always catch the chances life offered...

"I... you... what... what are you doing?" the other stammered. He didn't feel as if he'd twisted his ankle and had the impression the other knew as well.

"Carrying you, of course," Seishiro replied charmingly.

"But... but... the people..." he tried to protest to blush cherry red as he noticed one of the hotel's guests looking out of his room and staring at them.

"Well? Have you never seen a man carrying another because he was injured?" Seishiro asked, scowling at the intruder on their private moment. The man hurriedly returned to his room. The boy in his arms stopped squirming after that and simply made himself more comfortably, whispering a soft 'thank you'. He really was as adorable as a child right then.

"You're welcome," Seishiro replied before getting him inside the room and setting him down on the bed, to bend over him.

"Ah... what are you... I..." the youth stammered, blushing furiously again.

"Don't worry," he replied gently, almost soothingly, caressing his fine dark hair. "I'll be gentle with you. We won't do anything you don't like. I promise you'll enjoy everything I do. It'll be a night to remember..."

"I... I don't think... I mean... I'm about to get married and..."

"I'm not asking you for commitment," Seishiro reminded him, wondering why he felt tempted to ask for just that. He wasn't the type who would commit himself to someone, so it just didn't make sense. "Just one night. I don't know you, you don't know me. It'll be just one night. It's your bachelor party, you're allowed to enjoy it. Haven't you ever had sex before?"

"Actually... no, not really..." the boy stammered shyly and Seishiro felt strangely... happy. His. The boy was all his. He was his to taste for the very first time.

"Oh... and have you kissed anyone before? Because you're such a good kisser..." he stated, moving so close to him that their lips were almost touching, knowing he'd made the boy blush even more, but wasn't really able to see it because of how close they were.

"Once..." the other whispered in a strange tone. That wasn't so pleasant, he didn't like the idea of there being else someone else before him who'd tasted those sweet lips. That was what pushed Seishiro into action.

"Then allow me to teach everything else. You'll like it, I promise," he assured before bending down to kiss him again, wanting to obliterate the memory of the boy's previous kiss. He was gentle with the boy, almost disgustingly gentle, as gentle as he had never bothered to be before, as he had never believed himself capable of being, amazed by how each of his actions could cause such a reaction in the other and... vice versa. There had never been so much... heat between him and a previous lover. There had never been so much... pleasure... there had never been so much... kindness, caring, so much in fact that, had he not known better, he might have mistaken it for love. He couldn't love or be loved in return, could he? Not by this beautiful stranger that reminded him so much... so much of... but he didn't want to think about that... he...

He stared, for a moment into those beautiful, flushed features, admiring the now naked body under him and the boy shuddered nervously under his hungry gaze.

"Don't be scared. I'll take care of everything. I won't hurt you. I'll never let anyone hurt you..." he whispered, sweet lies that somehow felt sincere. Green eyes stared back at him before a gentle smile blossomed over those soft lips.

"I know. I trust you..." he answered and somehow that answer meant much more than what it seemed. They didn't talk further, they didn't want to talk further, unless one were to consider the following moans, whimpers and so on as a discussion. Then it was finished and they laid, tangled together in an embrace, in silence. Seishiro wouldn't have minded falling asleep like this, with his body half draped possessively over the other's, uncaring of how defenceless it would make him. No threat would ever come from the one next to him.

A distant memory of snow, falling camellias and blood came to his mind, 'You'll be killed by the one you love...' but he chased it away.(3) He didn't love the boy, he really didn't, he mused. He moaned in contentment as the other trailed those beautiful and slender fingers through his hair. Then again, lightly on his skin in such a gentle brush, it was softer than any caress he had ever received, he didn't love him, he just... he just...

"What's this?" the boy asked in a more curious and worried tone, fingers delicately moving over a faint scar on his upper arm.

"Just an old teenager scar," Seishiro replied dismissively, more harshly that he'd intended. He didn't like to be reminded of that moment of foolishness in his youth. It was always strangely... painful... "Don't trouble yourself over it."

"A scar?" the other echoed and there was pain laced in his voice.

"As a teenager I was a bit... hot headed..." he explained without really explaining. "I don't even remember how I got it." Actually, the truth was he didn't want to remember. He didn't want to remember such intense feelings, warmth and caring were rare, a kiss that had felt too good to be real, green eyes too beautiful to exist. That strangely seemed to match the eyes of the one with him, that spun an illusion far more perfect than one he could create. He didn't want to remember, so he didn't. There was no point in remembering, really. The boy turned away from him and Seishiro felt... disappointed... well, disappointed wasn't quite the word but... it fit anyway.

"Can I..." the boy began to ask, pointing to his cigarette pack that he had abandoned carelessly on the bedside table.

"Suit yourself," he replied shrugging carelessly and trying to not feel desperately neglected as he felt the boy under him shift careful into a sitting position and light a cigarette with graceful, almost hypnotic movements. There was something... unsatisfied, pained in him and it bothered Seishiro who raised himself as well, so they were eye to eye.

"Are you okay?" he asked, trailing his fingers gently on the boy's cheek, which immediately blushed at the question.

"I... hum, yes, you... you kept your word..." he stammered. Seishiro gave a pleased smile as his arm found his way around the boy's shoulders. He kissed him lightly before taking the cigarette from the boy's fingers and inhaling as well.

"You shouldn't smoke," Seishiro pointed out uncaring of the fact that he was a smoker too. "It's bad for your health," he chided gently before kissing the boy's forehead protectively.

"I don't think it'll matter," the other replied pessimistically. "It won't be for long."

"You're talking as if you had a terminal disease," Seishiro observed lightly as he stubbed the half smoked cigarette in the ashtray.

"Isn't that what life is?" the other countered, smiling patiently.

"I see someone's been reading books... then should I answer 'Carpe diem'?" he replied before nipping the boy's lobe, amused as how the other pulled away lightly, before he began to trail lower.(4)

"What... what are you doing?" the boy asked his hands automatically trailing into Seishiro's hair as the man teased one of his nipples.

"Enjoying the moment, aren't you?" he answered, looking at those green eyes that fascinated him so much.

"You..." the other said simply, smiling at him fondly before pulling him closer for another kiss, an odd mix of gentleness and passion. Then Seishiro had him lie down again before they decided to 'enjoy the moment' all over again.

Seishiro slept wonderfully well that night, the boy somewhat similar to the perfect Teddy Bear. As dawn's light started filtering the room he had a fleeting impression of someone caressing his hair very gently and almost lovingly, whispering 'see you next year', whatever that meant. Then, his source of warmth left him, moaning in disappointment as the bed got gradually colder, to the point it became almost disturbing and he opened his eyes lazily to find himself... alone. He sat up, looking around the room, searching for... he wasn't really sure what, then it dawned on him. He remembered that the boy was supposed to be boarding his plane early that morning, so he had probably already left.

He fought down the strange sense of coldness that possessed him as he moved to get up, wanting to leave that bed and that meeting behind him immediately. It didn't matter. It didn't matter. It didn't matter, itdidn'tmatteritdidtmatter...

Somehow, he didn't sound sincere. Not even to himself.

The boy had left him a note, a mere 'thank you' scribbled on a note pad, he had no idea what he was thanking him for. He fought down the urge to destroy the slip of paper, and put it in his wallet instead, without any real idea why. Another odd thing he'd collected that soon joined a white tissue with a red 'S' sewed on it, a paper tissue from an ice cream shop and an odd button from a child's particularly colourful shirt. Things that didn't matter either, really, because nothing mattered to him. Every person on the planet just felt like a glass to him. Glass to use and shatter as he pleased, but if that green-eyed boy was like a glass, why did he feel as if he was the one who'd been shattered?

He should have asked his name, his address, his telephone, his... something because it wasn't as if he wanted to see him again. Well, he wouldn't really mind and no, he didn't love him but if there was someone he could love, that one would have been... he... he should have marked him. He could have owned him forever instead of letting him go into the arms of a woman that... and they... they hadn't even hypothesised a next meeting... they...

Seishiro sighed, then left the room and went to bug the reception. They had to know the boy's name.

The idiot at the reception was still there and proved his lack of usefulness again. He couldn't tell him the boy's name but he gave him a piece of information he wasn't sure he had wanted to know. The room was always reserved for the Sumeragi Ichimon members and Seishiro knew very well who the Sumeragi were. It was a good thing they hadn't exchanged names. They wouldn't have gotten that far had they know who they were. Oh well, not that Seishiro cared much about who he slept with but... but a Sumeragi surely wouldn't sleeping with a Sakurazuka, would he?

Seishiro sighed again as he wondered what the boy's place in the Ichimon was. Well, the fact he was a Sumeragi explained the faint smell of power that he had sensed from boy, but didn't really help him determine the boy's position. People with great power usually masked it, so he couldn't tell if the boy had really possessed it or not. What would be the point of tracking him down, anyway? Sumeragi-kun was going to get married soon...

In a year, more like in a few months , the end of the world would arrive. In a year he would make it so that, if he couldn't have Sumeragi-kun nobody would. Nobody. He would give him to no one else. No one else.

To be continued...

JJ's Notes:

1. For anyone who wants to know, in this fic Hokuto died attempting to free Kakyou. I assume the men in black who were guarding Kakyou were Yakuza, especially because of the many connections between politicians and Yakuza in Japan. They could have also been Hinoto's Shikigami but... well, to me, it seemed odd that Hinoto's Shikigami would use guns.

2. I do assume Subaru is shielding his power from Seishiro and that Seishiro is doing the same with his own power. Both quite powerful, they don't manage to shield it completely however it's enough to stop them from realizing how powerful they are.

3. Sakurazuka Setsuka's words after Seishiro had given her the fatal blow.

4. I know I've read that quote somewhere... but I can't remember where! Maybe in 'La Coscienza di Zeno'? As for Seishiro's reply, it's Latin, it comes from a poem and it literally means 'Seize The Day' which can be used to mean 'Enjoy The Moment'.

JJ's Extra Notes:
Yes, it might be rather rude that Subaru and Seishiro didn't exchange names before doing what they did. Let's just say that Subaru, in his shyness and lack of practice with people, forgot. Seishiro, in his stubbornness to consider people unimportant, forgot to ask the name to the only one he judged important, too caught up by... other thoughts. Okay so each of them was too caught up in the other to worry about small details like names.
It's kind of funny how Subaru recognized Seishiro but Seishiro didn't recognized Subaru. Well, Seishiro was suffering from a big case of denial. Though, Subaru, for once, wasn't.
As for Subaru's shyness... Subaru is pretty shy in the manga and has no social life. Meeting a guy who looks a lot like his childhood crush, but who could be an enemy and who's trying to hit on him, while he's about to get married to a stranger should have been very embarrassing. Especially when it turns out Seishiro is both and Subaru still likes him.

Dictionary:
-chan: Name ending used to express affection and familiarity or to talk with a child
-kun: Young
-san: "Mr." or "Mrs."
Ichimon: "Family" or "Household" or "Clan"
Obaachan: "Grandmother" or "Old Woman"
Omiai: "Love Seeing". Formal Marriage Interview
Onmyoudo: "Way of Yin and Yang". Yin and Yang are the male and female forces underlying the movement and changes of nature. Onmyoudo is based upon the Chinese arts of astrology, divination and Taoist magic and also represents a mystical way of living in harmony with the forces of nature
Onmyouji: "Person who practices Onmyoudo". Basically a magician, sorcerer, diviner and astrologer
Shikigami: "Ceremonial God". Summoned creature that attends an Onmyouji
Yakuza: "8-9-3". How the Japanese mafia is called

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