Disclaimer-I do not own any of the characters from Yami no Matsuei and neither do i own the X-men or the character Storm. That right solely belong to Stan Lee and Marvel Comics.
Chapter 9: Sleeping with the Past
Damia! Look out!" Her twin brother yelled as an arrow tipped tail snapped toward her. Suddenly great white wings burst from her back as she took to the air out of harm's way. Swinging her sword in an arc, a searing slash of power erupted from the blade slicing the demon across its shoulder as black blood spurted from the wound. The demon howled in pain as it glared at the young woman. "
"You filthy mongrel. It will not be that easy to take down the twin dragons of heaven," Damia sneered in disgust.
"You will die for all the evil you have caused Ragnor," said her brother.
The demon growled in rage as its blood leaked from the wounds made by the heavenly twins. Its blood dripped to the ground burning it like acid. The huge three headed dog bared its fangs as it dived at the elder twin, but he spread his wings and leaped above the demon dog stretching out his arm with the palm of his hand facing down and invoked his spell. "Southern Cross Holy Shield!"
Suddenly a great transparent shield with a cross on its face appeared. Pushing down, he used his shield to pound the demon into the dirt. "Know your place demon, for I am the Northern Star, Damien."
"And I am the Southern Star, Damia," said the young woman coming to stand beside her brother.
Suddenly there was a gasp that came from the other side of the demon in the nearby forest. Standing there looking in horror was a young teenage girl. When the demon saw her, he lunged at the girl and grasped her between its sharp teeth. The girl screamed in horror and terror and begged the twins to sa ve her. Only her legs dangled out of the dog's mouth as she kicked her legs about wildly. "Stay where you are guardians or I will not hesitate in biting her in half and devouring her soul," ordered the middle head of the demon. The other two heads watched the twins through narrowed eyes.
Damia snorted and glanced at her brother, who only wore a smirk on his face. "Obviously, he doesn't know with whom he deals with," said Damien.
"I know that you pathetic guardians will not attack me because I hold within my grasp one of your charges which you are sworn to protect," replied the demon.
"I guess it is time we taught this filthy mongrel that our only concern is making sure trash like him does not survive to cause any more trouble," she sneered. Both twins raised their swords and launched themselves at the demon.
"You were warned," growled the demon in rage and closed its teeth around the screaming girl's body biting her in half.
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Alicia Muraki bolted upright in bed clutching a handing over her pounding heart, panting as though she had just run five miles. She looked around expecting to see the bloody remains of a girl but there was only darkness. She collapsed back against her bed and released a pent up sigh of relief. 'A dream.' She raised a shaky hand to wipe away the sweat from her face and the tears that fell from her eyes. She looked at her calender. February 3. That was strange. She usually have these strange terrifying dreams around December. But now, the dreams have been coming just about every night now. 'Not again. I have been having these strange dreams since Kai arrived at the monastery bleeding and near death. God, I hate this.' She rested an arm across her forehead.
Suddenly she heard someone pounding against her door. Frowning, she just laid there. 'Maybe they will go away.' Unfortunately, it persisted but with much more force. "Dammit!" she serged to her feet, stubbed her toe in the dark and was finally able to turn on the lights. Grumbling to herself about killing the fool that woke her, she stomped up to her front door and yanked it opened looking very viciously at a stunned and blushing Seiichiro Tatsumi.
"What in the hell are you doing here? And how in the hell did you get my address?" she raged at him.
Pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, he smiled. "Your brother gave it to me."
"That bastard." Alicia hissed through clenched teeth. 'He knew I would be asleep around this time. Oh, I'm going to get you for this. You rat fink.' "Okay, that's one question answered. What about the other question?" she scowled angrily.
"Well, I was . . . wondering if you would to go out on . . . a date with me?"
She stared at him as though he had lost his mind. Without saying another word, Alicia Muraki slammed the door close in his face.
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When Tatsumi arrived at Alicia's penthouse, he couldn't believe how well she lived. They called it a penthouse but actually it was an entire floor that she rented exclusively for herself. He had read up on the Kurenai warriors. Their training was very strict and often very brutal at times. Only the strongest were made warriors and only someone with incredible spiritual powers was ranked as zero. According to what he read, a person like that has enough spiritual power to devastate half the earth if they are not taught how to control and contain it.
Anyway, straightening his tie, he raised his hand and knocked on the door. There was no answer. He knocked again. Still, no one answered. Remembering that before he left the ministry, Muraki told him that his sister often wore headphones over her ears when she listened to the radio and the doctor told him he would have to bang really loud. So, he took his fist and banged it against the door. The wooden door trembled from the force of the pounding. He did this twice before the door was yanked open to reveal a disheveled looking Alicia dressed in a pink Sailor Moon nightshirt that stopped at her thighs. She looked so cute with her tousled hair and flaming eyes. He could not help the blush that he knew was staining his cheek. Then something occurred to him. 'Was she asleep?'
Her angry voice snapped him out of his thoughts. She had demanded he answer her questions as to what he was doing at her door. She was fuming when he told her that her brother had given him her address. And when Tatsumi asked if she would go out on a date with him. Well, she slammed the door in his face. He wasn't expecting that.
Tatsumi was beginning to feel like he was being used in the Muraki sibling's family squabble. Sighing he was about to leave when the door opened revealing Alicia looking sympathetically at him.
"Come on in," she said opening the door wide for him to enter. She led him into the living room. Alicia sat down and patted the seat beside her. Tatsumi took the hint and sat down beside her. "So, I take it Kai didn't tell you that I always go to bed at seven and that once awake I tend to strangle the life out of whoever wakes me up."
"If I had known that I would have waited until the morning," said Tatsumi reassuring her.
'I bet that bastard is laughing his ass off at my expense.' Alicia sighed. "It's okay. You didn't know. So, you want to go out on a date with me?"
"Yes." He nodded his head.
"Why?"
Tatsumi frowned and was about to ask her why she would ask such a question when she answered for him.
"You have to understand, Mr. Tatsumi. For as long as I have been alive, no one has ever wanted to be around me. I was a freak that people either stayed away from, beat up badly, I might add or called horrible names. So, I ask again. Why do you want to go out on a date with me?"
"Why would anyone want to call you a freak? You look absolute lovely to me," he said with a slight blush tinging his cheeks.
"You're sweet but look at me. I'm a dark-skinned person with white hair and silver eyes. I was called demon, monster, freak, mutant, weirdo and an assortment of other colorful names I won't repeat." Alicia smiled bitterly to herself. "But the name I hated most was being called 'Storm.'"
"Why?"
She laughed. "See in America, there is this comic book called the X-men and they were all mutants. There was this character in the book called Storm. She was a mutant that was able to control the weather. You might say I was almost a carbon copy of her except that her eyes were normal while my eyes are silver."
"I see."
"I hated it when those kids used to say, "Hey Storm, why not whip up a cool breeze for us. It's so hot." And then they would all start laughing at me and calling me a freak."
"I'm sorry for all the pain and humiliation you were put through but I hope you won't blame us all for the stupidity of a few," he said smiling at her. "I am asking you out because I think you are very beautiful and I want to get to know you."
"Doesn't the ministry frown on relationships between a mortal and immortal?" she asked arching a delicate brow.
"What they don't know won't hurt them." He winked an eye at her.
Alicia chuckled to herself and agreed. "Very well Mr. Tatsumi, how can I argue with logic like that."
"Please, call me Seiichiro."
"Okay." She got to her feet. "Would you like something to drink?"
"Don't you want to go back to bed?"
"Nah. Once I'm up, there's no going back to sleep."
"Oh, okay, thank you. I would." And they spent the remainder of the night making dinner plans and talking about other things.
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Kazutaka opened his eyes and found himself surround by an endless darkness. How did he get here? And where exactly is here, anyway? And how was he able to see in the blackness? He did not know but he could. So many questions and no answers to help him. He felt a warm body against him and held it close to him. Expecting it to be Tsuzuki, he was shocked to see that it was in fact a young woman. Unfortunately, he could not see the face of the woman. Even though she looked up at him, her face could not be seen. "Are you all right, Damia?" He heard himself say, although he knew that it was not him speaking. Was he dreaming or was he looking through the eyes of someone else? When she spoke, her voice was gentle and very sad. In the back of his mind, he could not shake the feeling that the girl's voice sounded familiar. There was a feeling of warmth and love that he felt for her that surrounded his heart. He knew that this, Damia, was someone truly special to him, or special to the person whose dream he was in. This was so confusing. He looked around and sighed as they continued to float around in the void. "Damien, how long do you think we have been here?" she asked.
"I wish I could answer that but I have no clue," he said tightening his hold. "We could have been in here for ten thousand years for all we know."
"Why are they punishing us?" she asked resting her head agaisnt his chest. "We were only doing what we were trained to do."
"I guess by putting human lives in danger. We sort of defeated our purpose of protecting them."
"Do you think we were wrong?"
"Well, our purpose is to protect and we did not do it." He rested his chin on top of her head. "So, I guess, we were wrong and deserved to be punished."
Suddenly, there was a stream of light that cut through the darkness to wrap around him. The light tried to pull him out of his sister's embrace. "No!" Damien screamed as he clutched to her tightly but the light was persistent as it finally broke their embrace. Damien reached his hand out to his sister grabbing her by the hand. As the light pulled him away, the darkness held her back. Damien had his fingers entwined tightly with those of Damia's.
"No! Damien! Don't leave me here alone!" she cried out in hysterics as she held his hand tightly in her grasp. But in the end, the siblings were torn away from each other.
The darkness held onto the screaming, sobbing Damia while the light pulled Damien farther and farther away from his beloved sister. "Damia! I will find you no matter where you are or how long it takes! We will be together again!" he screamed out his promise to her.
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Kazutaka awakened from his sleep with tears falling from his one good eye. Wiping the moisture from his eye, he took a deep breath to steady his rapidly pounding heart. 'What was that? Was I dreaming or was that some past life I was reliving?' He sat up raking his fingers through his hair. 'Damien and Damia. Who are you and why am I dreaming about you?' He sighed and looked at the clock. It was almost eight. He had to get ready for his date tonight. Forgetting the weird dream, he stands up and looks at the velvet black box sitting on his dresser. He smiles and thinks, 'Tonight is the night my afterlife takes a dramatic change for the better.' He went to his closet and took out a cashmere sweater and a pair of brown slacks and placed them on the bed. Then he quickly got undressed and stepped into the shower. Tsuzuki would be arriving in fifteen minutes.
By the time Tsuzuki did arrive, it was twenty minutes after eight. Opening the door, Tsuzuki stood in the doorway holding out a handful of white roses as an apology. Tsuzuki was surprised to say the least. He didn't think Muraki had any other color clothing except white. It was very pleasing to see him in something other than the white suites. "I'm sorry for being late."
Muraki smiled as he took the roses. "Here I thought I was suppose to be the one giving you roses." He inhaled the delicate scent of the roses. "Where on earth did you get the money to buy these." He placed the flowers on a small table that was near the door and helped Tsuzuki out of his trench coat and jacket. "You must have spent your entire pay packet to get these."
"Shhhh," he whispered in a quiet tone. "I didn't buy them. I sort of picked a few from the lord's garden on my way here. But don't tell him, he may tell Tatsumi not to pay me for the next six months and how would I survive."
"You are so sweet, Asato." Muraki cradled both of Tsuzuki's cheeks and pressed his lips against those of his lover's in a chaste kiss. "I love you."
"I-I love you too." Tsuzuki blushed, looking down at his feet.
"Well, I guess we should go inside and eat. Saikai has fixed us a wonderful meal." He placed an arm around Tsuzuki's waist and led him to the dining room. Taking their seats, Saikai served dinner.
After dinner, they retired to the living room with two glasses and a bottle of very old and very expensive Chardonnay. As they sat on the sofa before the fireplace, they continued their talk about what their day was like. Muraki laughed as he told him about sending Tatsumi to Alicia's apartment.
"What's so funny about that?" asked Tsuzuki.
"Well, because Kurenai warriors are very strict and creatures of habit. It is trained into them to go to be early. It has something to do with letting the excess energy settling back into them after fighting demons." He shrugged his shoulders and continued. "Anyway, Alicia is in bed by seven," said Muraki laughing. "And she becomes as pissed as an angry snake when awaken. Then she won't be able to go back to sleep."
Tsuzuki frowned. "Kind of childish isn't it?"
"Yes, but it's fun. Call it payback for cramming my precious Veronica and my other dolls into those smelly boxes."
Tsuzuki just shook his head in disbelief. It's still a shock to his system to see the once insane, cold blooded, sadistic, murderer so sweet, happy and full of life. It's so strange and out of character. He turned his gaze to stare into the dancing flames in the fireplace. 'Was this the person you were suppose to be Kazutaka, before your brother possessed you?'
"Is something wrong, Asato?" the white hair man cocked his head to the side staring at his lover puzzled.
"Oh no, nothing is wrong. In fact, everything is right." He smiled sipping his wine.
"Okay," Muraki said smiling. "Anyway, I have something I have to ask you."
"Well I'm all ears," he said taking another sip of his wine.
"Okay, as I've told you, I have loved you since the day I saw your picture in my grandfather's records. It was all I had of you so I would kiss your picture before I went to bed at night and kiss it when I wake up in the morning. Although at the time, I resigned myself to the fact that I would never see your face. I prayed that fate would give me a chance to tell you how much I loved you. Although, I never imagine it would be in such a deranged way as when we finally met face to face." He pressed his forehead against Tsuzuki's forehead and sighed sadly. "My soul screamed when all those awful things were done to you by my hands. But I was locked inside Saki's madness with no way out. For my weakness beloved, I am truly sorry."
"I understand believe me. I know what it is like to be possessed." Tsuzuki kissed his lips as he remembered being possessed by that mutt, Sagatanas.
"You are so kind, Asato and I want you to know . . ." Muraki got down on one knee. "That I want to spend the rest of my eternity with you." He took the small black velvet box out of his pocket and opened it to reveal the diamond and amethyst engagement ring. "Asato Tsuzuki would you do me the honor of marrying me?"
Tsuzuki sat on the sofa with his eyes wide like saucers as he watched Muraki removed the ring from its velvety bed and placed the ring on his finger. Tsuzuki was speechless.
"Well Asato, do you accept my proposal?"
"I- I . . . " He stared into the smiling face of Muraki and his heart filled with so much love. He smiled down at his love. "Yes, I will marry you." He flung himself into Muraki's arms and they fell backwards onto the plush carpeted floor. Tsuzuki sealed his acceptance of the proposal with a long, passionate kiss.
Breaking the kiss, Tsuzuki pushed the cashmere sweater up Muraki's chest and pulled it over the doctor's head. Muraki made quick work of the button's to Tsuzuki's shirt and pulled the cloth down his arms and threw it over his head. Pulling Tsuzuki down for a kiss, Muraki took the opportunity and flipped them over so he was now on top while Tsuzuki was beneath him. "Now my beloved, I will give you a sample of our wedding night," Muraki said panting against Tsuzuki's lips. His hands snaked down between their bodies to caress Tsuzuki's growing erection.
Tsuzuki moaned as Muraki nipped his earlobe and moved down to attack his neck in the same manner. Tsuzuki's own hand slipped in between their bodies as he began to unbutton and zipped down Muraki's pants. Then he slipped his hands into his lover's pants and began to stroke the hard flesh. Muraki groaned and began to thrust his aching length into Tsuzuki's fist. Muraki could feel heat pooling in the pit of his stomach as his cock began to throb painfully.
"No more," panted Muraki as he pulled himself out of Tsuzuki's hand before his orgasm struck. Taking deep breaths, he let his racing heart slow and let the blood in his vein cool as he pinned Tsuzuki's wicked hands above his head. Muraki lowered his body against his fiance's. Tsuzuki moaned when Muraki stroked his aching length against Tsuzuki's throbbing cock.
Tsuzuki cried out in pleasure as Muraki nipped and sucked his nipples until they were pebble like nubs. He trailed hot, moist kisses down the length of Tsuzuki's body. The purple eye guardian writhed and moaned beneath his lover. "More," Tsuzuki moaned and begged. Muraki stopped to kiss and delved his tongue into the writhing guardian's navel.
Tsuzuki nearly bucked Muraki off of him as the pleasure was becoming too much for him to take. And he cried out in sheer elation as he felt his lover's mouth swallow him whole. Sweat glistened over their skin as heat serged through every vein in their bodies. Muraki raised his head to stared down at his beloved and smiled. "Beautiful." Was all that Muraki said before he swallowed the throbbing flesh once again.
Muraki had a thought. Sitting up, he grabbed the wine bottle and poured what was left of the wine over Tsuzuki's body. The purple eye guardian squeaked in shock as the cold wine touched his hot body. Before Tsuzuki could say anything, Muraki lapped the wine from his body. The taste of wine and sweat was very intoxicating to the doctor. He needed to taste more. Muraki closed his lips around the wine soaked cock and sucked hard on the length. Tsuzuki's back arched off the floor as he thrust his length deep down Muraki's throat. As the constricting muscles closed around his length, Tsuzuki came with a scream.
Muraki continued to suck every last drop out of his lover until he laid against the floor breathing exhausted. "Mmm mmmm, you taste delicious," he said licking his lips. Muraki picked up his wine glass and poured what was left over his own cock. Then he positioned himself at Tsuzuki's entrance and thrust forward. Tsuzuki groan in pain as Muraki sheath himself to the hilt inside him. Muraki was panting hard as he had to force himself not to move against the tight heat that surrounded his throbbing erection.
As he became use to being filled, Tsuzuki moaned in pleasure as he began to thrust himself onto Muraki's length. "Move," pleaded Tsuzuki.
"Your wish is my command," Muraki said smiling. At first, his thrusts were slow and tender so he wouldn't hurt his beloved.
"Mmmm, more. . . harder," he moaned. "I want . . . need to feel you moving inside of me. Harder. Faster."
How could he ignore such a passionate plea? Muraki's thrusts became faster and harder as he angled his hips to strike Tsuzuki's prostate. The purple eyed shinigami howled as his fiancé continued to hit his prostate with each thrust. Muraki closed his hand around Tsuzuki awakening erection and Tsuzuki cried out in ecstasy wrapping his legs around Muraki's waist. Muraki wrapped his arm around Tsuzuki's waist and pulled him up with him as he sat back on his knees. Pressing a kiss against his lover's sweat-soaked throat, Muraki thrust upward making Tsuzuki howls once again.
Tsuzuki squirmed and writhed and impaled himself on Muraki's hard erection as the doctor continued to stroke his hot throbbing cock. He could feel the heat pool into the pit of his stomach as he felt himself coming closer to completion. It was like the stars in the heaven had exploded before his lust coated eyes as he came all over their stomach and chests.
Muraki felt his entire body strain with pent up tension. He had to go deeper. He thrust himself viciously upward as he felt as though he would explode and in a burst of blinding light, Muraki's essence poured into his exhausted lover. They both collapsed to the floor still locked in their embrace as their heavy breathing began to slow.
Once their breathing was back to normal, Muraki spoke. "Did you enjoy your sample of what to expect on our wedding night?" he smirked.
"Did I ever," said Tsuzuki cuddling close to him as they remained on the floor before the fireplace. He released a loud tired yawn and fell asleep in the arms of his true love.
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In a large dark cave, the heavy breathing of some great beast echoed off the wall as the sound of crunching bones filled the air. Suddenly the sound came to a halt as two pairs of red eyes glowed in the dark. "I know you are there." It sniffed the air and snarled in contempt.
"So, this is where you have been hiding for the past two hundred years," came a silky male voice out of the dark.
The beast looked in the direction of where the voice had come from and turned to see nothing. "Why do you hide? There is no need of that. Your stench is familiar. I know what you are." The beast took another sniff. "Ah, but you are one of the defeated ones." The beast could smell the hate wash over the person in thick waves. "What do the likes of you want with me?"
When the voice spoke again, there was not a trace of anger in its voice. "You should learn to air out your den. The scent of decaying human flesh is too strong for anyone not to notice."
"I'm touched by your concern but I don't think you have come here just to tell me about my household habits. What do you want defeated one?"
The voice chuckled. "I've come here to tell you that two friends of yours have appeared."
The beast waited patiently and then spoken when the voice would not say any more. "What friends, might that be?"
"The ones that put you in this pathetic sorrowful state."
The red eyes narrowed dangerously as it waited for the voice to speak those hateful names.
"The dragon twins of heaven, Damien and Damia."
The beast howled in rage. "Where?" it growled.
"I will take you to them."
Suddenly the beast stared around the room narrowing his eyes once again. "Why would you want to help me? What's in it for you?"
"You may think its vanity but after my fall I heard so much about the dragon twins. All the information I got said they were powerful and undefeated. It was boasted that they maybe even be stronger than Michael. And that they are stronger than me. I am here to see if what they say is true."
"I see," said the beast. "So tell me, what name shall I address you by defeated one?"
"I am the one who fought alongside Michael when Lucifer and his followers were tossed into hell. I am Raylene, the Just."
