The samurai walked through the trees slowly with
silent steps, like a ghost recently expelled from its grave, leaving no trace of his
passing. It was with some slight unease that he moved, trapped in the unfamiliar
constraint of blue jeans, brown sweater, and leather motorcycle jacket thats many
zippers flashed and jingled in the dim light. Like a grizzled old wolf he appeared, proud
and wise with dark blue-green eyes flashing about warily, fierce but worn and tired of
fighting. The remembrance of arrogance was in the set of his broad shoulders, the
once-cruel twist of his mouth was softened to something much gentler, and yet something
remained of the Jackal in his features. In silent testimony to his past a scar cried out
in silence, the mark almost older than the memory of it, shaped like a cross on his face,
but inverted, the tip rising high above his left eye. He was unnerved by the life around
him, he felt as if the spirits of the living things turned accusing eyes on him and damned
him for everything he had killed without reason. They would not, could not understand that
it had been his past, that he was changed now
or if they did, they still would not
forgive him. The Jackal moved on, knowing that he deserved every bit of hate the living
things unleashed upon him, huddling slightly against the onslaught, and then he tilted his
head slightly to the side as he heard the soft, bubbling laughter of running water. The
warrior moved towards the sound of a waterfall, hoping to find solace in the bright water
as it rushed over the stones . . . the soothing sound might allow for some modicum of
peace.
Slipping through the trees, the warrior pushed aside the
twigs that threatened to snag in the soft itchy wool of his sweater, the underbrush barely
rustling against the press of blue-jeaned legs and heavily booted feet. His mouth almost
curved into a smile as he near-stumbled out of the forest and up to a stream, his eyes
catching the flash of the water as it tumbled down over smooth, dark stones. But then his
eyes moved away from the water to the familiar figure next to the stream, and something
tightened in his chest so ruthlessly that all of the air in his lungs was pushed out in a
soft wheeze.
The young man knelt, momentarily unaware of the samurais
presence, seeming to shine in a simple white kendo dogi, almost as bright as the gleaming
blade of the no-dachi that lay on the soft green grass in front of him. The old warrior
had seen that pale, graceful form fierce in battle, moving as if in a dance
. But he
had never seen him like this. The young man was kneeling with his hands curled on lean
thighs, golden-topped head slightly bowed in meditation or in prayer, the samurai was not
sure which.
The peaceful, breathless moment was broken as the young
warrior jerked his head upwards, the presence of the old samurai ripping across his psyche
like an orange-brown comet. He spun around and came to his feet all in one fluid, feline
movement, Korin Ken seeming to vanish off of the grass and reappear in his slim, powerful
hand, a faint light shimmering from the long blade and softly illuminating the young mans
fair features. Blue-violet eyes were filled with surprise and some of the old apprehension
as his gaze settled upon the ancient samurai, and the samurai took a step backwards
towards the concealing comfort of the forest. The trees cried out angrily with voices
softer than the wind rustling through dead, dried up leaves, beseeching the young
swordsman to take vengeance upon this bringer of death, whose hands still bore the stains
of the blood he had spilled, no matter how many times he washed them. Both men stood
still, barely breathing, eyes sharp and violet boring into deep sea green until the old
warrior felt them touch his soul. He held up his empty hands in supplication, as well as
to show he bore no weapon, no malignant design on the swordsmans life. The tip of
the glowing no-dachi dipped slightly toward the ground.
"Anubisu
" the young blond breathed, awe
and wariness edging the astonishment in his voice. He stared at the samurai in awe, never
having actually seen him out of the Yami yoroi, but there was no mistaking the familiar
presence that tickled on the edge of his mind, or those brilliant blue-green eyes.
"Seiji no Korin," the old, dark-haired samurai
replied, offering him a small, polite bow. Seiji blinked, and then flipped Korin Ken
easily in his hand, slipping the tip of the blade into the ground before bowing in
response.
"It is good to see you again, Korin."
"It is
interesting to see you again, Yami. I
have not seen you since
"
"The battle, yes. How are the others?"
"Oh, they are all well. We are all well. It is nice
to have peace again. Umm
how are your
companions?"
"They are all fine. Kayura is well, and Naaza and
Rajura have been bickering less than usual
" Anubisu chuckled softly, and Seiji
blinked, startled by the low, purring, pleasant sound. "Now that the rebuilding of
the Dynasty realm is complete, we all have time to relax."
"That explains your presence here
?"
"I suppose so
Kayura does not really approve of
our coming to this realm, but sometimes we manage to slip away
I was drawn here, I
do not know why
"
"Perhaps it was my armor
yours is its
counterpart, you know that."
"Yes
" Anubisu nodded slowly. "I have
been thinking about that often, of late
we compliment each other, you and I
for
what is life without death? Each is meaningless without the other
The light is
blinding without darkness to temper it... and in darkness, with a total lack of light,
again, you see nothing. Many would consider my power evil, but death is neither good nor
bad. It just is. I chose once to use my power for evil
but now that I am no longer
misled, I can use it for good."
Seiji blinked a second time, curling one hand around the
no-dachis hilt and leaning against it slightly. "You tell me this because
?"
"I fear retribution. And I beg forgiveness."
The swordsmans feathery blonde brow arched upward,
his one visible violet eye widening in surprise. "Forgiveness? From me? What
for?"
"You are the one I most hurt. I know my wanton
destruction of living things must have greatly disturbed you
"
Seijis lips tightened slightly, his eye narrowing
for just a moment before he shrugged. "Yes."
"I am sorry. I know that the living things will never
forgive me, but I thought that perhaps you at least might
" Anubisu shoved his
dark-skinned hands into his pockets and took a step towards the blond swordsman.
Seiji cocked his head slightly to the side, regarding his
former enemy thoughtfully. "I think that I forgave you all when you attacked Arago
you were not truly evil, any of you, you had just been misled."
"The other MaSho and I, we were companions once, like
you and your friends
. We were dearly close
But then our eyes became clouded by
hate, and our hearts hardened by jealousy and greed." Anubisu sighed softly. "We
have tried to regain that same camaraderie, but knowing what we have done, and without
Shuten Doji, it can never be the same
our talks are filled with long silences, and
our laughter is always tinged with sadness
ah, Oni, if only we had seen when you
did."
Seiji bit his lip, releasing his grip on Korin Ken and
letting his hand drop to his side. He stared at his old enemy even as the Yami MaSho cast
his sad gaze down at the ground, huddling in the protective depths of the leather jacket
and bulky brown sweater. The Jackal suddenly looked so lost and vulnerable, Seiji almost
went to him and took his dark-skinned face in his own pale hands, perhaps to murmur gentle
reassurances and perhaps to kiss the juncture of that cross-shaped scar. But the blond
swordsman held his ground, hands curled into half-fists against his lean white-clad
thighs, fighting off the strange urge to comfort someone who had never been his friend.
Anubisus voice, when he spoke again, was very soft,
almost so quiet that it did not reach the swordsmans ears. "Do you hate me,
Seiji no Korin? For what I did?"
Seiji bit his lip again, studying the older man carefully,
thinking a long moment before he answered. "No
"he murmured softly, and
Anubisu lifted his eyes to look at him. "No, you were only doing the will of your
master. I may have called it hate, what I felt at the time in my childish breast, but deep
down inside myself, I never hated you. I feared you, and I felt for you when I discovered
you were human
I only realize all this now, as I am older, and no longer fighting
I have more time to think about it all."
"As do I." Anubisu pulled his hand out of his
pocket to run his dark fingers through his thick blue-black hair.
Seiji continued to stare at Anubisu a moment, frowning
pensively, before he finally turned away from the samurai and resumed his kneeling
position next to the waterfall. Anubisu blinked and began to move towards the trees again,
considering himself dismissed, and then Seijis gentle voice spoke again.
"Come and sit next to me."
Anubisu hesitated just a moment, shoving his hands deeper
into the leather jackets pockets and staring at the back of Seijis head, and
then he moved forward and dropped to his knees beside him. Together they looked out at the
waterfall as it rushed over the ancient stones and fed the small stream, small fish and
water bugs rushing around in a small reed-protected pool of calm just inches away from
their knees.
The Jackal turned to look at Seiji questioningly, but the
young man continued to stare out over the water and at the forest beyond. Anubisu was a
bit startled to find that he was glad hed chosen to sit on Seijis left side,
since he had a view of the young mans face unobstructed by the fall of soft golden
hair. He had never had the chance to look at the possessor of the Korin yoroi so closely
before, and now he took every opportunity to examine the swordsman as closely as possible,
to commit his counterparts features to memory.
Seiji was handsome
no, he was beautiful, too
effeminate in his features to truly be called handsome. His eyes were large and framed
with thick, dark eyelashes, and had now assumed a soft silver-gray color as he gazed off
into the distance. His nose was sharp, narrow and perfect, and turned up just slightly: it
added to the youthful look that pervaded his features. Seijis skin was flawless and
pale, it looked as if it would be smooth and soft to the touch, and his mouth was
innocently sensuous, with lips not too full or too thin, but achingly inviting. His hair
was silky and gold, too pale to be called honey-blond, and it gleamed softly in the
sunlight. The light loved him, it suited him, it turned his skin to milk and his hair to
spun gold, and it made him glow with a soft, almost unnatural luminescence, until he
looked more like a creature sent from Heaven than a young man in simple white clothing.
Anubisu turned to look at the surface of the water again, biting his lip and beating down
the tide of warmth that suddenly rushed through him before the urge to take Seiji into his
arms and kiss those sweet lips overcame him.
"Shten was right," he said quickly,
needing to break the pregnant silence that stretched between them. "I wish I had
realized it when he told us
I wish I had realized it in the first place, so long
before
it would have saved the world a lot of grief. I feel like such a fool."
"You are not a fool, Anubisu. You were simply blinded
by your loyalty." Seijis voice was soft, liquid warmth, and a shiver passed
down Anubisus spine.
"Before Arago
My name was Sasaki
Kujuurou," Anubisu said quietly. He could feel the young mans eyes on him as he
continued to gaze into the water, watching a small gleaming fish dart about and snatch
invisible things out of the cool, clear water.
"You want me to call you that, then?"
"If you wish
may I call you Seiji?"
"Of course
Kujuurou."
They lapsed into silence once again.
The old samurai absorbed the tranquility of the stream,
drawing his knees up to his chest and smiling faintly as he watched the sunlight sparkle
off of the water. Seiji watched him, fascinated, awed that this peaceful-looking man
sitting next to him was the same person as the one whod been his dreaded enemy not
so many years before. He could not imagine that lithe, powerfully muscular frame inside
the Yami yoroi, that deep, warm voice speaking so cruelly, those sparkling, depthless
blue-green eyes glaring out from the openings in the black and brown helm and promising
death and pain. That Jackal seemed someone else entirely, more a creature than a man, a
bringer of death, while this next to him was alive and serene and completely human.
Anubisu reached out and traced the surface of the water
with his fingertips, watching the ripples spread over the surface from his touch. The fish
and insects scurried away from him, simply in the fear they held for all things larger
than they, and not from the terror of what he was. And then he nearly fell into the water
in shock as Seijis pale hand suddenly floated into his field of vision, passing like
a ghost over his face to brush light fingertips across the cross-shaped scar.
"Before Arago?" the blond asked softly. Anubisu
swallowed and nodded, something catching in his throat. Seiji smelled of bright metal and
sandalwood, faint sakura, and something else, something more subtle and exotic.
"Yes," he replied, his voice barely more than a
breath.
"You were a samurai?" Seiji was so close,
Anubisu could feel his warm exhalation, could feel the movement of the young mans
lips against his cheek when the blond spoke.
"Yes," he repeated, not daring to move.
"I wonder what it would have been like to live in
that time," Seiji mused, continuing to trace the lines of the scar with a touch as
light as a moths wing. "I wonder if Arago would have recruited me
"
Anubisu did not speak for a long moment, carefully
regulating his thoughts so that he would not squeak or stammer when he spoke, working his
tongue around in his suddenly dry mouth. "He might have. You are very strong. I dont
think youre as greedy and arrogant as we were, though
there might have been
too much goodness in you. Then again, those were different times. Perhaps you would have
been a different man."
"Perhaps
" Seiji murmured. He withdrew his
hand and sat back slightly, but did not move very far away. Anubisu could feel the warmth
of his body, or imagined he could, through the bulk of the jacket and the itchy brown
sweater. Pressing his lips together and letting the corners of his mouth quirk downward,
Anubisu slid his arms behind him and shrugged out of the leather jacket, letting the
garment fall carelessly onto the ground.
"Are you warm?" Seijis gentle voice washed
over him as the young man leaned close enough that the white cloth covering his chest
brushed against the brown sweaters sleeve, the swordsmans scent drifting once
again across his senses. Seiji's presence was a soft green in the Jackals
consciousness, the heat of his body and his nearness intoxicating, and Anubisu found that
he was very warm indeed. Seiji was so young, so vibrant and alive, like a fresh young
sapling thrust boldly out of the ground, green and trembling and new, daring to grow on
barren land where nothing else would. He took the old warriors hands in his, gently,
rough calluses pressed against calluses, his hands as delicate and pale as starfish
against the old warriors nut brown skin. He was so warm, and gentle, the Halo
hovered around him like a tangible aura, and the living things all around seemed to lean
towards him, like green leaves turn to seek the sun. And suddenly Anubisu wanted to taste
him, to experience that life force, not to overwhelm it and extinguish it as he had when
serving Arago, but to study and explore it with tender hands. The Jackal turned to look at
Halo, trying to read the expression in the swordsmans one visible eye, and at the
same time trying to still his own breathing
when had it assumed that quickened pace?
And when had his heart begun to thud against his ribcage so hard, as if it were trying to
escape?
"We are the only ones who understand," the blond
whispered, looking deep into Anubisus eyes and noticing that they had changed from
deep sea green to wolf blue. "My companions and yours, we are the only ones who can
understand what we have been through. The others and I, we have tried to assume normal
lives here, but we can never be the same. We have been changed forever." Seiji
pressed his lips together slightly and looked down at their hands. He looked so fragile,
thin and pale, with eyes like watercolor violets, but Anubisu knew the power and the
strength that his slim frame possessed.
"Sometimes
I have nightmares." The
admission was delivered in little more than a whisper, as if the possessor of the Korin
yoroi was embarrassed.
"I have nightmares, too," said Anubisu, and he
could not help but chuckle softly when that sharp violet gaze was fixed on him once again,
thin golden brows lofted. "You look so surprised
the Yami MaSho cannot have
nightmares? When Arago was my master, I did not dream often
but I had many
nightmares. And I have nightmares now, about fighting you, and about all the things I
needlessly killed
plants, animals, people
things that I enjoyed killing
"
Seiji blinked, and then looked down at their hands again,
a faint blush tingeing the pale skin of his cheeks a faint rose. "I more considered
you the subject of nightmares
I never thought that I could be as well."
"Everyone has their own demons, and sometimes those
demons bear pretty faces. The demons of dark creatures are beings of light
"
"Am I still your demon?" Seijis words were
as soft as the breath of the wind, and the expression on his pale, lovely face was
inscrutable.
"You still haunt me, yes. But we are all haunted men,
each and every one of us. The ghosts of our past will never go away. I suppose I still
haunt you, too."
Seiji looked out at the water before he nodded once,
slowly. Anubisu heaved a soft sigh and ran his hand over the back of his neck, frowning.
"I wish I could say that we could just put it all behind us, but that just isnt
possible. We have to live with what we have done
the other MaSho and I have to live
with the sins we committed. We have dreams, mostly, the nightmares are few these days
we dream of perhaps coming to this realm and trying to live out a normal life among the
people of this world
perhaps even settling down and starting families
but they are simply dreams. No one in this world can understand what we have gone through
no one but us." He turned to look at Seiji again, his eyes deepened back to the
fathomless deep greenish blue, the depths of them swirling with an almost hypnotic warmth.
"Us, and you."
Seiji blinked, and then nodded a second time. "Ryo,
Touma, Shuu, Shin and I have had the same dreams, I think. We never actually said it to
each other, but I think that we all know that its just not going to happen. We kind
of started to shun the outside word, and we even
" The blond swordsman trailed
off and looked out at the water again, quickly, a faint blush spreading once again across
the smooth, pale surface of his cheeks.
"Took solace in each others arms?" Anubisu
queried gently. Seiji nodded, surprised at himself for revealing so much to his former
enemy. It must have been their armors connection; he could feel the Korin yorois
power humming softly throughout him, almost seeming like a content purr, as if it approved
of the strange bonding going on between himself and the Yami. He did not know if it was
just a sensation in his mind, or in his heart, or from the mystical bond he shared with
his counterpart, but he felt very close to his old enemy
he felt almost as if he
could tell the ancient samurai anything. His emotions lurched within him, suddenly wanting
to spill forth, thoughts and feelings and memories that he hadnt even shared with
his warrior friends, and he had to fight hard to repress them. Anubisu seemed to sense his
inner turmoil, the warrior had asked little of him during their conversation, and he now
remained silent as he reached out to lay a large hand on Seijis white clad shoulder
in something akin to a caress. Seiji unconsciously leaned toward him, exhaling a deep
breath that he had not known hed been holding.
"Seiji
" Anubisu murmured, leaning closer
to him.
"Anu
. Kujuurou
" The young swordsman
turned to look at him. They were exact opposites, all the way down to their build and
coloring. Anubisu was dark-skinned, with blue-black hair and dark eyes, solidly built
where Seiji was slender, broad-shouldered with rock hard muscles that were apparent even
through the thick fabric of his sweater, and were even more visible beneath the denim of
his worn blue jeans that fit him almost as snugly as a second skin. He was handsome, but
almost ruggedly so, thick dark brows almost overshadowing his narrow, wolfish eyes,
strong-jawed with a sensual, almost cruel mouth, a slight cleft accentuating the proud jut
of his chin. His scar only served to make him look more fierce, and he would always look
fierce, no matter how gentle his eyes were
how gently they were looking at Seiji
now. The young warrior couldnt help but gasp when the Yamis dark-skinned hand
brushed against his cheek, his flesh startlingly warm, strong fingers tangling in Seijis
soft blond hair to push it upwards and out of his eyes.
"I am old, but you are wise. Perhaps there are things
you can teach me," Anubisu breathed, staring deep into Seijis blue-violet eyes.
The young man stirred, his garments rustling as he moved, edging closer to the old samurai
until a warm, white-clad thigh pressed against an equally warm jean-clad one.
"You have lived over a million lifetimes," Seiji
replied, tracing his fingertips lightly along the line of Anubisus jaw. "What
could I possibly teach you?"
"The time in the dark realm seemed but a few years to
us," the Jackal said, shrugging one shoulder dismissively. " And you could teach
me love, Seiji." Anubisu leaned closer to him, his breath warm on the blonds
skin. "I have dwelled so long in darkness
. You could show me the Light."
"Kujuurou
"
"Say it again."
"Oh, Kujuurou
"
Anubisu closed his glittering eyes and exhaled softly,
running his fingers through the soft golden silk of Seijis hair. "It has been
so long since someone has called me that
I love the way you say my name,
Seiji."
"And I love the way you say mine
" Seiji
leaned closer to him, eyelids slipping lower over pale blue-violet, velvet smooth lips
trembling against Anubisus mouth. The Jackal made a noise deep in his throat and let
his head dip forward, his lips meeting the Halos in a tender kiss. Seiji continued
to let his fingertips float across Anubisus jaw, his other hand rising to press
against the bigger mans chest. Anubisu kissed him slightly more deeply, tongue-tip
tracing the soft curve of Seijis bottom lip as he tangled both hands in the
swordsmans soft hair. Seiji trembled and moaned softly, parting his lips so that he
could dart his own tongue out to meet his old enemys. Anubisu let one hand slide
down the pale column of Seijis neck, pushing aside the pristine fabric of the
swordsmans dogi to caress the smooth skin of his shoulder. Seijis hips
twisted, one lean leg sliding forward to rest on top of Anubisus denim-clad thighs,
and Anubisu dropped his hands to curl his fingers around the blonds waist and draw
him into his lap. Seiji moved to straddle him willingly, never breaking the contact of
lips on lips as he twined his tongue around Anubisus. The young swordsman tasted of
Springtime to Anubisu, sweet scent-laiden breezes and flower nectar and birdsong. The old
swordsman tasted of Autumn to Seiji, freshly harvested loamy earth and nuts roasted over
the comforting warmth of bonfire and the cry of birds in migration. Seijis hand slid
down Anubisus throat, callused fingertips strangely smooth against the dark,
sensitive skin, and then he ran both hands over the front of the sweater, feeling the Yamis
powerful muscles through the thick, soft brown-dyed wool that covered his torso. They
continued to kiss as Anubisu freed Seijis other shoulder from the confines of his
white garments, and then the dark-skinned soldier finally broke the contact, leaving Seiji
to gasp in the afternoon air as he dipped his head forward to brush his lips across the
smooth, pale skin of the young blonds shoulder.
"Kuj
Kujuurou
" Seiji panted and
clung to the older man, his wide eyes staring up at the sky in awe. He tilted his head to
the side willingly and pressed his body against the others as Anubisu trailed a
series of hot kisses up the side of his neck, each one sending a shockwave through Seijis
body and eliciting heat from his groin. Anubisu tugged on the white cloth and Seiji
dropped his arms to his sides, his slim, muscular body slipping easily out of the dogi and
leaving it to puddle uselessly around his slim waist. The swordsman pushed insistently at
Anubisus brown sweater and the Jackal chuckled softly, tangling his strong fingers
around the hem of it and jerking it swiftly upwards over his head, then he tossed it
aside. Seiji brushed his fingertips lightly over Anubisus powerful torso, tracing
the planes of muscle with a loving touch, leaning forward to kiss the hollow of the older
mans throat before he slid further into his lap, strong thighs clasping around
Anubisus waist as Seiji pressed his slender body against him. Anubisu buried his
face in Seijis throat and inhaled the scent of his hair.
"Did you ever imagine this?" he murmured softly,
his breath warm on the blonds skin.
Seiji started to shake his head and then stopped as he
realized he secretly had thought about it, wondering about the play of light against dark,
and how their bodies would twine and essences intermingle, seduced by the mystery of his
enemys dark power and the gleam of those wolf-fierce eyes. He shivered, trembling
like a new leaf in a spring breeze, and whispered, "Yes, I did."
"I did as well
you were
are so
beautiful
" Anubisu kissed Seijis shoulder softly, and then he placed
another warm kiss on the skin just behind the delicate shell of Seijis ear, soft
blonde hair tickling his nose.
Seiji wrinkled his nose slightly, splaying his fingers
across the warm skin of Anubisus back. "Is that all that attracted you to
me?"
"No, not at all, Seiji
" Anubisu sounded
slightly offended as he nuzzled the side of Seijis neck. "You were beautiful,
yes, and you shone like a star
but you were so powerful. You always ended up besting
me, or at least our battles would end in a draw. You were strong, and fierce, but still
gentle somehow
I could feel you mourn for each and every thing that I killed. At the
time, I considered it weakness, but I still thought of you while I was alone, away from
the others and the suffocating presence of Aragos mind, when night fell like a
blessing upon the Dynasty. I secretly wished that I had that ability to care, and that I
could somehow get you to care for me
oh, such thoughts were traitorous indeed. I
would scoff and tell the others that I simply wanted to dominate you, when they lay with
me and sensed your presence always at the back of my mind
but I knew that it was not
true. Perhaps I wanted then the same thing that I want now
for you to cleanse me of
my sins, and heal my war-torn soul."
Seiji bit his lip, sliding his palms slowly up and down
Anubisus back. "I do not know if I can do all that
but I will see what I
can do."
"You have already accepted me into your embrace,
Seiji no Korin. It is a step, a large step, in the right direction. I never imagined that
I would ever get even this far."
"You have gone this far," Seiji murmured,
pulling away from him slightly. "And you will go further
" He placed his
hands on Anubisus shoulders before the old samurai could say another word, pushing
him gently backwards. Anubisu gave him a stunned look for a moment before he complied with
the blonds wishes, stomach muscles twitching beneath his skin as he leaned back
slowly, and then came to rest in the soft green grass.
Seiji leaned forward to kiss him as his hands moved down
from Anubisus shoulders, his touch flitting feather-light over Anubisus
nipples. The Yami moaned softly into Seijis mouth, his body arching towards the
young mans sweet caress. Seiji kissed him more deeply, his tongue exploring the warm
cavern of Anubisus mouth as he rocked his hips against the others softly,
drawing more moans from Anubisus throat. The older man pressed his hands against the
small of Seijis back and pressed him harder against him, a shuddering sigh working
its way from between their lips just before the blond pulled away, his breath coming in
short, panting gasps.
"Seiji?" Anubisu whispered, a question mingling
with the naked desire in his eyes, flowing into the swordsmans mind through the
tentative mental bond their armors had forged between them.
"Yes." Seiji breathed in response. "Yes,
Kujuurou."
Anubisu smiled and pulled the young man down towards him
again, tilting his head up slightly to claim Seijis in a tender, passionate kiss.
The last of their clothing vanished quickly, torn away by two pairs of hands, one
pale-skinned and one dark-skinned, both sharing the same impatience.
They tangled together, darkness and light entwined, the
yin and the yang, cool twilight hovering in the air between them. The waterfall played
softly nearby, water splashing on the breasts of bare rocks, the forest rustled and hummed
with life, and the sun swung across the sky, the clouds turning crimson and scarlet and
gold as night raised its bluish-purple head on the eastern horizon, stars winking into
being. They noticed none of it, the two men beside the stream: Time stood still for them.
Warm breath mingled between them, smooth muscles sliding under sleek skin as their pressed
together, fitting so perfectly against each other like two pieces of the same puzzle, one
smelling of the gentle newness of spring and growing things, and the other smelling of the
musky-sweet scent of decay. The air around them was hushed, the forest still, as if the
animals and plants huddled in silence in deference to them. The only sound besides the
gentle song of the water was their own breathing, like the soft rustle of wings, the ravens
and the doves, two hearts beating in time, two parts of the one glorious whole.
Breath quickened, muscles became taut as their bodies arched, the rising moon glittering
on the sheen of sweat that had come over lily white and cinnamon brown skin. Spirit
tangled in the air around them, above them, the dazzling light of Halo and the Darkness,
glowing with a beautiful un-light of its own, casting unnatural luminescence over their
entangled forms. Seiji cried out softly, and Anubisu answered him, the boundaries
shattering for just a moment as they poured into each other, their essences bleeding into
each other, light and darkness combining until they were One. Their bodies were rigid,
still as stones as they flowed one into the other, and then the contact was shattered as
Seiji collapsed onto Anubisu, his chest heaving as he hitched for breath. Their Spirit
withdrew into their own bodies once again, but left some of its presence imprinted upon
the others soul, filling a void that neither had ever known was there. Anubisu
stroked Seijis soft, sweat-damp hair, murmuring soft Words that neither could
understand as he stared up at the stars sparkling like bright gems against the velvet
backdrop of the sky, unaware of the tears that trickled down his sun-browned cheeks. Seiji
kissed his smooth brown skin, feeling damp against his lips and tasting salt. He blinked.
"You are crying
" he cried out softly,
before a glistening drop of moisture fell softly onto Anubisus skin. With a start,
Seiji realized that the teardrop had been his own.
"Something has happened," Anubisu whispered,
pulling his blue-green eyes away from the sky to meet the blonds startled gaze.
"Can you feel it?"
"Yes
but I dont understand it
"
"Nor do I. Shhh
perhaps we arent supposed
to. All I care about is that I am here with you
and I am at peace for once."
"You are?" Seiji touched Anubisus cheek.
"Yes."
Seiji dropped his head to nestle himself against the broad
expanse of Anubisus chest, his cheek on the old samurais throat feeling the
pulse of life through his veins. He felt inexplicably peaceful as well, his limbs filled
with languor, but the peace itself did not stem from the sleepy feeling that tugged his
eyelids slowly down over his eyes. It was as if the thing he sought so much in sleep,
prayer, and meditation, what would calm the fearful rattle of his soul after all of the
battles hed fought in the Korin yoroi, had finally come to him within his old enemys
embrace. Nuzzling his face against Anubisus neck and shoulder, he brushed his
fingertips lightly over the samurais chest and smiled when the older man heaved a
deep, contented sigh. "Sleep," the blond commanded softly.
"Yes, sleep
we will discuss this in the morning
"
Anubisu wrapped his arms lightly around Seijis torso. Suddenly he chuckled, the
sound rumbling through his chest and against the young swordsmans ribcage.
Seiji blinked, the corners of his mouth twitching into a
slight frown. "Whats so funny?"
"What will your friends think?"
The blond blinked again, and then laughed lightly,
pressing a kiss against Anubisus shoulder before yawning lazily. "Do we really
care?"
Anubisu chuckled again, closing his eyes. "No."
"Then go to sleep."
High above, the moons pale face
smiled upon them as it slowly swung through the sky, the stars sparking with laughter.
Soft movements resumed in the forest as the two men dropped off into slumber, for once,
simply men and nothing else. The only indication that they were anything else was the soft
aura that glowed around them, hazy gray-purple twilight, the illumination of light and
darkness combined. The two men would never be the same.