Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Angels By Blood, Bound By Fate ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )
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By: DemonGirl-Setsuna 
Anime/Manga: Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Hentai / Adventure / Shounen | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.02.2012 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 211 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Hentai / Adventure / Shounen | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.02.2012 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 211 | Status: Work In Progress
Angels By Blood, Bound By Fate
By. DemonGirl-Setsuna
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DemonGirl-Setsuna: Hi there! Setsuna here!
Tsuzuki & Hisoka are being tracked/watched by Aya.
Now, what will happen next?
Anyway…
Here is Chapter 8!
Please Enjoy!
*Disclaimer: I don’t own Descendants of Darkness/Yami no Matsuei or anything belonging to Yoko Matsushita.*
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“This is as far as I can take you”, Watari states from the cab of his truck as everyone climbs out, “Are you sure you’re all going to be alright?”
“We’ll be fine Watari-san”, Ruka reassures, “I’ve already called ahead and our transport will be here by tomorrow”
“What are you guys going to do until then?”
“I’ve reserved rooms at the inn”, she says.
“Alright…”, he sighs, starting his vehicle back up.
“I’ll see you later, Watari!”, Tsuzuki calls out, waving.
“Thank you for the ride here, Watari-san”, Hisoka thanks, bowing.
“Sure thing kid”, he informs, giving a thumbs up before driving away.
“Particularly interesting guy…”, the young angel mutters.
“He’s always been like that”
“T-Tsuzuki…?”, he gasps, startled by the older male’s sudden appearance beside him.
“He’s always tinkering with electronics and the sorts”
“Electronics…?”
“Lam ps, cars, stuff like that”
“Oh…”, he blinks, ‘I still have even more things about earth that I need to learn about’, he mentally notes.
“Hey, what are the two of you gawking at?!”, Ruka shouts, “We’ve got to check into the inn!”
“W-wait for us, Onee-sama!”, her sibling exclaims, gently grabbing hold of Hisoka’s wrist and pulls him along.
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“Ow…!’, Hisoka hisses in pain, wincing as he pulls the shirt over his head to change into a inn-provided yukata, he reaches behind his back to locate the source of the discomfort and finds his shoulder-blades unusually warm to the touch, ‘Is it my wings…?’, he wonders.
“Don’t take your wings out until we get to the spring, it’ll hurt more to take them out than it did going in”, he heard Tsuzuki’s warning echoing in his mind.
‘But they’re hurting so much and they are not even out!’, he mentally sobs, as tears begin to build in his eyes.
//Perhaps you should go soak in the hot-springs…//, he heard the voice in his mind suggest, //Heat can work wonders on relieving pain…//
‘Are you sure…?’, he questions.
//Positive…//
“Fine then…”, he sighs; having no better idea in reducing his pain, as he slips on the light-weight cotton-kimono and steps out of his room, heading in the direction Ruka had told him the hot-springs were.
Upon sliding the wooden-screen-door to step out into the onsen-area, he suddenly stops when his eyes fall upon a young-woman with long brown-hair already in the heated-water, her back towards him.
“U-uh…”, he stammers, “I-I’m sorry… Apparently I’ve stumbled onto the women’s spring…”, he explains, when she turns her head towards him, but her bangs hid her eyes from view.
“You have the correct spring young man”, she giggles, “The hot-springs here are mixed-bathing”
“Mixed-bathing…?”
“It means men and women share the hot-spring at the same time”
“I see…”, he mutters, adverting his eyes as she starts to climb out.
“Don’t worry about it”, she reassures, “Inns with mixed hot-springs are becoming rarer and rarer”
“Huh?”, he gasps, looking up at her and sees that she had already wrapped a towel around herself and that she was a few inches taller than him.
“I’ve done enough soaking in the springs for today”, she says, lightly patting the top of his head as she walks past him, “The springs are all yours now”
“Thank you Miss”, he states, bowing.
‘He’s extremely well-mannered…’, she mentally notes, allowing a violet-blue eye to peek-out from underneath her bangs to get a better look at him, ‘I won’t expect anything less from Nagare’s son…’, Aya chuckles in her head with a smirk.
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Hisoka strips out of the yakata and steps into the heated-water, he slowly immerses his body into the liquid and feels some of the pain in his shoulders subsiding, but when he leaned back to rest against the rocks he bolts upright again, barely cutting off the scream of pain that threatened to tear its way from his throat as he clutches at his back.
“Hisoka, are you alright?”, he heard someone ask.
“T-Tsuzuki…?”, he stammers, spinning around as he stood up and sees the older-angel starting to strip out of light-kimono.
“Is something wrong?”, he questions, climbing in.
“No, nothing’s wrong…”, Hisoka responds, moving away from the older-man to the other side of the pool; putting distance between himself and Tsuzuki.
The violet-eyed angel regards his companion with mild-curiosity, “Huh…?”, he gasps, spotting two angry-looking red-welts on the younger-angel’s shoulder-blades; directly on the locations his wings would sprout from, “Hisoka, the area on your back where your wings are located , it feels hot to the touch and hurts to move your shoulders, doesn’t it?”
“H-how did you know?!”, he exclaims, quickly turning around.
“I believe Onee-sama had told you a little about the time I had broken one of my wings, so I would know how it feels like with a shattered-wing; that includes the pain and the heat”, he informs, “How long has it been aching?”
“It started the day before yesterday…”, he answers, hugging himself.
Soon after he could feel feather-light touches on his upper-back that seemed to cool the burning in his shoulder-blades, causing him to glance over his shoulder, “Tsuzuki…?”, he questions.
“I may not look it, but I do know some healing-spells”, he states, pressing harder against the welts, “Even if it can only relieve the pain and discomfort for a few days”
“Thank you…”, he whispers, moments before he starts to waver and fall forward.
“Whoa!”, Tsuzuki shouts, quickly catching the younger-male, “Are you okay?”
“I-I’m just a little headed… that’s all…”, he says, clutching his head.
“You’re probably over-heating from the hot-spring”, he points out.
“Most likely…”, he mutters, tightly holding onto the arms that held him up-right.
Tsuzuki supports Hisoka’s body as he practically carries the male to the edge of the pool, lifting him from the water and wraps a yakata around his frame, all the while glancing around the area and spots a bottle & glass of liquid beside the pool, and momentarily leaves Hisoka’s side to investigate the container.
Upon finding the contents still cold, he brings the jug over to the younger-angel, “Here, drink this. It’ll cool you down”, he says, offering the bottle.
With shaky hands, Hisoka takes the bottle and slowly shallows the cool-liquid.
“Better?”, he asks, as Hisoka lowers the container.
“Not sure…”, he quietly replies, as Tsuzuki tugs on his own yakata.
“Let’s get you back to your room”, he suggests.
“Okay…”, he murmurs, as he grips the kimono close and is carefully helped back to his feet.
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“How are you feeling?”, Tsuzuki asks, as he gently helps Hisoka onto his futon.
“I’m not sure…”, he replies, wavering as he holds his head.
“You should sit down, Hisoka”
“Alright…”, he nods, lowering himself onto the mattress with the older male’s aid, “Tsuzuki…?”, he mumbles.
“What’s wrong?”, he questions, glancing downward.
“I’m starting to feel weird…”, he answers, as his cheeks became flushed.
“Hisoka, your cheeks are turning fever-flushed!”, he exclaims in alarm, “I’m going to get Onee-sama”, he says, turning towards the door, only to stop when he feels Hisoka grab the sleeve to his yakata, “Huh…?”
“Please don’t go…”, he begs, while looking extremely frail and vulnerable with his kimono drooping on one-side; exposing his pale-shoulder, flushed-face and staring up at him with pleading half-lidded green-eyes through unruly light golden-brown bangs.
“I’ll stay”, he agrees, finding himself glued where he stood by the younger-angel’s appearance.
After several moments of silence, Tsuzuki finally steps forward and sits down next to him and he could feel the fair-haired angel rest his head on his shoulder.
“Comfortable?”
“Very comfy…”, Hisoka sighs in contentment.
“Hisoka…?”, Tsuzuki questions after a few minutes, but doesn’t receive an answer, “Hisoka…?”, he repeats, glancing down at his companion only to find him sound asleep against his shoulder.
He gently lays the younger-angel down onto the bed, but when he attempts to get up and leave he could still feel Hisoka’s hand tightly holding onto his yakata.
“Not going to let me leave, huh?”, he mutters, residing himself to the fate of being Hisoka’s human-sized teddy-bear, lying down next to him and protectively wraps an arm around him.
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DemonGirl-Setsuna: Well? What did you think? Please review!
So, how was that little bit of fluff?
And Aya has made contact with one of her adjectives…
But she didn’t do anything, except talk to him…
What is she up to?
Join me when I post Chapter 9!
Catch you readers next time!
By. DemonGirl-Setsuna
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DemonGirl-Setsuna: Hi there! Setsuna here!
Tsuzuki & Hisoka are being tracked/watched by Aya.
Now, what will happen next?
Anyway…
Here is Chapter 8!
Please Enjoy!
*Disclaimer: I don’t own Descendants of Darkness/Yami no Matsuei or anything belonging to Yoko Matsushita.*
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“This is as far as I can take you”, Watari states from the cab of his truck as everyone climbs out, “Are you sure you’re all going to be alright?”
“We’ll be fine Watari-san”, Ruka reassures, “I’ve already called ahead and our transport will be here by tomorrow”
“What are you guys going to do until then?”
“I’ve reserved rooms at the inn”, she says.
“Alright…”, he sighs, starting his vehicle back up.
“I’ll see you later, Watari!”, Tsuzuki calls out, waving.
“Thank you for the ride here, Watari-san”, Hisoka thanks, bowing.
“Sure thing kid”, he informs, giving a thumbs up before driving away.
“Particularly interesting guy…”, the young angel mutters.
“He’s always been like that”
“T-Tsuzuki…?”, he gasps, startled by the older male’s sudden appearance beside him.
“He’s always tinkering with electronics and the sorts”
“Electronics…?”
“Lam ps, cars, stuff like that”
“Oh…”, he blinks, ‘I still have even more things about earth that I need to learn about’, he mentally notes.
“Hey, what are the two of you gawking at?!”, Ruka shouts, “We’ve got to check into the inn!”
“W-wait for us, Onee-sama!”, her sibling exclaims, gently grabbing hold of Hisoka’s wrist and pulls him along.
----------------
“Ow…!’, Hisoka hisses in pain, wincing as he pulls the shirt over his head to change into a inn-provided yukata, he reaches behind his back to locate the source of the discomfort and finds his shoulder-blades unusually warm to the touch, ‘Is it my wings…?’, he wonders.
“Don’t take your wings out until we get to the spring, it’ll hurt more to take them out than it did going in”, he heard Tsuzuki’s warning echoing in his mind.
‘But they’re hurting so much and they are not even out!’, he mentally sobs, as tears begin to build in his eyes.
//Perhaps you should go soak in the hot-springs…//, he heard the voice in his mind suggest, //Heat can work wonders on relieving pain…//
‘Are you sure…?’, he questions.
//Positive…//
“Fine then…”, he sighs; having no better idea in reducing his pain, as he slips on the light-weight cotton-kimono and steps out of his room, heading in the direction Ruka had told him the hot-springs were.
Upon sliding the wooden-screen-door to step out into the onsen-area, he suddenly stops when his eyes fall upon a young-woman with long brown-hair already in the heated-water, her back towards him.
“U-uh…”, he stammers, “I-I’m sorry… Apparently I’ve stumbled onto the women’s spring…”, he explains, when she turns her head towards him, but her bangs hid her eyes from view.
“You have the correct spring young man”, she giggles, “The hot-springs here are mixed-bathing”
“Mixed-bathing…?”
“It means men and women share the hot-spring at the same time”
“I see…”, he mutters, adverting his eyes as she starts to climb out.
“Don’t worry about it”, she reassures, “Inns with mixed hot-springs are becoming rarer and rarer”
“Huh?”, he gasps, looking up at her and sees that she had already wrapped a towel around herself and that she was a few inches taller than him.
“I’ve done enough soaking in the springs for today”, she says, lightly patting the top of his head as she walks past him, “The springs are all yours now”
“Thank you Miss”, he states, bowing.
‘He’s extremely well-mannered…’, she mentally notes, allowing a violet-blue eye to peek-out from underneath her bangs to get a better look at him, ‘I won’t expect anything less from Nagare’s son…’, Aya chuckles in her head with a smirk.
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Hisoka strips out of the yakata and steps into the heated-water, he slowly immerses his body into the liquid and feels some of the pain in his shoulders subsiding, but when he leaned back to rest against the rocks he bolts upright again, barely cutting off the scream of pain that threatened to tear its way from his throat as he clutches at his back.
“Hisoka, are you alright?”, he heard someone ask.
“T-Tsuzuki…?”, he stammers, spinning around as he stood up and sees the older-angel starting to strip out of light-kimono.
“Is something wrong?”, he questions, climbing in.
“No, nothing’s wrong…”, Hisoka responds, moving away from the older-man to the other side of the pool; putting distance between himself and Tsuzuki.
The violet-eyed angel regards his companion with mild-curiosity, “Huh…?”, he gasps, spotting two angry-looking red-welts on the younger-angel’s shoulder-blades; directly on the locations his wings would sprout from, “Hisoka, the area on your back where your wings are located , it feels hot to the touch and hurts to move your shoulders, doesn’t it?”
“H-how did you know?!”, he exclaims, quickly turning around.
“I believe Onee-sama had told you a little about the time I had broken one of my wings, so I would know how it feels like with a shattered-wing; that includes the pain and the heat”, he informs, “How long has it been aching?”
“It started the day before yesterday…”, he answers, hugging himself.
Soon after he could feel feather-light touches on his upper-back that seemed to cool the burning in his shoulder-blades, causing him to glance over his shoulder, “Tsuzuki…?”, he questions.
“I may not look it, but I do know some healing-spells”, he states, pressing harder against the welts, “Even if it can only relieve the pain and discomfort for a few days”
“Thank you…”, he whispers, moments before he starts to waver and fall forward.
“Whoa!”, Tsuzuki shouts, quickly catching the younger-male, “Are you okay?”
“I-I’m just a little headed… that’s all…”, he says, clutching his head.
“You’re probably over-heating from the hot-spring”, he points out.
“Most likely…”, he mutters, tightly holding onto the arms that held him up-right.
Tsuzuki supports Hisoka’s body as he practically carries the male to the edge of the pool, lifting him from the water and wraps a yakata around his frame, all the while glancing around the area and spots a bottle & glass of liquid beside the pool, and momentarily leaves Hisoka’s side to investigate the container.
Upon finding the contents still cold, he brings the jug over to the younger-angel, “Here, drink this. It’ll cool you down”, he says, offering the bottle.
With shaky hands, Hisoka takes the bottle and slowly shallows the cool-liquid.
“Better?”, he asks, as Hisoka lowers the container.
“Not sure…”, he quietly replies, as Tsuzuki tugs on his own yakata.
“Let’s get you back to your room”, he suggests.
“Okay…”, he murmurs, as he grips the kimono close and is carefully helped back to his feet.
----------------
“How are you feeling?”, Tsuzuki asks, as he gently helps Hisoka onto his futon.
“I’m not sure…”, he replies, wavering as he holds his head.
“You should sit down, Hisoka”
“Alright…”, he nods, lowering himself onto the mattress with the older male’s aid, “Tsuzuki…?”, he mumbles.
“What’s wrong?”, he questions, glancing downward.
“I’m starting to feel weird…”, he answers, as his cheeks became flushed.
“Hisoka, your cheeks are turning fever-flushed!”, he exclaims in alarm, “I’m going to get Onee-sama”, he says, turning towards the door, only to stop when he feels Hisoka grab the sleeve to his yakata, “Huh…?”
“Please don’t go…”, he begs, while looking extremely frail and vulnerable with his kimono drooping on one-side; exposing his pale-shoulder, flushed-face and staring up at him with pleading half-lidded green-eyes through unruly light golden-brown bangs.
“I’ll stay”, he agrees, finding himself glued where he stood by the younger-angel’s appearance.
After several moments of silence, Tsuzuki finally steps forward and sits down next to him and he could feel the fair-haired angel rest his head on his shoulder.
“Comfortable?”
“Very comfy…”, Hisoka sighs in contentment.
“Hisoka…?”, Tsuzuki questions after a few minutes, but doesn’t receive an answer, “Hisoka…?”, he repeats, glancing down at his companion only to find him sound asleep against his shoulder.
He gently lays the younger-angel down onto the bed, but when he attempts to get up and leave he could still feel Hisoka’s hand tightly holding onto his yakata.
“Not going to let me leave, huh?”, he mutters, residing himself to the fate of being Hisoka’s human-sized teddy-bear, lying down next to him and protectively wraps an arm around him.
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DemonGirl-Setsuna: Well? What did you think? Please review!
So, how was that little bit of fluff?
And Aya has made contact with one of her adjectives…
But she didn’t do anything, except talk to him…
What is she up to?
Join me when I post Chapter 9!
Catch you readers next time!