Pairings: 58
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Written for the 100_roadtrips's "Ghost" challenge.
Leave, they scream.
The bodies are piled around him, demons, demon prince, and.
Hers.
Leave. The sentiment flows from the mouths of their open wounds; his own hisses up at him from his belly. His hand presses down, to stem the words, and they stutter.
Something stings at him.
Oh, his claws.
Some instinct of his youkai-body tells him, in the silence, how to leave.
And, somehow, rain hits his body as his body hits the floor and the floor is not stone.
It’s the muddy compacted dirt of a road.
Knows this glowing one. Young, for one so old. Innocent, for one in the middle of such corruption. This one shines, and not with the slime of rot.
In many ways, his (his?) duty is to protect this brilliance from taint.
And for that he needs more control than this body has.
One steel band, made of will, snaps on.
This child, moving like he knows the ground will always be there because he creates it because he’s part of it because as long as he knows where the sky is (where the sun is) he will be able to stand.
(Ten-chan, where are you?)
A second steel band, like a smile curling open, appears.
Hand, seeping up his side, liquid, languorous. It is a question and a request (will you stay here?) and he arches into the body, spooned behind him, in reply. There is a smell of cherry wood (stay?) and something alive (please?).
A third steel band, like laughter, comes home.
And he is human again.
Mud squishes beside him and he knows he did not move, so it must be someone else.
He opens his eyes and red that is like blood greets him (stay?).
Is this death? Red-that-is-like-blood reminds him of the dead and the death that he gave.
If this red is death, he welcomes it.
Tenpou smiles.