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Transformations



 



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So what was he to do? He had to think of something to make
himself useful. Here he was not all powerful, and worse not in charge. He had
not his armies to command, although the man called Hakkai now seemed to allow
him a certain degree of influence over his decisions. Small things as to what
he would like to have for dinner, whether he would like to go out or not, and
where he wanted to sleep. Perhaps memories from his past incarnation which had
somehow found their way into Hakkai’s subconscious, or his psyche. Perhaps
simply; because they had always been there. He who was now Hakuryu wouldn’t put
it past this man called Hakkai to remember, as he had always been a cut above
the average, more astute and more intelligent than anyone else he had known.
Why he was drawn to him in the first place. He could put it down to the
rationale that he was loathe to merely lose a man (or two for that matter) to
exile. So here he was and powerless. Well not exactly powerless. He still
mulled over the question of usefulness. Dragons do not take on the mantle of
idleness easily. They hibernate yes when they need to but that need was different
from laziness.



All this while pondering the issue from a basket lined with soft
cloths and a little cushion. Hakuryu espied a periodical peeking out from under
Hakkai’s (well it was actually his former Taisho’s) bed. It was
interesting to see in this life as then the general’s largesse for lust had not
changed much at all. Hakkai must have missed it when tidying up last or perhaps
it was new and Gojyo had put it there so it wouldn’t be thrown out double
quick. The little dragonet hopped out of his space and pulled at it. Just for a
quick look mind. Aesthetics to a dragon tended to be qualities unseen. Although
he was not going to deny that Tenpou then or in any other incarnation could be
anything else other than beautiful.



So he started to flip through the magazine. He snorted in
disgust, as the contents on page after page all looked the same. However
thought processes started to quicken a little when he got to the middle pages.
No it wasn’t the ladies, not that they weren’t comely; but what they draped
themselves over. There were a few types. These were four wheeled vehicles.
Machinated. It could be done he supposed. Which to choose and would he ‘work’
once he took form…hmm it looked all a bit complicated. Something useful…not
that red low one with only space enough for two…that was not practical. And he
if he was anything was pragmatic. The cream one with the no 53 on it was not
dignified at all. Aah! Yes how about the green one. It appealed to his military
nature. The green would also suit his master; of course aesthetics didn’t come
into it! His master…Hakuryu was used to thinking of Hakkai in those terms now.
It was the truth of this reality now, and he did not regret it at all.



Anyway, yes the green one. It was sturdy, practical, it had
storage space and it seated four at least. Hakuryu wondered if Hakkai had the
knowledge to operate one of these things. It was only a momentary thought, in
passing. It never occurred to the dragon that there was anything the man could
not do. So great was his faith in his Marshall. He looked and studied more
closely the pages and thankfully there were some specifications that would help
in the transformation. Now all he had to do was find somewhere private to
practice. He did not want to be caught out if it was going to be perfect. After
all the presentation of a gift needed perfection in the giving of it.



…Three days later…



Hakkai wondered idly to himself. Where’s Hakuryu?
Hakuryu was usually snuggled up in his basket when Hakkai was at home. Or
perched round his neck if he was reading. But he did notice that in the last
week prior to his frequent disappearances over the last three days, the little
dragon was thoughtful and quiet.   



Maybe he had fallen out with Gojyo. Not that his red headed
friend disliked Hakuryu. Gojyo just had it in his head that Hakuryu had it in
for him. No, Hakkai was not sure what to call the relationship between the red
head and dragon, anymore than he could put a name to what Gojyo and Hakkai had
in terms of relationships. Love-hate was too strong and not enough at the same
time. There was trust, yes, a grudging respect; and in some strange kind of way
there was the feeling that they would pull through for him should he require
it.



Maybe Hakuryu needed to hunt more because he was not feeding him
enough. Maybe it was hibernation time. Hakkai really was not sure what dragons
did, and when they did whatever it was that dragons do. But he was not overly
worried. Hakuryu; Hakkai was sure would let him know soon enough if he was not
happy with something in an aspect of his life now with Gojyo. Hakkai had to
admit that he did let himself be ruled by the dragon. It pleased him to do so,
he couldn’t put his finger on it and it was not because Hakuryu was some kind
of pet.



It was dark now, and Hakuryu still hadn’t turned up, and
Gojyo was out. And if the truth be told Hakkai was lonely. Bereft of dragon and
housemate. The house seemed empty and quiet. Not though unoccupied, as the
smells of each individual left a pervasive stamp akin to the marking of
territory. Hakkai sighed again. Well the two would return when they did so he
did the only thing left to do. Hakkai went to bed.



…A few hours later…



Ow! He cursed, as he thought. Who put that shelf
out here
? And what was a shelf doing out here? Gojyo open a bleary
eye to take in his surroundings. Maybe he took a wrong turn somewhere. He
usually let instinct take over nearing a certain distance from home and let his
legs take him on auto pilot back to the roost. And maybe this one time his auto
pilot steered him a bit off course. But no there was the house and he was on
the right path, albeit with everything wavering slightly. At least he was home.



He looked down at the object which had brought him out of
his stupor. What the h…! There was a jeep parked outside their home. It was
nice and shiny, and as far as he could make out perhaps it was green. Too dark
to really tell.



Kyuu!



Hakuryu was out here too. He sobered up quick. Was there
trouble? Had Hakuryu flown into the… the jeep and was he hurt somewhere? Where
was Hakkai? The jeep looked military…maybe someone had come looking for Gojyo
and took Hakkai instead. He better tread carefully. He ducked down in the cover
of the vehicle. He leant against it whilst he collected his panicked thoughts.



Kyuu!



Gojyo nearly jumped out of his skin. Hakuryu sounded really
close then but couldn’t see hide nor scale of him. Alright maybe if he made a
run for it into the house he could sneak up on whoever was inside the house. It
seemed dark and quiet so maybe the perpetrators had let down their guard. But
of course it could be a ruse to trick him. Aah! Why did he not stay in that
night? As he quietly fished out his key and unlocked the door. Hoping he was
being silent enough. He crouched down low as he turned the handle, and pushed
the door as softly and as he could.



An iron hand clamped down on his wrist on the door knob,
pulled him in and slammed him against the wall. Obviously not silent enough.



Gojyo!



Hakkai!



A torch shone in his face, but thankfully Hakkai had the
presence of mind not to shine it directly into his eyes and blind him. Why
did you grab me
? He queried his friend. Ahahaha you’re not normally so
silent so I took you for an intruder
. Came the quiet reply. In the dim
light Gojyo gestured to his lips signaling for quiet and pointed to the
outside. We may have intruders anyway. He stated softly. The two men
made their way over to the windows and took a peek outside. In the still dark
they could just make out the form of the jeep.



After a few minutes and having ascertained that they were the
only two occupants around and still devoid of dragon. Hakkai put the lights on.
Well there’s no one out there…but there definitely is a jeep parked in front of
our house
. They were looking it over now, clambering over it and just generally
checking it out. Hakkai climbed into the driver seat and put his hands on the
steering wheel and as he rested against the back of the seat. It felt right,
him sitting there. He put his hand on the gear shift. It was round and smooth
to his touch. Very unlike him he shouted over to Gojyo. Belt up we’re going
for a ride
. His housemate looked askance at him as if to say where’s the
real Hakkai
? Gojyo belted up nevertheless. And from somewhere a delighted Kyuu
came back at him. Gojyo and Hakkai looked at each other then looked around. Hakuryu.
They said in unison.



Kyuu!



The jeep! Hakuryu was the jeep! Hakkai had heard about the
ability of dragons to shape shift but had put it down to one of those
myths. Then again, he had to admit that he really didn’t know anything about
dragons.



Come on then let’s take him for a ride. Gojyo said
with a twinkle in his eyes. Never mind that it was near dawn already and
neither of them had much sleep. Never mind that they had no fixed destination
in mind. Hakkai beamed back at him. Started the ignition and drove Hakuryu down
the road.   



 



Owari



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