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comment_fic's Any, any villainous character, his/her perfect world." Muraki/Ukyou, also implied Muraki/Tsuzuki
A hundred years have passed since Muraki was made whole. The world around them has changed, but they have stayed the same, still young, still in love, still giving each other strength. He could now look at Ukyou with two eyes that he could call his own as he lay beside her that morning, the winter sunlight cool on his face. She lies there peacefully, shifting as she awakens. From the next room comes the cry of their newborn child, as their son awakens. "Shall I fetch him or would you rather do that?" he asks.
"You were up late with that surgery," Ukyou said, sitting up. He reaches beside the bed, finding her robe and handing it to her. She's grown to near shoulder level on him since he treated her with the same genetics that healed him, giving him back his eye, and she is well enough to have borne him a son and heir. While she is tending to little Yuukitaka, he rises, pulling on his dressing gown as he pads to a hidden panel in the wall, opening it to reveal a passageway leading down to a hidden chamber in the basement. Once he kept his half-brother's half-living remains hidden in a vat in a basement chamber like this, now, locked behind a magickal containment circle with many layers, lie two figures, the one who tormented him and the one whose flesh made him and his true love whole.
Tsuzuki, shackled with a set of irons into which spells have been worked, raises his head to look at Muraki, cringing yet quivering with anticipation. Saki beside him, keeps his eyes lowered: the one who shamed and denigrated him is now brought low, while the one who despised him now can hardly wait to see his face and feel his blade or his kiss...
comment_fic's Any, any villainous character, his/her perfect world." Muraki/Ukyou, also implied Muraki/TsuzukiA hundred years have passed since Muraki was made whole. The world around them has changed, but they have stayed the same, still young, still in love, still giving each other strength. He could now look at Ukyou with two eyes that he could call his own as he lay beside her that morning, the winter sunlight cool on his face. She lies there peacefully, shifting as she awakens. From the next room comes the cry of their newborn child, as their son awakens. "Shall I fetch him or would you rather do that?" he asks.
"You were up late with that surgery," Ukyou said, sitting up. He reaches beside the bed, finding her robe and handing it to her. She's grown to near shoulder level on him since he treated her with the same genetics that healed him, giving him back his eye, and she is well enough to have borne him a son and heir. While she is tending to little Yuukitaka, he rises, pulling on his dressing gown as he pads to a hidden panel in the wall, opening it to reveal a passageway leading down to a hidden chamber in the basement. Once he kept his half-brother's half-living remains hidden in a vat in a basement chamber like this, now, locked behind a magickal containment circle with many layers, lie two figures, the one who tormented him and the one whose flesh made him and his true love whole.
Tsuzuki, shackled with a set of irons into which spells have been worked, raises his head to look at Muraki, cringing yet quivering with anticipation. Saki beside him, keeps his eyes lowered: the one who shamed and denigrated him is now brought low, while the one who despised him now can hardly wait to see his face and feel his blade or his kiss...
