The Imaginings of a Feeble Mind

Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters. They belong to Matsushita-sensei and rest assured, she’d be pissed if she ever found out what I was making her characters do at night. They should all be ashamed of themselves. Dirty little buggers…–wags finger-

Warnings: Adult situations, man schmex (sort of). Depression, possible suicidal thoughts. Come on, it IS Tsuzuki we’re talking about. As lovely as he is, the man could put clowns to death. Plus, Muraki was in the last chapter and I don’t think he’ll be in anymore of this fic. I wanted to have him in it, but after much conversing with my fans, we all decided that he’d remain hiding away from Touda. Tsuzuki doesn’t need anymore of a mental breakdown.

Notes: Slowly I descend deeper into Tsuzuki’s mind and every time, it seems there’s a new bit of plot to be uncovered. Forgive me if I move too quickly. This fic is the last to be updated because of my current busy life, and though other fandoms have been updated first, I will NEVER leave my Tsuzuki without completion.


Touda whispered to himself without realizing he was speaking aloud, his hands shaking as he lifted them to hold himself against the doorjamb.

“It’s safe within its haven but it wants to escape because of its power. He’s holding it there. He wants to be inhabited by it. Enma save us. Tsuzuki still wants the Tsumibito to be part of him…”


Though there seemed to be nothing he could do, Touda hurried into the brightly lit room and kneeled before his master, quickly divesting himself of the dangerous claws he wore as protection, the sharp objects clanging to the floor as both hands scooped under Tsuzuki’s arms to pry them away from his head. The purple chakra didn’t frighten him as much as it had before, and none of the snake-like tendrils bothered to force him away.

The hellfire shikigami left the other man’s arms at his sides as he gently lifted the man’s elegant chin, daring to look into a pair of eyes as violet as they ever had been, the light within them glowing a shockingly luminescent red, two colours one would never suggest matched. Though the eyes were open, Tsuzuki bore no cognizance of the creature that held him, pupil less orbs staring through the snake god as if he were an illusion.

“Tsuzuki? Can you hear me? Please, do not allow its freedom!”

Touda’s cries fell on deaf ears, ears filled with the pounding of his own heart and the roar of the demon within, both compounding to create a bloodied, disembodied sound.
Desperate for his master’s safety, and figuring that with so much having happened already, one more infraction in the face of his Emperor couldn’t possibly add to his sentence. Shakingly, the serpent took his hands from his lover’s face and held them to his own temples, easily slipping his thumbs under the bottom edge of his visor.

It was a given that there would be pain. An enforced, resilient magic left behind by DaiOh-sama himself after the devices had been placed. It bit into Touda’s mind as he ripped the mechanical item from his head, the sunlight streaming through the windows almost like acid as it stung his eyes. Decades he had remained in darkness behind the shaded eyepiece, doomed forever to remain hidden from those he had hurt. It took much effort to toss the damned thing away and he weighed heavily on his shins as he settled back slightly, heaving from the onslaught of pain and forcing the foul taste of bile back down his throat.

To the seemingly unconscious Tsuzuki, Touda looked no different, not even the sudden changes that had come over his slim but powerfully built form. The elegant body arched its back as Touda groaned loudly, his hands moving up to cradle his head, long strands of hair slithering out from between his clenched fingers. It grew quickly and soon pooled around his body on the wooden floor, snaking ribbons of black that, despite his clothed appearance, made the man resemble his former self; the day Tsuzuki had freed him from Tenkuu. His left bicep was again emblazoned by the tattoo his clan had shared as a sign of their power, the petaled fire flower.

He could feel his power increasing and with a deep growl, Touda shook his shoulders and stared over at his master, squinting through the light that poured in behind him. It still hurt but not as severely if he lifted a hand to shield himself from it, the other running through his bangs to resettle them over his forehead, their shape suggesting that the restriction devices had caused them to start growing differently.

There was little time for the stoic creature to enjoy his renewed figure as he again grabbed the other man’s chin and held his gaze up, staring into the vibrant purple with a wickedly glowing red of his own, a colour that hadn’t seen daylight for the last sixty five years. The breath hitched in Tsuzuki’s chest and he blinked, his pupils flickering between black and a deeper shade of red, showing that he was fighting the takeover but still continued to lose to it.

“T…Touda…What’s…”

“Tsuzuki! Please stay on this plane! I cannot lose you to the Tsumibito!”

The small shred of recognizance faded before the shinigami’s body went limp and Touda caught him as he pitched forward, grunting over the weight that suddenly found itself against his chest, a weight that certainly didn’t belong to the slim bodied death god. He recoiled slightly and was gifted with a malicious grin and a ghostly chuckle; a sound the snake god immediately knew didn’t belong to his vibrant lover.

“Again, you step in to meddle in my affairs, creature. Do you really want this corrupted container for yourself? Can you see worth in his ruined state? Do you know how empty he will be once I am free of his suffocating kindness? Is there any way for you to stop me after I have finally escaped?!”

The snarl issuing from Touda’s lips was enough to scare himself, his hands curled into claws as he slid them down the shinigami’s jaw to his neck, viciously gripping the delicate flesh as he stared down the demon.

“You will leave him now, Tsumibito. I am willingly offering you a more viable container for your eternal rest.”
Holding his arms away from the smaller form, Touda sat back on his heels and opened them wide, allowing an unbarricaded view of his broad chest, showing off the body the demon could inhabit, should it decide to switch.
“As a shikigami of Enmadaioh personal court, I am more suited to handling power of your caliber. I am the strongest of my kind and in addition to your strength, would be a valuable aid to your unknown quest.”

As he had let go, Tsuzuki’s body slid forward but he had caught himself with both hands on the cool floor, looking up with that evil grin, the slick pink tongue slipping out to lap at dry lips. His right hand was lifted and offered to the hellfire shiki, as if to be aided in the rise to his feet, snatching the buckle on Touda’s belt instead and hefting himself to press against the warm, leather clad body, breathing deeply in his ear, almost as if it were trying to arouse the more powerful male.

“I accept, snake. But you have to agree to my terms, plus those of the transfer. Because I usually inhabit bodies of children in the beginning, this situation is deemed rather difficult. There is another way, though it is quite…unorthodox. Something you and this lovely body have engaged in in the past…”

Touda glared and nodded, knowing exactly what the demon had in mind. It was a common element in demonic possession, that the creature raped the person being possessed, though the rape itself only happened through unwilling occupants. Resigning himself to a night of discomfort but one that would include his young lover by his side, Touda slowly began to undress, peeling the dark leather from his body and tossing the items aside, rolling back onto his behind as he pulled the tight pants from his shapely legs.

The demon watched with utmost interest, his own clothes coming off but much more quickly, kneeling nude before the shikigami and graciously stroking Tsuzuki’s formidable erection, something Tsumibito found to be most pleasing.

“I am certain that this form has never had the pleasure of taking you, snake. Your size and his absolute giving nature seemingly forbade it. I am honoured to give him this, if only to allow the empty shell to die once it is finished.”

Remaining on his back and closing his eyes, the snake god spread his legs and groaned out loud, already feeling the growing energy as the other’s form became more aroused, his own emanating chakra being overpowered by that of the nemesis.

“I will find no pleasure in it and it will not last long. If it is Tsuzuki you wish to conquer, look to the future, when you will be able to have him undeniably because of our love for each other. Hidden, you may take him again and again, without restraint.”

He was purposely riling up the body stealing creature and it seemed to have worked as he was crushed to the ground with that heavy weight a second time, grunting out loud but lifting his arms to hold them above his head, preparing himself for the inevitable pain. It was only possible to be possessed by a demon of this standing when one was given its seed, children like Tsuzuki were created this way when their mother had been given the very same genetic material. Because Touda was a man, there would be no spawn to speak of, only a willing body for the demon to reside in.

It seemed odd to Touda, that the white clad human hadn’t shown up yet, but because of the threat he had incurred and the wrath the doctor had felt before, he assumed that the man avoided Tsuzuki’s home because of his presence, a welcome happening that saved them both. It would have been most unfortunate for him to appear now.

There was no love in the act, no preparation, no gasps of pleasurable sensation. Only a groan of pain and a loss of consciousness as Touda blocked his mind from that of his lover, still connected to him through the internal shinigami-shikigami link, silently praying that the others wouldn’t feel the goings on because they were in Meifu instead of Gensoukai.

The demon only grinned and continued his conquest of the immaculate body, grunting with each additional thrust of his slim hips, forcing himself deeper within Touda’s bowels and unceremoniously, emptying with a cry sharp enough to shatter the glasses in the shinigami’s china hutch, the shards falling to the floor with a crystalline tinkling.
Immediately Touda felt the power rush into him, up from his loins and into his mind, his hands coming down from their place above his head, one holding Tsuzuki’s shoulder tightly, clamping down on the warm flesh as the other slid over to the side and snatched up his visor. He had enough of his own mind still in coherency to know that he would have next to no time to perform the final task of devotion to his master, unwilling to let go of the well muscled shoulder even as the demon fought between both bodies, forcing itself into the roots of the shikigami’s soul and finally emptying from the other body completely.

The feeling was excruciating, even to the powerful snake god, and as he lifted his head and opened his eyes to gaze upon his saved lover, noticing the look of shock from clearing violet eyes, lifted the visor from the floor and slammed it back down onto his own head, replacing it to where it had sat for the past six decades. The creature instantly cried out, causing Touda’s larger body to shriek in unison, his hands clenching and eyes wide behind the tinted barrier. He knew the force of being taken by the demon, then curbing the evil’s power would be dangerous, and he was proud to survive it, soon lying on his side and breathing deeply, small crackles of red energy appearing from various places on his smoking body.

Tsuzuki had crawled back and was curled against the couch for a second time that day, staring at the scene with his mouth open, most certainly frightened by the shock of seeing his lover acting so strangely. He did however, notice that he felt lighter somehow, as if a weight had been taken from him that he hadn’t noticed before. He remained there until Touda lifted his head again, his hair back to the short-cropped style the shinigami remembered as his own, the tattoo gone again from the man’s muscled arm.

There was no smile on Touda’s face, no grin of triumph, no chuckle of amusement. He groaned as he set himself up into a seated position, shaking his head like a dog shakes water from his body, his upper lip curled in a grimace before it too settled. He cleared his throat noisily and turned his head to look upon his master’s shaking body, giving a relieved sigh.

“It is done, Tsuzuki. You have been freed from the Tsumibito. It will remain restricted in me, along with my powers.”

The violet eyed wonder swallowed and spoke, uncertain about the entire situation.

“But…does that mean that you’ll never be free, Touda? If we free you, won’t it also free the…the demon? I always wanted you…as you were earlier..”

It broke Touda’s heart to see his lover so upset about it, but because it had come down to saving the shinigami in favour of losing something of his own freedom, the serpent was willing to do so.

“It is alright. I have gone this long without freedom from the devices so it is nothing to go another length of time. Now, you may dress, Tsuzuki. I will as well…once I can stand…”

The inevitable problems from his fellow shikigami, not to mention those of EnmaDaiOh, festered in Touda’s consciousness, a deep sigh escaping his lips as he curled up slightly, content to sleep the rest of the day away. A niggling register of power caused him to open his eyes again, noticing right away the small portal opening in Tsuzuki’s front hall, a golden hand extending past its swirling arc of power. He swallowed loudly and shoved himself to a sitting position, gaping at the opened wormhole.

“E…EnmaDaiOh-sama…”