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When; February 14 [Lust Day]
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Tatsumi Seiichirou [thrifty_shadow] & Sakurazuka Seishirou [sakurazuka_san
Summary; Shortly after the curse hits, Tatsumi and Seishirou end up 'meeting' in the Underground. The meeting ends with a marked and very frustrated kagetsukai who ends up using his credit card on himself. Not that way. ♥
Log;


Frankly, he had found that it was extremely helpful to venture into the underground every now and then for some necessities. Particularly since the sakura was pleading him more often than ever for something with which to quench its growing thirst. It didn't help that the second Sakurazukamori had fled from the City after finding an escape route. Though his contributions were infrequent, Seishirou had to admit that the boy had known to pick and choose some worthwhile targets.

The darkness underground seemed to attract the worthiest candidates for the sakura's strange tastes it had accumulated in the recent past. Perhaps that was because of the small taste the tree received of Muraki Kazutaka - those deeply treacherous minds had a rather rich quality to them, so it seemed. A discarded female body, so scantily clad, lie at his feet as blood disgraced the pavement and some of the brick wall within that alley. It had nearly been a shame that she was a little too easy... in more than one sense of the term. The light from a faraway street lamp tinged the otherwise blackness of the alley with a musty orange glow - the orange that seemed to echo in the flame that lit his own cigarette.

Of course, he had little reason to use an illusion to conceal the blood on him; by far, it seemed a tame thing in the underground to see a fairly well-dressed man with blood staining his hands and clothes. Even though the blood had barely started to seep in through the paper of his cigarette, he could feel that hint of metallic sweetness overlapping the strong, smoky taste of the smoke he inhaled. Her blood seemed to hold some merit, anyhow; the flavour was exquisite.

As he exhaled the smoke, he gave a silent thanks to the woman lying in that crumpled pile on the cold, cracked pavement. Really, the sakura would appreciate her taste, indeed.


Tatsumi had fled into the underground, where the corridors were dimly lit and monsters lurked everywhere. Here, his shadows were at their best and he took the pent up lust at them, making sure no dirt, nor blood got into his suit. It was more of a sport rather than a real need considering the fact that he had donned one of his less expensive suits for this expedition. The lust was there, lurking at the back of his mind, waiting to engulf his body, but killing things and letting the shadows fill his mind helped fight it back.

Tsuzuki worried whenever he displayed the will to go down here, but Tatsumi had grown more careful. Was far more careful than he was then when he first ventured down these halls with Fai-san. And down here there was little chance of meeting a familiar face.


Even though he had the idea that he would be alone, there still was a tinge of power in the air that made Seishirou give pause. The stronger it was, the more familiar he thought it was. Of course, he had chosen the underground for a reason; the further down one went, the less chance there was of a witness present. The Sakurazukamori, as per legends, worked in secrecy. Of course, he had come close to violating the code on more than one occasion, but Seishirou considered it a vital procedure.

Although, now that he had an idea of just who the approaching witness-to-be was, he wondered if perhaps he could bypass that once more. He smirked, looking at the gaping hole in the woman's chest. He could, of course, also suppress parts of one's memory, if necessary. Plenty of tools were needed just in case the situation didn't quite play out as intended.

He continued mulling over that as a single pale pink petal floated down through the darkness upon an imaginary wind. A calling card.

The petal easily stood out in the dark, almost glowing as it floated upon an imaginary wind. Angrily, the kagetsukai plucked it from the wind and crushed it in his palm. " Sakurazuka," he spat and at that moment, it was easy to believe the uneasy warm within him was the cause of anger instead of lust. "I should have known..." he muttered before releasing the petal in his hand and tossing it aside. Faintly, he could feel the Sakurazukamori's signature within the petal. He turned around and traced the path the sakura petal and gone from. Better to meet the man than to be found, he had no intentions of resolving to debasing himself inside a shadow pocket. If the Sakurazukamori was here, then fine, the anger would momentarily distract him, and he did have questions for the sakura man. Regarding Muraki.

Obviously, the good doctor thought he had the upper hand after speaking with the Sakurazukamori.

He knew the petal reached the nearby witness, and, really, he had hoped as such. It was a means of luring the other.... pulling him in. And the method was surprisingly effective at times. Seishirou leaned back a little comfortably against the brick wall as he inhaled more smoke from his lit cigarette.

He would be here soon. And what an interesting sight it would be that greeted him. Seishirou decided that to play about with fate and regulations, well, was more exciting than not. Especially once he realised just whose aura he sensed.

At first, it was hard to tell the Sakurazukamori in the dark, but as he came closer, he recognized the Sakurazukamori instantly. Smoke from the man's cigarette seemed to glow in the dark, just as the sakura petal had. Had the man intended for it to be a beacon of some sort? He eyed the man with disdain, from up and then down -- then noticed the bright blonde hair beside the Sakurazukamori's feet. He growled.

"You're a way off from your precious tree, Sakurazuka-san," He sneered and pushed his glasses up. "Piling dead bodies on your feet, I imagine your talks with the good doctor went well?" The more he thought about it, the more he wondered why the Sakurazukamori wasn't relatives with the good doctor.


"A fair evening to you, too, Tatsumi-kun," Seishirou replied jovially with a grin on his face. Of course, the situation's gravity hardly had an effect upon Seishirou, really - or, at least it seemed so as it appeared that he ignored the dead woman lying at his feet. Until, that is, he kicked her away with a small chuckle. She now was of little consequence for the time being.

He almost pushed himself free of the support of the brick wall, but instead he declined the idea. Tatsumi had come to him easily enough from a distance, so what was the harm in provoking the kagetsukai to approach him a mere few metres? "Are you enjoying the hospitality of the underground, as well? I certainly hope your evening's been up to par."


Tatsumi didn't come closer.

"I was, until you made your presence known," the kagetsukai stated in a clipped tone as he eyed the dead body. Must have been a prostitute. She would probably be regenerated back in a day or two, less the human she had once been, and more integrated into the city. Perhaps.

"But since you're here, it's ample time to talk about certain matters, don't you think? It's been a while since we last had a proper conversation."

Seishirou noted how firmly rooted Tatsumi seemed to be where he stood. Well, perhaps if Tatsumi wouldn't approach him, he would have to do so himself. "Conversation?" he asked in a jocular tone. Already, this was terribly amusing. Contradictions were already in Tatsumi's speech, and it seemed that the kagetsukai hadn't picked up on that. Well, he could at least subtly make that evident. Oh, the mental humiliation.

"And here I thought...." He pushed himself away from the wall and stepped forward slowly. The proximity seemed to get to Tatsumi every time, and Seishirou was quite skilled in using that to his advantage. "That you didn't want to converse with me at all."  Dull footsteps articulated his speech before he was right before the other man, a mere few inches away. He gave Tatsumi a superficially pleasant smile as those amber eyes shot straight through those glasses.

The Sakurazukamori's proximity coupled with the curse effects made Tatsumi extremely uncomfortable. However, he managed to keep a relatively emotionless face as he pushed the Sakurazukamori away and stepped back.

"I changed my mind. Anyone would when two people you dislike decide to talk in private, especially when one of them publicly seeks the other." He purposely closed his eyes to avoid that amber gaze, fingers on his glasses as he made a show of keeping his glasses in place.

"Did you feel left out, Tatsumi-kun?" he asked with a playful lilt in his tone. He knew there was something up. If Tatsumi shove him back so brashly, well, something had to have affected him. Seishirou pondered a moment over it all, and then he made a brazen move of his own. With the intent of driving Tatsumi closer to the wall, he stepped off seemingly to the side before again approaching the other man. He easily could corner him, and if that didn't help push the kagetsukai back, well, he'd be even closer to him once more.

He smiled in what seemed a mockery of pity to Tatsumi. "And just why do you have such an interest in a private matter?" The tingle of a charcoal-enhanced smoke danced along his tongue with the copper blood, enough of a sensation to elicit another puff of smoke from the cigarette he held so casually.

The kagetsukai had an idea of what the Sakurazukamori had planned on doing, but he found himself avoiding the other man anyway. Following through the Sakurazukamori's plan. Still, Tatsumi kept his voice quiet and even. "I make it my business to find out when my enemies are plotting something when I can. The good doctor did have his inquiry up for public viewing."

After a brief moment's pause, Seishirou again advanced toward Tatsumi - he was ever nearing that wall. Perhaps one more repetition, and the kagetsukai would have that back to the cold brick. "Tatsumi-kun thinks I'm an enemy?" he asked with that not-quite-serious tone. The whole situation was too humorous for Seishirou to ignore. After murdering the other man's supposed rival and gaining quite a deal of public attention for it, Tatsumi wanted to find out if a conspiracy were forming against him. By asking one half of the supposed team in question directly.

It was actually a touch cute.

He made certain that the fabric of his long overcoat brushed against the kagetsukai's shins so teasingly. It wasn't too hard - the fabric was quite pliable and flowing. "That's cruel of you," he muttered as a false pout crossed his face.

At that point, Tatsumi instincts told him he should leave.

It took a lot of effort to ignore the Sakurazukamori's slight teasing, but he ignored it anyway. The lust was there, waiting excitedly. He needed to leave. "I think you're an enemy, Sakurazuka-san. And something tells me you didn't talk of much--" Most probably simply declared their non-existent relationship. Sarcasm. "--which leads me to believe I have better things to do. Feel free to spend the rest of the night burying your new corpse, you wouldn't want to it to regenerate too soon." He brushed past the Sakurazukamori -- the action doing more to fuel the desire inside his body than to quell his fears.

This was enough for the night.

If it got enough of a reaction from Tatsumi, well, there was no reason not to use it against him. Seishirou liked the thought of applying the situation in such a way that it was hardly admissible. And, certainly, he had the means to do so. No one saw the Sakurazukamori at work and lived to tell the tale.

He quickly grabbed Tatsumi's wrist and pulled him back. Without even contemplating if he was using excessive force, Seishirou slammed the other man into the wall before successfully pinning him there. "You know, I really shouldn't allow you to leave, Tatsumi-kun," he whispered as he moved in close enough that vocal volume really didn't matter. "Do you have an idea why?"

Inside, all Tatsumi wanted to do was turn away, or maybe use his shadows to push the man away. However, his body to refused to do his bidding, instead welcoming it. It took a lot of effort from the kagetsukai to keep himself from doing anything he would regret.

"Go find yourself another toy, Sakurazuka-san. I have no time for this," he said very quietly, hoping that would get the other man to ease up on him. The warmth -- he felt like he was being boiled. Little wonder he wasn't sweating yet.

Tatsumi hadn't moved one inch, and, although Seishirou knew there was a compelling reason for such, he took that as an opening to further his own agenda. The kagetsukai had seen something that, really, no one had ever been permitted to see. No one escaped from a Sakurazukamori at work alive.

Though, exceptions to the rule were, by far, good proof that even such a stoic rule as that could be bent every once in a while.

He grabbed one of Tatsumi's hands with a strange look in his eye before raising it nearly to his mouth. "You've really done it now, Tatsumi-kun," he mumbled while a strange smile curved his mouth slightly. "Don't you know the rules?" His other hand shoved up the wrist that he had in a firm grip while his lips seemed to trace something along the back of Tatsumi's hand. Surely, though, the other man could begin to feel those odd sensations... those that accompanied the marking of one's prey.

Tatsumi couldn't help but be wary at what the Sakurazukamori was doing, and glare too. He wanted to tear his hand away from the dark-haired man, and maybe order the shadows to  attack him, but with his skin so close to the other's mouth and warm breath on it... he couldn't move. It was frustrating, and he gritted his teeth at being so suddenly disgustingly helpless. The shadows were whispering strange words into his head. The Sakurazukamori was doing something.

"Let go of my hand, Sakurazuka-san. Whatever you're doing with it."

He had to complete the process. It was of the utmost importance, lest the sakura begin to believe betrayal soon followed at the heels of the act. At best, he knew the shinigami couldn't be killed. Well, perhaps not by those traditional means one typically consulted. However, he still could dedicate the man to the sakura - that was entirely appropriate, given the situation. As soon as he seemed to slow to a halt, a strange light seemed to filter through the flesh on the back of Tatsumi's hand along the lines he had traced. Before long, the other hand in his own bore a replica of the marking...

And then the light intensified and revealed the true shape.

Seishirou smiled in such a warm, endearing (although quite false, as the dark glint in his eye gave away) manner that it seemed to juxtapose against the searing pain the other man would experience - yes, such curses seemed to apparently inflict some manner of pain to make themselves known to the affected. "The sakura knows you well now," he responded. So well that now it craved him.

It was an odd sensation, like his flesh was being burned bit by bit and his eyes narrowed at the Sakurazukamori. What had Seishirou done? He didn't want to know. "I don't want his acquaintance -- what did you do?" And yet there he was, asking. The pain was painful, but having felt worse, it was nothing to him and barely made him flinch. "Sakurazukamori, what did you do?"

"You should know well enough," he replied with a dark tone. That smile of his similarly grew malicious, and he pulled in closer to Tatsumi as he let go of the hand he had marked. Sure enough, if the kagetsukai looked closely enough, some blood began to form carmine tears at the linear cuts, and in places where the cold, drying blood of that dead solicitor had transferred from Seishirou's hands to his own.

He breathed in, almost as though taking in the scent of pure emotion reeking from Tatsumi with an air of appreciation. "Though, I wonder..." That bloodstained hand chose to, instead, move up along the side of Tatsumi's waist, leaving blood in its wake on the dark fabric of his blazer. "Do you really even need to know?"

The Sakurazukamori's words, sadly, failed to register in the kagetsukai's mind. All he heard was a sound, Seishirou's voice, but it didn't mean anything. All he knew was that there was a warm hand on his waist, so warm it penetrated the warm fabric of his clothes. "Remove your hand," he said quietly, though it was more quiet because he was losing whatever was left of his carefully built up reserves. Damn the curse! No, no, it wasn't going to happen again! Not with Seishirou especially! Think of Tsuzuki!

He heard the silent desperation in Tatsumi's voice as Seishirou encouraged those obviously conflicting primal desires. That rape mentality seemed to apply itself well in this case... The mouth said no, but those eyes nearly shouted out yes. Perhaps that was the effect of some curse - Seishirou had hardly noticed such a willingness and a lack of protest before. Tatsumi wanted it, certainly, but would it have been so rewarding if, say, those desires had no release?

Seishirou chose to move in to Tatsumi's ear - clearly a favourite move of the Sakurazukamori - and he gave a small bite on the lobe. He was begging to be so teased. "What will you do if I don't comply?" he asked silently, his voice lowered to such a rich timbre that it made such a presence even when merely reduced to a whisper.

"I'll--" kill you. Do something, dammit. He was glad he didn't say that. "--do nothing ," he growled and tried to turn away from the Sakurazukamori. He managed, a bit, but the damn Sakurazukamori's lips, mouth were still on his ear, sending delicious sensations where he rather it didn't.

And now he knew, without much doubt, that Tatsumi definitely was affected by something. Amusing, to say the least, but Seishirou found it a touch too easy to manipulate. He chuckled deeply, still so close to that ear, before he turned his stare back up to the other man. His hand, which had kept the other's wrist securely against the rough brick, let go of its tough hold as it coursed down the length of his arm slowly. At best, he knew he could get a rise out of the other before choosing a good moment to decline those well-encrypted pleas.

"There's a good man," he praised mockingly. That hand moved from the shoulder - he could feel strength there, but damned if he had ever experienced its full potential - to course over his chest so teasingly. "A false step too soon, Tatsumi-kun, and I might do more than nothing, myself."

Please don't do anything. Please don't. That went through Tatsumi's mind and he was glad at least he wasn't fully dissolved into begging Seishirou for sex and relief. Though unable to find it in him to do anything, physically, against the Sakurazukamori's advance, he found his mouth was still, for the most part, his.

"I'd rather you did nothing, Sakurazuka-san," he said angrily. "Step away."

"Step away, or what?" Seishirou looked Tatsumi over one more time before he finally pushed the other man against the wall completely. He had the kagetsukai totally in his control physically, anyhow.  Those threats, yes, showed his free will in it all, but what good was a display of it when no action was taken to enforce it? Would Tatsumi enforce it ever? He had to wonder just how far he could go without eliciting a violent backlash, and he contemplated that when he pressed himself flush against the other man.

"Your empty threats are quite a deterrent, aren't they?" he mused with a small smile. Just to push the envelope even further, he let his tongue glide over Tatsumi's bottom lip; surely there would be some interesting reaction to that. He gave a short, dark chuckle. "To put it bluntly, make me."

The kagetsukai's mouth opened to form a soundless 'No'. Enma! It was terrible being so helpless like this. The Sakurazukamori wasn't doing anything even to render him so, aside from the obvious teasing, but it was far from how things were when the curse involved him being completely subservient to the Sakurazukamori. Think of Tsuzuki. The thought allowed him to garner enough strength to finally do something. Push the man away, and he did. But after that his knees buckled and he slid down the ground. Hot and weak.

How he hated today's curse.

All Seishirou could think of as a reaction to such a sudden action was to stare slightly incredulously at the other man before a darkly amused smile replaced the disbelief. Tatsumi looked so weak there, hunched to the ground like a defeated animal. Oh, the image was priceless. To reduce someone to such a lowly status seemed so fulfilling, oddly.

Cutting down a man who, for all intents and purposes, seemed so strong, noble, and even a little domineering.... well, it provided quite a deal of entertainment.

He looked down to the other man once more before taking a quick peek at the deceased solicitor nearby. He did, however, have a job to attend to. "See you soon, Tatsumi-kun," he mumbled as what seemed a flurry of petals littered the wind that just now gained intensity. After it seemed all anyone could see was light pink - almost white, really - the petals dissipated to reveal nothing else.The prostitute and her killer had vanished, even if the blood remained.

Tatsumi could only stare at the empty spot at which the Sakurazukamori had been, cursing himself both for being so helpless and not forcing the Sakurazukamori to stay and do him. When he finally returned to his senses, he picked himself off the ground. With difficulty because it was suddenly so hot, and he was almost suffocating. He didn't want to touch himself, or find anyone. He didn't want to see anyone either.

Hissing, he reached for his wallet inside his blazer and pulled out one of his credit cards. That would do. Her proceeded to use it on his wrist to cut in hopes that the pain would make him forget the urge to rut.


[ooc; Wee no more spaciness~ So much editing pain D: ~:D]