----------------------------------------------------------------------- | ZENKI JIDAI | |---------------------------------------------------------------------| | | | by Asia-T | | http://dungeon.taisa-labs.com/ | | | | Original story: | | Thursday, January 10, 2002 | | Modified: | | Sunday, March 2, 2003 | | | |---------------------------------------------------------------------| | LEMON/YAOI! Two hundred years after the end of the ZENKI story, | | the demons engage in a power struggle against the humans, and the | | outcome of the war seems certain... Until an enemy with Chiaki's | | face stands before the mightiest of demon gods! LEMON/YAOI! | ----------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER 9 "I have no mission for you," Roh admitted. "Can you guess why I told you to wait for me here?" A perverse grin immediately crossed Goki's face. In a seductive gesture, his hands slid up from his sides to the knot of his pants, where they began to work to undo it. Kokutei was bored by this entire business. He was laying beside Roh's desk, curled as though he were asleep. The growl he released, however -- his comment on Goki's intelligence -- revealed that he was awake. "Leave your pants on, Lieutenant," Roh commanded with a hint of disgust in his voice. Goki, somewhat embarrassed, lost the goofy grin, redid the knot, and looked to the Commander with confusion. Sighing his impatience, Roh continued, "I asked you to wait here because I have a question about General Hikaru Kido... one which I believe only you will have the answer to." The blue demon understood. "He is not mine," he stated. "Are you so sure, Lieutenant?" Goki hated when Roh referred to him that way. It distanced them and reminded Goki of his inferior place. A full demon was still nothing compared to the son of a God -- except when that demon was Zenki. But Goki lacked the ferocity that gave Zenki uncontestable power. In the end, it always came down to Zenki's ego. Zenki was a mere lieutenant, just like Goki, only because... perhaps... on some subconscious level, he /wanted/ to be commanded. Goki was not in such a position to choose. He /was/ subserviant to Roh. "I am sure, Commander," he replied with the same coldness. "The Five Demons Tribe ended with Akira. I saw to that myself." Goki had grown tired of imprisonment quickly. As long as the Five Demons Tribe lived, he would be trapped within the blood of his descendents. Luckily for him, Akira was weak. Strong in his good intentions -- sure -- but weak in all the ways that were needed to keep Goki at bay. After they killed Kazue together, Akira had lost even his good intentions. He was simple to manipulate, and Goki played puppet-master while the hand of Akira slayed every member of the Five Demons Tribe. When Akira died, there was no one left to inherit the spirit of Goki into their blood. Goki was free. It was impossible for Hikaru to be descended from Goki, as Roh inferred. If that was true, Goki would be sealed. "You were pretty dead for about twelve hundred years, Lieutenant," Roh pointed out. "You couldn't have been very 'on top of things' during that time. There could have been any number of illicit affairs, which could have produced any number of bastard children. Am I incorrect to assume that such children would /not/ have been accepted into the Tribe?" "You are not incorrect, Commander." "It then follows that it is possible, on some watered-down level, for Hikaru Kido to be your descendent." "No, Commander. That, as I have said, is impossible." He examined Goki skeptically. If there was a leak in the Neon base -- ANYWHERE in the Neon base -- Roh was going to see that it was stopped. When the Commander thought about it, Goki /was/ in a good position to not only obtain information but to get it out to others. If Kido was carrying Goki's blood, that could conceivably give the demon a motive to betray his cause: If the Tradi succeeded against the Neon -- preposterous as the thought was -- Goki's would be the only demon line that remained unsealed. He would be more powerful than his Commander then. ******** "H-How have you been?" she continued shakily. Hikaru's hands dropped from the bars. He stepped back, away to the center of his cell again. Silently, he sat on the cold and musty stones. There was no way for him to know at the moment if the girl standing before him was Shiaki or not. The way he figured it, if it was her, then it was better to go along with the way she was behaving -- to show no special affection for her -- to back up whatever ploy she was attempting. And if it wasn't her, he didn't want to speak to her anyway. Shiaki bit her lower lip. She wasn't good in these kinds of situations; she had never /been/ in this kind of situation. Her mind worked feverishly. How trustworthy was Zenki, really? How much danger had she already placed Hikaru in by admitting to knowing him? Standing behind her, watching her reaction, Zenki growled, long and low. He was thinking, and the thoughts were obviously not making him very happy. "Five minutes," the red demon finally said before turning abruptly to scale the steps and leave the basement. Shiaki watched him go, her mouth parted as though she wanted to say something before he was gone... Hikaru waited until he heard the heavy metal door swing shut. "Unusual..." he started immediately, "for the Neon Jidai to take prisoners." The General had five minutes, and he wasn't going to waste them by playing the Silent Game. Shiaki looked back to Hikaru solemnly. "Not when you wear the face of a devil." "You've seen him, too, then." Hikaru referred to Goki. She flinched. She'd done more than just see him... but Hikaru didn't really need to know about that. "He must be pretty high rank for so many to recognize 'his face.' Is your 'face' also widely known?" "... My face is dead," Shiaki said. "I don't know who she was, and not many here seem to..." "The one with you -- the demon, Zenki --" Shiaki was surprised that Hikaru knew his name. It took her a moment to remember that her childhood friend and first love had climbed the Tradi ranks quickly and was already a General. Of course he knew who Zenki was... the red demon commanded a lot of respect in this place, she had noticed. He must be very important, and therefore no secret to his enemies. "-- he knows who she was. His peer, Goki, also knows. If they know, I can be certain that their Commander, Roh Inugami, knows as well. Do you think it's a little bizarre that only the masters of this place, the masters of my fate, know who you are? Isn't it convenient that someone who is dead, who only /they/ seem to know about, looked exactly like /you/? It sure was a stroke of luck that they took you prisoner, when they take /no one/ prisoner, and you just happened to be the Tradi General's girlfriend." He locked onto her eyes with a serious and probing expression. Hikaru was too smart for her sometimes. What was she going to say to an accusation like that? This was her one chance to prove who she was to him. If she failed this test, it would be difficult to undo the damage. She twisted a pensive heel into the ground and clicked her thumbnail against the nail of her middle finger. Otherwise, she was stiff, concentrating on her response. After a pause, his gaze all at once softened. Hikaru stood and returned to the bars. "You don't belong in this place, Shiaki. /Yours/ is the face of an angel." Her relief was apparent. It had been her mannerisms. The heel, the nails, and he even noticed her cheeks turn a slight shade of red -- that always happened when her honesty was challenged. He didn't care how smart the Neon Jidai thought they were; the mysteries of Shiaki's spirit would remain unknown to them forever. She went to the bars and touched his hands. Tears welled in her eyes. "I'm so sorry I was cold to you..." "It's this place," he comforted. "We're all uncertain of what to do in this place." It was much more than that, but Shiaki found herself unable to tell Hikaru the truth about Zenki. Instead, she asked: "How were you captured?" "I thought you had died... I heard about the hospital," he said. "I was so afraid. I became careless." "It... it was all my--" "NO!" he yelled instantly, stopping her. "None of this is your fault! None of it! You can't believe how happy I am to see you alive. I'm going to find a way to escape from this place. I'm going to take you with me, and we're both going to get out of here..." Hikaru slid a hand through the bars and took the back of Shiaki's neck. He pulled her to him and gently kissed her. The scab on her lip... he could feel and taste -- salty, like sweat. He touched her on the same side Goki had; she flinched because the wound was still fresh. These indications told Hikaru that they had been doing horrible things to her... things he would never forgive, and would exact revenge for. This he decided, and he kissed and held her harder. Shiaki remembered the mistake she had made before, when she thought Goki was Hikaru. As Hikaru touched her now in the exact same manner that Goki had, she finally understood how similar they were. In that moment, she stopped blaming herself for the error. And in that moment... Shiaki she felt as though... She was betraying Zenki. It made her feel disgusting and dirty. As illogical as it should be, the kiss Hikaru initiated felt more like rape than Zenki's treatment of her in the ruined church two days ago. ******** Zenki chewed on the inside of his cheek lightly. He was leaning back against the outside of the basement door, arms folded across his chest, legs crossed down at the ankles. He stared out into space, counting the seconds. With each second came another perfectly timed cheek chew. A few bodies wandered the hall. A very brave few dared to look at Zenki for a brief moment before he glared them back into their own affairs. One very, very brave... or perhaps very foolish... walked up to Zenki and greeted him. "Hiya, Uncle Zenki!" Zenki snarled without deigning to look at Mako. "Has Commander Roh got you on guard doggie duty?" It was times like these that Zenki wasn't entirely sure why he tolerated Mako. "I heard there's a guy who looks just like Goki down in there! Are you sure it isn't really Goki? 'Cause if it's really Goki, he's gonna be way pissed when he gets out. He'll kick your ass like yesterday!" He tilted his head slowly and deliberately to create the most intimidating gaze he could conjure. "/Who/ kicked /WHOSE/ ass yesterday?" "Well," Mako continued, rather matter-of-factly, "you did look pretty roughed up. And I didn't see Goki at all, and since /no one/ could have been more battered than you, I assumed that he ----- HEY! WAIT! I /haven't/ seen Goki yet! He MUST be the one in the basement, huh!! I've got you figured out, Uncle Zenki! That's the only reason you'd be standing out here playing sentry -- to make sure Goki got his dues!!" Zenki found himself more irritated with her apparent refusal to be intimidated than by her stupidity. "You're an idiot." "I must be since I'm in love with you!" Mako said with a snicker. "HA!" Zenki laughed aloud. "You just want me to pump you full of demon sperm so your line can be powerful again." "Not true," she mused. "I also want the good sex." "No kidding. Who have you been fucking today?" He wasn't curious. He was taking an opportunity to embarrass her. "Huh?" she replied innocently. Zenki leaned into her, whispering provocatively: "You reek of the honied nectar that flows between a woman's thighs. The sweet cream your fair sex ejects as a plea to be profaned by some foreign device." "Gods, Zenki..." Mako was thoroughly disgusted. "You make it sound so nasty!" "Who was it? Anyone? I don't smell semen. Just finish a five- fingered date?" "Noooo... Not my hand. Well, actually, partly my hand. She's asleep right now, which is why I'm out here amusing myself with-- WAIT! YOU CAN TELL WHEN I MASTURBATE?!??! NO WAY!!" "'She'? So it's a woman, then? Tell me, O' One Who Loves Me So Well, what does she have that your desired demon doesn't?" "A vagina." Zenki's face faulted. "And breasts. Those are more fun than I thought they'd be. Men really ought to have breasts, I've decided." "......" "And less body hair. That was a total turn on. And a slim waist. Oooh, and her slim neck, too -- that was much more enticing than hairy, lumpy man neck. Hairy, lumpy man neck is gross... especially where they've shaved over and over again and the lumps are like permanent. How come man neck is never as smooth as woman leg? We shave our legs /every day/, and they're like silk. Men shave their faces every day and they end up with... ew!" She accented her last thought with a shudder. "Indeed," Zenki muttered. There was something insulting about the thought of a woman preferring another woman over any man. But then again, he wasn't exactly sure he could classify Mako as a woman. "Return to your bitch. I tire of you." The five minutes was up. Mako was definitely one of the few people he didn't want to see Shiaki ascend from the basement. She knew he meant business. When Zenki 'tired' of someone, the remark was usually followed by a deadly, powerful blast which sent that someone to hell. Therefore, when Zenki 'tired' of Mako, she voluntarily left. ******** It was no mystery to Zenki what had been going on during those five minutes. As soon as he allowed the door to open loudly and announce his presence, he heard shuffling feet. Once down in the base- ment, the bulge of Hikaru's pants, as he sat in the center of his cell like he hadn't just been at the bars, was offensive. Shiaki held her fingers to her lips and looked down at the floor, as if either action could conceal the truth from him. He took Shiaki's arm roughly, staring threateningly at Hikaru. "This will not happen again. I hope you said everything you wanted to say," Zenki stated with finality. Hikaru stared back with resolute defiance. It surprised Zenki... how brave this single, small human was. It wouldn't last for long. Not once Roh got him into 'the box.' He turned and dragged Shiaki back up the stairs. Then, Hikaru's voice shot out like a stun... "Thank you, Zenki." Shiaki looked back, startled. Hikaru gave no indication that he had spoken those words -- his expression remained lifeless. So for a moment, Shiaki believed that she had merely imagined it. That was before she noticed that Zenki was looking back at the young General as well. "Don't misunderstand," the red demon said dryly. "This was not for you." "I know," he replied. "It's for her. And that's how I know you aren't the one who left the marks on her mouth and her side." Then, he repeated his words: "Thank you." Zenki smirked. It amused him that Shiaki's little man-thing was so ignorant; it made him feel so much more superior. Because he didn't want such a pathetic, unjustified thanks, or perhaps because of the hateful face Hikaru wore, or simply because he was his enemy in so many different ways, and he didn't want the young General to forget... Zenki was going to make him rescind his sentiment. Zenki, Shiaki firmly in his grasp, walked back down into Hikaru's view. He pushed Shiaki's back into the bars of Hikaru's cell. Hikaru's eyes went wide with horror. He wasn't frozen in place, but what exactly was he going to do? He was on the inside, looking out. Zenki moved in close to her. Gripping the bars above her, he lurched over her. "Wh-what are you doing? Stop, Zenki, please..." Shiaki pleaded. She was afraid he would break his promise -- just to prove a stupid point to someone who ultimately didn't matter to him. That was when she remembered... She ultimately didn't matter to him either. She shut her eyes tightly and prepared to be betrayed. While Hikaru watched, Zenki held Shiaki's unscathed side. He leaned down, touching his lips to hers. Gently, at first, and then kissing her fiercely. Shiaki made small noises of resistance, which made Hikaru's blood boil. When Zenki looked up and saw that Hikaru's horror had melted, giving way to pure hatred, that was when he executed the crowning touch. In a single moment, he dragged a demon claw up her side, cutting through her clothes and so slightly through her skin, and he bit down on her lip, drawing blood with his demon fang. She pushed away as much as she could -- as far back into the bars as the restrictions of physics would allow. The wounding was quick, but that didn't mean it wasn't painful. When Zenki stepped away from her, she found that her legs no longer wanted to move. As part of his apology to her, and to further compound Hikaru's despise for him, Zenki put one arm behind her back and the other scooped her up behind her knees. Shiaki didn't struggle. She was trying too hard to battle back her tears to have anything left for the demon. She would not cry in front of Hikaru -- no matter what. Zenki did not have the power to make her appear /that/ weak in front of anyone. With one final grin for General Hikaru Kido, Zenki carried the girl out -- out of Hikaru's sight, towards where the boy neither could protect her nor even know what was happening to her. He was left alone with the darkest demons of his mind, which could only imagine the worst. ******** Mako was a fair distance down the hall. Far enough, she hoped, for her scent to be too mingled with the surrounding stinkies for Zenki to notice. Alright, so he had told her to go away. But technically, she had! ... Just, perhaps, not quite so far as he would have liked. She observed, from a conveniently concealing vantage point in an open doorway, as Zenki carried the human Tradi girl out of the base- ment and locked the door behind him. Mako knew exactly who was in the basement. What she hadn't known before was that Shiaki had something to do with him. /Must be important for Zenki to sneak her in and out like that... and why is he carrying her?! What happened down there??/ She was going to find out. Fun was fun, and Mako had her fun pretty freely. But when it came down to critical moments such as these -- moments involving the mighty demon Zenki and possible treason -- she knew exactly where her loyalties lied. ******** Hikaru took the demons of his mind with him into 'the box.' He would speak to none of them anymore. When Roh asked him again that morning, "Where is the leak in the Neon base?" Hikaru /delighted/ in not telling him. Anything to make their lives more miserable... Anything to again be the thorn in their side... Anything to wound them, as they had wounded Shiaki. 'The box' wasn't all that bad... yet. It was cube of a room, 15 feet all around, completely sanitary, white from top to bottom. Up the side of one smooth wall, too high up to reach by jumping -- and climbing was out of the question without suction cups for feet -- was a white platform with a white bar. Probably designed so he could be observed or interrogated from a safe distance. Hikaru was as naked as the day he had been born. They even went to the trouble of cleaning him before dumping him in 'the box.' That couldn't possibly last very long. He would have to go to the bathroom sooner or later, and he didn't see any toilet paper handy. Were they trying to embarrass him? Humiliate him? He sat in one corner with his naked legs spread wide on the floor, his naked arms relaxed at his side, and a smile spread across his face. There was no humiliation in being naked. The only humiliation would be in telling them what they wanted to know. He hadn't slept all night, wanting to be awake for the moment when Roh came to get him. Realizing this, he slowly, finally nodded off. ******** When he awoke, Hikaru was greeted by the sight of a chair resting in the center of the room. He stood to inspect it. Normal chair, by all accounts, except for one disturbing difference -- a fake penis had been attached to the center of the seat. Even more disturbing: it appeared to be mechanical. Most disturbing: it appeared to have been previously used by someone. Hikaru recoiled. The voice of Roh drifted down from the platform above. "I have one question for you, General Hikaru Kido..." /That's nice. I ain't got an answer for you/, Hikaru thought spitefully. "Where is the leak in the Neon base?" /Wouldn't //you// like to know.../ Roh allowed a pause before continuing. "I can see you've decided to be uncooperative today as well. Before we discuss this matter further, however, I want you to have a seat." Hikaru took just one more glance at the repulsively augmented chair before sitting down... ... On the floor. "No, General. I wish you to have a seat on the chair we've placed there for you." The bored expression on Hikaru's face did not change. He could see from his place on the floor that the chair had been bolted down, so unfortunately it would do no good to pick it up and hurl it at the Neon Commander. Pity... Hikaru was a good aim, too. "You do not seem to understand how much I'd like to see this chair put to use, General..." /Oh, I've got a pretty good idea, you sick fuck.../ "... You see, if /you/ refuse to sit upon it, my only alternative will be to seat Shiaki upon it. By force, if necessary. Or perhaps, she will do it willingly..." he said as insultingly as he could -- and he /could/. Hikaru snarled. He knew they would do it... He knew they'd make him watch it, too... Looking up at Roh, and not once removing his gaze, Hikaru stood, moved over to the chair... And he sat down, slowly, upon it. The sensation was unbelievably violating. Especially since he had to do it himself -- the violation spread far beyond the space between his buttocks. His muscles tensed around it instinctively. It was like a large bowel movement going in the wrong direction. He wanted with all his heart to push it out, but he clung desperately to the knowledge that what he would endure was going to save Shiaki from the same. This allowed him to stay where he was... "You will find this experience much more agreeable if you relax, General," Roh advised. /Relax, MY ASS! ... Wait... that wasn't very funny....../ Hikaru's thighs began to twitch, wanting nothing more than to remove the object inserted deeply in him. "Move a little," Roh commanded. Hikaru was understandably apprehensive to do so. "Move a little, now, or the chair will receive a new occupant." Flexing the muscles in his unhappy thighs, Hikaru lifted him- self slightly off the chair, and lowered himself again. He could not relax. "Continue." Hikaru repeated the movement, this time his face contorted into a terrible frown. His entire body was as stiff as a board. As a result, the motion was quite painful. "I can see this is not going to work as I had hoped. Very well, we'll do it the /other/ way." Hikaru wasn't sure he liked the sound of that. Roh fed him new instructions, which Hikaru obeyed with slow caution: "Rise and face the back of the chair. Straddle it, hold the back with your hands, and sit down again." There wasn't much of a difference to Hikaru. It still felt entirely against the laws of nature to him. "There is a button beneath the chair," Roh told him. "Press it." /A mechanical chair.../ Hikaru knew what was going to happen before he pressed it. So, at least, when he did, it was less of a shock. Not to suggest that anything which was currently happening to him could ever be described as 'not shocking.' The fake penis moved on its own. All Hikaru had to do was sit there and hold on. This was when Roh received the first taste of Hikaru's voice that he had gotten all day. It was a strong moan, bordering on a scream. The Wolf Lord smiled. The object pushed and pulled within Hikaru despite how tight he was. He realized that the sheen of the object which had made it appear used was actually a jelly lubrication to keep his tender skin from burning. He was so tight, however, that most of the jelly came off quickly -- and in the end, it didn't do much good. "Does it hurt, General?" /HOLY SHIT, YES!!/ "It will help you to wet your fingers with your mouth... and wipe it on yourself." Fairly open to suggestion at this point, Hikaru did as Roh suggested. The action would do nothing to give the Neon information and everything to ease Hikaru's discomfort, and so the general felt vindicated in 'obeying.' All it could possibly do was give the Neon Commander a false sense of supremacy... And indeed, Hikaru was feeling less-than-superior at this moment. His saliva helped, but he had to keep after it. It dried quickly. He soon learned that relaxing did decrease the pain. It was difficult for his mind to allow, but Hikaru reaped the benefits almost instantly. The penis slid and in and out with greater ease, pushing and pulling a sensitive part deep inside the general. It tickled and teased something within. Before he had even realized, the precursor of a climax had seeped out from his hardened member. Roh was giddy. "Use it, General Kido, to replace the jelly." Hikaru obeyed once more. Wiping the sticky, thickness off himself and onto the object, his sensitivity became maddening. He had to... He was compelled to... He /NEEDED/ to... Gripping his engorged manhood in his hands, he pulled with a relenting roughness that matched the force invading him from beneath. It wouldn't give them information... It only gave them a false sense of superiority... The voice of Roh goaded him from above. "Do you like it? Is it hard? Do you want it deeper? Do you want it to fuck you faster?" Lost in a terrible ecstasy -- one which he destested, and for which he detested himself -- Hikaru could not stop himself from doing the first thing he swore he would not do... He spoke to the Neon... "...... //YES!!//" he screamed. TO BE CONTINUED...