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Book One: One Thousand and One Nights
Chapter 4: Obscurity of the Secrets

Since he had come to the city – and that event seemed.... so long ago.... - Asa-gii had only seen the Upper Level City once or twice. Middle Level, many times, and the Lower Level, he called home when he wasn't at Names of the Roses. Upper Level, like the mountain holograms, never failed to surprise him... Surprise him and astound him...

Perhaps...
Asa-gii nibbled ruminatively at some noodles left in the bottom of his dinner box.

Perhaps it is because there is beauty – even here... but it hides so much. So much is shoved away... literally... in the heart of things...
He leaned back, ignoring Mya-vi's arm which was stretched behind him across the back of the small bench. Sitting and looking out at this... In comfortable silence... Beside a man who had, against all expectations kept his word..

No strings attached, huh...
Asa-gii shifted, rooted around in his pocket and took out the apartment key.

No strings...
He fingered the cold metal of the key and then silently placed them on Mya-vi's leg. Asa-gii's fingers were suddenly trapped by Mya-vi's hand.
“Keep them.”

Asa-gii looked up in suprise – but Mya-vi's eyes never left the cityscape before them.

“Keep them,” he repeated softly.
Asa-gii bent his head, watching Mya-vi's fingers interlock with his – the key shifting in the palm of his hand. It seemed natural then, to lean against Mya-vi, to feel the aristocrat's arm surrounding his shoulders. It felt odd... but good at the same time.
If he shut his eyes... he could pretend...
He could pretend that this would last forever...
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As the last echoes of his voice died away in the rubble, an ominous groan rose from the darkness. It seemed to be coming from behind him – he whipped around but nothing emerged from the shadows. Standing there, turning round and round, Tsu-ne tried to find the familiar ramp to the alley. The seedy underside of Ground-T seemed homey in comparison to this dark underworld.
All his life, Tsu-ne had tended the Fence, never venturing beyond the gates of Kuroka Province. Despite the warnings of his brother and the information found in the textbooks which he crammed for basic education, Tsu-ne had never really understood...

Have I been so blind? He thought clutching his bag to his heaving chest. I thought I could handle this place – but – but surely – brother....
He remembered suddenly the cold feel of the coffin's metal handle beneath his fingertips.

It had been a closed casket funeral, the old people had said... Mya-vi's stony face close near his...
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“I'm sorry, Tsu-ne... you won't be able to see Momma and Poppa anymore..”

Tsu-ne's face crumpled up, his shorter arms clasping Mya-vi's neck as he sobbed into his older brother's shoulders.
Closed casket. As a little boy, that had meant next to nothing. Only increasing the feeling of loss and uncertainty. Now, in the dark, a young man, Tsu-ne understood very well...

The dark reality of life is nearer than one thinks... How foolish I was...
Terrified, he stood there, and then started to back slowly as the moans turned into whispers and growls. Eyes – yellow, red and purple – slowly opened in the darkness. Glinting. Glowing with unearthly beauty. Blinking slowly. Some never closed....
“Hiiro- Hi- Hi- Hi-”
For some reason, his voice wasn't working...
He had to come -
"na vidya-”
“He-he-he-he-”

Help!
He couldn't move...

Hiiro-ki. You said you'd be there... always...
“navidya na -”

Save me... someone....
“Vidyaksajo navidyaksayo -”
Tsu-ne and the beasts froze as the low murmur swelled. They could feel it in the silence of the dark – the power of the words.... And despite coming face to face with human mutations and the face of death, Tsu-ne felt inexplicably calm.
“yavan na jarmaranam -”
And he turned, just as light pierced the road, lighting up a way to the alley – Tsu-ne could see it. The small door he had fled through – beyond it familiar grey and neon – He turned and ran ignoring the pain of his feet as he ran in his heeled boots to the vision of safety that greeted him. White surrounded him – he could feel his legs wobbling dangerously, but something drove him onwards...
“na jaramaranksayo no kukha -”
Even though he knew that behind him laid unimaginable horrors, Tsu-ne couldn't seem to care. In the white warmth, he knew he would be safe.
“samudaya – nirodha – marga, na jnanam na pratih -”
Tsu-ne's eyes opened – and he stopped in awe to gaze at it – the jeweled, multicolored feathers of the Phoenix that flew overheard and from his eyes came immeasurable light... It had been over him the whole time...
It was....
“Move! Move!”
Jerked rather unpleasantly to the present, Tsu-ne obediently followed the hand gripping his arm. Awkwardly stumbling after his rescuer, the young aristocrat found himself rushed through the streets. There was no time for anything but running – behind them the Phoenix raised a harsh voice in threat- and fire erupted from within the light, raising an impenetrable wall of fire. The Bird disintegrated into ash... Five minutes of running passed by. Ten...
Tsu-ne, reaching his limit, tripped and fell, his breath more like deep sobbing, pants. Reaching up to wipe his face free from sweat, the black-haired beauty realized that his face was covered in tears and running makeup. Staring at the blood and black gunk on his palms, his shoulders shook – head to toe, Tsu-ne shook, no longer able to get up.
“Tsu-ne...”
He couldn't respond, his teeth were chattering so hard...
“Let me.”
Strong arms gathered him up, holding him close. So familiar and comforting to the petrified teenager. Tsu-ne, resting his head on the firm shoulder, smelled the familiar scent of musk and pulled himself closer in relief. His prayer had been answered. For a moment, he thanked the Good Lord for sending such a person...

Hiiro-ki...
“Hiiro-ki...” He whispered over and over. “Hiiro-ki...”
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“Tsu-ne isn't home yet...” Mya-vi frowned. “It's getting late... look at the hour...”
Asa-gii tilted his head to watch the hand tick around the face of Mya-vi's light-up pocket watch.

“I better get going,” Asa-gii said softly.

“Stay,” Mya-vi asked quietly. He grinned. “Aren't I irresistable?”
Asa-gii smiled cautiously back.

“In what way?”
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In the warmth of Mya-vi's dark room, they curled up together, tangling their toes. Asa-gii seemed to be perpetually cold – and Mya-vi fussed over him.
“It's okay,” Asa-gii protested weakly as Mya-vi piled more blankets on top of the bed. “It's just... a condition of mine...”

“But your feet are like ice!” protested Mya-vi, pulling the courtesan closer. “Here... warm yourself up.”
After a moment, Asa-gii sighed.
“What's that for?” asked Mya-vi. He chuckled. “Don't know what to do with me?”

“No,” was the short, honest reply. “Not at all.”

“Mhmmm... you make it sound bad...”

“It is... How can I live properly when I don't know what is the right way up?”

“Right way up where?”
Asa-gii sighed again. Louder.
“It makes me glad,” Mya-vi whispered after another moment of silence.

“Glad?”
Mya-vi's fingers trailed down long black hair and then brushed Asa-gii's cheek.
“That we – you – can be so happy here.”

“You're happy all the time,” Asa-gii deadpanned. “It's unnatural.”

“Happy... That's the promise I made to Tsu-ne...” Mya-vi smiled. “When we were young, our parents were lost to us. I had been so...”

“Incorrigible?"

“Yes. That... Before... But afterward... Hey... how did you know that?”

“Because you still are?”
Mya-vi chuckled.
“I guess some things haven't changed.”

“No,” Asagi shook his head, leaning to kiss Mya-vi on the lips. “Some things never should.”
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“Hiiro-ki,” Tsu-ne repeated again for the hundredth time, as his companion lowered him down on to his bed. “Hiiro-ki... stay...”
Hiiro-ki sat down at the edge of the bed, carefully. Suddenly feeling as if he were walking on very thin ice, the older man took Tsu-ne's quivering hand.
“It will be alright.”

“No. It won't...”
Hiiro-ki sighed.
“Why do you say that?”

“Because... how can things be right when... monsters like that... exist?”
Hiiro-ki said nothing for a moment. Then:
“Remember.... long ago... you made a promise with your brother. To always carry a smile for tomorrow? To work with hope for a happy future?”

“That is cruel! How can one stand that?” Tsu-ne turned restlessly away, clutching his pillow, his voice muffled in the lace. “It's impossible.”

“No... No. Not really,” smiled Hiiro-ki in the dark.
He slid down beside Tsu-ne gathering up the quietly crying younger man.
“After all, you have been holding your brother to this very promise, have you not? All these years, Mya-vi has been searching for this smile... He is strong. Acting up. Like a kid. But hurting deep down... You are his brother, Tsu-ne...”
Hiiro-ki's arms tightened as Tsu-ne turned around and buried his face again in his companion's chest.
“You too can be strong...”
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Mya-vi deepened the kiss carefully. Testing it, as the farmers tested the creek ice in the spring. Attempting to guage the passion which boiled restlessly beneath the surface... Trying to find fear or hesitancy.
But none was there. And Mya-vi didn't need to be asked twice. His hands rose to Asagi's shoulders – and they shifted - Mya-vi half lying across the courtesan, kissing him deeply. First his mouth, then his nose, eyelids, brow and then back down to his mouth. After several minutes, both were left panting, Mya-vi continued down Asa-gii's neck, lingering on Asa-gii's sensitive skin above the collarbone. And then bit hard. Asa-gii moaned, sending shivers down Mya-vi's spine – down to his groin...
He felt so hot....
Pushing Asa-gii's shirt up to reveal hard nipples, Mya-vi licked and nipped them, reveling in Asa-gii's failed attempts to remain dispassionate. Mya-vi's thigh between the courtesan could feel a hard response. He grinned. Ignoring Asa-gii's weak protests, Mya-vi's lips continued their path down to the courtesan's pants. Unzipping it and roughly pulling the pants down and off, Mya-vi hummed against Asa-gii's sensitive flesh, enjoying the involuntary pleasure on Asa-gii's face. Mya-vi always teased Asa-gii about his ticklish ankles.
After making his way back up, Mya-vi decided to pay more attention to Asa-gii's cock. With agonizing care, the aristocrat kissed, nipped and licked the half-erection. Asa-gii groaned as Mya-vi's deft tongue slid up and down his shaft, into his slit – and then disappeared, leaving him with an unsatisfied want. But not for long, in a few seconds, Mya-vi began to suck on Asa-gii's cock, paying especially attention to his head. The courtesan's hips bucked at the feel of the aristocrat's tongue curling around his cock, followed by long tattooed fingers which began to stroke his shaft – and when Asa-gii came he sobbed out his lover by name for the first time. Mya-vi smiled, a finger dabbing the cum in his mouth. Asa-gii tasted like roses.
The night was filled with passion and pleasure, as Asa-gii was reminded again and again why Mya-vi stood out above the rest of his customers. Why Mya-vi's position had changed so much, subconsciously, in Asa-gii's mind. From customer to....

No, thought Asa-gii during a short respite. He was astride Mya-vi now, his lips in turn kissing and suckling the pale flesh. Marking each sign – the mysteries of Mya-vi's flesh once again laid bare. It was beautiful, in Asa-gii's eyes.

Incomparable, really...
His fingers followed his lips, carefully stoking Mya-vi's fire again. After a few minutes, Mya-vi was once again sporting another sizable erection. Asa-gii found a laugh escaping his chest -

So... miraculous really... ahhhhhhh.........
Such a wonder...

Little did Mya-vi and Asa-gii know that their thoughts were quite similar. Mya-vi found exquisite bliss watching Asa-gii impale himself in the most pleasurable way... and to Asa-gii, watching the wonder and exuberance on Mya-vi's face, felt something unfamiliar birthed in his chest.
Asa-gii, for the first time, filled and surrounded by Mya-vi, felt that he had reached his home.
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It was so familiar, it was frightening. The smell of leather and dust. Metal and wood. Creaking wheels and the clop-clopity-clopity-clop of the horses hooves. His father's horses. Raised with special care. One of the few breeds of animals who had survived the Armageddon...
They were expensive to obtain – and beautiful.
It was exciting to Mya-vi – to be going home so early this time around. Buisness hadn't been so bad this year. And for once, several good national schemes had been passed with little opposition. With his presents for Tsu-ne ready, and dreams of Kuroka, Mya-vi was excited...
You're going home! You're going home! You're going home!
The dreambeat of hoofs on the grey paved road seemed to sing to him. Lying back, he rested, eyes closed, thinking of his to-do list.
WHAM!
Without warning, the carriage skidded to a halt, thrown sideways suddenly. Mya-vi, shielding himself from shattered glass, could hear distant yelling and somebody was losing control of the horses. Yanking the only available door open, Mya-vi poked his head out -
And his eyes widened.

It was.... a vampire...
A vampire....
Already it had found its prey. One of the coachmen – now hanging from its teeth. The tall humanoid creature lifted his head. Mya-vi could see the sharp fanged teeth tightly sunk into the now pale flesh. A corpse. The coachman had died of a broken neck...
Blood hit the ground, spattering the pavement darkly – and in the evening, the spreading pool of blood looked like oil...
Trying not to throw up, Mya-vi snagged his favorite handguns from under the coach bench and cocking it fired repeatedly at the monster.
But it was useless.
It always was useless.
Before he knew it, Mya-vi was lifted off his feet – finding himself looking down a long arm to the bloody, white face of the vampire. It was sickening to watch himself struggle against the iron grip around his neck. He could feel the loss of oxygen even now...
The other hand raised, and then fell, ripping away the coat and shirt like tissue. Silver buttons rolled. Far away, the remaining coachman and guard were screaming his name.
“Run...” he wanted to tell them. “Take the horses and go...”
But they couldn't hear his rasping whispers.
“You....” The vampire breathed, his fingers tracing Mya-vi's markings.
Mya-vi gasped. Suddenly, he realized something odd was up. He wasn't bitten yet.
“Let... me go...” He gritted his teeth, using up his remaining strength to gouge the beast's hands with his fingernails.
Between the gouging and the repeated shots of reserve handguns, Mya-vi found himself flung away – rolling over and over on the tarmac, until he fell off the edge. Above the road, the vampire, staggered away, full of silver bullets.
It roared, eyes turning a darker red. Mya-vi, struggling to his feet, watched with horror as the creature dissolved into a cloud of bats. He tried to scream warning – but no words would come out. Ascending higher and higher the bats flew, circling overhead. All three men watched, with terrified fascination as a strange red circle lit the sky – and then fell – bats and all – they were everywhere – slowly thinning out... slowly coalescing to reveal the new form of the vampire.
No. Not a vampire, surely. Something WORSE....
The red circle on the tarmac disappeared suddenly. Mya-vi stumbled back incoherently as within five minutes his men were devoured whole by the monster. Turning around wildly, he ran.
A safe place – all he needed was a safe place....
Behind him the vampire laughed.
“Come out, little one and play. Yes... let us play with the one who has been blessed... For his blood slakes the deepest thirst and therein lies the truest bliss...”
Already Mya-vi was running. Running through the forest – running through bracken which scratched his face and hands – running through the cold stream which weighed his feet down heavily and chilled his marrow...
The road. He need to find the road. The Blessed Way which was not broken.
He needed to find his angel.
“Angel...” he whispered. “Be there! Be there! Be there!”
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“SOMEONE!!!!!” He screamed, jerking awake – only to find a familiar pale face with blue eyes looming over him. Concern was written all over Asa-gii's face.
“Lord Mya-vi... are you alright?” asked the courtesan.

“Yeah......” The aristocrat nodded slowly, trying to steady his breathing. “Yeah... just... a bad dream...”
“An old one?” whispered Asagi, cradling the shuddering man.

“Yeah......” Mya-vi answered hoarsely. “But it's okay... It happened... long ago...”
Asa-gii laid his cheek on Mya-vi's head.
“Some things never change... the bad more often than the good...” He said whimsically. “Why is that, do you think?”
Mya-vi didn't answer him, merely lay there, enjoying Asa-gii's warmth. Closing his eyes, trying to think of something brighter...
“Surely... the Good Lord has abandoned us...”
Mya-vi was silent.
-
Although Mya-vi noticed a marked difference in Tsu-ne's behavior – sensing something was troubling his younger sibling – he said nothing. Tsu-ne, for all his dainty appearance, was not fond of people troubling themselves on his account. For the most part, Tsu-ne loved to deal with his problems. There were a few times in the young aristocrat's life, when he couldn't seem to cope with something – Mya-vi was reminded of their parents' deaths...
Tsu-ne, after a week's silence, had turned to his older brother, lost, confused and deeply saddened. Their parents had never been close to him – always far away – always traveling and partying, leaving the boys in the care of their nanny and butler...
But, the loss was deep, nevertheless.
Mya-vi watched as time and time again, Tsu-ne attempted to gain his own independence. Emotionally if not physically, mentally if not economically. After the loss of abandonment and then of death, Tsu-ne had seemed outwardly unchanged, but inwardly...
Mya-vi knew.
Tsu-ne was afraid.

And he's afraid again, Mya-vi bit his lip, watching his brother shrilly laugh at some debutante's joke.

But of what... I can't say...
He sighed.

I hope Hiiro-ki is going to be able to figure this one out. Because I can't.... Hiiro-ki probably knows and has been vowed to silence... again.......
Still other things crowded in to fill his time and divide his attention. The Court seemed to be in a mild upheaval over some gaffe at a party. The Emperor had fallen silent on the possibility of long-distance telephone communication and technology. Even worse, Mya-vi finally started to hear what he had been expecting...
Rumors of upheavals, of fighting. Of a darkness erupting out again, as it had done so long ago. The hellholes were restless perhaps – no one seemed to know. No one wanted to say. It was only in the pauses and the silences – and a few nudges – a glance... Mya-vi found a few people, like Ki-sa, who seemed to be actually thinking on the matter.

Would war be on them again?
It worried him because he knew the long trip home could become twice as perilous. They had struck lucky last time. The next time, they might not be so lucky. Besides, Kuroka needed him to be there, to strengthen them in the times ahead... The priest needed new blessings brought to him, and new spells and wards to learn. Perhaps he should bring some Acolytes back?
Crazy thoughts ran around Mya-vi's head each day. And during his days of alone time, the conflicted aristocrat sought out the calming influence of Asa-gii. In Names of the Roses, time seemed to stop – a chance to take a deep breath and re-evaluate.
Re-evaluate his circumstances, he did. After their impassioned sexual encounters, they would lie there, together, for a moment... and he would think.
Sometimes, with prompting from Asa-gii, he would talk. They would talk together. Some solutions arose out of that brothel bedroom. And Mya-vi became very familiar with the scent of red roses and the soft feel of pink eiderdown.
But he couldn't say anything to Asa-gii about it. His most secret conflict...

As much as my province needs me... Tsu-ne needs to go home and relax... I have useful technology and funds for my people... and yet... how can I leave Asa-gii behind?
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“He's come, he's come!” They whispered one night.
Mya-vi, in the middle of swigging some wine, paused. He set his glass down and cocked and eybrow at Iishi-ii.
“Who's come?”

“A beautiful hero!” chirped Tsu-ne, brightly. His makeup was very heavy tonight.

His eyes look so sad....
Mya-vi bit his lip, feeling torn.

Tsu-ne...
“One who has been blessed by the Good Lord,” Ki-sa nodded.

Iishi-ii snorted.
“One who has been blessed... a Hunter?” asked Mya-vi, raising an eyebrow.

“Hmmmm...”

“I don't believe it,” Iishi-ii shrugged. “I need to see it to believe it.”
Ki-sa slapped him playfully, “Don't be sacrilegious.”
“I am looking forward to it for one,” Tsu-ne stuck his tongue out playfully at Iishi-ii. “Somebody like that... surely... is blessed.”

“A Hunter...” Mya-vi stared at his wine glass. “A Hunter...”
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Roars of laughter and swearing filled the ballroom as he entered it. Mya-vi raised his eyebrows as he watched a whole bunch of people crowded around the center of the room. Tsu-ne skipped forward in excitement. It seemed like the crowd was chanting something.
“It's the Hunter!” Tsu-ne whispered, waving his arms with excitement, attempting to get through the crowd – and failing.

“Here...” Mya-vi sighed, and parted the crowd for him.
Tsu-ne followed his brother closely until they managed to elbow some space to the center.
The tall aristocrat winced as the noise heightened around him. Somebody was yelling in his ear.
"Drink, drink, drink!”
Then, Mya-vi realized that was what the whole crowd was yelling...
“DRINK! DRINK! DRINK!”
It made more sense then – the reason why a young man was downing a five pint mug of mead. Mya-vi and Tsu-ne watched with horrified fascination as the adam's apple bobbed up and down – the jug tilted and then with a resounding BANG!, the young man slammed the mug on the table.
“There! 5 pints! In one go. I betcha none of you could chug it!”
Mya-vi's lips twitched.

So the blessed one likes his drink. Of all things.
He laughed and clapped his hands, joining the rest.

Go figure.
“Who is he?” asked Tsu-ne, still stunned.
Mya-vi wondered what the hell Tsu-ne had been visualizing.

Surely not some sort of visionary? Or an angel? Or... worse... a hermit – or some sort of white garbed saint?
The young man was wearing a rather tatty black overcoat with big buckles. Underneath, some leather and rather dirty formals showed, obviously looking like they'd seen better days... the knee-high boots were caked in mud.

Surely... Mya-vi stared in awe. He didn't WALK in?
“He's....” The man next to them shook his head. “Don't you know? There have been rumors of him... The legendary... Hyden-zou... Hyden-zou, the Dragon-Wing...”
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