Chapter 37-Seimei

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P.S.: Some tiny hints of possible sexual assaults.

Chapter 37

He once said that Heaven is all around us,

Transparent and boundless

He never realized that he is Heaven itself:

Pristine and spotless,

Clean as ice and pure as jade

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Shion was in a comatose state for three days and nights, and he finally came to on the fourth day in the late afternoon.

"YU-HU!"

The 4th-ranked samurai bolted upright, his milky orbs wide open and shimmering like fine white opals in the dimness of the Healing Cave. Sharp chills assailed his sweat-soaked, trembling body, and he shivered, rubbing his goosebump-pimpled skin vigourously to restore some much-needed heat to his freezing system.

What happened to me? Why is it so cold?

Another shiver shot through him like a whip.

Whip...whip...

An image flashed in his throbbing brain.

Someone whipping Seimei with a chain whip. Droplets of blood splattered everywhere...even landing on his face and in his eyes.

Shion scrubbed his clammy face roughly with his callused hands, then rubbed his pale eyes; his actions were jerky and uncoordinated, signifying his chaotic mental state.

Seimei...Yu-Hu....

Seimei WAS Yu-Hu!

Yu-Hu IS Seimei!

And he, Yamada Asaemon Shion, was...

Xue Ning! A noble Dragon Prince!

But he was also...also...

Gui Long. A bloodthirsty, murderous demon.

He dropped his head into his hands as an agonized groan tore from deep within him. Suddenly, propelled by an internal force, he leaped to his feet, but then he fell on his face. His legs had gone into deep slumber and had yet to reawaken. Nonetheless, he gritted his teeth and began to drag his leaden body towards the cavern mouth.

He needed to get to Seimei. His Big Brother Yu-Hu.

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Seimei dropped his bottle of potion and clutched at his chest. Deep furrows lined his smooth brows as he struggled for breaths. His frail heart felt as if it was roasted in the oven of Avīci*; blood leaked from the corners of his quivering lips and dripped steadily onto his white bedding.

Like Shion, Seimei, too, was unconscious for three days and nights. And just like his little dragon, he had just regained consciousness and was tended to by Saito while the others kept watch over him.

He stared at the splotches. Red on white. Red Manjushage* blooming in autumn snow.

Purity stained by passion. Harbingers of death. A call from the Underworld.

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