Be forewarned, it is not a nice story. There is noncon (non-consensual). The main pairing is Murata/Yuuri, but it starts off as Murata/Shinou.

This is Shiny working out her inner demons.

Warnings: Noncon, gore, violence, yaoi, camping.

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The Slashing Opera

In my desperation, I'll dress myself up grandly

Even while knowing you'll cut me down

In my desperation, I'll polish myself to a shine

Even while knowing you'll cut me down

It was terrible, oh how it was terrible

When you did just that

You lopped off my hair

And left me looking how you did when you died

It was one of those rare days when Murata Ken left the solidarity and sanctuary of the Tomb of the Great One. In fact, the reason he fled the great tomb was because the said owner of the tomb was plaguing him. He was slipping memories into his head, whispering in his ear and ghosting over his body. Murata felt he would break if he left there, and knew he would crumble into despair if he stayed.

So, Murata was now sitting comfortably on one of the terraces on Blood Pledge Castle, looking into the courtyard. Yuuri was chasing after Greta, who decided it was her turn to play with Morgif. He sat with once leg crossed over the other, elbow on the table next to him to prop his head up. His glasses reflected the light just right to make his look unreadable as the hand supporting his chin slipped upwards to cover and grasp his mouth.

It seemed that he was still in the reach of The Great One. He could see flashes from 4000 years ago, memories of him and the great blonde Maoh. Back when he had long hair and was not quite so wise, and when he was still brash and impulsive and alive. He could remember lying on a grassy hill as the sun set before them. He could smell the damp grass and see the clouds flitting in the horizon and hear his heartbeat.

Back when Murata was not Soukoku no Daikenja and he wasn't Shinou Heika, together and alone, they were just Daikenja and Shinou. Murata could hear the soft rise and fall of his chest and could feel the fleeting caresses of long fingers through his hair. Shinou always loved his hair.

Murata could feel the bile rise up in his throat as he let his memories get the better of him. His whole body was shaking as he hunched over in his seat, head now between his legs. Drawing in grasping breaths, he dry heaved until his body settled down minutes later. He could feel a hand rubbing his back, soothing him and yet worsening his condition. Murata sat back up, completely ignoring the deity beside him.

"What did I do to get the silent treatment, Daikenja?"

Murata wiped his forehead on the sleeve of his jacket, brushing away the perspiration. He then closed his eyes and rested his head against the back of the chair he had slumped into. He felt a ghostly hand rest gently on his shoulder, so familiar and yet so saddening.

"That's bad for your posture, you know"

Murata felt his breath quicken, but schooled his features into his impassable smile. He covered his eyes, glasses and all, with his hand and used his long fingers to massage his temple. He could feel four thousand years of emotion trying to get the better of him, but he wouldn't give in that easily.

"The reason I left was to get away from you," Murata said, hand clamped over his eyes.

He didn't have to look to see the look on Shinou's face. It was somewhere crossed between puzzled and shocked with a small frown pulling between his eyebrows. He knew what that look was, just like he knew that it was false. He was more than aware of Shinou's intentions and after four thousand years, little had changed. He could never deny the Great One for long.

"I rather… enjoyed watching your past life, Dai,"

Murata suppressed a shiver. His pervious life wasn't one of his best choices. He had been a French doctor named Henry Régent, a Spanish bread maker, a Venetian bakery worker, an ancient Egyptian mummy maker, and a knight in the crusades and those deeds still fell short. No, in his previous life, he was a porn actress name Christina. A good one, but porn just the same.

"So you were the creepy brunette ogling me," Murata replied, removing his hand from his face but keeping his eyes shut.

"Mmm. I don't think you realised just how enthralling you were"

And now he could feel the ghost of a hand sliding up his knee and along his inner thigh. Murata felt his blood boil and rush to a familiar wanton place. He was still a virgin in this body, and despite the fact he was 4000 years old, the excitement of someone touching him was that of a virgin's. And he knew that Shinou knew this.

"I lied. You weren't nearly as enthralling as now," he whispered into his ear.

Murata could feel the spirit's body now. He could feel the man's chest press against his abdomen as Shinou was kneeling between his legs. That hand hiked higher up his thigh and was moving dangerously close to his groin. Ghostly breath puffed out and tickled the hair near his ear. But still, Murata kept his eyes closed. He knew that if he looked into those blue eyes, the same ones that told him that they loved him four thousand years ago, he would come undone.

"Come on, Dai. Show me those beautiful onyx eyes again."

Murata shook his head slightly, keeping his eyes clamped shut. His body was burning with want and he felt so ashamed that Murata thought he was going to throw up. He could hear the breathy chuckle just below his left ear and that hand slid down towards his knee before going back up his thigh, dangerously closer each time.

"I don't remember you being this stubborn," he sighed.

Murata could feel his eyes getting sticky and the light brightening behind them. He was dangerously close to opening his eyes. His cheeks were flushed pink and the rest of his face was deadly pale with a green tinge. He was biting his lower lip, sinking in sharp canine teeth and drawing blood. Murata felt a tear roll down his cheek and he wasn't even aware he was crying. All energy was on not opening his eyes.

And suddenly, he was gone. Shinou was gone without a trace of energy or scent, completely vanished like the phantom he had become. Murata came back to reality, which was apparently someone shaking his shoulder.

"MuraKen? Murata?! Can you hear me? Someone, call for Gisela!"

Ah, he knew that voice. He knew that hysterical, completely over reactive tone that screamed naivety. He opened his eyes to find Yuuri's worried obsidian orbs staring into his. Murata merely smiled, cocking his head to the side slightly.

"Sorry, Shibyua. What were you saying?" he asked, voice completely calm. Murata was amazed that he had managed to keep both his face and his voice under control while swallowing back the bile rising in his throat.

"Murata! Are you okay. You're as white as a ghost," Yuuri said worriedly, hand clasped on his shoulder.

Ah. Bad choice of words. So it was Yuuri whom had chased Shinou away. Murata definitely owed him something. Maybe when they returned to Earth, he would buy him some ramen or something.

"I'm fine, Shibuya. Just a sudden dizzy spell," Murata said with a smile.

Yuuri's big eyes staring into his with such worry made him feel guilty. He could always tell what his friend was thinking, and knowing that Yuuri worried and cared for him so much helped to lighten the burden he carried. Murata absently patted Yuuri on the shoulder and tried to stand up. Yuuri immediately pushed him back down.

"Don't move. Gisela is on her way," Yuuri said, pushing Murata back into the chair and keeping him there.

"Shibuya, I'm fine. Really. I was just feeling a little ill, but I'm fine now," Murata reasoned. He definitely felt guilty lying to Yuuri, but he didn't need to know this. This was between him and Shinou, no need to drag in innocent victims.

"Fine, you can go," Yuuri said. Murata was stunned that he had won so easily. "After Gisela checks you." Yuuri added, pushing back into the chair as he began to rise.

Murata held his hands up in defeat and sighed, slumping into the chair.

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I've written, like, ten dark chapters already. I was very angsty. So, I tried an angsty story. Which turned into non-consensual smut. I have a one tracked mind.

Toodles.

Shiny

XOXOXO