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Chapter List
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Warnings: Adult situations (hetero sex!
It IS possible!) between an original character and Kibito. Implied
Kaioshin x Kibito.

A/N: Wanted to write a short story. I
feel like I try drowning my audience in descriptions. I can't help
it, I swear, I thrive from detail! I'm certain some people would
prefer more conversation instead.

Not sure how this turned out. The mood
I intended changed often during the writing process. I wanted it to
be raunchy and sexy. I think it just turned out sad and
disappointing. Life can't be happy all the time, I guess.

I HATE original characters. Hate, hate,
hate. They should all DIE. But alas, an OC could not be avoided in
this situation.

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Though Kaioshin-Kai was the most
fulfilling and pristine environment of the universe, even the most
exalted deities could not remain on it for all eternity.

Kaioshin differed greatly from his
ancestors, who had departed from the sanctity of the holy planet very
rarely. It was the sole surviving deity who had, under numerous
circumstances, broke tradition. For as long as Kibito had served his
master, he could sense the nearly tangible unease of his charge when
life became void of adventure.

It was then the Supreme Kai utilized
the only cure for his comfort, and physically explored the universe
rather than scrutinizing it from afar. At first, Kibito had been very
reluctant to allow Kaioshin's ventures. After all, he was the
guardian of the deity, and did all he could to prevent harm or
exposure of the god to the soiled underbelly of mortal lands.

In addition, Kibito could not deny that
over time, a rather complicated relationship had formed between him
and Kaioshin. From the very beginning, Kibito had found himself
infatuated with the appearance and abilities of the deity. Though
comparatively, Kibito was weak against Kaioshin's supernatural
capabilities, he was also powerless against him due to the admiration
he had. Kibito wanted nothing more than to conceal the god and have
him to himself.

Though Kibito avoided acknowledging his
emotions as love, he could not truly deny it. He had grown overly
possessive of Kaioshin and desired so greatly to touch him that he
couldn't physically restrain the deity from cavorting around the
cosmos like a gleeful, esurient child. If he had, he risked ridding
the god of his vestal innocence, to which Kaioshin preserved so
valiantly.

In the end, Kibito could do nothing to
prevent the deity from leaving the sanctuary of Kaioshin-Kai. He was
forced to follow as obediently and closely as ever. It took multiple
travels for Kibito to come to terms with Kaioshin's decisions.
Initially, Kaioshin had gradually facilitated their journeys by
choosing uninhabited destinations. They spent their time studying
planets that consisted of little more than flora vainly attempting to
evolve into something more.

Eventually, Kaioshin couldn't continue
neglecting his natural curiosity and lead Kibito to lands with higher
lifeforms. It was then Kibito was truly on his guard, as the deity
had no reluctance to immerse himself in bustling, growing,
intelligent societies.

Kaioshin never proceeded without
watching the planets closely before physically traveling to them. It
wasn't the deity's desire to introduce himself and his bodyguard to
unnecessary harm. Had any true threat existed, he would simply
consider another planet in the limitless cosmos. Kibito had no choice
but to wait for his master's orders, wondering what exactly Kaioshin
sought in the worlds they immersed themselves in.

Eventually, over multiple occurrences,
Kibito began suspecting similarities – perhaps even a pattern
in Kaioshin's methods. There were certain events, certain
commonalities, that Kibito recognized. For instance, the deity often
interacted with women in a manner that was intriguing and continued
on an increasingly frequent basis.

Only initially did these happenings
appear innocent.

Kaioshin's current planet of interest
was comparable to many throughout the universe. There were vast
cities and grand architecture. Though civilization that had formed on
the world, it had not truly embraced higher sciences or technology.
The citizens lived minimally, favoring sun or candle-lit buildings
made of basic organic materials.

There was little need for the people to
consume themselves with achieved beauty, as they embraced nature –
much like the Kais. In fact, the structural appearance of the natives
made it easy for the immortals to blend in, though Kaioshin always
insisted they remain formally uniformed. Though the deity wished to
avoid kindling interest, it was not his intention to void his
identity in the process.

That was why, as the immortals casually
strode the streets, all eyes seemed stuck upon them. Though the
natives were unsuspecting of their exalted identities – or even
that such Kais existed – they were naturally suspicious of
foreigners. Though not entirely xenophobic, the people of the planet
couldn't help but scrutinize the newcomers – especially
Kaioshin, who contrasted the greatest. With his petite stature,
supernatural grace, porcelain lavender skin, and flamboyant white
mohawk, Kaioshin was a sight to behold.

Perhaps the only reason the natives
regarded Kibito with such interest was because of his stature. Being
significantly larger than what seemed to exist in the population,
Kibito dominated the streets with his grand size. From the breadth of
his shoulders to his powerful musculature and intimidating dour
visage, Kibito's purpose was likely evident. Why else would such a
petite man have such a brusque and overwhelming companion?

Of course, Kibito could only assume
their suspicions. He did not yet know if perhaps the natives could
sense the dichotomy presented by the deity. For as fragile and
innocent as Kaioshin, he was immensely powerful.

As for truly pure, that could be
contended. Kibito had strong suspicion that the Supreme Kai was only
intentionally vestal. Naturally, he was mischievous and cunning –
impish most accurately fit the deity, who remained physically virgin
but could prove behaviorally deceiving.

Throughout their history together,
Kibito had caught glimpses of desires the deity shared with his
vocal, sultry eyes. The immortals had shared long, admiring stares
with each other, focused on nothing else. There were instances where
the deity would submit to his naturally ingrained hungers and touch
Kibito, if only with the faintest brush of fingertips.

Had it not been for the telling glint
in the god's sensual eyes, Kibito would have believed the attention
to be innocent. And yet Kaioshin's gaze lingered much longer than his
contact, his expression just noticeably desperate and regretful –
not because of doubt in his emotions, but because of his status.

Had Kaioshin not been the supreme
overseer of the universe, Kibito suspected he would submit to his
hunger for physical companionship. Kibito could sense Kaioshin's love
for him, even if he never truly spoke of it.

Though Kaioshin's compassion for his
guardian was so profoundly rooted, the deity was too loyal to his
purpose to relinquish the control he maintained over himself. He
allowed it to temporarily falter – achingly and rarely so –
but he would not let go. What Kaioshin feared more than death itself
was his ability to offset the delicate balance of the cosmos, were he
to favor one being over so many countless others.

And so the two immortals forever found
themselves in lustful limbo, with Kibito vainly attempting to avoid
confronting the tension between them. It was much simpler for
Kaioshin to overlook his desire, as he had so much more to damage had
they ever romantically connected. Instead, Kaioshin interested
himself with Kibito's pleasure rather than his own, utilizing their
travels to allow Kibito to taste a poor alternative to what he could
never truly have.

Though Kaioshin practiced celibacy for
himself, never had he expected his bodyguard to conform to the same
high and exalted standards. Kibito was entirely unaware that Kaioshin
traveled more for his bodyguard's benefit than his own. It was easy
enough for Kaioshin to obtain knowledge through his omnipotent
visions, though he didn't deny the glee he derived from experiencing
tangible foreign environments. Such travels had been once forbidden
to him, before Majin Buu disrupted the holy order of his kind.

It was Kaioshin who was most interested
in the sights and sounds and bustling town surrounding them. Enticed
by the music of laughing children and the lush colors of fresh
produce, the deity had lead Kibito to the open markets of cobblestone
streets.

It was not royalty that existed here,
but the true essence and substance of the natives that lived so
pleasantly. Men reached out to the crowds with their eager voices,
attempting to draw customers to their livestock and talents.
Meanwhile, women relied on their welcoming auras to attract and
interest people in foods and crafts, their children gleefully running
about them.

When Kibito cast a sidelong glance at
Kaioshin, he could see the deity's eyes skipping from person to
person, taking everything about them in. He failed to linger on a
single individual for long, studying them just enough to decide they
weren't worthy of approaching.

Just once, Kaioshin allowed himself to
veer from the stone path, tempted by the sweet scent of fanciful
fruit. It was one foreign to the immortals, and appeared delectable
and fertile enough for Kaioshin to try. With his endless supply of
resources, Kaioshin offered the vendor a rather generous sum of
currency in exchange for the produce she sold.

“Would you like one?”
Kaioshin offered, looking up at Kibito's dour visage only after he
had chosen the most prime fruit, grasping it delicately with his
elegant fingers. Kibito merely raised a brow in response, to which
Kaioshin shrugged and smiled.

“Not feeling very adventurous
today, are we, Kibito-san?” the deity asked with affectionate
affinity.

“Never as strongly as you,”
Kibito replied, his voice drastically deeper than Kaioshin's.

With no need to push the matter
further, Kaioshin lifted the fruit to his lips. It was pink and soft,
with a faint fuzz on the surface. Earthlings would have considered
the produce a peach, and yet it was much sweeter, with a sour
undertone teasing Kaioshin's acute senses.

Whatever it was, it delighted Kaioshin
to the point where he purred in happiness, his heavily bordered eyes
delectably closing. The deity sat there, savoring his initial taste
for a moment, before continuing to nibble at the fruit in his hand.
However carefully or strategically Kaioshin ate, clear juices escaped
the fullness of his lips. The few, but so very distracting droplets
of dew, seized Kibito's attention and threatened to punched a hole
cleanly through his control.

The world surrounding the immortals
ceased to exist to the guardian, who suddenly felt parched in thirst.
Kibito wanted nothing more than to lift the juice from Kaioshin's
lips with his tongue, or perhaps brush it away with a pass of his
thumb. To do so, Kibito would risk devouring Kaioshin with a hunger
that paled in comparison to Kaioshin's fervor for the fruit. Achingly
aware of this, Kibito could do nothing more but watch the same
knowledge shimmer in Kaioshin's stunning eyes.

There was no denying Kaioshin's
cognizance, as his gaze dangerously narrowed and his lips curled into
that intentional and oh so wicked coy-Kai expression that unnerved
Kibito to the core. The way Kaioshin's exotic gaze slanted and his
tiny nose puckered with humor disrupted the usual sweetness of his
visage, now brimmed with mischief.

The last thing Kibito wanted was to
amuse the deity with his carnal frustrations. If he had a choice, he
would ravage Kaioshin then – do anything to prevent the god
from toying with his infatuation as he so often and gleefully did.

Kibito outwardly glared as Kaioshin
hummed happily, finishing the last of the fruit. Only then did
Kaioshin lift a single effeminate hand to his fine chin. With a
single finger, Kaioshin collected the dew on the tip, ensuring the
capture of Kibito's rapture. To emphasize the fire of Kibito's lust,
Kaioshin pouted his full lips and lasciviously drew his digit into
his mouth with a lascivious curl of his tongue.

Kibito was certain then that Kaioshin
wasn't morally innocent at all.

Feeling the flash of his desires,
Kibito barely managed to stifle the moan that threatened to rise from
his chest. He had to swallow hard to even breathe again, feeling as
though his arousal knotted to suffocate him. It wasn't so simple to
repeat the same feat when Kaioshin spoke then, lyrical laughter in
his tone.

“Come now, Kibito,”
Kaioshin said, his words ripe with purpose. Had Kibito been capable
of hating the deity then, he would have. The divinity tortured him so
profoundly, it threatened to crush his sanity.

Surely Kibito was a masochist, as he
had no control over his obedience. His body refused to deny Kaioshin,
who resumed walking down the bustling road of the city. As expected,
Kibito followed, though more closely than a man with purely civilized
intentions.

Nothing was more frustrating than being
so powerless against Kaioshin. If Kibito were to attempt such a
blatantly provocative display, he would only appear foolish. The
deity would have been driven to hysterics by Kibito's vain endeavors
to seduce him. Though Kaioshin was more than willing to continue his
little game, he proved the most frigid against his own desires.

Kibito knew from the very beginning
that he would never win.

As they continued their travels,
Kaioshin undoubtedly sensed his bodyguard's frustration. Had Kaioshin
lapsed to walk besides the taciturn giant, he would have seen the
tension that strung tight Kibito's shoulders, or the manner in which
the bodyguard frowned a little darker than his features naturally
intended.

It was then Kaioshin acknowledged a
woman standing in the distance, so conveniently and perfectly placed.
She was the reason he had led Kibito down the path all along,
foreseen by Kaioshin the previous day. Seeing her in all her
physicality further convinced Kaioshin of his careful choice. It was
then, across the street from her, Kaioshin stopped and regarded his
guardian.

Constantly aware of his master's
movements, Kibito halted just behind the petite deity. Though he
expected Kaioshin had reasons behind all his actions, Kibito was
uncertain what had caught the Supreme Kai's interest. It wasn't until
Kaioshin tilted his head upwards to address his companion that Kibito
began to understand. The way the sunlight shimmed in those obsidian
eyes, despite Kibito's towering shadow consuming the god, was
ultimately revealing.

That was when it began – the game
that Kibito so desired to hate. He wanted to frown upon the pleasure
Kaioshin derived from his reluctant involvement, and yet Kibito truly
wanted nothing more than be a part of his beloved's sordid
fulfillment. It wasn't how Kibito preferred to serve the deity, and
yet he wasn't entirely selfless when obeying the wishes of his
master.

What about her? Kaioshin
inquired telepathically, using only the targeting shift of his eyes
to guide his guardian's attention.

The
deity could be so unpredictable at times, even to Kibito who had for
so long been his companion. Kibito truly hadn't expected Kaioshin to
begin this, as the
deity seemed so fulfilled by torturing Kibito himself.

As
persistent as ever, Kaioshin wasn't daunted by Kibito's tense
silence. He pushed his intentions further through their mental
connection, refusing Kibito's avoidance of the situation. Kaioshin
smiled then, questioning his guardian further. Do you like
her?

The woman of Kaioshin's current pursuit
was one of the most stunning Kibito had ever laid eyes upon. While
she paled in comparison to Kaioshin's beauty. Kibito thought that
perhaps she was the most comparable – however distantly –
to the god that had found her. She stood there in the market

choosing flowers to decorate her hair.
Kibito knew this, because already she had stems of flora tucked away
in the long and ruby locks pushed behind one elven ear.

Whatever Kaioshin's reason for seeking
the highest beauties of the regions, Kibito couldn't be certain. He
knew the deity never took them to bed with him, as the Supreme Kai
miraculously remained virtuous throughout. It was his role as a god
to play, a tradition the previous guardians deemed necessary. Kibito
could only suspect that like all other beings, Kaioshin appreciated
true beauty. And he successfully found it, on each and every planet,
using his omnipotent vision and his flawless tastes.

Certainly, Kaioshin couldn't profoundly
care about Kibito's preferences. After all, the deity never offered
himself for the taking, and so the woman might as well have been
conventional. There was no other being Kibito truly wanted but
Kaioshin. Compared to the god, Kibito considered everyone unworthy.

Still, had Kibito hungered for a woman,
this one would have been particularly inviting. She was everything he
desired in a female – lithe and naturally stunning without
effort. Her eyes were lovely and her lips were wonderfully full. Her
figure, so petite and fragile, was what Kibito most highly preferred.
Had her hair been white and mohawked, and her skin lavender, she
might have resembled a diluted image of a certain deity.

Kibito said nothing in response to
Kaioshin, who clasped his hands behind his back and feigned patient
waiting. The guardian's silence was telling enough, and certainly the
deity had already read the insinuating signs in Kibito's eyes.
Without another word, the deity practically frolicked across the road
casting a blithe wink in Kibito's direction. One skipping Potara
earring gave a telling gold glint in the sunlight.

Just noticeably, Kibito's strong jaw
dropped. It was then he found he could move no further, as a
supernatural power had frozen him in his spot. Only with his internal
shouts could he demand Kaioshin stop, interrupting the gleeful
humming in the deity's thoughts.

Damn Kaioshin and his impish tricks.

I'm not in the mood for this,
Master! Kibito called to him,
his voice harsh and commanding respect. He nearly overlooked
formalities.

You are by no means capable of
stopping me, replied the deity.
Kaioshin was practically laughing at his assistant's response to his
actions. He then turned his eyes away, focusing on the woman standing
obliviously in his path.

From what Kaioshin last saw of Kibito,
the strong man looked like he was being strangled to death. His skin
had paled from dark rouge to a lighter pink – one element of
his body Kaioshin didn't dare control. Though the deity enjoyed
affecting the flow of Kibito's blood to certain locations, he did so
with his physical behaviors while allowing Kibito freedom of his
actions. Not even with his abilities did Kaioshin tamper with
Kibito's response to fear.

Kaioshin always approached the women
with the most reverential and polite manner, whether he waited for
them along a walkway or introduced himself among a gathering.
Whatever method the deity utilized, it was always flawless and
utterly successful. In moments, the deity could effortlessly wrap any
woman – or any man, to Kibito's knowledge – around his
fragile digits and manipulate everything from their decisions to
their preferences.

Given the ethereal and perfect
physicality that endowed only the most exalted beings, Kaioshin could
have easily addicted any individual with a simple shine of his eyes.
Though he had the ability to beguile any gender, it was women
Kaioshin favored under these circumstances. Only the most elegant
female fit the role he orchestrated for them. And so, true to the
ways of the god, Kaioshin confidently took whatever he wanted –
whomever he wanted – and used them to do his bidding.

It was not unusual for multiple species
to have similar appearances. Most higher beings had the same basic
shape and facial structures, though the ears of this race –
Kibito could not be certain of their title – were slightly
curled and their noses were sharper. Unlike the Kais, the eyes of the
native inhabitants were vibrantly colored versus the obsidian black
of the holy people. This woman's irises were particularly emerald,
and shined a tone of gold in the slightest touch of sunlight.

Like on all foreign planets, the
Supreme Kai merely introduced himself as Shin. To admit his proper
title would likely give insight to those knowledgeable of their holy
kind, though enlighten individuals were few and far between. Still,
it was habitual for Kaioshin to shelter his identity, as he never
wished to risk favoritism among the societies he studied.

Kaioshin was the greatest of gentleman.
He never approached a mated woman, as he could easily sense their
souls with the piercing omnipotence of his vision. His preparations
beforehand, however minimal, gave further guarantee that his desires
would be fulfilled. This woman was no different – she was soon
following the deity as though he enveloped her elegant neck with a
mystical leash.

Despite his will, Kibito could do
nothing to stop the guaranteed process.

Throughout their brief conversation,
Kaioshin had politely bought the woman flowers and smiled as he
watched her clutch them with happiness. With an endless supply of
whatever currency customary to the planet, it was effortless for
Kaioshin to produce the needed funds. He did so in a manner only
obvious to Kibito, who knew the supernatural abilities of the god.

During the duration of Kaioshin's
process, Kibito had no choice but to wait at a distance. He remained
nearby enough to watch, but stood beyond the unsuspecting eyes of the
woman. She truly had no intuition of what was happening – or
would, as an oblivious participant.

Kibito maintained his calm, certain
that this time, the game would be different. He refused to let
Kaioshin win again, and with all his might stood his ground. He was
determined to show Kaioshin he was more than a game piece. He would
direct his own moves and actions.

It wasn't long until Kaioshin
approached Kibito again, and went so far as to introduce Kibito to
Akane. Kaioshin informed the her of Kibito's status as his guardian,
even as Kibito bowed respectfully to the blinking woman. Not once did
she question Kaioshin's need for a bodyguard. Likely she suspected it
was customary for foreigners who travel to unknown and potentially
threatening lands.

The day was proceeding with the same
process of so many before it. Kaioshin used his charm to seduce Akane
and ready her for what Kibito denied would come.

Though it was Kaioshin's intention to
invite his company to dinner, he enticed them to indulge first and
foremost. How Kaioshin remained as patient as he did, Kibito was
envious. The bodyguard was not as endearing as the deity when he took
the woman shopping, allowing them to buy the garment of their
grandest desires.

There was one constant throughout the
universe – the female species love of shopping. Even though
women insisted it was unnecessary, they couldn't help but submit to
the sweet smile of the divinity. It was so simple for Kaioshin to
take the most reluctant woman and alter her mind with beguiling
mannerisms and the obsidian of his eyes. Eventually, even the most
guilty woman would submit and give in to the god, leading Kaioshin
and his disinclined bodyguard through piles of garments.

It never took long for Kaioshin to
acknowledge his guardian's loathing. He would smile at Kibito and
eventually wave his hand, producing a dress that never ceased to
exceed the woman's expectations. Why Kaioshin didn't initially summon
the outfits for his companion, Kibito didn't know. He suspected
Kaioshin simply wanted to test Kibito's patience, as it wasn't often
demanded so highly as under those circumstances.

Without questioning where Shin had
discovered such a perfect and flawlessly fitting dress, the woman was
quick to gather it in her hands and rush off to envelop her body in
the exotic and rich materials. As always, Kaioshin had orchestrated a
garment of the softest, most delicate of fabrics, decorated to exceed
the needs of a queen.

Though the dress Kaioshin gave Akane
was relatively simple – with fine lines that accented the
feminine curves and luxurious length of her lithe legs – it was
striking. The deity had wisely chosen a simple shimmer of pitch black
to accent the fire in Akane's hair and contrast her ivory, porcelain
skin.

With a sharp plunging neckline and a
mirroring cut at the back, the dress exposed the flawless expanse of
her slender and sleek physicality. Even Kibito was struck by the
image of naked skin, exposing the soft lines of her petite breasts
and the cup of her fragile collarbone. Still, no matter how striking
she was, she could never measure the delight Kibito felt studying
Kaioshin.

Kibito could further appreciate
Kaioshin's choice in designing the dress, as the canvas of black
accented the vibrant color of flowers tucked and intertwined with her
fiery hair. The contrast of sparkling onyx accented the high slit
that ran alongside one leg, exposing a tasteful glimpse of the creamy
and delectable skin of her thigh with each of her elegant steps.

Kaioshin's expression remained
virtually unchanged from its previous existence. Though Akane was a
beauty to behold, Kaioshin considered her no different than when he
had first noticed her in her casual clothing. As the Supreme Kai,
Kaioshin regarded her soul rather than her physical appearance, and
having found her inner attractiveness unaltered, smiled at her with
the same appreciation he had before.

With each passing moment, Kibito could
feel his control waning. Kaioshin had successfully weakened his
resolve and it was trembling under the pressure Kaioshin inflicted
with each of his wicked, passing glances.

Kibito was immensely thankful that the
rest of the process was shorter and simpler. The natives in the area
always knew the best cuisines on their planet, and soon the immortals
found themselves guided to the restaurant of the woman's choice.

What they ate mattered the least of all
that occurred that night. Kibito respectfully gave Kaioshin his
distance, situated solitarily at a table across the restaurant. The
bodyguard was infinitely more interested in Kaioshin rather than his
companion, watching whatever the deity did throughout the length of
the date.

Kaioshin's mannerisms when eating were
as mastered as everything else the deity did. He held himself with
his constantly perfect posture, with his eloquent fingers moving as
though following a symphony of internal music.

More often than not, Kaioshin's stature
was shorter than the majority of the population, and found himself
situated on furniture built higher than meant for him. Kibito always
found himself inwardly smiling at the way the petite deity sat, the
tips of his red boots pointed and still barely touching the ground.

Rarely did Kibito listen in on the
conversation. So infrequently did Kaioshin speak. Instead, the deity
politely allowed his companion to boast eagerly of her kind. Like
most other women, Akane was more than willing to spill any of her
knowledge to the calmly smiling god, occasionally stumbling over her
words when she became too enamored with Kaioshin's sultry eyes to
focus.

For the same reason, Kibito found
himself unable to bestow upon the woman any concentration, as
Kaioshin divinely demanded his utmost attention. Though Kibito had
experienced the beauties of countless worlds and even more impressive
amounts of people, nothing amazed the bodyguard more than his charge.
It was possible that throughout Kibito's immortal life, nothing ever
would, from the way Kaioshin's white hair stood vibrant to the
slenderness of his fragile wrists.

The air of softness Kaioshin exuded
with his feminine company struck a chord inside Kibito, who felt
himself become increasingly obedient to fulfill the purpose set out
for him.

Kibito trusted the deity to share with
him any useful knowledge gained throughout their discussion. Kaioshin
never failed to involve his trusted guardian in whatever he did, and
Kibito knew that for certain. He also knew that whatever inquiries
Akane made, Kaioshin would answer them with omitted truths and
strategically orchestrated replies – any to prevent exposing
too much of their true identities.

For the most part, Kaioshin remained
quiet and conservative, thoughtfully balancing a chalice of wine in
one hand, touching it to his full lower lip. The aureate liquid
shimmered in the low light of the environment, similar to the gold of
the Potara earrings that dangled artistically from Kaioshin's elven
ears.

Occasionally, when Kaioshin tilted his
head in interest, the orbital gems would stroke his fragile jawline,
with the luminance they captured reflecting across lavender skin. In
just the right light, Kibito could view the pulse that so faintly
existed in Kaioshin's elegant neck. The image deepened Kibito's
hunger, teasing him to taste it.

The dates always lasted far into the
night – if indeed the planet had such a circadian rhythm. By
the time Kaioshin rose from his seat and stepped to Akane's side to
offer a guiding hand, the natural world had been consumed by
darkness.

Kibito stood then, watching with
heightened awareness as Akane graciously accepted Kaioshin's delicate
hand, allowing him to lead her from the building. Kibito followed his
master then, knowing in the depths of his soul what was to come –
the process that always occurred then, when Kaioshin had achieved his
goal.

Kaioshin had won. By no means could
Kibito stare at his beloved so long and contain his most carnal
desires. Like an indulgent beast, Kibito's need burned deep in his
abdomen, fueling his following actions.

What did it matter if he lost to the
god? Kibito wanted nothing more than for Kaioshin to be successful,
even if it meant realizing his own weaknesses.

Women never ceased to become aroused by
the deity. Whether it was his scent that bewitched them, or his
precise and sinful beauty, or the tone of voice he spoke to them
with, the result was always the same. From where he faltered behind
the couple, Kibito could sense the nearly tangible pheromones of the
woman. He had seen the eager dampness that began collecting on her
chest at the table, and had noticed how she touched herself and
tousled her hair by the end of their dinner.

As an omnipotent being, Kaioshin
already knew he reigned victorious. Kaioshin must have, as he would
not make the decisions he did then – one that promised his
awareness to the situation. There was no other reason for Kaioshin to
stop and order his bodyguard to escort Akane to her home, only to
excuse himself to the inn they had sought during their first night on
the planet.

Centuries before, when Kibito was
ignorant to the deity's game, he had been baffled. Kaioshin had women
begging for the taking, more willing and desperate to experience the
essence of the god, and yet Kaioshin dismissed them as if blind to
their hunger. Had Kaioshin been any other man, he would have indulged
in the sexual thirsts of the women. But Kaioshin was no simple man.

Kibito, on the other hand, was.

It was then Kibito truly understood how
virtuous and vestal Kaioshin was. Even to the current day, it was
difficult for Kibito to imagine an existence so holy and virgin. To
live for millions of years without experiencing the pleasures of the
flesh was impossible for Kibito to comprehend, and yet Kaioshin
continued existing without sign of struggle. Even though he
continually showed interest in his guardian, Kaioshin remained
absolutely celibate.

In the end, it was Kibito who benefited
from the kindled and burning desires of the women – to that,
Kaioshin was very aware. With a simple turn of his head, Kaioshin
considered Kibito with a humored sparkle in his coy eyes and a
telling glint of one golden Potara earring.

Indeed, the deity had won, and Kibito
expected him to boast about the following day. Kaioshin could be so
cocky sometimes, particularly after Kibito had made feeble efforts to
deny the deity's wishes. Had it not been for his need for Kaioshin,
Kibito would never have taken advantage of a woman.

Kibito could hear Kaioshin's faint
chuckle, even as the divinity turned and gracefully walked away. In
doing so, Kaioshin allowed the game to proceed unhindered by his
presence, allowing Kibito and Akane to fend for themselves.

It was only natural for the remaining
individuals to give in to the pleasures of the flesh. Already, a
powerful bond had been fabricated between them throughout the night.
Their shared lust for Kaioshin gave them no choice but to react as
they did. Their reflected reverence for the untouchable deity
remained unfulfilled and so Kibito and Akane desperately attempted to
sate their urges with each other.

The beginnings were virtually
predictable, as the woman always approached Kibito. The guardian took
no risk in assuming Akane's willingness to accept him, and so he
allowed her to touch him first. After that, there was no stopping the
bodyguard, who then lead Akane to wherever he deemed suitable for
their behavior, just as he had every woman before.

A setting so common and foreseeable as
those before it, Kibito and Akane found themselves entangled in an
alleyway. With the night enshrouding their presence to any passerby,
it was easy enough to ravage sensitive, sinful flesh and indulge in
carnal contact.

In fact, Kibito preferred the darkness
of nightfall. It was simpler to pretend the body against his wasn't
of a woman, but of deity of his true desires. When Akane kissed
Kibito, he pretended that her lips were smaller and softer, pastel
and purple. Where Akane felt weak and feminine beneath Kibito's
hungry hands, the bodyguard imagined compact and lithe muscle,
deceivingly petite and yet so irrefutably powerful.

It was simple enough for Kibito's rough
hands to capture the smooth flesh of one thigh and trace his touch
along it to tear whatever provocative undergarment existed. Much more
difficult was the task of freeing himself from the protective and
multiple layers of his traditional uniform.

Kibito often found himself balancing
many elements at any single moment – kissing Akane's lips with
his own, forcing her hands away from where they attempted to undress
him, feeling her fingers delve into the depths of his long ivory hair
instead.

Eventually, in the flurry of embracing
mouths, of raking nails, of shuffling sound, Kibito's orange sash
would snake to the ground. With the knot released, it was a matter of
parting the single button at his chest and shrug the doublet from his
shoulders, hearing it strike the floor with its heavy weight. It was
then that Akane's hands exposed Kibito from his trousers, proving
once again that she desired only his physicality. Akane used Kibito
just as equally as he used her, with the image of the deity
dominating their visions.

Kibito realized then the true genius of
Kaioshin's design. It seemed purely intentional that Kaioshin had
chosen a dress with a split side, as it enabled Kibito to grasp at
one delectable leg and lift it enough to expose Akane's damp heat to
his. He knew then that Kaioshin had intended for this liaison all
along, as everything was situated to work so divinely, from Akane
being so willing and eager, and the way the deity had masterfully
destroyed Kibito's stable control and allowed them privacy to
sexually struggle as they did.

Kaioshin's awareness of the situation
caused Kibito to groan deep in his chest, hearing the woman match his
sound with her own feminine tone. It was then that Kibito thrust
inside of her, feeling how truly wet and willing she was, her
womanhood parting to take him to the hilt.

Akane was so soft, so welcoming, so
striking, and yet so entirely disappointing.

If her nails bit into his shoulders and
she cried in suffering, it didn't matter. Kibito knew that in his
excitement, he had likely stretched her to her limits and caused pain
to course through her trembling body. Eventually, though, as all
women did, Akane salaciously enjoyed the masculine and thick
dimensions of his desire. The more Kibito pushed into her, parting
her body for his, the sweeter her cries became, and the harder she
breathed.

Kibito ached then, in the profound
depths of his heart. The voice breathing into his ear was so wrong.
So damn wrong. The disappointing truth threatened to sicken him.

There was no possibility of Akane
denying the man inside her. Kaioshin wasn't as broad or bulky as the
bodyguard who ravaged her, nor would he ever use her so brutally. It
was Kibito that took Akane viciously, forcing himself into her harder
and faster as their sordid sex drove her to blissful oblivion.

Had Kibito used Akane for the woman she
was, he would have concerned himself with her pleasure. Instead, when
she orgasmed, it was only due to his avidity, as he found it
necessary to pound her harder and harder in desperation to sate his
own burning desires.

In the end, Akane didn't matter. She
was just a tool, caught in the endless dance of the two immortals she
had unsuspectingly come between.

With each pulse, it wasn't enough. It
was a woman around him, wet and soft and loose in comparison to the
irrefutably tight and vestal temple of the deity's body. Kaioshin
would be so small around Kibito's body, so deliciously suffocating
around his manhood, that Akane's orifice failed to please him.

Here Kibito was, settling for so little
when he wanted so much more than any mortal could offer. His
insatiability wasn't due to any gender but instead, a forbidden
individual.

The body surrounding his, clenching him
in climax, wasn't Kaioshin's. Kibito was fighting with himself,
trying vainly to reach that heavenly bliss with the wrong person,
repeating the same damn mistake he was always forced to make.

He hated Kaioshin for it. Why couldn't
Kaioshin give in to what they both desperately desired and save
Kibito from this torture? Hadn't Kibito served him loyally or
devotedly or lovingly enough?

The rage that mounted with each harsh
thrust threatened Kibito's sanity. He began having urges he never
thought possible – desires to treat the deity violently in a
way that didn't involve pleasure. Instead, he simply wanted to harm.

It was Akane who suffered then, as
Kibito withdrew from her. In a desperate attempt to sate his
maddening desires, Kibito turned the panting woman and pushed her
chest hard against the alley wall. It took immense effort for Kibito
not to crush her, as that wasn't his intention. He simply needed
fulfillment, and to have it, he guided himself to a tighter orifice –
one forbidden and hidden until their primal position offered it. Only
after tearing aside her dress could Kibito enter her anally,
swallowing her surprised cry with one strong concealing hand.

Had the wetness of her womanhood not
moistened the orifice from the previous position of their sex, Akane
wouldn't have accepted Kibito as she did. There was pain for her –
of course there was – but it was wonderful, like the bite of
sharp nails in the throes of passion. A hot hook of delight cut up
through Kibito's abdomen when she thrust back to him, his hands
falling then to roughly seize her bucking hips.

Had Kibito buried himself inside
Kaioshin, the deity's moans alone would have been enough to sate him.
Kaioshin's voice, so soft and lyrical and yet ultimately commanding,
would strike Kibito in a manner exponentially more arousing than
Akane's high, feminine cries.

It was so tight - so very, delightedly
tight - that Kibito couldn't restrain his groan. His voice was husky,
made ragged by the passage that consumed him, causing his face to
fall forward and his sweat to drip downward. The dew fell to collect
on Akane 's ivory buttocks, driven free only by the pistoning of
Kibito's powerful body and the pressure of his guiding hands.

Dew, similar to what had existed at the
corner of Kaioshin's mouth and then his finger, before he polished
clean with his smiling lips.

The imagery made Kibito groan and throw
his head back, feeling the tenseness of his bared throat. He couldn't
help but harshen his movements, driven by the thoughts of the deity
consuming him. Instead of Akane it was Kaioshin he pillaged, driving
himself into the delicate and divine depths of his body.

Had Kibito looked down, he would have
seen ivory skin flushed pink with passion, and the remnants of onyx
dress glitter in the moonlight. Instead, in the sanctity of his
desires, Kibito envisioned the lavender furrow of fine spine,
contorting to his will. He could feel the slap of pert buttocks
against his pelvis, and hear Kaioshin's breath, as broken as his
stolen virginity.

Suddenly, the muscles surrounding his
throbbing member tightened further, causing stars to consume his
vision. Though his mind was so very focused on the deity, the orgasm
Kibito experienced was significantly hollow. Even as Kibito thrust
harder into the body accepting him, his heart could not deceive him.
He was there, gritting his teeth, spilling his seed into a person
other than the divinity. Reality washed his passion away with a cruel
flood of guilt.

Kibito doubled over the woman before
him, struggling to control his breathing. The woman – whatever
her name was, as she truly never mattered to him – was
murmuring something sultry. She designed her words to seize Kibito's
heart and take it for her own, and yet his true devotion couldn't be
stolen.

Instead, Kibito withdrew from her, both
physically and mentally. He couldn't help but feel remorse for Akane,
as she had unintentionally been involved in the immortals' struggles.
Though she wore an appreciative smile on her beautiful face, Kibito
felt nothing.

The bodyguard was completely numb, even
as he adjusted his clothing. It was necessary for him to reach down
and retrieve his doublet, faltering only when Akane interrupted his
movements. She had no choice but to look up at his face, her fine
hands rising to rest on his chest. Her touch was soft and
affectionate in her post coital bliss, and Kibito just as gently
shrugged her off.

Even as Kibito looked downwards to knot
the orange sash at its customary place around his waist, Akane
followed his eyes with her own. Her expression was questioning, and
it wasn't until she spoke that Kibito understood her confusion.

“What does 'Kaioshin' mean?”
she asked, blinking with large eyes that reflected the moonlight
filtering downward from above.

Her words stunned Kibito, who paused to
consider her inquiry. Had he cried out for the true person of his
desires? There was no denying it - proof existed before him, in a
woman who would have not otherwise known the term so foreign to her.

When Kibito finally spoke, feeling
exposed though he had enveloped himself in concealing layers of
clothes, he felt hollow again. “It's nothing,” he told
her, wishing his words were honest.

Nothing. Was that all Kibito had? In
the end, when everything was said and done, did he truly have nothing
to speak of? Nothing to fulfill him, rather than a love that would
never exist outside of his dreams?

It was likely due Kibito's terse reply
and his equally expressionless behavior that Akane decided to
question him no further. Or perhaps it was Kibito's abilities to
summon her native clothing with a flash of light. In an instant, the
ruined onyx dress she wore simply vanished into thin air, leaving
behind mere memories that would never be so completely or easily
dismissed.

True to his duties, Kibito accompanied
Akane to her home. The process was silent, save for the sound of
cobblestone underfoot and chirping insects in the distance. Like the
flip of a coin, Kibito resumed his purpose as a bodyguard, doing no
more than following the orders of his charge.

Kibito took Akane no further than her
walkway of her property, remaining only to see her open the door.
Before she turned, words parting her lips, Kibito had already
instantly transmitted to the inn where the immortals had chosen to
stay.

The entire process lasted no more than
an hour, and then Kibito was standing in the cold, yet comfortable
solitary space of his temporary residence. It was there the guardian
situated himself on the edge of his single bed, feeling it shift
beneath his weight even as he covered his face with his hands.

Kibito remained there for many moments,
wondering where his emotions had fled. Usually he had such profound
control over himself, and yet he didn't know what to feel –
wasn't certain what he should feel.
Only minutes ago had he felt the urge to release a blinding rage at
Kaioshin, only to then allow the deity's image to consume him during
climax.

All Kibito knew was
that to function, he had to confront the Supreme Kai, whose signature
energy resided in the room besides the bodyguard's.

Never before would
Kibito have waited even a minute to seek out the deity, especially
after he had spent an unusually long amount of time absent from him.
It was likely, given the time of night, Kaioshin would have been
consumed by sleep.

It would be simple
enough for Kibito to glance in on the god just long enough to
ascertain his safety. Perhaps then by the following morning, Kibito's
internal darkness would subside and they could continue as though
nothing had changed.

After
all, this had occurred in the past, numerous times. This would prove
no different- or so Kibito suspected, utilizing instant transmission
again to bypass disturbing the door of Kaioshin's room.

Contrasting the dark and lifeless
existence of Kibito's space, Kaioshin's room danced with energy. A
flame trembled with the shift of air caused by Kibito's sudden
presence before resuming its lively saltation in the safe boundary of
the fireplace. The energy emitted from the element reflected on the
pale walls, exposing details that fainted with increasing distance
from the light.

The illumination exposed to Kibito an
empty bed, the sheets existing smooth and undisturbed.

For an instant, panic seized Kibito's
senses. He had wholeheartedly expected to see Kaioshin's petite body
tangled in the bedding, as he had sensed the deity's signature energy
present in the space.

It was from behind Kibito that
Kaioshin's voice arose, dulled by something other than exhaustion.
The Supreme Kai exposed no surprise at his guardian's sudden
appearance. It was likely the divinity had sensed the telling
approach of Kibito's ki and had simply awaited his arrival.

“Welcome back, Kibito-san.”

The guardian rounded his body to see
Kaioshin perched atop a simple wooden chair. He sat in a manner
opposite than intended, straddling the furniture backwards with his
lithe knees bordering the backrest. Kaioshin remained dressed, though
only in the turquoise layer of his clothing. The doublet and sash
were situated on a plain table, pristine and folded crisply.

Perhaps even before Kibito noticed the
besotted blackness of Kaioshin's eyes, he recognized the half empty
bottle of wine standing on the ground ahead of the deity. The
contents appeared pitch black in the lack of light, though the
colorless crystal glass in Kaioshin's unsteady hand contained
transparent crimson liquid.

Kibito said nothing, focusing on the
situation at hand. Kaioshin drank wine very rarely – never more
than a single glass at a time, and never alone. Though the deity was
powerful, he was also inexperienced and weighed no more than a
hundred pounds, even with clothing. Physically, Kaioshin had a
weakness against alcohol and needed very little to become
intoxicated.

It was obvious Kaioshin had surpassed
his limit. His energy seemed deflated, paling in comparison to his
usual liveliness.

There was a telling crook in Kaioshin's
lips – likely intended to be a smirk. In reality, Kaioshin
looked absolutely tired and worn hollow. His eyes were absent of
their familiar sharpness, their once profound depths of intellect
replaced by a shallow puddle of ink.

Had Kibito not been suddenly angered by
the unsettling behavior of the deity, he might have noticed the tear
stains on Kaioshin's porcelain face.

“Did you have fun, Kibito-san?”
Kaioshin asked, tipping his head. He nearly spilled the drink in the
process, with the rest of his upper body drunkenly following suit.

Kibito said nothing. Instead, his
actions made a bold statement. He simply walked to the Supreme Kai,
blocking the flames from illuminating Kaioshin's curious face. Then,
with an intentional placement of one boot, Kibito crushed the bottle
of wine underfoot. It spread like blood across the floor, staining
the yellow of the guardian's sole instantly.

Kaioshin made a sound of complaint, his
reaction delayed by the alcohol flowing through his veins. He barely
had enough time to reach for his guardian's leg before Kibito seized
him by the back of his shirt, easily lifting the petite deity free
from the chair.

It was Kibito's instinct to shake the
man in his grasp, though his desire wasn't intended to sober the god.
The part of him that blamed Kaioshin for his guilt wanted to
violently thrash the divinity about, throw him down, and perhaps even
hit him as punishment. Though the shock that struck Kibito at his
acknowledgement was immense, it wasn't enough to clear his head. It
only prevented him from further violating his role as Kaioshin's
protector.

Instead, Kibito used his empty fingers
to fist the collar of Kaioshin's shirt and draw him close. His
remaining hand knocked the chalice out of Kaioshin's clumsy grasp,
causing crystal to explode on the floor already aglitter with quartz.

“Do you think this is funny?”
Kibito growled, so close to the Kaioshin that he could smell the wine
tainting his breath. The alcohol only fueled the fire in the larger
man's eyes, aimed to burn the flawless canvas of Kaioshin's face. “Do
you think this is a game?!”

Kaioshin was busy trying to control his
limbs, his entire body shifting with his movements. After some
struggle, the deity's small hands reached up to clasp around Kibito's
broad wrist, his fingers not long enough to consume the thickness.
Instead, the Supreme Kai merely clutched at Kibito's arm, his fine
nails pursing the fabric of one blue sleeve.

“Kibito,” gasped Kaioshin,
still able to breathe. He was fully capable of recognizing the
significance of the situation, as never before had his guardian
handled him in such a manner. Kaioshin was confused further than his
intoxication alone allowed, proving his befuddlement as he asked,
“What are you doing?”

“What are you doing?”
snarled the man seizing the god in his fury. Kibito's suspicions
alone were enough to have him further twist the neckline of
Kaioshin's shirt, stealing more of the deity's weak ability to
breathe in the process. Had Kibito's voice not boomed so dangerously,
he might have heard Kaioshin's stricken cry. “Have you been
sitting here, enjoying visions of your little pawns?!”

There was worry stirring in the depths
of Kaioshin's exotic eyes, causing them to sharpen the slightest bit.
The deity's brows were beginning to furrow, though his frustration
for Kibito had begun once his wine had been ruined. His voice was
uncharacteristically harsh.

“I have enjoyed nothing, you
brute, but that bottle of wine you have so bluntly broken. Now unhand
me,” Kaioshin hissed, not a shred of doubt in his threat,
“before I do something we'll both regret.”

Already, Kibito had touched his beloved
in an inexcusable manner. Had Kibito died then for such a sin, he
would have welcomed his end. And if he wasn't so selfish, his angry
graze clinging tenaciously to Kaioshin's beauty even as he set him
down and released him, Kibito would have punished himself just then.

Kaioshin's understandable anger was
penalty enough and sobered Kibito from his harmful emotions. He stood
in their sudden absence, uncertain what was to occur next. Kibito
could only watch the deity stumble away, rubbing at his neck only
after he lowered himself to sit on the edge of his bed.

Though only seconds had passed,
precious moments had had been lost. Enough time had gone by that the
angry fog in Kibito's vision had fully retracted and he could see
properly once more. It was then Kibito recognized the truth to
Kaioshin's words.

From where the deity sat on the
mattress, the unhindered luster of the fire reflected along the
tracks of tears on Kaioshin's face. The glowing embers and dancing
tendrils of energy emphasized the fluid sadness collecting in the
black border of Kaioshin's eyes, glimmering like malleable diamonds
in the surreal light.

It was then Kibito felt he couldn't
trust his own vision, blinking slowly and surely at Kaioshin's divine
visage. After a moment of consideration, Kibito then turned to study
the chair the god had sat upon only moments before, the spill of wine
starkly evident against the light grain of the wooden floor.

Likely, Kibito's strained mind
convoluted what should have been obvious. Surely Kaioshin hadn't sat
there alone and drowned his sorrows in wine...

...Or had he?

“Why?” Kibito asked then,
returning his undying attention to the god before him. He needed
answers even before he could muster the questions threatening to seal
his throat.

The sad shake of Kaioshin's head
sufficed to confirm Kibito's suspicions. The Supreme Kai was not
denying the accusation, but in fact exposing the shame suffused
across his angelic face.

Kaioshin only offered his own questions
in response, though his were designed to expose his emotions –
his reason for reacting to the situation with wine as he did. “Why,
might I inquire, do you suspect I've experienced enjoyment?”
Then, without faltering, Kaioshin asked, “Who could when they
watch the person they most desire be with another?”

Rendered speechless, Kibito could only
study the deity before him. Kaioshin always looked so youthful, so
tempting, and the firelight only emphasized his beauty. That familiar
ache rose up from within Kibito again, begging him to act upon his
desires.

Oh, how Kibito wanted to seize that
white hair and bare that fragile neck to bite the length of it. Suck
Kaioshin's flesh, watch passionate bruises bloom across lavender
skin, and tear the shirt from his chest to caress him lasciviously.
He wanted to kiss Kaioshin deeply and drink the remnant wine from his
lips, tasting the intoxication offered by fermentation and reverence.

Kibito desired so profoundly to
convince Kaioshin to allow such actions to be taken and yet even in
his inebriated state, the deity never would. He was married to the
universe – had been since his birth – and remained
unfalteringly loyal to it despite the anguish it inflicted.

What words eventually came from
Kibito's mouth were not what the bodyguard expected. He wanted to say
something much more thoughtful, more touching. All he heard his voice
say was, “You've been crying.”

Kaioshin's expression darkened
instantly. Though he hadn't expected his tears to go unnoticed, he
hadn't suspected Kibito would mock him for it. It took numerous
moments of defensive glaring for Kaioshin to recognize the others
dishevelment and lessen his guard. When the deity spoke, his voice
was little more than a whisper.

“Yes. Isn't it obvious? I may be
intoxicated, but never enough to falsify my emotions,” replied
Kaioshin, even as he shifted both hands to rest in his lap –
his only true sign of discomfort. The deity's next message was an
admission. “Truly, Kibito. I spent the last hours suffering.”

Kibito saw nothing but painful truth in
Kaioshin's obsidian eyes, though his tears had ceased to flow. The
divinity was once again withdrawing himself from the situation,
starving his emotions at the source with memorized and perfected
practice. And yet Kibito refused to allow it just yet, needing to ask
the man before him a burning question.

“Why...this?” Kibito
referring to the entire night – the teasing, the woman, and the
suffering both of their actions had inflicted. “Why tempt me to
betray us both?”

A moment passed and Kaioshin considered
Kibito thoughtfully. When the deity finally spoke, his words seemed
practiced, as though he had secretly recited them over and over again
in his head. Kaioshin paused if only to gather the courage to share
his message, or perhaps to convince himself that there could truly be
no other alternative to their relationship.

Either reason was saddening to Kibito
because he wanted so much more and absolutely hurt to think of
Kaioshin submitting to an eternity without truly experiencing love –
especially with someone so willing to cherish him.

“It's not betrayal, Kibito,”
said Kaioshin steadily, his soft lips down-turned. “I refuse to
instill on you the same loneliness I am forced to suffer. As a
Supreme Kai, I am not allowed to experience such indulgences. By no
means can I expect you to follow suit, even as my guardian.”

Kibito wanted to tell Kaioshin that he
would relinquish anything to be with him, to subject himself to the
same divine standards. He didn't need sex, nor did he truly desire
any other individual to share it with. The man that truly demanded a
vestal existence was the only person he wanted.

If Kibito could never have Kaioshin, he
knew any attempts to seek a substitute would be in vain. To be
disappointed throughout the rest of his own immortal life would cause
more damage than necessary – especially if it inflicted torment
upon Kaioshin. In the end, it was Kaioshin's heart Kibito wished to
protect rather than corrupt, despite the carnal hunger he had for the
deity.

Kibito was a bodyguard first and
foremost, just as Kaioshin was the supreme overseer of the universe.
Kaioshin's exalted position was traumatizing enough as it was, with
visions of destruction and massacres and natural disasters. Kibito
truly felt selfish for furthering the pain the deity endured each and
every second of his existence.

The immortals admired each other from
the distance that separated them, seeming much further apart than
they physically existed. Even as Kaioshin admitted his own
affections, the deity simultaneously drove down an ax to severe
whatever weak hopes his words may have given Kibito.

“I love you, Kibito, but even my
words are forbidden,” said Kaioshin sadly, his expression more
exposed and vulnerable than ever. “I speak only to share the
truth, as I cannot lie to you. However, I can do nothing further,
despite how strong my desires are.”

And then, as if physically taxing to
prolong the torture, Kaioshin declined his head. He stared at his
hands, watching his fingers lock together as though in ultimate
uncertainty. “I'm sorry, Kibito. Truly, I am. But you must know
that the universe will never change its ways, and you will ever be
able to have me.”

The two immortals were forever each
others balance. When Kaioshin collapsed, it was Kibito's duty to
stand strong. It was Kibito who fulfilled his role then, bracing his
body against the powerful anguish that threatened to drive him down.
Had he submitted to the sudden horrible gravity in his heart, he
would have failed them both.

Kibito knew with grave certainty that
he would eventually break under the pressure. And he would allow
himself to, only after he was absent from Kaioshin's vision.

But truly, was he ever in secrecy?

For now, Kibito felt he could no longer
suffer their distance. Against his logic, the guardian approached
Kaioshin, kneeling before the deity. Even bowed before the divinity,
Kibito's presence was overwhelming, stealing the firelight that
devoured the remaining space. In the darkness he introduced, Kibito
raised one trembling hand to cup Kaioshin's ethereal face, supporting
his sorrow.

For an instant, the deity melted at the
contact. A sigh escaped his soft lips, filtering through the air
shared between them. A single tear trickled down his cheek, shining
platinum in the lingering moonlight.

And once, just that once, Kibito dared
to steal a kiss. He leaned forward, begging with his own baited
breath, sensing Kaioshin's hitch. It was then Kaioshin turned his
head, denying them both the intimate touch of lips. As selfless as
ever, the deity retained his purity, though forever would he relive
his regret.

Only then did Kibito relinquish his
love, standing to distance himself. He could not allow Kaioshin to
see the depths of his suffering.

“If things were different...”
Kaioshin whispered quietly, though there was no need. They were both
certain that had the universe not been so consuming, so utterly
selfish, they could submit to their ardor. Though the cosmos was
ever-changing, some elements would forever remain constant. What
demanded their loneliness and torment would never falter, never fail.
The immortals would collapse long before it became a vague
possibility.

Kibito walked to the door, turning his
face away from the illuminating fire and into the darkness. It was
then Kibito discovered that the door had never been locked, and that
he could have entered just as easily as any other. It truly meant
nothing, as the boundaries he so desperately desired to breach were
infallible. Indestructible. Inevitable.

Kibito allowed himself one last vision
of Kaioshin before they parted that night. Only until morning would
they separate. Then their lives as god and guardian would resume.
That night would be the first and the last they would ever speak of
such emotions, forever withholding them until the end of eternity.

“Kibito,” Kaioshin called
softly, his fragile voice threatening to break. There was unsurpassed
honesty and visible anguish in his eyes. Though he was the highest
deity in the universe, he felt the weakest and the most powerless.
Knowing he could do nothing, Kaioshin couldn't help but promise, “If
I could change everything...”

Kibito nodded to him, unable to feign a
smile. “I know, Kaioshin.”

With that, Kibito removed himself from
the room, sealing the space behind him. In doing so, Kibito shut the
door on both everything he wanted and everything he could never have.
Even then, Kaioshin's words remained inside of Kibito, echoing
throughout the hollow shell of his body.

The universe will never change its
ways, Kaioshin had said, and you will ever be able to have me.

Kibito wanted to die but he couldn't.
He could only live, with no choice but to forever and damningly
agree.
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