Chapter One

“I can’t believe him,” Tsubaki gritted out, slamming her hands onto the table in her office. Momoro flinched from the chair she was sitting in, slouching slightly as an attempt to get away from her enraged master. “He completely humiliated me in front of everyone and proved everyone wrong at the same time. I hate him!” Tsubaki swept her arm across the table, knocking her papers and pencils off of the metal surface.

“R-relax…” Momoro murmured, slowly rising from her seat, fingers clutching the brown frilled bottom lining of her dress as she hesitantly walked forward to her master. “We’ll get him back somehow,” she assured softly, reaching out a pale hand to rest on Tsubaki’s bare shoulder. Cerulean orbs met azure and Tsubaki released a soft sigh, calming down a bit.

“You’re right. I’m just overreacting,” Tsubaki muttered, her voice soft as she carded her fingers through her hair, eyes fluttering shut as she heaved out another sigh. Momoro stepped forward a bit more, wrapping her thin arms around her master, pressing her chest to her master’s back.

“Mmmm… You have to just calm down, okay? Everything is better when you’re calm and can analyze the situation rationally,” the blonde haired girl whispered softly in Tsubaki’s ear, pink tongue flicking out to lick the skin slightly.

Hiroki gripped the dyed pink locks in between his fingers, rocking his hips forward roughly. High pitched moans filled the small room along with soft, low grunts on his part. His muscles ached and were straining with the effort it took to keep his body moving, but he still hadn’t found release, though the girl under him had found release plenty of times, though she was still moaning like a slut. Gritting his teeth, Hiroki gave a harsh tug to the locks of pink, the girl tightening around him and he let out a soft groan as he finally found release. Thrusts stuttering to a stop as he released into the condom e had securely on his member, he pulled out, removing the condom and tying it securely at the top.

The girl laid beneath him, still panting harshly, her legs spread wide. Casting a look at her, he held back the look of disgust that threatened to cross his face. Putting on a smirk, he stood up, brushing himself clean and fixing his shirt. Taking some Kleenex’s from his bag, he wiped his member free of any release still on it before tossing the pack to the girl on the floor.

“You’re an amazing fuck,” the girl panted out and Hiroki merely rolled his eyes mentally at the statement, letting his smirk broaden on the outside, though.

“Thanks, I know,” Hiroki stated, pulling up is briefs and boxers, gently putting himself back in his pants before zipping and buttoning them closed. “Damn, I need a bathroom…” Hiroki muttered quietly, crimson eyes clearly portraying his disgust. He had gone through with his half of the bet, now his friend needed to go through with his. Getting out hand sanitizer from his bag, he squirting a generous amount onto his hands, rubbing the cool gel all over his hands, Hiroki sighed softly, pierced tug peeking out to moisten his lips. Spraying an air freshener in the room and then some cologne on himself so that he didn’t smell like he had sex in the janitors’ closet, he closed his bag, slinging it over his shoulder.

“W-wait, you’re leaving? What does this mean for us?” the girl, going by the name of Touka asked, voice rising in pitch.

“It means nothing. I just wanted a quick fuck, nothing else,” Hiroki stated firmly, fixing his hair with one hand, holding his phone up with the other for the reflection. Touka’s eyes widened and he waved black manicured fingers at the girl before exiting the janitors’ closet with a laugh, slamming the door shut after he exited.

Life was the same practically every single day and even though Hiroki loved his life, it could get a bit boring. He had to attend school which sucked, but he got to see his friends, which rocked. He could do whatever he pleased and not worry about the consequences because he had every single female in the school, students, teachers, and other workers, on his side. It was the life and yet he longed for more. He wasn’t straight, he knew that much, but if he closed his eyes, he imagined it was boys instead of girls that swooned over him. He knew that the homosexuals in the school certainly swooned over him, but they made it less obvious.

“Hiroki…” a voice hissed and fine black eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Casting a look around, Hiroki shrugged his shoulders in dismissal, continuing to walk. A hand slapped over his mouth and Hiroki bit back a scream, his senses dulling and his vision slowly faded into black as he fell limply against the body behind him, barely registering the fact that he had been drugged and that he was being dragged away before he finally slipped into unconsciousness.

By the time Hiroki came to, he found himself in a familiar room and he concluded that he was no longer in school. He also concluded that he was not in the clothes he had attended school in, but in a white low cut shirt and a pair of white gym shorts. Pulling on the neckline a bit, he brought the material to his nose, sniffing it and they smelled freshly washed. Running his fingers through his hair, he frowned slightly as he realized the dark locks of hair were wet, though drying steadily.

“You’re up…” A soft voice spoke and Hiroki whipped his head to the side, his eyes clashing with bright crimson orbs that were staring at him intently and pale hands suddenly gripped his shoulders. “What color are my eyes?”

“R-red?” Hiroki managed to get out, brows pushing together slightly in confusion t the question. Didn’t the guy know is eye color? Did he not look into a mirror?

“Good, so you’re seeing correctly. That’s a relief,” the male side, releasing his hold on Hiroki’s shoulders and sitting down.

“Um, may I ask who you are?” Hiroki questioned, sifting in his spot so that he was sitting on the bed a bit more comfortably, happy that the mattress was firm and not soft so the cushion didn’t sink.

“My name is Orochi. I’m Mamoru’s new spirit,” the crimson eyed male introduced himself with a slight nod in greeting. Hiroki cocked an eyebrow in response, not fully understanding.

Orochi watched the actions and he swore that the cocking of his head to the side was to connect the two halves of his brain together as the words seemed to finally register in the male’s mind.

“Mamoru’s what?” Hiroki cried and Orochi sighed softly, rising from his chair.

“I’ll be right back,” was the only thing he said before he exited the room. Walking down the hall, Orochi sighed softly, carding long slender fingers through his silver locks of hair. It had been a long day and the spirit merely wanted to curl up and rest, but he knew he couldn’t. He was supposed to get his master who was in the living room, calmly chatting with Hiroki’s parents about the current matter. The sound of shattering glass caught his attention and Orochi darted down the hall, bare feet hitting the wood soundlessly and he turned the corner sharply, stopping and looking at the current situation.

“Ah, Orochi, you’re here. Is he awake?”

“Yes, he is,” the spirit mumbled as he slowly knelt down to help Hiroki’s mom with picking up the glass shards littered on the wooden floor that was clearly freshly polished. “I’m sorry about that, ma’am.” Orochi’s crimson eyes looked at the lady apologetically who merely smiled kindly, waving her hand slightly in dismissal.

“It’s quite alright. He was only trying to help me with the plates, but our cat got in the way,” the lady explained and Orochi nodded his head slightly, heading to the trash and throwing out the glass.

“So, the discussion went well, I’m assuming?”

The brunette that was his master nodded in response with a grin plastered on his face. “Yup, it did. They have agreed to let us take Hiroki if he manages to summon a sprit. Of course, it’s a fifty-fifty shot since it would be his first time summoning one, but it’ll be worth it if he does,” Mamoru stated with a firm nod of his head, his optimism seeming to permeate the room and Hiroki’s mom laughed lightly, nodding as well in agreement.

Footsteps could be heard approaching the living room and Orochi turned towards the entrance into the living room, venetian red eyes met crimson red eyes and the male entered the room, bare feet hitting the ground lightly.

“Can someone explain to me what’s going on here?” Hiroki exclaimed eyes narrowing as he glared at all the inhabitants of the living room including his mom. The woman merely smiled and gave her son a card.

“Here, sweetie, your dad left this for you when he died and he said to give it to you when you were ready and I think you are,” the woman explained, a gentle smile on her lips and Hiroki blinked, his facial expression softening up and he slowly took the card, examining it.

“What do I do with it?” Hiroki asked softly, looking down at it in confusion, his gaze fixated on the intricate designs on the back of the card.

“You say the first words that come to your mind when you close your eyes while holding the card,” Mamoru instructed and Hiroki looked at the brunette skeptically, but one look at his mom had him sighing in defeat.

“May I know who you are first?”

“I am Mamoru, Orochi’s master and guild master to a powerful group of masters and spirits.” Mamoru grinned as he spoke, an air of confidence surrounding him and Orochi sighed softly, rolling his eyes a bit and he crossed his arms over his chest, looking over at his master in slight shame, yet in silent awe. He had been the spirit for Mamoru for about three hours and he had never felt more embarrassed, yet proud in his life.

“Okay…” Hiroki drawled hesitantly before sighing softly, closing his eyes and holding the card in his right hand, his elbow bent so that it formed half of an ‘x’ across his chest, the card pressing against his left shoulder. “What do I do with the card?”

“You’re summoning a spirit,” Orochi said, leaving out the crucial information that Hiroki was trying to summon a spirit mainly. There wasn’t a hundred percent chance that a spirit would be summoned. Hiroki nodded his head slowly, still seeming skeptical of the situation, but opting to go along with it nonetheless as he saw his mom’s hopeful face.

“Here it goes…” he mumbled as he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply before exhaling. “Hidden spirit of the mist,” Hiroki began and a pentagon appeared at his feet, a white light appearing, barriers shooting up around him. “Come forth and do my bidding. Become my spirit and I will be your master, to take care of you and wield you as I please. I call to you. Come!” The light around his feet brightened and a figure slowly formed, only seeming to appear as a cloud of mist in the form of a body, the light sparkling off of the particles.

Flesh slowly seemed to appear on the mist’s fingers, the skin stretching over the cloud slowly, the flesh twisting a pulling in various ways. The arm was covered in flesh then, the skin continuing to stretch over the shoulder, half going up the neck to construct the face while the other half went down to construct the upper body, a small strip going across to form the other arm. Skin stretching and rippling as it was placed onto the body of mist, color slowly began gracing the skin, pale skin slowly becoming colored slightly so that it didn’t look like the skin of a corpse, but actually alive. The whole body was covered in flesh and slowly the nails formed, appearing freshly manicured, the nails colored black. The ears were pierced with three earrings in and the nipples colored to be a rosy pink. Hair sprouted from the top of the head, falling in silver locks around the pale face. Delicate silver eyebrows formed on the pale forehead and eyes slowly opened, a pair of pale violet orbs meeting the room.

A pair of white skinny jeans slowly appeared on the legs, along with a black t-shirt on the upper body and a silver chain around the male’s neck that soon appeared on Hiroki’s neck as well. The spirit’s eyes settled on Hiroki and he stepped forward slowly, the light of the pentagon on the floor flashing with each step until the spirit was standing in front of the one who summoned him.

Hiroki’s eyes opened and he blinked in surprise to see a male before him that had not previously been in the living room before. Had he missed him when he was busy talking to the other two? No, that couldn’t be it… Words seemed to flow through Hiroki’s head and he looked at the male before him who was staring at him with a calm expression, waiting patiently for Hiroki to speak. Slowly, his lips parted and he let the words running through his mind organize themselves, a simple question escaping him. “Do you wish to make a contract with me?”

Pale violet orbs disappeared behind eyelids as the spirit closed his eyes, nodding his head in response. Hiroki reached his hand out, placing it on the side of the spirit’s neck, pulling the male closer and pressing their foreheads together. He honestly didn’t know what he was doing, instinct seeming to take over instead of logic. “Name?”

“Hisoka, my name is Hisoka,” the spirit spoke in a soft voice that was smooth like water and seemed to graze Hiroki like mist. A smile tugged at the corners of Hiroki’s lips and his venetian red eyes met pale violet orbs and he let their noses brush together slightly, wrapping his other arm around the male’s waist and pulling him closer, pressing their bodies together. Leaning down, Hiroki captured the spirit’s lips with his own, his grip tightening slightly on the male’s neck. The lips were soft against his and his eyes fluttered shut as he pressed deeper into the kiss, the spirit responding with the same vigor before they finally pulled apart, both panting slightly, a string of saliva connecting their lips.

“Hisoka, do you wish to seal this contract?”

Another nod was received in response to the question.

“Then the contract is sealed, then. By the power of the Chosen Ones and the Summoned Ones, I proclaim Hisoka as my spirit,” Hiroki murmured and sparks formed on the barriers around them before with a flash they were gone, the white light of the pentagon fading away. Hiroki realized that the card he had previously been holding had burned itself into his left shoulder and he looked at it in shock, moving the neck of his shirt to expose the card in his skin that looked like a tattoo now.

“Amazing,” Mamoru chimed, clapping his hands together, burnt red eyes gleaming with amusement and Orochi stood next to him with a blank expression, releasing a soft sigh of exasperation. Hisoka and Hiroki looked over at the duo before Hisoka walked to Orochi, bowing in front of the male.

“Powerful one who lies in the myths and in all tales of heroes and holds the reigns to destruction of all, I greet you,” Hisoka murmured and Orochi sighed softly, motioning for the male to straighten.

“Please do not treat me formally. I know you are capable of that, Hisoka,” Orochi responded and Hisoka’s lips pulled into a smirk.

“As you wish, your majesty,” he mused with a soft chuckle, whispering the last two words in Orochi’s ear, causing the powerful spirit to shift slightly to the side, closer to his master and away from the other spirit.

“Well, I would prefer you didn’t tease my spirit. He is mine to tease alone,” Mamoru said, wrapping his arm around Orochi’s shoulders and crimson eyes looked up at the brunette with a mixture of relief, embarrassment, and a glare. “Since you have managed to summon a spirit, I need to ask you to leave school and pack your stuff for we’ll be leaving tonight. We’ll be stopping by to pick you up at eleven at night, we hope you will be ready by then and hopefully, we will have others as well.” Mamoru smiled and inclined his head at Hiroki’s mother, who seemed to be extremely proud of her son and was hugging the life out of the venetian red eyed male, in a form of thanks before heading to the door.

“He’ll be ready! Thank you!” The lady called and Hisoka waved at the duo with a smile before heading back to Hiroki and capturing the male’s lips in a kiss, Hiroki giving only a brief wave before his hands were encircled around Hisoka’s waist and they began talking to Hiroki’s mom.

“On to the next house?” Mamoru asked and Orochi nodded with a soft sigh.

“Indeed. Let’s get a move on,” he mumbled, taking Mamoru’s hand and tugging him out of the house and down the street to move on to the next person Orochi sensed had the potential to summon a spirit.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hey guys o/ So, here's chapter one of the story. I hope you enjoyed it and here you have our second Chosen and Summoned One duo o// Here's what Touka looks like for those of you who were wondering!

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--Dei