Kamui stood off to the side with wide eyes, “Toya…”
Toya frowned and rubbed the raised handprint shaped scar that was on his shoulder. All his life he’d wondered if he was just a shadow of this man and that thought angered him to the point where it was hard for him to control the cursed demon blood within his veins. He would rather face down a million demons instead of the one thing that terrified him.
“You’re him aren’t you… the one that pulled me through the portal,” Toya growled low in his chest when the man lifted his head and he saw the face beneath the hair.
“Hyakuhei,” Toya whispered again knowing it was a lie and wishing it wasn’t. He didn’t want it to be the owner of the voice that had always been in his head. Tadamichi’s love for Kyoko rivaled his own because they shared part
