A/N: I ended up completing a few of my Lord Enma x Tsuzuki prompts that I created on the ynm discord. The people there just spark such amazing ideas and I wanted to write these out before I chickened out.

Chapter 1 has suicide/suicidal thoughts in part 1! A quick warning before people continue on reading!

Thank you all for reading!

-Lucicelo

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Summary: The annual typhoon season brings the seaside village to sacrifice a person out of the selection of undesirables. Before their initial decision, Tsuzuki Asato jumps over the ledge in his attempt to meet his sister into the afterlife. He's lead into the ocean by an ethereal being.

Chapter 1: Sacrifice AU

Standing before the large wooden fence, Tsuzuki clutched a bundle of silk ribbons in his calloused right hand. His body trembled from the harsh winds and rain hitting against his body. Clothing stuck tight to his skin an uncomfortable manner, but he ignored the feeling to rile himself enough to climb over the wall. Throughout his walk toward the abandoned side of town, he argued with himself over jumping off the cliff.

At some point, he almost convinced himself to go back to his home.

Yet, his home became barren after the death of his sister. Once familiar and comforting four walls became cold and frigid. The warm light of his light died from sickness. She was cremated and closed off in a jar, interned in the cemetery mausoleum. He wanted to keep her ashes in his home, but he knew he'd plant himself in his home and never leave. At the very least, he had a place to visit whenever he left home for his part time job.

Even this small solace didn't last him long. His mind spiraled from the loneliness and lack of affection. Ruka always embraced him and kissed his cheek goodbye before she went to work or on her errands. After her death, her garden died along with her. He didn't have her anymore. No one cared for him other than her.

While serving the village elders their drinks, he overheard them arguing about picking a sacrifice through the lesser people of the town. From the destitute to the criminals, they were in the poll to become the savior of the village. No one disputed the audacity of their decision due to their power and not wanting to be selected through their impudence.

Ruka pitied the people chosen throughout the years. She never agreed on using the downtrodden as a sacrifice. The selection became a deterrent to criminals, but there were always a handful who were arrested throughout the year. Meaning, those people were tossed in the ocean for some backwards reason to appease the gods.

That was, if gods existed.

Tsuzuki kept that blasphemous thought inside of his mind where it belonged.

The idea of choosing himself came to mind. He didn't dare think of himself as a martyr. None of the villagers knew of his plans. He made sure to give away his possessions, making it seem he planned on moving on from their town. Easier to hide his shame. He used this dangerous season as an excuse to die without judging eyes. He wanted to join Ruka in the afterlife and be in peace.

Sighing, he shoved the ribbons into his pocket to keep them from flying off. He went to the tree that overshadowed the fence as a base to climb over it. The wet branches made him struggle for a while, almost stopping him from continuing on his act, but he jumped onto the fence, bracing himself onto it to keep himself from falling. He maneuvered himself over the fence and fell onto the grassy floor. His side became dirtied from the slopping wet dirt, making him grimace from ruining his clothing.

Lifting himself up from the floor, he wandered toward he cliffside. His steps staggering the closer he got to the corner. The winds hit him, making him sway while he tried walking on forward. He toughed it out while keeping his hand over his pocket to keep the ribbons inside. As the rain pelted his body, his energy slowed down from the effort.

Stopping at the edge, he looked toward the ocean and large waves crashed against the land. From the high distance, Tsuzuki hoped he died or passed out before he hit the waves. He didn't want to die in pain.

Tsuzuki said in between the howling winds. "I'll be with you soon, nee-san."

Stretching out his arms, Tsuzuki thought of one last prayer before jumping off the cliff.

Before his eyes, one of the whirlpools formed and lifted itself up from the ocean. A dark portal appeared in the middle of the whirlpool, revealing a gorgeous man donning rich quality clothing. The man's long hair cascaded around his body with his arms stretched out. He caught Tsuzuki in his arms and retreated back into the portal.

Tsuzuki observed the lavish and highly decorated room with speculation.

The man, who introduced himself as Enma, pushed him into a bathroom. Enma handed him a robe when he finished his bath and waited outside the whole time. The thought made Tsuzuki feel awkward at having made Enma wait for so long. He went into a mechanical strut while Enma talked about his home. Enma pointed out certain areas and trinkets from certain time periods. Tsuzuki tried not to stray his eyes away from the man in front of him, but the portraits caught his attention. Each one showed Enma in different clothing and in gorgeous lush green areas.

Enma ended up guiding him to a rather tacky ornate sofa and he sat down without question. Tsuzuki wondered if he did in fact die for him to encounter such splendor. The richest men in his village didn't have gold plated portions of their living room to show off. At least, the few servants who still spoke to him wrinkled their nose at the tackiness of certain material possessions these families had in their homes. The one thing they tacked gold on was jewelry and statement pieces.

Enma had gold on almost everything.

"Welcome to my home, Tsuzuki Asato." Enma sat down across from Tsuzuki with a smile that amplified his beauty.

Tsuzuki averted his eyes. "Thank you. I guess...another person will take my place."

"Take your place in my home?" Enma snorted. "Not likely. I'm selective in who I invite in my home."

"N-No! Um...you control the storms?"

"Excuse me?"

Tsuzuki gulped before he continued. "My village sacrifices people to calm the gods. Since you appeared out of nowhere, I assumed you commanded the whirlpools."

"Ha! I don't control the weather!" Enma bent over as he let out a guffaw. "Where do these people get such ideas?!"

Tsuzuki's frown formed into a smile. The first genuine one in months. "Ah...it's a town side belief that the God of the whirlpools will want blood to satiate their fury. That's not correct is it?"

"Pff! No! This seaside town's cliffs are high enough to not have the whirlpools affect them." Enma slapped his knee. "Oh humans are so entertaining!" He waved a hand, food and cutlery appeared on the coffee table. "Eat! I can hear your stomach grumbling from over here. The fish is fresh and delicious."

Tsuzuki hesitated for a moment before he grabbed a plate and picked a large grilled fish. The aromas made his mouth salivate and his stomach scream in agony for it to enter his body. "You cook?"

"I learned for fun." Enma motioned to his abode. "It takes practice to create food with magic and have it taste palatable. One wrong movement of the hand and the food turns disgusting. On the rare occasion, I do entertain people and I have no permanent servant to prepare meals."

Tsuzuki picked up the chopsticks and picked out a portion of fish. He ate it before sampling the other side dishes. Everything was delicious.

Enma waved his hand again which caused one of the large cabinets to open to reveal copious amount of alcohol. Maneuvering a tacky decorated jar of sake out of the group, he held it in his hands.

"Would you like a serving?" Enma asked as he opened the sake bottle and inhaled the aromas. He remembered receiving this particular bottle in the last century from some rich nobody whose name he forgot. "This is a spectacular tasty one."

"Ah...yes." Tsuzuki watched as Enma poured a generous serving and handed it to him. He stared down at the contents, trying to remember the last time someone enjoyed his presence.

"Would you like to continue on keeping me company?" Enma inquired as he poured himself a serving of his sake. He tossed it back and hummed at the taste.

Tsuzuki turned to him in shock. "Wait...I can leave?"

Enma responded with honesty. "I snatched you up because you looked interesting." He averted his eyes. "Also...it's been almost a century since I have encountered someone who hasn't badgered me for wishes and favors. You're a good change."

Tsuzuki bit his lower lip. "Months back, I would have loved to join you for a drink and a meal. Now, I won't be good company." He looked down at his lap with a sigh. "I-I wanted to kill myself. I have nothing to live for."

Enma turned back to him and arched a brow. "Nothing you say?"

Tsuzuki shook his head. "My sister died a few months ago. I-I couldn't handle being on my own. She made my life bearable in that town, without her, I became morose and lifeless. That's why I jumped, Lord Enma. I'm not...good company."

Enma nodded his head. "Then, have this drink with me and ponder on your next step."

With that, Tsuzuki swallowed his sake. His mind swirled from the alcohol and he licked his lips to get any remaining liquid. Enma didn't lie. This sake was delectable.

Enma continued on serving Tsuzuki while keeping a keen eye on him. Giving Tsuzuki no chance to think of leaving his side, he kept on pouring more sake into his saucer. It took jugs going into the triple numbers for him to become tipsy, so he stayed sober the whole time Tsuzuki dove into a drunken stupor. Enma did nothing more than to listen to Tsuzuki's ramblings, his despair at having no one else who loved him, and the knowledge of having never experienced true friendship or romantic links.

Enma nodded along, feeding Tsuzuki little morsels to soak up the alcohol. He switched to softer foods because Tsuzuki almost munched on a candy bark in the wrong direction which hit the side of his cheek. Tsuzuki almost cried at his tenderness which made Enma irritated at the humans who stomped down Tsuzuki's esteem to the ground.

He knew Tsuzuki Asato jumped off the island to end his life. The moment he grabbed onto him, he smelled the tears and heard his devastated cry of frustration. This gorgeous man wanted to end his life and without his interference would have gotten through with it. He witnessed plenty of deaths, but the majority of the people regretted them if they survived. It was selfish of him to dictate Tsuzuki's life, but he wanted nothing more than to make the man smile.

He managed to do so during the beginning of their conversation.

Later on in the night, Tsuzuki passed out on top of him with drool coming out the side of his mouth. Enma waved a hand which caused Tsuzuki to hover a few feet to give him room to move from under him. He didn't want Tsuzuki to wake up to a compromising position in his current mental state. They had years to develop into that step.

Setting Tsuzuki down onto the soft plush pillows, Enma kept watch over him throughout the rest of the night.

The end.