Warnings and Apology: This fic contains possible Shonen-ai and maybe yaoi (malexmale sexual relationship). It also can be considered dark and/or angsty. The author apologizes to the readers who have read the manga of Yami no Matsuei as the author's knowledge of this series is grasped only by the anime and the first few volumes of the manga that are base around the appearance of Muraki. So the background info of this story could very well be inaccurate. Please inform the author of any mistakes, thank you.
Apology: Many people, while this fic was being posted on ff.net, mentioned two things wrong with the story. One comment is the correction of Saki's surname. Numerous people have told me that it is Shidou, well okay then. It’s been changed. But don't blame me, I was going off a fansub translation and the subtitle said Shindo. Secondly, please don't compare this so much to the manga. I had people mentioning that the story didn't follow the manga, but in the disclaimer I made it clear that I had not read the manga. I have now read up to vol. 8 so you will see brief cameo appearances by Terazuma and Wakaba, but I still don't know what is conflicting with the manga. If anyone could tell me just to quench my curiosity it would be greatly appreciated. Still, the fanfic will remain the same, and any conflicts to the manga should be overlooked and considered AU.
He leaned back in the chair, a trail of smoke lifting from the burning cigarette between his index and middle fingers. The ash was long, threatening to fall to the ground with white-gray scraps and tiny glowing embers. His eyes stared at a file in front of him, a light colored brow pulling in and down over the glittering silver of his strange cat-like eyes. This was a contradiction; the writing on the paper did not speak truth with his previous research, yet this was the original.
Muraki Kazutaka's head tilted to one side, his silver metallic hair slipping over his right eye as he pulled the cigarette up to his mouth, the ash tumbling to the linoleum floor, while he took a long drag, then sat forward, and snuffed the remains of the cigarette into an ashtray on top of his black metal desk. His attention never moved from the file of papers in his hands as machines and technical equipment blipped and hummed around him. In one corner of the room was a large glass cylinder filled with light green liquid and a sinister looking floating object that resembled the head and spine of a young man. All status recordings of the body part seemed to be in order, for Muraki paid no mind to it as he stood from the desk, started pacing, and ended up settling on another desk in the moderate-size laboratory.
Name: Shidou Saki Paternal relation: Muraki Yousu Maternal relation: Shidou Rui Date of Birth: 4 December, 1964 Time of Birth: 1:23 am Location of birth: Shiroi Bara Hospital - Tokyo, Japan Length: 48 cm Weight: 52 kg Blood Type: A (o positive)
Muraki shook his head, tossing the papers onto the desk he was sitting on. "Type AO positive," he muttered, scoffing lightly and touched his fingers to the writing of the aged paper that was over thirty years old. His half brother's birth records and, compared to his own research, they were inaccurate.
At this thought, Muraki reached into a file rack on the desk and flipped through until he found the folder he was looking for. He opened it fingering through the pages until he found the results of his own tests on Shidou Saki; including blood pressure, blood type, everything from cholesterol level to vision measurement. His eyes stared at one line of his own work, narrowing behind the wire-rims of his glasses.
Blood Type: O (o positive)
How could this have been overlooked? Muraki's father, Muraki Yousu, was Ao positive like himself and Saki was apparently assumed to be the same. If Muraki remembered correctly of the records he had dug up on Saki's mother, she was Aa negative, making it more legitimate that he would be, as his birth records say, Ao positive, but his tests were accurate. Muraki knew he could not be mistaken on something so basic.
With a frown of frustration he moved to his computer, deciding to research Shidou Rui, Saki's mother, a little further and perhaps find why her son's birth records were mistaken. Outside the winter winds were blowing, as the leaves of the trees, now crumpled with the autumn season, fluttered to the ground, devoiding the land of its usual rich color. Muraki dreaded this time, for it was very close to the time of Saki's death, to the day where the secrets were revealed as well as nearing the time of his and his half brother's birthday on the forth of December; the day that hell spawn was born, three minute before himself. And this month, the cooling month of October, was the time his parent's fates were sealed in death by poison of their illegitimate son's fury.
His pale fingers flew over the keys, waiting as sites he would access downloaded information onto his computer. As a well renowned doctor of Tokyo he was able to tap into files most were not and this fact had proven more than often to be helpful. His thoughts drifted slightly as he worked on this new task, to the reason he was looking over Saki's files. It was merely to make sure all his vitals were stable, but the small confides of his laboratory made him recall what had occurred to strip him from his previous dwelling.
They escaped from the fire alive; his two advisories and, likewise, goals. He was both furious and relieved that their survival occurred. Part of him wished they would have perished in the flames. At least he prayed the little whelp who had fouled up his plans more than once would have died. He supposed no part of him truly wanted his beloved to pass on, perhaps only because he wished it to be his hands to do so. He wished to have the beautiful angel first as well. To possess every part of Tsuzuki Asato had become an infatuation and a mission for Muraki, but his hate for his half-brother and his passion to have the hell spawn incarnate again just so he could destroy him as he had wanted to years before, rose above his desire for Tsuzuki. Therefore the power and healing abilities provoked Muraki into stealing Tsuzuki's body for Saki's reanimation, rather than for his own lustful follies.
He once thought he could have both, or more accurately one then the other. To have Tsuzuki intimately, then kill him to bring Saki back to the realm of the living. It was the little blond whelp that Muraki, himself, had killed three years before who thrashed those ideals to bits. The boy, Kurosaki Hisoka, found a pathetic attachment to Tsuzuki and every time Muraki would have Tsuzuki in his grasp, Hisoka would find some way to help his partner escape.
Muraki had tried to use the boy to his advantage, the hypnosis and curse he had place on the young man had carried over into his afterlife as it was and Muraki had thought he was given bait. Yet, the bond between the two shinigami was powerful and they were beside each other within only a minute's time, proving it very hard for Muraki to have time alone with Tsuzuki, with Hisoka kicking down his door.
The pale man sighed and pressed his fingers to his forehead, waiting for a file to download and open on his computer. Sometimes he felt he was at the point where he was ready to give up entirely, but he was not one to admit defeat so freely. He would have Tsuzuki, one way or the other. His resolve clamped down just as the computer sounded its completion of the process, the file laid out open on his screen. The history and lineage of Shidou Rui. Muraki looked over it with distant interest, his silver eyes flitting over the useless facts of her birth weight and eye color, her recessive traits and grandparents' names. She was still alive it seemed, married into a prestigious family to live a wealthy life. For some reason the thought made him sick.
He rested his chin on his hand, as his elbow pressed against the area between files and mouse. Perhaps he should pay visit to Rui. She might be able to enlighten him on the change in Saki's blood types. His eyes scanned over looking for an address absently, upon finding it he blinked. Squeezing his eyes shut briefly before squinting at the characters again. He knew those characters...he knew that surname...how it is possible...
He leaned back in the computer chair, his body feeling as if it were shaking from the inside, his silver eyes scanning for more information, desperately looking for a solid lead. His searching found him a date of birth, not Rui's but her second child's, and a description he knew so well. The description of a body he had felt from the inside. His fingers touched the screen of a child the parents knew as deceased, his eyes narrowed to slits behind his glasses. The second son of Shidou Rui, a result of her second lover, born October 18th, exactly one minute after Saki's death.
The computer image reflected off of his glasses like a mirror, showing a young boy with soft blond hair, striking emerald eyes, and beauty beyond the limitations of men. With vicious growl, Muraki's hand pulled away from the screen, fisted, and punched through the glass. He felt some of the bones in his hand shatter, but at that point he did not care. He yanked his bloody hand out of the computer, ripping his skin more in the process, and spun from the desk, stalking dangerously over to the cylinder across the room.
Within it was the head of his half-brother, preserved for many long years, waiting for the day it would be placed on a new body to live only long enough for Muraki to tear him apart. The tall male ran his hand over the curved glass, his blood smearing against it in a pale maroon color. His head was tilted back slightly, a small quirk lifting one side of his mouth up into a smirk.
"You eluded me, Saki," Muraki hissed, looking to the handsome, yet sinister face of his half-blood. "Made me think you were confided with this shell. That I controlled you within this spherical box of chemicals. You are clever, Saki." He looked over his shoulder, his hand still bleeding and still pressed to the glass that held a green hue. His eyes cast onto the sparking computer screen where the image of a young boy once glowed. "But you had moved elsewhere. Traveled through blood into the body of one more capable. You tricked me, but I had you...whether I knew it or not, I hurt you."
He pushed off the glass and walked over to its machine base. His fingers flew over the controls and the light within the glass tube shut off with a click and thunk. The water within suddenly looked dank and murky, the sinister object merely a shadow. "But this shell is only that; a shell. You have found a new host. And hurting you is not enough..." Muraki paused, wrapping his hand up in a handkerchief he had laying on his desk, the white fabric was immediately thick with blood.
"No," he muttered, staring at the cloth as the crimson liquid crept over each stitch pale first then darker as more blood was produced from the wound it was covering. "Hurting would never be enough...first you will break." He looked up and out the window, the tree beyond the building dropping one leaf after another as the winds picked up, bringing a bite of cool in anticipation of winter. Silver light danced behind the sunlight reflection on his glasses. "Then you will die."
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