No such thing as Good and Evil

Disclaimer: Don\'t own Gravitation characters

Chapter 1: Who are you?

Yuki’s POV
It had been almost three weeks since Shuichi’s last little “episode”. Everything was going fine. He didn’t remember anything and was quick to believe the stories I told him to cover up some of the weird stuff. I had almost started to believe that it was all over, until he surprised me again. I had been in the living room reading and he was in the bedroom. He had gone to sleep right after coming home from work saying that he was just so tired that he might sleep for years. After what I had seen I wouldn’t doubt it, but I hoped that wasn’t the case.

It was getting late and I was just finishing the chapter I was reading so that I could go to bed. I had only just closed the book and put my glasses down when the power went out. I sat there for a moment in the dark waiting for something. It was almost as if I was waiting for that woman to appear again. That wasn’t true. In all reality I was waiting for her, the goddess that haunted my Shu-hun. Humph, I might as well have been waiting for Buddha himself. That didn’t mean that he was going to show.

I relaxed into the sofa and closed my eyes for a moment. Why the hell was I being so paranoid? It was just a power failure, nothing more. I didn’t sound very convincing at that moment. I continued to sit there with my eyes shut just a while longer. Almost lost in thought, I was forced back to reality by what I heard.

It was a song…

What is this emotion? I feel such devotion.

It was something that I had heard a long time ago when I still lived at the temple. It was coming form the bedroom.

For soon you’ll see,

I stood and made my way through the dark living room.

Together we will be…

I stopped before entering the room that held my Shuichi and that song.

My darling,

Bracing myself, I opened the door and stepped in.

You and me…

I gazed in wonder and annoyance. If I hadn’t been putting up with this shit for so long I’d be gawking and screaming. Either it was because I was too tired or just didn’t care anymore, but these little “wonders” that Shuichi or whoever kept pulling off no longer surprised me. First it had been the carvings on the wall, then it was him actually climbing the wall like some kind of Japanese Spiderman, and after that he began eating raw meat. Shuichi appeared normal to everyone else but if they lived in my house they would have gone nuts. I had done everything to make it stop. I even called an exorcist. That old fart had been no use. Shu had just looked at him with those lifeless eyes and the monk had branded him the devil and ran out screaming. I guess that where the saying “If you want something done right, do it yourself” came from.

I casually, almost too calmly, walked to Shuichi’s bedside and stared for a moment. He was asleep, floating three feet above the bed. I let out an annoyed breath and placed my hand on Shuichi’s stomach. Slowly I pulled him down to the surface of the mattress. It was still the same innocent Shuichi that I had met at age 22. Funny to think how someone like him did what so many others couldn’t. But I guess that’s what makes him who he is.

“Shuichi,” I whispered softly while brushing aside strands of hair.

“Yuki?” came a whispered response from the baka. Instinctively he leaned into my touch.
“What time is it?” he sat up stretched, yawned, and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

“Late.” My voice was gentle, despite of what just happened. I didn’t know how to talk to him anymore. Lately all I said went in one ear and out the other.

I gazed into those beautiful, life filled, violet eyes and gave a small smile. “Do you want to go for a walk?” My question didn’t make a lot of sense, but I just needed some air.

He stared as me for a moment then smiled. “Can we go to the park?” his eyes sparkled in anticipation.

“Sure.” I placed a light kiss on his forehead then headed for the bathroom, leaving him to get ready.

Narrator’s POV
Shuichi leaned on the rail and looked out at the city lights. They looked almost like stars. Some were red. Others were blue. Most were either white or yellow though. They gleamed with the brilliance of real stars nonetheless.

Yuki wrapped an arm around his lover’s shoulder and pulled him close. It was a cold night so Shuichi lovingly leaned into the warmth produced by the older man. He could hear the little sigh of content that the novelist gave as Shuichi’s head settled into the crook of Yuki’s arm. He felt safe and secure with such strong arms wrapped around him. An arm that could keep him safe from danger and protect him from the darkness of the world—that’s what Yuki was to him, a perfect world.

Eiri gazed at Shuichi who was still looking out at the city. His pink hair wavered so gracefully in the wind, as if it was created for that purpose. His eyes glistened and reflected everything that graced their ocean depths. A light smile graced his face and Yuki couldn’t help but stare in awe, so long had it been since he could look upon Shuichi and not see the lurking shadows that hung over him like a dark side.

Careful.

Not again, Yuki thought to himself.

Turn around.

The voice was there again, the one that had terrorized him for weeks. It was strange though. Shuichi wasn’t acting up. He didn’t even seem to hear it. Yuki stared at his lover so intently until Shuichi turned his head to face him.

Be aware, Yuki-san.

“What is it?” Shuichi asked quietly. Eiri turned around so that his back was to the city. There, in the dark of the park, two men emerged from the shadows. Shuichi followed Yuki’s gaze and sighted the two.

“Don’t move,” one of the men said pointing a gun at the couple.

Do you want them gone?

The voice asked Yuki with a calm tone that frightened him.

“Hand over your wallets and you won’t get hurt.” One of the men finally stepped into the rays of the streetlight with an extended hand, waiting for the wallets.

All you have to do is ask.

“Yuki!” Shuichi said clutching on to the novelist’s arm for dear life.

“Didn’t you hear me? I said give me all your money!” the man with the gun said again stepping closer to them.

What will you do? Give them what they want? No. Your pride is much too strong to just let you do that. For the same reason, you won’t ask either. Pity…

“Yuki?” Shuichi stared up at his lover who was gazing on with an expressionless face. His eyes contained no anger or fright. They were just empty as though he was an innocent child witnessing malice for the first time in his life.

You don’t have an emotion for this situation, do you?

The voice mocked him with the truth. Since the age of sixteen he had had a mask that carried some kind of emotion for every moment of the day. Now, there was nothing—not even a mask of anger towards his assailants.

“This guy doesn’t seem to get it, boss,” said the man with the extended hand. He turned to face his partner with the gun, “Maybe we should rough him up a bit.” A small smirk crept onto the gunner’s face at the thought of it.

We can’t have that, can we Shuichi? As agreed, no one lays a hand on Yuki or you. I won’t allow it…

Yuki stared into the shadows where the gunner still stood. His eyes widened when he gazed in to glowing red ones. They were the same eyes—well eye—which he had stared into the day that he had found Shuichi in the corner. Though aggressive looking, Eiri could see the true intention behind the malice.

“You never asked.”

Both thugs turned around to see the leering red eyes.

“What the hell is that?” the gunner quickly stammered back in to the rays of the streetlight, away from the eyes and the darkness.

“That? You hurt my feelings. I am not an object or a monstrous animal.”

“Fuck you, lady!” the gunner pointed his weapon in to the darkness and fired.

“That was uncalled for.”

As the woman stepped in to the light her eyes stopped glowing. She was just as gorgeous as Eiri remembered her with that silver hair, red eyes, blue scars, and black skin. Her form was that of a female gargoyle, no taller than Shuichi. She was skinny, had nice curves, round breasts, long claws on her hands and feet, flat stomach, and a long gargoyle like tail. Her matching black dragon wings spread wide so that all could clearly see their reach.

She stuck out her right arm and opened her clenched fist, dropping the bullet that had been shot at her. “You shot this.” She took another step forward, crushing the bullet under her foot, so that they could see her better. She was wearing black leather wrist guards that had three buckles on each, tight black leather pants that left nothing to the imagination, a dark purple belt, a high ponytail, and sleeveless leather shirt that cut off just enough to cover her breasts, which hugged her tightly around the chest.

“What is this bitch?” the gunner looked from the woman to Yuki and Shuichi. “Is she with you, huh?” he yelled, raising his gun to the couple.

The woman stared at Yuki for a moment then started walking towards the thugs.

“Yuki!” Shuichi had started crying, holding on to his lover’s arm with a vice like grip.

“Beat the shit out of them!” Yuki finally spoke and looked at the gunner with disgust.

“I was beginning to think that you’d stand there and get shot,” the woman said with a smirk. Neither of the two thugs had noticed that she had been walking towards them, so they jumped back when she had stopped not more than half a foot away from the gunner’s face. “I guess I was wrong.”

The woman-thing clenched her fists, popping every bone in her hand, and smiled devilishly, showing pearl white fangs. A low growl could be heard building up in her throat. Quickly she spun around and smacked the gunner away, knocking him down with her powerful tail. Just as swiftly she turned around again to grasp the other man by the throat, allowing her sharp claws to graze the skin but never tear it.

Slowly she lifted the man with one hand and threw him against the light post. The man hit hard. Everyone heard his back snap in two the moment he hit the post, leaving a dent in the steel. His lifeless body then fell to the ground and lay in a heap of a corpse.

“Brother!” the gunner glared at the woman from the ground.

“Was he really?” she calmly asked walking towards the gunner. She knelt down in front of him and spoke softly, “Well, maybe a half-brother.”

“Lair!”

“No lies. Your whore of a mother went and slept with another man. I can smell it in your blood, it differs from his.”

A single tear rolled down the gunner’s face as he grabbed his gun and started to point it at the woman. “I’ll kill you!”

The woman’s hand moved so fast had they blinked they would have missed it. She took the gun from the man, stood, and placed a clawed foot on his chest, crushing him to the concrete. All lay witness as she crushed the black gun in her hand and let the pieces fall on to the man’s face. “Anyone ever tell you, you take the truth like a bitch?” A slight grin played on her face as she crushed the man’s chest in to his body with a single foot. You could hear every bone, every organ in her path either break or explode.

She lifted her bloody foot from the corpse and stepped toward Shuichi and Yuki. “Don’t give me that look, Shuichi. He was fucking his girlfriend’s brother. He had it coming.”

“You didn’t have to kill them though!” Shuichi had stopped crying and was pointing a finger at the dead gunner.

“Are you mad at me now?” Her smile fell and her eyes became sad, big, and puffy.

“No but—“

“Don’t worry about it I did what I was asked to do. Well…okay maybe I didn’t beat them as much as Yuki specified. They are out of the way though.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Shuichi scratched his head unable to argue.

“You are one ungrateful bastard!”

“What?”

“I’ve done everything you and your lover have asked of me. When all is said and done I get a lecture. You’re always complaining about my methods!”

“The only thing I point out is that your methods are violent, bitch.”

“You’ve got a lot of nerve, punk!”

“And you’re just a murderous thing that crawled out of Hell.”

“You better believe it!” she grinned and then looked at Yuki then Shuichi again. “Well, you can’t really call me ‘murderous’.”

“Like hell we can’t!” Shuichi pointed at the other dead body. “What do you call that?”

“I didn’t kill the monk.”

“No but you scared the shit out of him! I doubt that guy will ever leave his house again.”

“There’s always a price to pay for living. It was a good laugh though. Besides if you’re referring to the wall carvings incident, drop it. I could have gone about it another way.”

“Why didn’t you? Why didn’t you write it?”

“You said not to use your paper.”

“Why didn’t you use a pen to carve it then?”

“You told me not to break Yuki’s pens.”

“Why didn’t you use a knife?”

“You told me not to play with sharp objects.”

“Why didn’t you write it with the magnets on the refrigerator?”

“You stated very clearly, while dangling me off the edge of the building, that no one touches the magnets or you’d hold their head over the stove burners.”

Yuki looked form Shuichi to the woman, completely confused and annoyed. “Excuse me.”

“Oh, hey, Yuki. We didn’t realize you were still there,” both said at the same time.

“What are you?” Yuki pointed a finger at the woman. “Who are you?”