Let it Will Be

Let it Will Be

Flora Winters

I do not own Gravitation. It is so wonderful.

Summary: Shuichi is kicked out of Yuki’s apartment yet again and Ryuichi is there for him with Kumagoro in tow. MM, Language.

Warning: There will be more blasphemy and horror on the way.

Chapter Twenty Two

Shuichi spun around in Ryuichi’s arms as the lights shimmered and flashed over both their heads like lightening in a stormy sky. The music was so loud and there were throngs of people dancing all over the hip establishment.

If love were liquid it would drown me

In a placeless place would find me

In a heart shape come around me and then

Melt me slowly down

If love were human it would know me

In a lost space come and show me

Hold me and control me and then

Melt me slowly down

Tatsuha was standing in one corner with a gun aimed at the pink haired princess and Touma was positioned on the ceiling unbeknown to all three, aiming an arrow on a crossbow at the pink haired man-eater.

Ryuichi dipped Shuichi just as both fired their weapons. The bullet went whizzing by, shattering a pitcher of vodka on the bar, and Touma’s crossbow went flying into some random whores face, knocking the bitch flat on his back with a thud. He was left looking at the arrow in wonder, blinking his eyes.

“Goddamn it!” Touma snarled, bending the arrow, breaking it. He had even read the fucking directions, too.

Tatsuha’s nostrils flared and he quickly took aim again. “Hold still, you little bunny thieving slut!”

Touma pushed the release button on his harness and gracefully fell into the pulsing throng. He was carried by hundreds of hands towards the exit. He quickly ran out the doors, changed into a new killer outfit, burned the one he had just had on in the back alley, and took off running in six inch designer heels, vowing he’d be back some day.

Tatsuha was about to pull the trigger again, only to suddenly scream like a five year old girl when a long ass sword came from out of nowhere, knocking the bang-boom from his hands. He stumbled backwards in shock when a wicked looking lady all dressed in black held the evil looking sword to his throat.

“Who the hell are you?” He roared, gulping when the sword bit down a little. “Are you some Sephiroth wannabe?”

The Goddess of RAGE threw her head back, cackling with wicked glee. “Oh, no, he’s my Boo.”

“Bitch!” Tatsuha growled when he saw that Shuichi was kissing Ryuichi again. “I’m about to pop off!”

“You’re going to be a good little Yuki clone and go on home now, ya hear?” Reiji said, stepping closer to him in a deadly snap of black leather. “But, I really must say, you’re eyes are a lot kinder than your wicked brothers.”

Tatsuha glared at her, putting all the evil and hatred he could create into his dark eyes. By the time he was done, they were spitting and hissing with acidic venom.

Reiji sighed, removing her sword. “You teenagers are the worse, you know that?”

“Shut up!” Tatsuha yelled, pointing at the pink haired bitch. “He stole my bunny! He has to pay!”

Reiji cocked her head to the side. “How about free tickets to their concert?”

“What do you take me for?” Tatsuha screamed, getting right in her face. “Do you take me for some cheap ass whore who can be easily bought over with gifts?”

She cocked a wicked brow.

“Make it free tickets to every show,” he said, grinning like a love sick moron. “And I promise not to kill Shuichi…I’ll just maim him a little.”

She pursed her lips.

“Fine!” He yelled, throwing his hands up in the air, rolling his eyes. “I’ll just pull his hair and kick him in the balls!”

She nodded, and let him shake her sword. The deal was sealed in blood…well, his blood.

Screams suddenly broke out when an explosion rocked the joint. Glass shattered and worse of all, the music skipped. That sent some people into a flesh ripping frenzy. They had paid big bucks to come here and sweat in sexy fever.

“TATSUHA!” A loud voice shouted out. “I ORDER YOU TO COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!”

“Hey!” Ryuichi called out, pulling Shuichi over to where the two of them were standing. “Did you and Mr. Yuki come to dance, too?”

Tatsuha had tears in his eyes. “Oh, RYUICHI! Don’t you even remember me? I’m your TATTY!”

Ryuichi scratched his head and suddenly grinned. “Oh, yeah…you’re the one who threatened to kill my Shuichi.”

Reiji took a step back. “Oh, shit. Why is he smiling like that?”

Shuichi bit his bottom lip. “Now, now, let’s not fight.”

“I SAID COME OUT!” The voice of K boomed, and another explosion shook the place. “I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE!”

“Calm down, K,” another voice said. It was Hiro. “You do realize that stress affects your sexual performance and worse of all, it makes your hair fall out.”

“Get down on your knees,” Ryuichi commanded, glaring at Tatsuha with angry blue stars. “And beg my Pretty Shiny for forgiveness.”

Tatsuha did just that, even though he was going to throw up. He was so close to Ryuichi. He could simply reach right out and touch him.

“Don’t you touch my Ryuichi!” Shuichi screamed, punching Tatsuha right in the face. “He’s mine!”

Reiji gawked when the pink haired princess and the hormonal driven sixteen year old priest nuked it out right here. The two of them were screaming, snarling, hissing, spitting, punching, clawing, shrieking, and tearing at each other’s clothes.

Ryuichi was beating Tatsuha on the head with Kumagoro, demanding him to stop.

Reiji was noticing that people were gathering around, watching with wide eyes. They all suddenly realize who they were and what was going on. So, there was only one thing she could do. She rolled up her wicked leather sleeves, put her sword into position, cutting the rope which caused a bucket of chocolate pudding to come splashing down on the three sexy kittens, and began selling tickets.

“Yeah, that’s right!” She shouted, taking money like there was no tomorrow. “Come see the Pop Queen of Japan kick Eiri Yuki’s little brother’s ass!”

People screamed and dove at her. Her cackle made Satan dive under a spray of lava it was so scary.

“I AM MADE OF AWESOME!” Ryuichi screamed, throwing himself into the fight as well. “GET OFF MY SHU!”

People were passing out when Tatsuha ripped the legend singer’s shirt off, and sniffed it while Shuichi was beating him in the head with his fists. Girls and boys were passing out from random nosebleeds at all the chocolate hotness.

“THAT DOES IT!” K shouted. “I’M PULLING A BUSH!”

“WHAT?” Hiro shrieked. “YOU WOULDN’T DARE! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO STYLE IT LIKE THIS?”

“Take that!” Shuichi yelled, ripping Tatsuha’s pants to shreds, head butting him in the balls.

Tatsuha grabbed him around the neck and bit down on his ear, making him scream.

“STOP IT!” Ryuichi shouted, pouncing on Tatsuha’s back. “KUMAGORO TITTY TWISTER!”

Tatsuha screamed in agony and nearly creamed himself. Oh, he so got off on violence, especially when it was Ryuichi hurting him.

“TWIST ME HARDER!” He shouted, arching his neck. “OH MY GOD! DAMN ME! DAMN ME, RYUICHI!”

Reiji was swimming in money, laughing her head off. That was when a bright light filled the place.

“YEAH!” Hiro shouted, over the loud explosion that blew the place to hell. “Stroke my cock, bitch!”

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Reiji was sitting at her desk, counting all the money she had made. Some of it was scorched and torn, but hey, it was still MONEY! She sniffed its powerful goodness, loving the sound it made. The sound of money was like the worlds most pleasurable dildo to her.

“You sold tickets?” Touma asked, standing up from behind his desk.

She nodded her head. “It was the only thing I could do.”

He massaged his temples. “You and K are destroying my kingdom.”

“Oh, please,” she said, waving it away with her money. “It was just some silly gay bar. Those queers jump back up faster than that one cereal can snap, crackle, pop. They’re like cockroaches and Cher. As long as Jehova, Allah, and Yahoo exist, queers will be around to taunt him and his alter egos. They are eternal.”

“You two have destroyed…many of my establishments, given me more headaches than I can count,” he said, listing each occurrence off on his fingers. “And have caused my eyes to twitch terribly.”

“Look, Stem Cell Queen,” she said, getting to her feet, too. “I’ve made crocks shits of cash by blowing up crap all my life. So, I’m not about to quit a good thing.”

“How much money would we make on this new record should Shuichi meet an untimely demise?” He asked.

Reiji pulled out her calculator she kept in her panties at all times and began working out the calculations. She added a three here, subtracted fourteen there, tripled the percentage by tears wept, and had her answer.

“We would make enough money to rival the cost of my countries war on terrorism.”

Touma grinned. “Is he worth more alive or dead?”

“Hmm,” she said, scratching her chin. “At the moment…deceased.”

“Oh, the horrible dilemma we find ourselves in on this day,” he squealed, caressing himself ever so amazingly.

“Are you saying we should kill him?” She asked.

“I’m not saying anything?” He told her. His eyes were sparkling like emerald diamonds. “But, what do you think?”

“I think you’re a despicable person,” she snapped, putting her money down, glaring at him. “I can’t wait! I have this new poison ring I want to try out. I’ve always wanted to play Snow White’s mother.”

“Too late,” Touma grinned with razor sharp teeth. “I cut that snowy bitch’s heart out myself…and I put soy sauce on it before I ate it, too.”

Reiji nodded. “I’m impressed, Sir.”

“As you should be,” he told her, turning his back to her, throwing up his hands to the wide blue sky, “Because I am made of awesome!”

“I have a question,” she said, walking around to stand next to him. “Who designed your heels?”

“Oh,” he said, showing them off. “Do you like?”

She nodded.

“Maki Murakami, of course,” he snickered with delight. “She’s a fucking genius.”

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Yuki was trapped. He was tied to a bed. It was so warm and it was slimy. He looked to see that the mattress was made of human tissue with thousands of blinking eyes. They were all different colors and looking at him with malevolent lust. He was completely naked and thrashing around, trying to get loose.

“Oh, do calm down, Eiri,” Kitazawa grinned with needle sharp fangs, crawling like a serpent up the length of his body. “You’re only exciting me more.”

Yuki’s breath caught in his throat and he gasped for breath. He couldn’t breathe.

“What’s wrong, Eiri?” Kitazawa asked through decaying lips that were peeling away from his sharp teeth like a rotting apple. “Don’t you want me to fuck you anymore?”

Yuki gagged at the stench of decay and screamed when the flesh began to drip off, revealing white bones underneath.

“GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” He screamed, bucking his hips violently, trying to throw the creature off. “GET THE FUCK OFF NOW!”

Long white talons gripped him by the chin and eyes running with slimy puss burned into him as maggots dripped like snot from rotting nostrils onto his chest. “Look what you’ve made me, Eiri.”

“STOP IT!” He screamed, trying to pull his face away. “YOU DID THIS TO YOURSELF! I LOVED YOU!”

The demon howled with wicked laughter. “I guess that’s true. They always say you hurt the ones you love. So, you must have really loved me because you blew my goddamn brains out, Eiri.”

And they were dripping along with the squirming maggots onto his chest, making the blonde scream his head off even more.

“I’m going to rot all over you, Eiri,” Kitazawa giggled, digging a sharp talon into his tummy, letting some maggots crawl within. “I’m going to drown you in me.”

“FUCK YOU!” Yuki screamed, cringing in agony as that talon dug around inside him like a hook. He could feel the bugs crawling around under his skin.

“Oh, I intend to do just that,” he cackled insanely. “I’m gonna…”

Yuki opened his eyes, seeing that the demon had been struck across the side of the face with a very large sledgehammer. He fell over off of him with a sickening splat.

“Are you quite done yet?” Yoshiki asked, throwing the hammer over her head, sending it spinning into the recesses of Yuki’s very disturbed mind. “I want him sane enough so he can write the check for my pussy.”

“What is this?” Yuki spat. He was suddenly wide awake, and sat up on his sofa.

“Christ hanging on the goddamn cross!” Yoshiki snarled, jumping back. “Haven’t you figured it out yet? I swear you fucking blondes are all stupid as fuck.”

“You’re a blonde, too!” Kitazawa hissed, floating up in all his blonde prettiness.

Yuki cocked his head to the side, checking his body out. “Am I awake?”

“Am I dead?” Kitazawa asked with a humorless snort, rolling his eyes.

“Am I pussyless?” Yoshiki asked, lifting her dress, removing the tape. “Why yes, yes I am.”

“You really are one cracked out bitch,” Kitazawa said, looking at the ding-a-ling.

Yuki looked away. “Why the fuck are you doing this to me?”

“I want you dead!” Kitazawa screamed. “I’ve told you this for the tenth time, goddamn it!”

“And I want a pussy,” Yoshiki stated. “And you’re going to buy it for me.”

“I am?” Yuki asked.

“Yes, you are,” Yoshiki grinned.

“And why would I do that?” Yuki asked.

“Oh, let me count the ways,” she sang, doing the helicopter dance for him. “You will either rid me of this male curse or I will allow my brother to haunt you for the rest of your natural life.”

Yuki was on his feet. “How much does a pussy cost and what all do I have to sign?”

Kitazawa screamed.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think. Thank you all for the wonderful reviews.

Flora.

Note: Song lyrics belong to Kylie Minogue.

MAKI MURAKAMI FOR GODDESS!