Let it Will Be

Let it Will Be

Flora_Winters

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation. It is so wonderful. I’m also not making any money here either.

Summary: Shuichi is kicked out of Yuki’s apartment yet again and Ryuichi is there for him with Kumagoro in tow. This is one hell of a crazy ass story and that’s for damn sure. Language, MM, Violence

Chapter Twenty-Three

Shuichi blew a loose lock out of his violet eyes and just stared at the poster on the white wall before him. It was a giant picture of himself all dressed up to be raped in the back corner of a darkened alley. Well, perhaps rape is too strong a word for it. Let’s all try gang-banged. That goddamned American, daughter of a crazed whore had even penciled it in on the schedule book on Touma’s desk. That psychotic bitch even had lots of men in feathered masks surrounding him, with their large hands out, looking as if they were about to jump him and rip all that black leather off his creamy flesh and have their wicked ways with him.

“Where’s my whip at?” He asked. “If I’m going to look like Catwoman, I need a whip.”

The crazy American was standing right behind him. She was playing with a cute little hot pink grenade. It looked just like an Easter egg. Jesus wouldn’t want to find that in his wicker basket at all. It would blow his ass right back into that tomb he just stumbled out of, moaning about brains. (Plus he traveled around with twelve guys and a fag-hag. The queen was all about people snacking on his flesh, drinking his blood, and beating him with whips. Talk about some serious addiction to vampire BDSM.)

“I’ll see what I can do,” Reiji told him, putting her little pink friend away for later thrills and church giggles. “It really is one of your best.”

Shuichi beamed. “Do you think so?”

She nodded her head. “I even sent one to that blond bimbo that you dumped and flushed without spraying.”

Shuichi trembled for just a second, feeling a cold bead of sweat run down his back. “You did what?” He shook.

“It is lots of fun dressing you up,” she told him with a big happy face. Her large glasses gleamed in the light that was streaming through the large window. “I thought it would simply be hilarious to send him a signed photo of you dressed to be banged on the street.”

His knees trembled. “You didn’t…”

She nodded her head. “I did. I sent it Panda Express.”

He looked out the window. For some odd reason, he was getting a really bad feeling. Something was wrong. Something was terrible wrong with Yuki.

But, why did he give a fuck? That jerk had cheated on him. That asshole had cheated on him and then tried to win him back with presents and pretty words that didn’t mean a damn thing to nobody.

“I HATE HIM!” He shouted at the top of his lungs, spinning around. His pink hair shimmered in the bright light. “I HOPE HE CATCHES A DISEASE THAT MAKES HIS DONKEY DICK FALL OFF!”

Reiji snickered. “Donkey dick?”

He marched towards the open doorway. “Don’t get me started,” he snapped. “I was so fucking stupid to think that I was the only guy he had ever stuck it in. I thought I was something so fucking special. I hope it turns green, rots, and fucking falls off!”

He stormed from the room like a whirlwind of poisonous miasma. His mind was a maelstrom, hell bent on tearing some shit up. So, he ran to the bathroom and shredded every single roll of toilet paper into a mountain of perilous doom.

Even though he had Ryuichi now, he still felt pricked and it stung. It still hurt. He had loved him. He had truly loved him.

“I’ll make him sorry,” he hissed, hair slithering about his bone white face like pink serpents. “I’ll aim my next single at cheaters everywhere. I’ll make them all sorry for ever breaking the hearts of innocent virgins.”

Oh, he could see it in his mind. He wanted there to be lots of blood and vengeance. It would be a very serious song with happy, bouncy music. It would be an in your face, fuck you and die kind of song, but very polite.

He laughed, flushing the toilet over and over again.

~*~

Touma looked across his desk at Yuki’s little brother. The dark headed teen was in a leg cast and a neck brace. The explosion at the gay club had sent him flying through a brick wall.

“Are you in?” The green eyed blond asked, batting his pale eyelashes like the pretty little princess that he was.

Tatsuha couldn’t nod. He simply said yes.

“Excellent,” Touma grinned from horn to horn. “Ah, I can see it in the magazines now.”

And he really, really could see it. It would be a twelve page spread on the tragic death of Bad Lucks lead singer and any other member who dared get in the way of his well thought out demise. He would make it look as thought it were accidentally on purpose and then blame it all on K. His crazy violence really would serve a purpose.

He tossed his head back, threw up his silk laced arms, and howled with demonic laughter.

“With the power of Kami and Voodoo,” he cried. Dark storm clouds appeared over the N-G tower. Lightning struck the top of the building and thunder rattled the walls. “That pink headed slut will be smote!”

Tatsuha waved a little rainbow flag. “I’ll get my dolls ready.”

“Reiji has it all set up for tomorrow,” Touma cackled. “Just have him follow the trail of ponies and when he reaches to pick up DEATH PONY that is when I will cut the rope. His ass will be crushed and I’ll simply drop K’s id at the scene.”

Yuki will be mine. He will be mine! Oh, he will be mine! I will get him down and make him all mine, mine, mine. I will make him squirm and moan with such want, he won’t ever be able to look at another ho again. And when he’s just about to blow cream all in my lava hot mouth, I’ll teach him to date pink haired queers who forget to dye their pubes the same goddamn color! Oh, yes I will! I’ll make him wish he never went walking in that godforsaken park.

“Touma?” Tatsuha asked, leaning forward in his chair. “I think the stapler is dead now.”

The blond blinked and looked at the bane of loose paper in his clenched talons. His fingers left flawless indentions in the cold metal. It had been completely crushed in his hand.

He threw it at the window, shattering glass. “THAT IS THE LAST TIME I BUY CHEAP PIECES OF SHIT FROM OFFICE DEPOT! I SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN THAT GODDAMN TWO YEAR PROTECTION PLAN FOR 5.99!”

The news would soon be bitching about a terrible automobile pileup on every station in the next hour on every channel. (Let’s just say that the owner of the vehicle to whom the stapler crashed through the glass windshield is no longer a Muslim as of this day.)

~*~

Yuki ever so carefully followed the crazy witch with the dick into his own kitchen. He had his leather bound checkbook in hand and he took a seat at the wooden table. His checks had two kittens playing with a ball of yarn on them. One kitten was pink and the other was yellow. It caused his heart to fill a little pang. That idiot had been the one to pick them out.

“Just sign it,” Yoshiki said, standing on the other side of the table before him. Kitazawa was looming over her shoulder, glaring with blazing red eyes.

“If I do this,” Yuki said, glaring right back at the fool ghost. “You will make him gone?”

The long haired blond nodded her pretty little head.

“You’re lying,” Yuki hissed.

Kitazawa snickered. “I’m gonna get you and I’m gonna get you good.”

“Just sign the check, Eiri,” Yoshiki said. “And I’ll give you the word in which to control him.”

The ghost froze in the air, looking at his brother-sister as if the bitch had lost her goddamn mind.

“What the bloody hell have those hormones done to you?” Kitazawa snarled, fingers transforming into razor sharp knives. “Like your semen, have those shots also dried up your brain?”

Yuki tapped his index finger against the table, folding his large feet under his chair. His amber eyes sparkled. “What word?”

“You fucked up, brother,” Yoshiki told the ghost. “And being shot in the face doesn’t even half pay for what horror you put poor Eiri here through. You broke his heart and seriously fucked up his childhood. I don’t think there is a hell cruel enough to make you pay for what you did.”

Both blondes just stared at her.

“All I want is my pussy,” she said. “That’s all I really care about. I want this goddamn noodle dangling between my legs gone. The lord fucked up my sex just like he fucked up your soul, brother.”

“I’ll kill you!” Kitazawa raged.

“Oh, do shut up with your vengeance and shit already!” Yoshiki snapped. “You don’t scare me! Even though you were older than me, you still pissed the bed, bitch.”

Yuki snorted. “He did what?”

“Oh, yeah,” Yoshiki said, walking through the glowing apparition as if he were not there. “He had such a weak bladder.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Kitazawa shouted. “I’m warning you!”

“Sign the check, Eiri,” she told him. “And I’ll give you the means to make him do whatever you want him to.”

“I’m not going to give you a blank check,” Yuki told her. “I’m not that stupid.”

The blond narrowed her sharp eyes.

“But, I will give you fifty thousand U.S. dollars for the power to make this jackass suffer as I’ve suffered for years,” he giggled almost childishly.

“Goodbye, Penis!” Yoshiki cried. Tears of joy streamed down her face. “You’re like so out of here!”

“Come here!” Kitazawa screamed, lunging at her. “I’m going to jerk out every one of your nose hairs one at a time!”

He fell through her and through the floor with a plop.

Yuki filled out the check and signed his name, making it look ever so pretty. He held the check out for her to take. “What’s the word?”

Yoshiki snatched the check from his large hand and looked it over with twinkling eyes. She held the check to her bosom and giggled like a happy little schoolgirl, twirling around in four inch heels, making her skirt flow and dance about her lithe frame as she did so.

“Well?” Yuki asked her.

She stopped dead in her tracks. Her blond hair fell across her lovely face. She smiled at him with such white teeth.

“What is the word?” He asked again, rising to his feet.

“The word,” she whispered. “It’s not really a word at all.”

“Well,” he said. “What the hell is it then?”

“Can you sing, Eiri?” She asked.

He blinked. “Huh?”

“Can you sing?”

His right eye twitched. “You didn’t say anything about having to sing.”

She shook her head and opened her mouth. Her voice was light and airy. It was softer than a feather tickling across sensitive flesh.

"Watching me, wanting me

I can feel you pull me down

Saving me, raping me, watching me

Watching me, wanting me

I can feel you pull me down

Fearing you…loving you

I won’t let you pull me down."

“I command you, brother,” Yoshiki said, giving her finger a paper cut with Yuki’s large check. A crimson bead welled to the surface and she drew a straight red line down the tall blonde’s smooth forehead. “I command you to forever do as this man commands you as if he were I who raised you from your cheap ass casket.”

Kitazawa shrieked like a banshee. “I’ll haunt your dreams!”

“You wouldn’t like it in my head,” she told him matter of fact. “My guardians are seven foot walking dildos hell bent on banging anything that gets within a hundred miles of me. They have spikes, too.”

Yuki grinned with really sharp canines. “What am I going to make you do first?”

“How dare you do this shit to your own flesh and blood?” He screamed. “You promised me vengeance! He murdered me! He took away my life!”

Yoshiki shrugged her slender shoulders, picking up her purse off the floor. “You were a dickhead when you were alive. You’re a total tool now that you’re dead.”

Yuki nodded.

“Have fun with him, Eiri,” she told him, walking out the door.

Yuki never took his amber eyes off the seething spirit. “I want you to dust all the furniture without breaking anything, sweep the floors, mop them when you’re done with that, find all my loose change and put it in the jar on the kitchen counter, clean the toilet, remove my pubes from the shower drain, count them, and then get me a cold beer from the fridge without doing anything gross or deadly to it in the process of bringing it to me.”

Kitazawa glowed like a red hot star. His rage was like a furnace.

“Oh, and never open your mouth unless I specifically command you to voice an opinion, not that I’ll ask for it ever. Silence is golden up in this whore.”

He turned his back on the irate ghost and proceeded to his study. He grinned even after he casually shut the door.

Cinderella’s wicked stepmother didn’t have shit on him. He was going to work this fucking blond for the rest of his afterlife.

~*~

“I’m gonna get me a pussy,” Yoshiki told the little boy (on his way home from school) on the commuter bus. “And do you know what I’m gonna name her?”

The little boy cocked his head to the side.

“I’m gonna name her Petals,” she giggled, hugging her purse. “Oh, I can’t wait to buy me some pads and have my first bleeding.”

“I have a pet cat at home,” the little boy grinned. “His name is Tiger.”

“Oh, honey,” Yoshiki said. “My pussy is gonna be a tigress stalking through the jungles.”

To Be Continued…

Note: I know, I know, it has been forever. But, here I am, adding even more craziness to this messed up tale of madness. Let me know what y’all think. The song lyrics above belong to Evanescence.

Flora.