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-Four

Kitazawa cursed every camel with lame feet in Desert Land as he very calmly used a pair of tweezers to collect each blond pubic hair in order to count, just like he had been ordered to do so. Cleaning the windows with the soul juice of dead babies hadn’t been so bad, but this shit was the icy pits of Satan’s ass crack. He was going to find some way to seriously maim that pussy wanton harlot for betraying him. Oh, he was going to get h/er and he was going to get h/er good.

“Goddamn it!” He cursed under his breath (which he no longer had), struggling to get at the hairs in the shower drain. “I’m going to give that bitch’s new clit such a paper cut!”

He floated back, taking a seat on the toilet, running so many death scenes through his maddened and disturbed mind. Morbid flowed through his dead veins like cold blood coursed through a venomous viper. He was gonna get that ho and he was gonna get that ho good. Oh, yes he was. He was gonna make h/er rue the day s/he ever rattled his bones.

His topaz blue eyes narrowed into poisonous slits. He was now a slave to the little bastard that had murdered him. He was collecting and counting everyone of the mouth watering shits mother fucking pubic hairs for Christ’s sake. His anger was boiling, but he was forced to keep what spooky powers he did possess under lock and key. Silence was golden up in this bitch and any kind of noise on his part would get him punished with some other hellish labor.

He rocked back and forth in the air like a desperate leaf, clinging to its spot on a tall tree. He wanted to scream, rant, and rave, while breaking things just for the hell of it. He was now a poltergeist and he had lots of unfinished shit to dish out like some poor bastard’s backed up toilet.

I was never going to rape him, he went on and on in his vast mind, I was merely doing what I had to do in order to get us both out of that really bad situation. I would never have let those guys go that far. All I needed was more time. That’s all I really needed. I could have gotten that gun away from them if they had only been distracted for a few moments longer.

Ghostly tears streamed like acidic moonlight from his haunting eyes. His pale cheeks burned a pearly pink from mounting supernatural rage.

They forced the money into my hands, he ranted on and on. They were trying to make me look just as guilty as they were. I would never have taken it, if they hadn’t had that gun. I had to make myself look like them, act like them. It was the only way to get out of it.

He grabbed his hair and pulled.

“If you don’t bring us that little blond beauty that’s been clinging to you all these months,” the bullish brute snorted. “We’re going to spill your secret all over town. We’ll tell them all just how disgusting you really are.”

It had all been such a terrible mistake. He should never have gotten Eiri involved in such a terrible thing.

He had loved him. He had loved him so very much.

It had all gotten so out of hand. Everything had happened so fast. All he remembered was yelling for Eiri, hitting the ground hard after being hit by the bull, and then having his brains blown out the back of his skull.

It hadn’t been an instant death either. He still had thought functions. It was mostly shock. He had been shocked that Eiri had shot him and the fact that his piss was so very warm as he laid in it.

“How fucking embarrassing!” He hissed like fissures breaking open in the blackest depths of hell. “That little shit saw me die in my own piss!”

His large hands had transformed into even larger talons. They were the color of rotting bones, slick with dark blood and they were balled into bleeding fists. The crimson gel dripped to the floor, sizzled for a few seconds, and then vanished without leaving any trace that it had ever been dripped there.

It took him several long moments in order to get himself back under control.

He stopped, looking into the mirror before him. There was nothing in it. Nothing was looking back at him. It was just empty air, void of everything but that which was purely physical.

His terrifying talons suddenly melted back into normal looking hands and he began touching the face he couldn’t see. He knew that he was still young and just as handsome as he had been the day he was murdered. He just couldn’t see himself.

He wanted to break the mirror. He wanted to see the glass shatter into so many pieces. It would be so easy for him to do it, but it would only piss Eiri off.

He didn’t want to piss him off. It would only make the wicked blond find more meaningless labor to bestow upon him. He was forced to do whatever the blond bid him to do without argument, even though he did argue until the blond promptly told him to shut the fuck up, which he immediately had to obey like a trained puppy.

The door suddenly opened and he looked to see that it was the bane of his afterlife.

“Get out,” Yuki ordered. “And don’t come back in until I tell you to.”

Now, in Kitazawa’s disturbed mind, that order could have meant so many things. He knew that Eiri only wanted for him to leave the bathroom and not to come back in until he was done doing whatever it was he was going to be doing. But, he chose to take it as for him to leave the apartment and not come back until he was called. So, he took it and practically fled through the blond like a hologram.

He heard the door slam with a violent curse, which made him snicker something terrible. He knew he was going to be made to pay for that later, but he didn’t give a hoot at the moment. He was free from meaningless labor until the blond shouted for him to come back.

Hmm, would Eiri shout for him to come back? It made him wonder.

He felt like a genie without a bottle and he knew Eiri would never rub him the right way. That was for goddamn sure.

He actually began to feel as if he gave a damn. Well, he quickly stole a lollypop from a passing girl and listened to her cry until that terrible feeling flew the fuck away. He was no longer down with caring or feeling weak shit like that. The bastard had murdered him and he was going to find some way to make him pay.

And that was when he saw it. It was right in front of his devilishly handsome face.

The pink headed Queen of Japan.

“Eiri loves you,” he began to giggle, breaking the lollypop over the little girl’s head, just so he could enjoy listening to her cry some more. He watched her run screaming away about ghosts and demons. It was so cute. “Would killing you make him cry, Shuichi?”

He began to feel really pissed all of a sudden. Eiri loved the little boy? How could he love the little boy?

“NO!”

His blue eyes widened.

Eiri was behaving just like him. He was going after the younger guy, too.

The talons were back and the fangs were growing. He glared up at the photo of Shuichi singing his heart out and his eyes blazed with burning hellfire of hottest azure.

“Eiri belongs to me,” he growled like a pissed off panther, pointing a bleeding blade at the flashing picture. “His body, his heart, his soul is all mine, little boy. You’ll never possess him, because he’s possessed by me.”

He quickly decided to just check in on the little fool. He had to make sure that Shuichi was completely over Eiri. In fact, he was going to make sure he hated Eiri.

“I’ll enter your dreams, little siren,” he giggled. His morbid mind danced with terrifying shadows carved from horrible nightmares. “And make you wish you never allowed that dick to prick you. I’ll make you hate him so much. I’ll show you just how monstrous he is.”

His eyes gleamed with evil.

“I’ll make you so scared of him you’ll kill him with your own hands.”

He threw his head back and howled with laughter.

“And then you’ll be all mine, Eiri. Just like you were always supposed to be. You’ll flee from me, of course. But, no white light or hellish fire will be waiting for you. It’ll be just me in the end. You’ll be so alone and scared, you’ll have to come into my arms. And if you don’t, I’ll make you.”

He did a little crazy jig that nobody could see.

“And if there is a Hell, well, we’ll just dance through it together upon the bones of the retarded damned and we’ll fuck upon the lake of molten sin just to piss Yahoo off.”

He flipped off a Buddhist monk as he rushed by like a whirlwind of doom.

The poor man with his little wooden bowl looked in the direction the ill omen had zoom-zoomed. He rolled his eyes and scratched the back of his head with a long nail.

“Oh, Buddha,” he prayed, forming sacred symbols with his graceful fingers. “Please shower your mercy and compassion upon that foolish homo. Don’t let him turn out to be like that crazy monkey who stuck his magic staff in the wrong hole.”

~*~

Yuki stood in the shower, looking down at his large feet. They were pink, just like the rest of him because the water was boiling lobster. He kept counting his toes, making sure he still had five on each foot.

He had dreamt that he had lost one in a terrible shoe accident.

Why in the world had he been wearing white sneakers anyway? He never wore sneakers and now he was never going to.

They were monsters who liked to eat toes. White is jealous of red. Blood makes good paint, obviously.

He shivered. He had fought and struggled to get the right shoe off in his dream. And when he had finally pulled it off, his big toe was gone. It had been a bleeding mess.

Walking in and seeing that demon bastard standing before the mirror had really ruined his morning. He had to find some way to get him gone for good, but right now, he was really enjoying making his afterlife as miserable as he possibly could. It was fun. In fact, it was the most fun he had had in a really long time.

He bit his bottom lip in order to keep from laughing. He was afraid that if he started he wouldn’t be able to stop until he started crying again.

It was hard looking into the face of the first person he had ever loved, only to taste the hot ashes of betrayal upon his tongue once more. Just seeing him haunting the apartment was like knives cutting into his heart all over again. He had loved him and that bastard had betrayed his innocence, his trust.

He had blown his brains out and watched him die in his own filth like the animal that he was. Back in that time, it had warped him. Watching the secret love of his life dying in that way had warped him beyond repair and he knew it. There was no fixing him. Some people just can’t be fixed.

Life fucked him over and moved on without a goddamn. He had cried tears of blood.

Yuki Kitazawa had been so sweet, so warm, so kind, so comforting, and so very smart. His handsome face had blinded him to the vile serpent that crawled just below his perfect skin.

“I hate him,” he sneered, licking water from his trembling bottom lip. “I fucking hate him.”

He could still remember that terrible smile and it tore him apart. He would never be able to forget it.

No amount of pills or therapy sessions would ever be able to make him.

“He betrayed me…for a few lousy bucks.”

He slowly fell to his knees, curling up onto his side in a tight ball as the hot water fell like rain upon him.

“Yuki…”

~*~

Eiri’s whisper was as loud as thunder to the ghost that looked up and grinned. The poltergeist was watching the pink haired princess getting fucked by the dark headed prince. The two of them were going at it like fuzzy bunnies on cocaine.

He could almost taste the sex upon his tongue. Oh, how he missed feeling that wonderful tightening before the explosive release of momentary bliss.

Eiri’s call wasn’t really a summoning, so he didn’t have to run to answer it. But, if he called him again, he was going to have to leave this scene of debauchery. Oh, how he wished he could simply join in and get his blue rocks off.

An evil plan had already struck his evil brain earlier in an evil moment of evil intent.

Shuichi was already a little psychotic, and by little, he meant a whole damn lot. It wouldn’t take much to convince him to try and kill Eiri. He was angry and upset enough to do it.

The boy was harboring such terrible hatred and he was going to water that seed with malice and paranoia. He knew betrayal and this boy bathed in it.

He laughed and the two monkeys paid him no mind. He was just a shadow dancing in the early morning light.


To Be Continued…

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-Flora