Ghost Monk

          
With the expression on Eiri’s face, Kitazawa knew that he was pushing the young man close to his limit of being able to handle the situation. But he had a perverse desire to see how far he could go. So he gave Eiri that lopsided smile, the one that had always managed to get his ex-student to melt, and stroked his hand down the strawberry-colored hair. “You must admit, after all those years of womanizing and vehemently declaring yourself straight, you going and falling for another male seems a bit … odd, no? Out of all of those lovers, only two true loves… both male. And both right here.”




          
Leaning his head down, he rested his cheek on the crown of Shuichi’s head, while the teen began to shiver even more, though he couldn’t say why. The ghost continued, "He's such a cute boy... you’ve chosen well. He reminds me of you…. when you were young, innocent and cute, less of a bastard..."




          
What I wouldn’t give to have that great-uncle’s sword right about now. Instead of melting, the taunting only fueled Eiri’s fury, causing something like a growl deep in his throat. His eye twitched once, just before they turned the cold, golden color that had many termed him a murderous animal. Nothing more than a killer.




          
Shuichi's own eyes widened as he glanced side to side, then eeped when he realized there was nobody else that he could be talking to. Hiro was still by his bike, and the novelist was definitely not looking in his direction. That meant ...... Ohmygod, Yuki’s after me!! But, but … Yuki couldn’t be THAT mad that I came to see him for his birthday, could he? Sure, he’d chased the novelist down, but still…




          
"Um.. Yuki.. you know... it really isn't so bad.... we can... Um...” Shuichi backed up a step, holding his hands out in front of him, crying, “WAAAH YUUUKKIIII DON'T KILL ME!"




          
For Tatsuha’s part, he was still leaning against the fence, all the while amused at the interaction between all of them. Though he couldn’t see Kitazawa, he could feel something around Shuichi, which probably meant that Eiri was right and he’d get whatever it was that his older brother had ‘inherited’. Well, having grown up around it, he’d probably not take it quite so badly.




          
Seeing that all was normal for the lovers, Hiro stubbed the cigarette out on the ground in front of him, inspiring the ire of the sword-wielding ancestor of Eiri’s, though he couldn’t see it. Waving to them both, he called out, “Ja!” and took off towards Tokyo, knowing Shuichi’s ‘precious Yuki’ would drive him home. Because of that, he missed the best part of the show.




          
"Get away from him you poisonous, lecherous pedophiliac r---rrrrrrr!" Eiri growled, before grinding to a halt as he stared at the spectral ghost that was still roaming his hands over Shuichi's body. He had his own hands clenched loosely at his sides, ready to do some major damage if provoked an iota more. Never mind that he couldn’t really physically harm a ghost. This was Yuki Eiri, he could probably find a way, he always did. "And keep your fucking hands to yourself!!"




          
Tatsuha’s eyebrows rose, and he finally stepped forward to stand next to his brother, glancing at Shuichi again, trying to get a feel for what was going on. “Yo, Aniki … is he doing what I …..”




          
Shuichi, meanwhile, had paused in his wailing to stare at Eiri in confusion, unable to comprehend what the hell was up with his lover this time. Pedophile? Lecherous? Hands... where... what the hell was going on!?




          
“Now really Eiri…. That’s not what you called me when you …..” Kitazawa began, though he was cut off when Shuichi reached forward to touch Eiri’s forehead, asking, "Um... Yuki..... are you ... feeling okay?"




          
“I’m fucking perfect.” Eiri growled, using Shuichi reaching for him to his advantage. Snagging the wrist, he all but dragged his vocalist to the other side of the gates, effectively cutting him off from anymore unwanted Kitazawa contact. Spending just enough time to toss an angry side-long glance his way, he growled to his lover, "Stay on THIS side of the line, you got that, damned brat?"




          
“Y…y-yes. I g-got it Y-Yuki..” Shuichi stammered, bowing his head meekly as he wiped the last of the drying tears off of his cheeks, glancing over at Tatsuha, silently asking what was going on.




          
The younger Uesugi shrugged, then clapped a hand on Shuichi’s shoulder, before smiling warmly at him. “C’mon. Let’s go watch a Nittle Grasper Video.”




          
“Um… but … Yuki …” Shuichi started asking, glancing up at his lover who had gone back to yelling at an empty spot in front of the gates. “Tatsuha, why is he yelling at nobody?”




          
“He’s got um, a lot of pent up hostility at the moment. Best just to leave him be and get it over with.” Tatsuha warned, managing to convince Shuichi to follow him into the house, away from Eiri who could hurt someone with the level of anger he was quickly reaching. “Yeah. It’s better for right now.”




          
Before they got out of earshot, Eiri paused in his tirade at Kitazawa to cast a glare towards his brother’s back. “And you keep your hands to yourself too, Tatsuha! No more fucking around and trying to pretend that he’s Sakuma!”




          
“Haiiiii, Aniki. Whatever you say!” Tatsuha called cheerily, making Eiri worry even more for Shuichi’s safety. As Eiri’s eye began to tick once more, Kitazawa laughed, leaning on the gate, and murmured to his ex-student as a parting shot, “If wishes were horses, beggars would ride…”




          
Glaring once more at Kitazawa, Eiri turned to make sure Tatsuha behaved and kept his hands to himself. He tossed a last parting shot of his own back at the specter just before he went inside, “If wishes were swords, ghosts would die…”




          
“Ah… but you see, love… you only get to kill a person once…” Kitazawa murmured, before watching the swordsman uncle returning. “Hmm. Methinks it’s time for a new plan.”





TBC