No such thing as Good and Evil

Disclaimer: Don\'t own Gravitation characters.

Prologue

Yuki’s POV
Silence. That’s all there was in the next to lifeless apartment. Long moments passed. Still there was no sound to break through the ominous serenity. A moment longer passed. Then it was there again—the noise which hadn’t disturbed the silence in over two hours. It was disturbing. It was frightening.

I sat there in my office just listening to that sound. I would have grown accustomed to it by now if it just wasn’t so creepy. It was like nails scraping against rock. Sometimes it was quiet and other times the noise was so loud I thought my head would split open. I couldn’t understand it though. Every day when he left for work I would go to the room and look for anything he could use to make the sound. Every day I found absolutely nothing. No sharp objects. No scratch marks and no traces of anything left behind from being scratched. I just couldn’t understand it…
It had been going on for almost a month now. Some days Shuichi would come home and act like his stupid self. Other days he would come home silently without even a “Hi, Yuki” and lock himself in the bedroom for hours. When I finally asked him what the fuck was going on he said that he didn’t know what I was talking about. Shuichi couldn’t tell a lie to save his soul, so in the end I had to believe that he was telling the truth.

Here we were again though. In the same position we had been for so many days. Part of me wanted to just go in and see what he was doing. The other part was afraid of what I might see. Afraid? That was something I hadn’t been in a long time. A while ago I would have hid and denied if ever asked about it. But after what I had gone through and seen over the last few days I could deny it all I want but in the end it was still true and obvious on my face.

I glanced at the screen on my computer. It was blank. All day at work and I hadn’t typed a single thing. I couldn’t. It was either I was too tired from sleepless nights or just too worried about the baka. My greatest concern was as not what was wrong but what was causing it.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood from my chair and walked out of my office. I proceeded down the hall and stopped abruptly in front of the closed bedroom door. It was probably locked. I couldn’t stand that noise anymore though. I reached out and grasped the cold metal doorknob. It was unlocked? I slowly turned the knob, pushed the door open, and stepped inside.

I froze at the sight before me. Shuichi was kneeling in a far corner of the room completely shrouded in shadows. It took my eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness as I stepped toward him. I stopped only a few feet behind him when I realized what the noise was. “What are you doing?” I asked, my voice just higher than a whisper.
It stopped. He stood from where he was kneeling and turned to face me. I couldn’t help but take a step back at what I saw next. Shuichi took a single step towards me and left the left side of his face in shadows. What piece of his face the light did touch showed an emotionless expression. A visage almost without a soul. His eyes were completely empty. They shone no life and reflected nothing in their ocean depths. Had this innocent boy finally become a lifeless doll?

Was I the cause of this? Had my verbal abuse torn him? Did my lack of attention break him? No. It wasn’t true. Shuichi knows, regardless of how I act, that I love him with all my heart and soul. If he thought otherwise he would talk to me, wouldn’t he? Of course he would. Stop belittling him, you bastard!

Empty.

It was a faint whisper in my ear as I jerked my head around to see where it came from. Nothing. No one. The only people in the room were me and Shuichi. Great, I’m already mentally unstable and now I’m hearing voices.

Not lifeless.

It came from where Shuichi was. I slowly turned back around in hopes that maybe my lover had become a ventriloquist and was just toying with me.

I was wrong…

It wasn’t Shuichi it was a woman. The left side of his face that was enveloped in shadows cast a translucent image of half her visage. She’s gorgeous. She had silver hair with three black stripes going black on it and one long black strand that hung behind her ear. She had red eyes and black skin. The most fascinating gleaming eyes you ever saw. When I say that she had black skin I don’t mean that she’s African American. No. this woman’s skin was as black as shadows with light grays that shadowed her cheek bones and jaw line. She also had four scars running across her face. Three started about half an inch away from her nose and lips and streaked down to her jaw where they ended. The last one ran horizontally under her eye, made two spikes, and ended at the end of her eye. Each one was carefully colored a light blue so that they looked more like tattoos than scars.

Shuichi took another step forward, escaping the darkness. The woman was gone but Shuichi’s expression remained unchanged. Then I noticed it. His right hand was dripping blood. It was slowly running down his fingers and trickled to the floor where it soaked and stained the floor.

“Shuichi?” my voice was breaking

He stepped again and fell forward.

I quickly move and caught him before he had a chance to hit the floor. His face was buried in my chest as his limp body eased into my arms. I carefully knelt down and turned him over so I could see his face. His eyes were closed and his breathing was calm as of nothing had happened. I took a hold of his hand and studied it. The blood was coming form cuts on his fingers. Three had shattered nails and two didn’t have nails anymore. “What is going on?”
After taking time to clean and bandage Shuichi’s hand I stared at the corner where my lover had been kneeling. It seemed all the darker now that he wasn’t in it. I slowly fell to my knees and examined the wall and the floor. Blood stained the wallpaper and ran down the wall to seep into the floorboards. Something else was on the floor…it was a nail and several pieces of one. I covered my mouth with my hand to hold in a gasp. I had to force myself not to cry and look at the wall again. Three words burned into the wall, colored in the crimson liquid that had come from my lover’s fingers: Find Goddess Tsukatsu.

I felt like screaming. This almost seemed like Shuichi was playing some sick joke on the great Eiri Yuki. I knew better though. This was real not just a prank. But how? How did my koi know that name? Tsukatsu can’t be…she’s… No! It’s not true. Stop deluding yourself and worry about what’s important. I shook my head out of those thoughts and regained my composure before I really broke down.

I turned my attention to the wall again. With one lazy finger I traced every scratch, carefully memorizing its length and depth. As I was tracing the final t, I hit something that halted my finger. Cautiously I pulled the object from the wall and looked at it. It was another nail. I dropped it, stood, and backed away quickly. In the shadows and covered in blood it looked ancient and rotted.

I turned to look at Shuichi, who I had placed on the bed to rest. It was the same angelic face that had graced and terrorized my life for over two years. What could cause him to do this? What drove him to bleed? What motive did he have? Was it even a reason? All these questions raced through my mind. I couldn’t help shudder, though, at the one that bothered me most. How did he know who Tsukatsu was?

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