Disclaimer: Yami no Matsuei is owned by Matsushita Yoko.
Notes: In this fic, I shall bravely (^^) attempt to piece together Muraki's past with reference to the many hints Matsushita-sensei revealed in the Kyoto chapter. I feel Muraki is one of the most misunderstood and 'deep' characters in the book and shall incline to do my best in my part of explaining his past. (I'm sure many has done this before!).
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The Curse of Life
A ring of white, blinding spotlights flood the room. Several figures dressed down in light greenish-white surgical outfits are bent over a small sheet-covered metal table in the middle of the ring of spotlights. Two more figures are controlling the computers at one end of the room.
Finally, one of the green-clad figures removes his white, surgical mask to reveal a wrinkled, but oddly smiling mouth.
"It is done. The final-stage, manipulated DNA has been implanted, and it shall be the last. We will see our results soon."
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9 months later.
A shrieking wail rose above the din of the nurses' quarters. New employees filled the room with softly murmured praises; the long-time, experienced ones held their heads together in hushed whispers. For they anticipated but did not know; what would happen to this young master? 'It' arrived as a bundle of blessings, yes, and as a light of hope and expectation… but….
Inside the brightly lit room, a man in his surgical outfit cuddled a tiny bundle of white in his arms. The bundle moved as its occupant kicked and whimpered softly, exhausted.
From across the room, a small voice called out clearly, "Daddy, let me see it. I want to play with it."
The man smiled and responded, "Alright, my dear." He covered the distance easily to the hospital bed where the white sheets moved and was thrown over. A young wide-eyed woman pulled herself up with the help of a nurse and held out her frail, pale arms. The man put the baby gently into her arms, and they withdrew as she cradled the baby, putting the soft head against her pale cheek.
Long, wavy silver hair draped around her shoulders and fell in waves, molding together with the white sheets as she giggled. "Daddy, its so pretty! Is it…. Oh! It's a boy!" She held the baby up like a little doll, as the baby, in discomfort, began wailing again.
Suddenly, she brought the baby down and leaned over it, her silver hair like curtains, shielding both her and the baby away from the view of the pair of green eyes that watched her every movement.
"You have silver eyes, like me. I wonder… if you would want to come into this world if you knew…." A single tear fell onto the baby's forehead, ceasing his cry before the curtain of silver hair lifted. The young woman smiled happily like a little girl again, her voice high and child-like, holding no trace to the seriousness just a moment before. "You're the best in my collection!"
The man peeled away his mask as his green eyes watched them. "Welcome into our world, my long awaited grandson, Kazutaka Muraki."
~TBC~
A/N: I used the "given name, family name" format to create an impression of statement.