Ch. 1

Yuki entered his house that morning after a long drunken night, not a regular there really, but has had so much stress- mainlythe pressures of being so famous, not to mention his fiancee, Rose.

"shit." Yuki mumbled as he stumbled in, noticing the enraged look on rose's face.

"shit? That's it?" Rose paused for a second, "how the he.." she was cut off in mid-sentence as Yuki fell to the floor, his face hitting the coffee table on the way down. Rose turned abruptly, walked away, and gave a small cry of what seemed to be... extreme depression mixed with hysteria. Yuki had never before been so inconsiderate, not to mention- drunk.

"I'm going out" Rose said, stepping over Yuki's sprawled body. She then stamped out of the door,slamming it behind her.

Nothing like this had ever happened before- she wasn't too sure HOW to react. Some things are best left obscure she thought, an odd way to face life, but the one main thing that attracted her to Yuki in the first place. Meanwhile, as a few hours passed, Yuki awaoke from his drunken-coma.

"A...ow!..what the hell happened to my nose..?" Yuki gave a sigh, then stood up.

"So, that's what it feels like to be drunk." He smirked as he put a cigarette to his mouth and lit it.

"interesting" he blurted as a sinister trail of smoke began to float into the air.

"At least I couldn't hear any nagging." the trail turned into a huge cloud as he exhaled.

Yuki had always hated Rose, and often pondered why they were engaged in the first place. Just this fact was not enough to justify himself. Perhaps, he thought, he had never really loved her at all...Then it hit him. Like seeing some old person running butt-naked down the street, it hit him. He remembered now, how he saw when he was young. How much he loved to stare at the other cute boys...Yuki's eyes twitched as he looked into the mirror.

"NO!" Yuki screamed, slamming his fist into the mirror. His eyes watered for a moment, but the glass embedded in his hand played no part in it at all.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" Yuki said in his usual, apathetic way. This part of him had always disturbed him, especially in his youth...

flashback

"c'mon Yuki, admit it to us...you're gay!" Yuki, sitting in his usual classroom corner, answered:

"I'm not gay. I'm engaged to Rose."

"engaged?" The boys laughed at him. "what? at 14? ...what a fag!" This incited a few snickers from the rest of the class, enraging Yuki even more. However; the secret was, he loved other guys, and deep down inside he knew this.

"Just leave me alone." Yuki begged, practically on the verge of snapping. He wondered why the teacher wasn't back from her bathroom trip.

"We all saw you staring at that guy's ass." The evil boy remarked. This recieved no response from Yuki, as it deserved none.

"Well, if you're not gay, then we can take that ear ring out, can't we?" The boy reached for Yuki's left ear, but was stopped as Yuki grabbed the boy's arm.

"Don't...TOUCH ME!" Yuki screamed. Then he screamed again. This was too much- suddenly, the sound of a broken bone echoed through the room. The class looked to find the boy screaming in pain as his now damaged wristbone dangled in limbo between being fully amputated, and severely broken.

"WHAT THE F..." The boy was finally silenced as Yuki jabbed a pencil into his eye, killing him instantly.

"CHILL OUT! WE'RE so.." one of the other boys was silenced. This time, it was the handiwork of a scalpel. CUT, by AgoNiZiNg cut, the class watched in horror as Yuki mutilated the boy.

"Awww...You're no fun!.." Yuki strained loudly as he said this, causing a few people to scream in terror. Suddenly, as a costly result of his adrenaline rush, he passes out, ending his violent killing spree.

Yuki woke to the sound of men talking, sounding quite stressed. He also found himself in what seemed to be a steel plated room.

"looks like some kind of prison" he thought, not realizing where he actually was. He sat down in One of the two chairs placed in the room. The men outside continued yelling.

"He's a monster!"

"He's my son."

"Clearly you've become dillusional! terminate project y88!"

"Need I remind you of your position, commander? project y88 will continue as planned."

"...y88..?" Yuki thought to himself. "But...why?" he started to sweat. "Am I just some kind of experiment?" the very thought frightened him; He yelled and punched the wall, causing it to dent in. After hearing this, a man in a black suit walked in, gave a sigh, sat down, then spoke:

"I'm sorry...you had to find out the hard way" He took a sip of coffee "...son."

BACK TO REALITY

"No...I was created to be a killer...killing is my only instinct. maybe a walk will sort this out" His teeth clenched as he walked out of the open door, and off of the porch. By this time it was dark, but who really cares when they need it so much. After a while, he looked down, and picked up a piece of paper.

"song lyrics?" He smirked, read some, then frowned.

"Far from perfect." Yuki thought to himself. He looked up, noticing a boy standing on the bridge ahead of him. The boy had long pink hair, a fitted black button-up shirt along with slacks that seemed too tight for him.

"Is this yours?" Yuki inquired.

"..oh!...um, yes. thanks! my name's Shuichi by the way." Yuki paused for a moment, then responded:

"I'm Yuki."