Luck and Bad Omen in One

He moved with no sound, even the rustle of the blanket seemed to have quieted itself as Yukina walked towards the light snoring. His feet feeling the cold, tiled floor, he moved like he wasn't there. The light mess on the table and the two empty cups on it was a sign of a man cramming some work. The trace of the red marker on the sleeping man's right hand were very visible. Correcting or adding something to the papers underneath him.

Yukina circled the table, not removing his gaze from Kisa's sleeping form.

"Such a deceiving appearance..." Yukina hissed, slowly making his way to Kisa.

He stood on the side of Kisa and looked at the frail man before him. His brows furrowed deeply, a glint of utter rage, visible in his perfect eyes. Yukina smiled, a smile with no humor and lightly touched Kisa's forehead with his thumb. His perfect lips uttered something, too soft to be heard, and like he did nothing, Yukina moved away towards the sink and washed his hands.

When Kisa raised his head, he thought he was in somebody else's house as he stared still scattered brained at the face of the stranger sitting across him.

"Ah...wait...where..." Kisa turned his head sideways, inspecting the familiar place. With a trace of drool on his chin, Kisa gaped at Yukina.

"You're still here?! You...you're real?"

Sighing, with a smug face, Yukina scratched the place just under his ears, due to irritation. "Come on, are we not going to eat?"

"Eat?...wait...what time is it?!"

Kisa scrambled to his feet and went to the living room where a huge wall clock was hanging. Eyes wides, chest constricting Kisa stared at it hard as if doing so would put the time back to 7 am. "Oh my god, I overslept...and the team even has an early meeting! Ah shit...I am in trouble!"

All Kisa did was ran around his flat, put on his jacket without combing his hair. Stuff the papers on the kitchen table in his already bloated bag of dump and jumped to his door way. He opened the door and slammed it shut. He was already halfway to the elevator when he ran back to his room. Opening the door, Yukina was standing there like he knew Kisa would come back.

"You eat whatever there is, we have to talk tonight! Don't go anywhere!" With that, Kisa ran once again, running against time, perfectly aware of the scolding he would get from the editor-in-chief of the Emerald team.

"Who could go anywhere with this rag around me?" Yukina muttered smirking before closing the door.

"Ah...I hate living like this, the train will surely be crowded as usual...I feel so tired..." Kisa whined before entering the train station. To his surprise, there were only a few people in the station that day. This was very rare, since whatever time it was, rush hour or not, the trains were always so full of people.

Kisa's train ride was easy as pie. He was bothered by this but thought nothing much of it.

"Argh...I haven't finished the report, my follow-up with my other author..." Running, walking at the same time, Kisa organized his thoughts one by one. When he finally reached Marukawa Shoten, panting like a tired horse, Kisa found himself inside the elevator with the sales wild horse, Yokozawa Takafumi and none other than his chief-editor.

"Ah-just my luck..." Kisa thought to himself, wanting to just disappeare right then and there. The two tall men were so good at what they were doing that they seemed to be so impossible. He felt all his confidence leaving him.

"G-good morning..." the short guy greeted in a small voice, looking at his feet, expecting Takano to yell at him.

"Oi-Kisa..."

"Shit-here it comes..." Kisa braced himself, breathing deeply.

"I am sorry for being la~"

"Kisa, there will be an anime adaptation of two of your author's mangas. Make the proper arrangements for now. The team meeting is moved tomorrow."

As if Kisa was hearing not correctly, he innocently looked at the two men, awaiting for further confirmation.

"Oi, Kisa...what are you still day dreaming here? It's already the fourth floor. Now move!" Takano ordered, tapping Kisa on the shoulders.

This was ridiculous. He couldn't have this much luck in a day. Sure Kisa was happy that the rain of luck to him was one after another...but it was a little unnerving for someone who rarely gets to experience things go in his way.

Sitting on his chair, he opened his laptop and reviewed the sales report of the mangas he was incharge of. Slowly, a smile formed on Kisa's lips. This was insane, but the sales, the anime adaptation, everything, was just too good to be true and he felt unbelievably happy. What did he do to get all this luck? What happened?

"The painting...that smug guy..." Kisa thought, biting down on his pen. "I bought the painting just yesterday, but I was able to avoid Rio, the meeting moved tomorrow, the mangas...could it be that he, that Yukina something brought all these luck to me?"

He exhaled as he watched the other editors do their routine. "Ah-I am too old to think that way...no way."

Throwing his glance back to the sales records, Kisa smiled once more. He just made up his mind and he'd go buy Yukina some clothes after work. What harm would it be if he thought that Yukina brings him luck?

A pair of disgusted eyes ran through the small room. His dark-golden hair moved as he made his way through out the room, feeling, inspecting and imagining, how Kisa lived his present life.

"You'll experience utter happiness...like everything was going in your way. And just as it was given to you, they'll all disappear before your eyes. And you'll experience how you let me experience heaven only for you to throw me in hell..." Yukina stopped in front of the graduation picture of Kisa in high school. "You'll never get away from me unscathed..."

After work. Kisa rushed to the nearest mall and looked for clothes his lucky charm (Yukina Kou) would be able to use. He thought everything was like a fairy tale or something, and he couldn't still trust the guy from the painting, but he thought, since he bought the painting, he should be taking care of it. Satisfied at his crooked justification, Kisa went to the men's section of the mall.

The man felt a little embarrassed as some sales person tried to help him and brought him coats and shirts and pants his size. He didn't fail to notice the slight raise of the other man's eyebrow when Kisa mentioned its for a much taller and bigger man. His flushed face might have shown something that would definitely earn a handful of gossip for these employees to kill time.

After roaming around endlessly for two hours, Kisa happily left the mall with two paper bags of clothes and some toiletries for his guest. It was the first time he felt so utterly happy buying something for someone else. He was even a bit excited to see the change in the mighty, smug face when he sees what he bought.

"Hello? Grandma? How are you? I received your mail today...thank you very much!"

"Really? That's great then...so I guess your new project was given the go?"

"HAHAHA! Yes grandma! I am so excited to read your written version of that unheard legend..."

"I'm glad to help..."

"Oh~ Grandma, I have to go now, talk to you soon! Love you!"

Dead tone.

With eyes shining, Sawara-sensei hurriedly plopped on her sofa and carefully pulled the pieces of paper where her grandmother have written the details of the legend to her memory's extent.

One hand holding a pen, her glasses on the bridge of her nose, she started reading the first few pages.

"Oh my god..." Sawara bit down the pen she was holding and put the papers on the center table to get some hot tea. "How can this thing not be included in our history...?" she muttered as she made her way back to her urecognizable sofa bed.

When she sat rather carelessly, the other pages of what she was reading fell on the floor.

"Ah~~~what a mess..." she picked them up one by one. "Hmmm?" She squinted her eyes at the line that caught her eyes. And without knowing, she was already reading that part of that unheard legend.

The Yukina prince painted something to give to the closest person in his heart. He poured all his talent and passion in it that he even thought it was his greatest masterpiece. On the painting created on an expensive fabric, with the most popular paint of that generation, the prince put his image and his beloved's image on it. Lovingly, he was holding that person's hand, tenderly gazing at this person's face. (Dear, I don't know how to tell you this since this may be awkward, but the prince's beloved was a man. This actually played a great role on how they got separated, but we'll get to that...-granny)

Both knew that if one of their families finds out, both of them would be tortured gravely. The kind of relationship they had was a taboo during that era. Everyone was so close minded. But the Yukina prince didn't mind it at all. He was content with the way their relationship was going. And then, the day the Tokugawa Heir betrayed the prince arrived...

"Eh? Where's the continuation?!" Sawara-sensei screamed. "Ah goodness...they're not in order anymore...!" Picking something randomly, she saw a part where she got interested so much. She knew she should read the whole thing in order, but what could she do now? She messed the order already when they fell on the floor.

The Yukina Prince's eyes were blurry and he already felt that his breath was leaving him. It was so painful. But the thing that pained him the most was the cruel smile of his beloved after plunging a dagger directly into his heart.

"Shouta...wh~why..."

"I didn't know you are that stupid to actually think that someone like me...from the most powerful clan, would want to have to do anything with you...that's just so funny." the voice the Yukina prince so loved muttered, he couldn't believe his ears.

"I loved you so much..." the Yukina prince cried, pulling the dagger off his bleeding chest.

The Heir walked away, yawning like he was dead bored. "My job here is done." When he reached the sliding door, the innocent face of the Heir turned back to look at the prince dying. "Don't blame me for what happened to you. Blame your stupidity, Kou..."

Gasping for the last of his breath, the prince crawled towards his drawer, and pulled the rolled canvas he just finished the other night. Blood staining the other side of the painting, he stabbed Shouta's smiling face on the painting, and with the last of his strenght, torn the canvas into two.

"I'll make you pay...for what you did to me...Shouta...I am never going to forgive you..." The prince whispered, rage welling in him that even though he was about to die, the smiling face of Shouta was still the one flashing before his eyes. "I am going to take your life with my own hands..."

And the prince died crying in hatred, burrying his love in the depths of his anger.

"Why...my god...why?!" Sawara-sensei exclaimed, sniffing and wiping her eyes. She adjusted her eyeglasses and continued to read.

"It is believed that the spirit of the prince hid itself in the torn painting, waiting for its opportunity to take his revenge. But my dear, here's the sensitive part I want you to keep as much as possible. Tokugawa Shouta's offsprings, especially those with striking resemblance from the Tokugawa heir started to die one by one. 100 years passed after that , but the event continued to happen because it is believed that Tokugawa Shouta's spirit lives inside those people from their bloodline carrying his appearance. He couldn't rest in peace since he was cursed by the prince before dying, and so his spirit just wanders in this world. And each time he's being born, the torn painting appears. Due to the number of deaths, the clan thought that it may stop once they change their clan name.

Thousand years after, from Tokugawa, they changed it into Kisada, that through generations changed into Kisa. To a girl who grew up in this modern life such as yourself, this may sound crazy, but the Legend is still continuing up until now. All the descendants of Tokugawa Shouta that looked exactly like him died in the most brutal ways. But they die without knowing why, because altough Tokugawa Shouta is inside those persons, his memory was already erased, how he lived, his sins, he is not aware of it all. So my dear, this may be just a coincidence, if you happen to meet someone in the Kisa-line, watch over them. Because, a tragedy awaits that unfortunate person."

Sawara-sensei pulled her glasses off her face and looked troubled. "I know this is just a legend, but what shoud I tell Kisa-san?" She gathered the paper mess on her center table and tried to sort them out. "Ah..granny why didn't you put numbers on these? I got to know why Tokugawa Shouta betrayed the prince...I must know. Because if the spirit of that guy is really Kisa-san, my editor, there's no way Kisa-san would hurt someone, let alone kill without a strong reason..."

It was already nine in the evening when Kisa arrived in his flat. When he opened the door, he was greeted by Yukina's smiling face.

"Oh~so this one can smile like that..." Kisa thought to himself taking off his shoes.

"You're late."

"Huh? Late?" Kisa was dumbfounded since it was still early compared to the usual time he comes home. "Ah no...oh by the way...here...I bought you some clothes, I hope they'll fit you. Why don't you try them out?"

Without so much as a thank you, the tall guy stood, letting the thing he called as "rags" fall on the floor. Kisa had to turn his head immediately from the sight. While waiting, Kisa started preparing some food. He was smiling to himself. Preparing food for two was kind of fun for him. He never cooked for his flings before.

A total expressionless man appeared on the door of the kitchen, raising both his hands like saying "what?" when Kisa stared at him hard.

"It suits you well! I knew it...blue, fits you perfectly..." Kisa commented.

Yukina rested his back against the door and crossed his arms. "Why are you so friendly to me now? Just earlier you can't believe I am real."

"Ah-I just thought, you're still a part of the painting I bought, so I at least have to take care of you..." he answered, his hands shaking a little.

"'Take care'...huh?" Yukina smirked then walked towards Kisa, and swiftly removed from Kisa's hand the knife he was using for cutting the onions.

"What are you doing?" Kisa asked with not a hint of worry on his face.

A smile was only Yukina's reply.

ハッピー新年 ！ようこそ 2013!

読者ありがとうございました ！私はあなたのすべてのベストを希望この 2013年!

Yey! finally updated! this is going to be my final update for the year 2012! Oh my! bye bye 2012! hello 2013! and to my beloved readers who are giving this a try...i am so happy. i hope others would find this interesting too! and also..this is actually darker than how i started it.^^

-AND ALSO...Tokugawa name was never changed...LoL...i just made it up^^...

is the legend still blurry? you'll find out soon why Shouta killed Yukina...and why Shouta couldn't rest in peace and is continuiosly being born.^^ happy new year!

-shuusetsu