Let it Will Be
Flora_Winters
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation. It is so wonderful. I'm also not making any money here either.
Summary: Shuichi is kicked out of Yuki's apartment yet again and Ryuichi is there for him with Kumagoro in tow. This is one hell of a crazy ass story and that's for damn sure. Language, MM, Violence
Chapter Twenty-Five
The skeletal tower stood in the distance. Tall and twisted, it rose up into the smoky air like a screaming corpse. Crimson light from the red moon caused the bone white monolith to look as if it were scorched with an array of fresh blood. Strange growls and shrill howling cut across the molten desert sand, causing the thin air to fill with ice crystals.
But, the silent angel felt none of it. His untainted feet never before touching earth and his glowing celestial flesh knew not pain or any form of discomfort.
Demons darted and flew from his steady, straight course. Blinding and terrifying, his beauty caused their swollen eyes to bubble within their sunken sockets. Many dug themselves into the burning sands in order to hide from such splendid, ethereal radiance as it passed amongst them.
"Raziel," a voice spoke from the gatherings of infinite darkness, deep and distorted. "What brings you so far down below your shimmering Sphere?"
Eyes sharper than a blade forged from enchanted silver pierced through the seas of woe, spreading their titanic waves in nine different directions. His voice was but a whisper. Colder than a world never visited by warmth. Colder than the spaces between Heaven and Earth.
"I miss you, Lucifer."
Lightning blacker than a maddened mother drowning her own child, struck the boiling hot sand beneath those hovering feet. Those eyes, daggers of destructive ice, never even blinked as the sand beneath his feet turned to onyx. That perfect face registered no emotion at all.
"Miss me?" The Angel of Darkness asked, still not revealing himself. "You risk everything you are because of that?"
The Angel of Mysteries smiled and his beauty lit all of Hell. Slowly and gracefully, he descended, standing upon the face of Hell.
A great silence was cast across the roaring inferno. A hush. A sudden calm.
Lucifer stalked from the twisting shadows between the light, standing naked and proud. His dark beauty, frightening and monstrous. Golden horned and fanged. Smooth, flawless flesh a shade even redder than the blood on Cain's trembling hands.
Black eyes blazed, looking down at those beautiful white feet. Feet that had never touched ground before. Feet that never even touched grass in paradise.
"Do you realize what you've just done?" Lucifer asked, eyes closed. Grief spreading across his handsome features.
Raziel beamed, stepping up to the taller angel. "Making a choice."
Glowing hands touched the Devil's broad, muscular chest. The Angel of Mysteries kissed Satan on the mouth, tasting every blasphemy upon his tongue.
Raziel's silken garments smelled of Heaven and Lucifer tore them from him in a fit of bestial snarls and hissing between gleaming white fangs. Magic danced within those silver orbs.
"I know all there is to ever know of Heaven," Raziel spoke in faraway whispers.
Lucifer quickly put a talon to his cupid bow lips, seeking to silence him. Raziel licked that golden talon with a petal pink tongue.
"I am the Angel of Mysteries, Lucifer," he spoke yet again. "And yet…I know nothing of Hell."
Lucifer took a small step away. "Don't…"
"Show me?" Raziel asked, shocking Satan into silence. "Teach me."
Those silver eyes flashed with power. There was a reason why Raziel was the most feared of all angels, feared even over Azrael, Angel of Death himself. For Raziel knew secrets even God had chosen to forget.
Raziel firmly gripped the Devil, cocking his angelic head to the side. "Show me the beauty to be found within absolute horror. Let me walk with you through Hell, for awhile."
Lucifer wouldn't refuse him. There was no way he could. Raziel was the first and only angel to even touch him after his terrible Falling Out. There was such hunger within his forever damned eyes. A hunger for the touch of ethereal flesh once more. A dream. A haunting.
"You come willingly?" Lucifer asked.
Raziel gave him a steady stroke. "Let me lie with you upon your bed of bones."
The broad gates swung inward with a scream and Lucifer led the angel by the hand into the Heart of Darkness.
"CUT!" A loud voice screamed, causing both actors to spin around. "That's a rap for today."
Shuichi yawned, popping out his silver contacts, just as one of the Devil's horns fell off. The poor guy looked as if he were about to die from blue balls or something.
"See you later," he said.
Satan nodded. "You bet." He didn't leave without giving Shuichi his cell phone and hotel room numbers.
He watched the Prince of Hell stagger off, holding himself. It was amazing how the guy was able to get a stiff and stay conscious at the same time. He was almost as big as…
"The Devil lives in machines! Why are you destroying the youth of Japan? Oh, fuck me up the ass and cry Liberty! Liberty I say! This is a din of sin! A din of sin, I say! You are making a mockery of the Bible! Homosexuals and their perversions."
Shuichi turned, looking across the set. There was a man at the door, holding up a bible and yelling at the top of his lungs.
"Shut the cunting fuck up already!" Another voice shouted. It was Rage. "Just who the hell do you think you are? This isn't America! This is Japan! Take your washed out deity and go fuck yourself with that stick he died on!"
"Yeah, bitch! We're here, we're queer, get used to it! Does that answer your goddamn question?"
"You're all going to burn in Hell for this!" The minister shouted.
Shuichi stalked up. "Shut your cunt features."
The minister looked as if he were about to explode, his face was so red. "What did you just say to me?"
"What?" Shuichi asked, folding his arms. "Are you deaf or is there too much cum in your ears? You're a big ol' cum bucket head ain't ya bitch?"
"I'll slap your nose off with my Bible!" The minister roared, trying to get past security.
"Oh," Shuichi taunted. "I'm real a'scared now."
"Don't fuck with the me!"
"Who would?" Shuichi asked.
"Jesus Christ!"
"You're a necrophiliac?" Shuichi asked in shock. "Eww, that's just gross."
"Shut up!"
"Come get'em while they're still warm!" Shuichi yelled through his folded hands. "Ain't nothing worse than cracking open a cold one!"
"Son of a bitch!"
"Don't you dare call my mama a bitch! She got meds for that now."
"Fuck you!"
"But, I'm still breathing."
"I'll remedy that."
"You are a necrophiliac!"
"Goddamn it!"
"Oh, he does everyday. Just the other day, he damned these socks and whoever puts them on, their feet fall off. It makes them look like they got the sugars."
"Are you disrespecting the Bible?"
"I wipe my ass with the bible!"
"For shame. You make God cry."
"Let him cry."
Reiji stepped into the picture and promptly knocked the minister out with one punch. His nose shattered and the man fell flat on his back, not moving.
"Well, let me tell you something about sin," Touma spoke, descending from the ceiling, all did out in seraphim clothing. The paparazzi swarmed the place. Cameras were flashing and film was rolling. "I am simply appalled by the establishment known as Red Lobster. Me, my husband and his sixteen concubines (dressed in full on I Dream of Jeanie Regalia) went to Masala's. I was in the mood for a quiet family dinner of eighteen, when I just so happened to look out the window from our table. At first I thought I was merely seeing things, but upon removing my sunglasses (Stolen from a bloody Lady Gaga), I realized what I was seeing was real. It was so hard to believe. There was a din of sin right before my face. I immediately had my husband send his concubines back to the manor in order to make picket signs (they tried going to Jusco to buy some, but apparently you have to make the damn things). I was horrified. Not only at having to construct a picket sign but an actual place for people to actually go in and purchase shrimp to eat. Of course I was distraught as well as disgusted. People eating shrimp? It is unclean. The Bible says so. It is in the book of Leviticus. Have you never noticed that giant "S" in Lobster? That clearly stands for Satan it does. Satan I say! These people are going to Hell and they just don't know it. Just look at all those poor lost souls with their to-go boxes filled to the rim with filth, spitting in the face of our Jesus Christ. I even saw this man, this preacher from the local temple coming out with a bib still around his neck. It had a shrimp tail on it! A shrimp tail. That ain't kosher. Oh, Lord. The Devil is leading your flock away from you with the promise of low prices and delicious tasting sin. Jesus! You need to get down off that cross and come back already. There is only so much a queer for you can take before he loses it."
Shuichi was blinded by all the flashing lights. He had to get away or he was going to go blind. Why in the world was Touma suddenly defending him? Touma just kept going on and on about what a terrible place Red Lobster was and why it should be dismantled and burned as an offering to his greatness. Of course, nobody dared to argue with him. He'd have them killed. So, he snuck off without anyone really paying him much attention. Plus, he didn't look like himself anyway. He looked like an angel, what with his long white hair and wicked makeup.
"Tomorrow we add music to the scene where Raziel is dancing with Lucifer across the Grand Hall of Thorns," the director said as Shuichi passed him by. "And we really need to do something about Satan's stiff. Is this actor always horny or something?"
"Well, boss," the second in command said, scratching his cheek. "You did want someone virile and nobody comes as hard as Sho Fuwa."
There was a reason why Shuichi had wanted Sho Fuwa to play the part of Lucifer. The guy was blond, handsome, and really tall. It was too bad he hadn't been able to get Tatsuha to play the part. That would have been a real slap across Yuki's stupid face. But, Tatsuha couldn't come within fifty feet of him without suddenly going into a blind, murderous rage, screaming about how he had stolen Ryuichi from him. Plus, that last explosion had been a close one. He had almost lost a leg in that one.
He wanted to get to the dressing room, so he could see if Ryuichi had called him. The two of them were supposed to have dinner later and a show across town.
"Oh," he suddenly said, looking to see that a little black pony was standing to his left. "Who left you here, little guy."
He went to pick it up, but suddenly sneezed, knocking himself backwards. There was a loud crash and he looked. A piano was in five dozen pieces before him. That would have killed him, or worse.
He looked up, seeing a figure all dressed in black. "Hey!" He shouted.
Something fell from the skywalk. It landed at his feet, just as the figure vanished.
Shuichi picked it up and his weave slowly began to unravel, hissing like Medusa serpents. "K!"
It was the American's ID badge.
OOOOO
"Goddamn it!" Touma shrieked, scratching his nails down one of his bodyguard's muscular arms, causing the poor thing to silently whimper in pain. "That pink haired shit has the luck of the Devil."
"I did what you instructed me to do," Tatsuha said, sharpening his scythe. "I left Death Pony right where you told me to. I even followed your crude drawings."
"They are not crude!" Touma snarled, snatching them away from the teen. "They are a form of drunken genius."
"Well, now what do we do?" the dark headed teen asked. "Do you think we need some other form of bait?"
Touma looked up, teary green eyes sparkling with madness. "Do you know of a place where I can procure us some strawberry pocky?"
Tatsuha nodded his head warily. "Yes…"
"Perfect!" The blond said. "Let us be off."
OOOOO
"What do you mean my pussy is being put on hold?" Yoshiki asked, smacking hir hands down on the marble countertop. "Why do you people have to make it so hard for a girl to get a clit around here? You're going to make me late for my first bleeding ceremony."
"We do apologize," the receptionist at the counter said. "But the doctor was called away for a very important board meeting."
"Board meeting?" Yoshiki asked, left eye twitching. "A board meeting? You have put my pussy on hold for a fucking board meeting?"
The receptionist was all flabbergasted and other patients in the waiting room were beginning to get very nervous.
"Let me tell you something, Charlotte," Yoshiki said, snatching the bitch by her frilly collar, looming nose to nose. "I didn't fly a million miles to be told my pussy is gonna have to wait. You are going to call that doctor back and he is going to give me the pussy of a nine year old. You understand me, cunt? Because, if you're having trouble translating what I'm telling you, then you're going to have a serious problem on your hands."
"I totally understand," Charlotte the receptionist stuttered. "Like, for sure."
"Good," Yoshiki smiled, fangs drooling with venom. "Now, get the good doctor on the phone for me and I won't rip your spine out through your nose hole."
Charlotte the receptionist did just that.
TBC…