Ah! Hello my faithful readers ^^. Sorry it took me so long to begin writing again…but yeah school keeps getting in my way and stuff like that. No worries though! Here is the third chapter to my brainstorming story. Many many things yet to come so let us begin ne??

Dedicated to my friend Yaro. Lubbies ya Yaro!!!

Contains: Blood, violence, possible lemon, yaoi hints, cursing, and maybe some Wicca stuff later on…thinking that stuff up right now.

**blah blah**= thoughts

"blah blah"= talking

/blah blah\= writing

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Hiro walked up the stairs to his apartment, his feet dragging as he tiredly pushed onward. One of the only thoughts in his mind was a nice warm shower, a cup of steaming hot tea, and his overly comfortable bed. It had been a long practice, especially since Shuichi hadn't stopped chattering endlessly about what had happened nearly a week ago. It was a little unnerving, however, to think of someone writing something of such on a mirror. The other thing that was bothering him was who would have written it? Surely not Yuki…

Hiro's mind raced with millions of possibilities, almost all of them ending in a blank conclusion. As he unlocked his apartment door he finally came to the conclusion it was a jealous Nittle Grasper groupie. Who else would have done it? No one close to Shu-chan right? As he opened his door his kitten ran to greet him, purring insanely at the sight of her master. A light chuckle escaped his lips as he picked the kitten up and gave it a pet behind its ears.

"I suppose you want to be fed now huh Iyumia?"

As if to answer the kitten purred even louder brushing her nose into his hand. With that he walked into the small apartment and put the kitten down then turned to close the door behind him. He walked into the kitchen and bent over to pour the kitten some food in the bowl. At the sound of the clinking the kitten ran to the bowl and literally dove into the food, chowing down almost immediately. With another chuckle he stood and walked to his tiny bedroom and flopped down on the bed putting an arm over his face, not hearing the door open and shut.

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An insane laugh filled the apartment as the man was thrown over the balcony. His skull making a sickening crack as it hit the asphalt. Blood splattered in all different directions, covering cars that stay parked close to where he hit. The attacker looked over the balcony with a pleased grin at his handy work. Blood trickled from his nose where he had been punched in a futile attempt of escape. But as one could see, it was none-the-less…futile.

RING RING RING

Shuichi practically jumped off the couch as the phone rang in his ear. Taking deep heavy breaths he reached over and grabbed the phone and placed it close to his ear.

"Hai Hai Moshii Moshii?" he stated as calmly as he possibly could

On the other side of the phone someone was breathing heavily. There was a sound in the background but Shuichi couldn't quite make out what it was.

"Um…hello?" he stated once again hoping that the person would stop breathing in his ear. Hiro did that to him a lot when he wanted to make Shuichi stop talking so he could get a word in edgewise. (A/N: erm…dunno if that's true but hey! W/e floats the boat ne?) Without another sound the person on the other line hung up and the dial tone picked up in Shuichi's ear after a few moments of silence.

"…That was…interesting?" with a confused and annoyed look on his face Shuichi hung the phone up only to have it ring as soon as he pulled his hand away

"Gah!!!!" he quickly picked the phone up and placed it next to his ear "Who are you and what do you want?!?!?!"

"…ahem, if you keep answering the phone like that brat I'll ban you from the phone as well…" Yuki's calm, yet annoyed voice stated

"Yu…Yuki! Ahahahahaha! Sorry just someone called and…erm…never mind…"

He wouldn't tell Yuki about it, bad enough his lover was worried about him over the mirror incident he didn't need him worrying ten times as much about strange phone calls.

"I called to tell you that I'll be home late and that…"

"And that? Yuki?"

Realization hit him that the house was now dead silent, and also dark. The power had gone out? Shuichi set the phone down and carefully made his way to the kitchen only bumping his knee a few times on the way there. He carefully searched the drawers and cabinets for a flashlight or candles, finding none.

**Ahehehe…the dark isn't so so bad…just a little…erm…yeah…**

He made his way back into the living room, only something was different, a strange smell was emanating through the house. Shuichi sat on the couch and decided to wait for Yuki to come home, or for the power to come back on, which ever came first.

After about an hour of sitting no Yuki and no power, Shuichi decided to go to bed.

**Can't be scared of the dark if you're asleep ne??**

As he stood up he noticed something placed on the floor next to the couch. As he bent over to pick it up, the smell seemed to worsen. He grasped the small fluffy thing…but it was also wet, he pulled it closer to his face only to let out a loud scream and throw the object across the room.

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hehe yes cliffhangers…don't worry though! Next chapter will be posted probably immediately after this one! So like I said… no worries! R&R pretty please!