Hello!!! Hi, I'm so excited to be talking to you, the masses. This is my first fanfiction ever! Be happy with me! (Happy dance, happy dance!) Okay. Being serious now, I know the character that you're about to read about is not a character made by Matsushita Youko, he is a original character which is pretty much going to be where the POV of the story lies. Normally I hate these kinds of stories but, I thought I'd try it. So here you go, I'm doing my best to make it fit the original story line but because I haven't seen much of the original story line I'm afraid that might not go so well. So, just to be on the safe side, this is labeled AU. I hope all that made sense…oi, my head hurts….

Anyways, I hope you like! Please tell me what you think. (I'll save the begging for the end of the chapter)

Disclaimer: Alas, the world is cruel and Yami no Matsuei does not belong to me. I am a poor girl with nothing but my computer to keep me happy. So it's best that you don't sue, lest you take away the only happiness I have.

6/10/04: Okay as it stands, that up there is still true. However, I have changed, or rather, revised this chapter along with chapter 2. Hopefully now, the story will be a little more understandable.

With all that said, please enjoy!

Frozen Chances

Doctor's Appointment

It's not like it's everyday that an epiphany just hits you; that one clear moment that begins to take over ever inch of your senses and leaves you with the crystal answer you've been searching for. It's as if these types of moments are few and far between. But for a choice few there are these moments that come to them everyday and clear certain questions that had such a way of never being answered. Unfortunately, most of those questions are never their own. They usually belong to others that will never know they were being thought of. But every now and then these special people go into business, and many flock to have their questions answered by none other then the "holy seer"

It's not a surprise that these types of people would be coveted by the world. As most of these people are rare, one must seize opportunity when it comes. Of course that does nothing but annoy the hell out of the few choice people but that will never matter to the human race. As rare as it is, though, for a true fortune teller to be found, it is also rare for some one to be after them for something other then their known of abilities. But every now and then, at times that are few and far between, a Clairvoyant surfaces who has not only the power to see, feel, and know, but also the power to "be." To be what? What it—He, she, so on and so forth— was created to be. An unfortunate side affect is when the creation resists its original creator and becomes the pawn of its manipulator.

When the clairvoyant, who has received the blessing of his savior, turns his back on his god to follow the call of man, and become the demon that was implanted in his fragile, once holy vessel.

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The world seemed to swirl around him as he sat silently watching the dark storm clouds as they raged above him. It hadn't yet begun to rain while he sat taking unconscious drags off his cigarette. Had it begun though he wouldn't have noticed. His silver pink eyes were half lidded in dark contemplation, and had anyone walked by they would have thought he was stoned. However, he was merely musing on his newest break through in his thoughts.

Given his recent past most would think that he was brooding over the departure of his last remaining family member, his father. Keiichi Royuni, deceased, age 38, cause of death: unknown, suspected overdose. Of course he hadn't even thought of his father in the past forty-eight hours after death. He was only musing over the strange thought:

It's not gone if you don't know where it is. It's only missing.

Needless to say, that's an odd thought. Either way, there was no way that that equated to his own problems so there was nothing in it for him. Thus it was useless musing on such things–unless of course you didn't have anything else to think about. Therefore, there's no need to say this but, he happened to be thinking about it.

"Yuki!" called a seemingly far off voice. The pink haired, grey eyed boy turned to regard his summoner, surprised to see him so close. He blinked as he realized the boy was talking but he missed half of what he said. As he watched the boy's lips move he wasn't surprised that he still wasn't listening. He did that from time to time. Once the boy stopped Yuki sat there for a few seconds before replying, "Say again?" He asked, his voice sounding quiet and far off, even to his own ears. The other boy, a tall brunette with mulberry brown eyes sighed patiently before beginning again, summarizing his previous words so as not to lose the attention of his flighty friend. " It's becoming dark, Yuki. You should be home right now." He said sternly, watching as Yuki none-the-less got bored and turned away from him. Yuki did nothing but sigh and drop his cigarette. The brunette beside him leaned against the railing he was sitting on and looked out at the brilliant expanse of gray that made up the sky.

"I like it best when it's gray." Yuki spoke softly, still in one of his odd hazes. He looked to the brunette before just as softly, and very much quieter, "Take me home." He leaned over to rest on the shoulder of his friend and spoke once again, "I don't have one to go to anymore, but take me anyways, Metsu-kun." Wrapping an arm around his past lover the brunette, Ametsu Shitta, pulled the fragile boy closer.

"You know, your father…he was…a great man, in his own way." He offered lightly. Yuki brushed of the statement with an unconcerned shrug. "He's dead now, Metsu…I want to go home."

With a look that did nothing to betray his words Yuki leaned up to kiss Metsu gently. Metsu sighed feeling defeated, still he pulled away and stood up straight before helping Yuki down. "I'll take you home," he offered, "If you let me stay." Yuki's smile resembled a bittersweet shadow of his past smile.

"Always."

Coughing lightly Yuki swung his feet boredly watching the nurses pass by the door to his room. Yawning he picked at the hospital gown he was wearing not looking up as the doctor entered. It was silent for the most part; the doctor was looking over his information before proceeding. "Mr. Royuni, Miyuki, I presume."

"That's me." Yuki answered

"Can I ask you why you're here?"

"Fine by me." He shrugged. There was a moment of silence as the doctor waited for an answer. Rolling his eyes the doctor huffed already annoyed with the boy. "I'm not going through this today, Royuni, are you going to answer or not?" The doctor nearly shouted.

"Yes." Yuki answered, almost whispering. Another moment of silence passed and the man walked out of the room. " I'm not dealing with that monster!" He yelled halfway down the hall. Applauding himself mentally, Yuki rolled his eyes still watching the ground. " Not even five minutes." He said under his breath. " I can understand why." Came the unexpected reply. Looking up Yuki saw the new doctor walk in. The first thing he noticed was the silver hair covering pale skin and an eye. The visible eye was a stunning silver also. Next he noticed the white of his outfit. Blinking he noted the doctor definitely needed a new wardrobe. White was such a contradictory color, this man needs to be in something dark, dangerous, mysterious even.

The last thing he noticed was the doctor was dangerously beautiful; perhaps this doctor "visit" would be interesting. "Looks like you had a great night partying."

The doctor stated after looking at his clipboard. "Admitted unconscious with a BAC of 0.30, deadly." He continued. Yuki watched the doctor narrowing his eyes. "Why do you people automatically assume that I'm a partier. Maybe I'm antisocial and depressed. Ever thought of that?" He spat.

The doctor raised an eyebrow and Yuki simmered. "Do you have a name?" he asked. The doctor smiled then and Yuki hugged himself unconsciously. There was something behind that smile, but he shrugged it off.

"Kazutaka, Muraki, since your doctor will most likely not be coming back you'll need to cooperate with me, I want to finish this."

"Please continue," Yuki said sweetly with all the sincerity of a salesperson. "What were you doing last night?" Muraki asked.

"Drinking," Muraki began writing on his clipboard. "Why?"

"What business is that of yours?"

"Mr. Ryouni, " Muraki said exercising his patience.

"Yuki."

"Yuki," He said now annoyed with the boy. "Answer the question." Yuki found Muraki's tone left no room for arguing. "I was drinking with a friend, my father died a few weeks ago and he was…comforting me."

"Nice friend." Muraki smirked. Yuki looked away absently focusing on random things around the room. "Tell me about your sex life."

"Active."

"Drugs?"

"Addict."

"Looks like we have a problem." Yuki focused on Muraki, a confused and slightly amused expression playing on his features. "And what problem do we have, Muraki-sensei? " He asked sweetly. A brief annoyed expression flashed over Muraki's face but was gone just as soon as it came. " You're home alone, unsupervised, with liberal access to everything that makes you wind up back here. As a doctor's opinion you need more exercise, less of everything you're doing, and a hobby. Child services can handle your case, other then that, I'm through here." Muraki looked over his patient who was visibly shaken. His frightened demeanor didn't last long though. "I don't need child services." He pouted lightly. "I suggest you not try to leave before they get here. I'm not granting you access to the outside." Muraki advised.

"This isn't jail." Yuki shrugged.

"And you're lucky for that." A smile spread across Muraki's face. " If I was not so nice, I'd call them right now. Underage drinking, smoking, consumption of illegal substances, shall I go on." Muraki stifled the urge to say 'and that's just what you've told me.' There's no need to let him know he already knew more about him then the boy knew about himself. Muraki turned to leave and made it to the door before Yuki spoke up. "Wait, Muraki-sensei…did you know my father?" Muraki stopped and turned. That's what he was waiting for.

"Perhaps we should speak over lunch, I'll be going on break soon." He suggested. Yuki nodded silently. "Speak to the nurse. She'll give you some sufficient clothes. Needless to say yours will no longer be useful to you."

Yuki scratched his head. "Nanda? Did something happen…?"

Muraki watched the boy ponder his words for a second longer before shaking his head in a rather exasperated manner. "You are certainly your father's son. Unfortunately that drinking habit is what got him killed, isn't it, Yuki."

"…Um, uh-huh…" Muraki frowned lightly. Although this was the first time he had met the boy in a few years, he could honestly say he felt sorry for him. In truth he'd fathered the boy through what could be considered his actually father. Now the fruits of his work was sitting right there in front of him. He wasn't sure why exactly he took on this project, especially since it gave the phrase "fruit's of his work" a double meaning. An absent thought ran through his mind, Perhaps a crazed maniac isn't all bad. He smirked. That was a harmless saying Yuki's father had spoken on one of his drunken nights he spent away from his son. "Perhaps…" he let his thought's trail off.

Turning he prepared to leave. "We'll be leaving in about twenty minutes."

"Punctual person, aren't you?" Muraki raised an eyebrow looking back. "Yeah, problem?"

Yuki smiled," Not at all Muki-chan."

T.B.C.

I hope you like the first chapter. I don't feel like typing anymore so I'm gonna stop. Anywho. Please review (I'm beggin' I really am) and I'll get the next chapter out as soon as I'm not too lazy. Oo Alright, bye now!