Hello!!! Once again it is I, speaking to anyone reading this chapter. As stated in my first chapter 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 this chapter is a little clearer then the first. But one way or another tell me what you think. Sooner or later I'll get the hang of it. Anyways, I hope you like! (All begging for reviews will be reserved for the end of the chapter.

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6/10/04: This chapter has been revised!

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Frozen Chances

Uncle Muraki

Lunch had been a very trying experience. At least for Muraki. He had found that the one known as Yuki was not truly human, but a true devil spawn! The freaky little brat had ended up getting him the number of every waitress in the restaurant. He scoffed at the idea that he was going to call some ditzy-assed waitress that gave up her phone number to the devil spawn formally known as Yuki. Not only that but they kept coming by to ask if he wanted something more, perhaps a pie they made themselves, or a mixed drink (that might accidentally spill on his suit so that they could wipe it off.) Of course true to his nature Yuki sat back, laughing his ass off at the scene that was enfolding in front of him. Of course this was only payback from earlier, seeing as the doctor had so rudely pronounced him a delinquent.

Muraki began to consider the prospects of finding an alley nearby…quickly he dismissed of that thought. Alley's were so messy and not worthy of his level of expertise. Of course, had Yuki been able to comment on his thoughts he would have mentioned that alleys were very 20th century and had been out since the eighties.

None of this was as annoying as the boy's choice of cuisine. Why go to a remotely fancy restaurant if you're just going to weedle the waitress into making a special dish that consisted of fried potatoes, melted American cheese, and globs of dog food looking chili? There was no point! Gods, if he wasn't already insane he was sure Yuki would drive him crazy. Now he was defiantely reconsidering his current set of plans. Despite Yuki being a key point, he didn't really need him. Tsuzuki would make a much better specimen. K'so, he was losing focus.

"So you're telling me you're the sole benificiery of my father's stuff?" Yuki asked after spooning down another bit of his odd concoction. "So..uh, how did you guys meet?" He asked biting his lower lip, unconsciously getting chili on his chin as he placed it in his hands. Muraki could feel his eye twitch. Attention to detail and obsessive compulsive behavior was a bitch.

" It was a while back, before you were born. I believe he came to me with your mother. A nice couple they were." Came Muraki's edited answer. There was a lot he was not going to tell just yet. Yuki nodded accepting the answer easily. He inspected his fingers before wiping them off and doing the same for his face. "I believe your father left my name, did he not?" Muraki asked. Nodding again, Yuki looked up to meet his eyes. "He said we should meet, although I don't think he expected me to meet you this way." He said alluding to the whole 'getting drunk and going to the hospital' thing. "So, can I call you uncle? Or should I call you godfather?" Muraki shrugged, " I don't really care."

" Uncle it is then," Yuki decided.

"Will you be needing a place to stay?" Muraki asked wondering which way he wanted the boy to answer. Yuki shook his head. "Nah, I still have electricity and water's runnin' so I might as well milk that cow for all it's worth. I'm going to run it up as high as I can and see how they feel when it never gets paid." He plotted evily, a devious smile playing on his features. Once he was finish planning he muttered "Damn bastards, cutting off our utilities just cause we're a few months late." Muraki caught this and nodded to himself, the most recent lone to Royuni-san accounted for.

"If that is the case," He said standing, "Here is my number, if you need it." Yuki took the offered card excitedly. "Hai Sensei-Uncle, I'll put you on speed dial." Yuki said albeit with a full mouth. Muraki cringed.

Replacing his disgust with a disapproving scowl he turned to leave when he was called to once more. "Muraki-san." Yuki called after him. Muraki turned and regarded him with a quizzical tilt of his head. "It's nice to know that my dad had a good friend." Yuki answered with a smile. "All we need now is a new wardrobe, Ne?"

A devious smile broke out on Muraki's face as he raised an eyebrow. " You can try." He offered challengingly. Watching the devilish smirk that broke out on his "nephew's" features he couldn't help but laugh and shake his head. Something about this kid reminded him of someone.

After their good byes were given he turned to leave. Never did he venture to guess that the end of a contract with a father could be the beginning of an interesting situation with the said father's son.

(Eight weeks later)

"C'mon old man, take 'em off!" Yuki goaded, he sat with his feet propped up on the nearby table. On said table close to his feet was an ashtray containing two cigarettes, one half smoked the other barely touched. A cup sat next to the ashtray and a deck of cards next to the cup. Watching his opponent, Yuki lifted the cup to his mouth. Muraki reached up to undo his tie with a defeated scowl. "Oh no,no,no!" Yuki interrupted, nearly choking on his drink as he did so. Swallowing quickly he resumed what he was saying. "The pants." He said smiling triumphantly.

Of course he had all reason to be smug. At the beginning of the game he was far behind. He'd only gotten the doctor to take off his lab coat and a sock. He himself was down to a tank top and shorts. (Having worn extra layers for their weekly game.) Finally he was getting better; he mused, watching as Muraki stripped down to his boxers. They weren't going further then that though, cause they both felt it would be awkward.

As Muraki returned to his seat, mumbling something about smug teenagers, Yuki picked up his barely smoked cigarette. "You do realize you only get one of those here." Muraki stated examining his cards. "But whhhhhhhyyyy????!!!!" Yuki whined, pausing in his actions. "I will not be responsible for helping you along in that vice." Muraki answered absently, drawing a card from the deck. " But if I smoke one here and a pack elsewhere…it doesn't really help does it?" Yuki pouted in response. Muraki looked at him blinking once before staring unwaveringly, his face emotionless stone. Yuki put his head down returning his cigarette to its ashtray.

Satisfied, Muraki retrieved his own cigarette then went back to his cards.

"Got any sixes?" He asked looking up.

"Go fish"

"Damnit!"

Yuki lay sprawled on the couch. A light snore filled the room coming from its sole sleeping inhabitant. Muraki frowned pacing the room in graceful, even steps. He had his eyes closed pondering on trivial problems that needed to be solved. Pausing in his steps he turned to the boy as his incessant snoring had ceased (A/N: say that ten times fast) As the boy seemed peaceful enough, he returned to his silent musings.

As it was, the true reason for his unrest was the odd lack of magic he was experiencing. Not that he was completely without it, but he really didn't like the thought of not being able to use certain spells, at his discretion. He wasn't worried yet…just troubled. He needed to find the reason behind this magical lapse and soon. He hated the feeling of useless energy.

Yuki stirred lightly. At the sound of a thud Muraki turned towards him. Mirthfully he observed the odd predicament. The boy was sitting with owlish wide eyes, blinking and looking quite disheveled. Tangled up in his blankets he looked like a cat in yarn. As soon as his wits came back to him he looked at Muraki; peeking out from under his covers. "Are you an insomniac?" He asked and Muraki chuckled. "Good night, Miyuki." He said walking out of the living room.

After watching him go, Yuki shrugged then moved to get up. That's when he realized that the odd wrappings of his covers were too complicated for his sleep-fogged mind to figure out. Frowning he grabbed his pillow with his teeth, seeing as his arms didn't feel like being moved. Throwing the pillow on the floor he laid down and snuggled in for the night.

Yawning Yuki walked into the kitchen, not even acknowledging Muraki's presence until he poured a cup of coffee and drank it black. "Good morning." Muraki said through an amused smirk. "Morning," Yuki bubbled into his mug. "Tell me something," Muraki asked, "Do you just naturally wake up in a wasted state despite not coming in contact with alcohol? It would be an interesting study, if so." Yuki narrowed his eyes, glaring at the wall rather then Muraki. He mumbled something into his mug that sounded a lot like "Piss off, old man."

"I've got work today." Muraki announced, noting that he sounded a lot like he was apologizing to a child. "It's Saturday, why wouldn't you?" Yuki said flatly, picking up the tone. Muraki lifted an eyebrow. "So sorry to disappoint." He said watching as Yuki rolled his eyes. "Well, I can't help but get worried when you come in at all hours of the night, I called your work and you weren't there. I'm starting to think that I'm not enough for you anymore." He said in his most distressed wife voice. Muraki gazed at Yuki as if he were wasn't listening.

"Fine, go to work!" Yuki sniffed indignantly and turned away. Muraki walked out of the kitchen. "Ruin the family!" Yuki screamed after him. Walking to the door Muraki opened it and slammed it shut. He made it down the stairs and outside before the window to his condo opened. "And don't come back!" Came the high pitched squeal, of a lost in the moment Yuki. Frowning slightly, Muraki raised an eyebrow at the pile of clothes that fell in a heap next to him. "You're washing those." He yelled up to the window. "They were dirty anyways." Yuki yelled back.

Shrugging Muraki continued his walk to his car. "Don't mess up my house." He ordered.

"So it's your house now, how did that happen?" Ignoring the boy's incessant talking he slid into his car. After checking if everything he needed was present he looked back up to his home. The window to his condo was shut and after waiting a few minutes longer he saw Yuki emerge from the building. One look at his attire and Muraki rubbed his temples irritably. After rolling down his windows he took a calming breath before blowing up at the kid. "Never, come outside with boxers and a t-shirt on again." He said, albeit calmer then he was feeling. "Is that permission to dress in the nude?" A sheepish smile crossed Yuki's face as he noticed Muraki was not amused.

"Alright, gotcha, no boxers. Bye bye, see ya." Yuki turned to go before turning back. "And no lunch plans, 'kay?" Muraki raised an eyebrow. "I'm making lunch! What?? I'm good!! Don't look at me like that! Stop…just stop by for lunch!" Muraki smiled amusedly as Yuki stomped over to his clothes pile and made a show of picking them up.

"Interesting." He said before checking his watch. No worries though. As usually he was well before on time. He checked on Yuki once more, who was now buttoning up a shirt he'd grabbed out of the pile. One of his shirts no less. He almost laughed at the sight though. It was nearly pass his knees. The boy was stringy, but obviously not as tall as one would expect him to be. He was only fifteen though.

Shaking his head, Muraki prepared to leave. Making sure everything was in place once more he then sped off to go to 'work.'

Yuki looked down at the white sleeve his arm was practically swimming in. Frowning lightly he realized it was there, plain as day. A dark rusty red color. One could only assume the worst in such a situation. That this was blood, and it wasn't Muraki's. Then again, Muraki was a doctor…there was a reasonable explanation for this. And Mars is made out of cookie dough. Yuki had a bad feeling about this and such 'feelings' were never to be taken lightly. Unfortunately he was brought back to reality by the honking of a car horn. "Yeeeeaaaaah!"

"Whohoo!" Came the shouts and catcalls of a passing car. Yuki smirked and turned towards them. "Keep driving, you can't handle this." He said smirking and in his best seductive voice. "How about a ride, baby." The boy in the driver's seat said. "Not today." He refused before turning back towards the building. Mentally he sang, "I love the idiots, cause they're so interesting; gotta love idiots." To the "Goldfish" commercial song. "You're breakin' my heart, girl." With a well-placed smile and a suggestive wink Yuki disappeared inside the building. The caretaker, who had been standing beside the door the whole while just gaped at Yuki as he passed. "Can I help you?" Yuki asked and the caretaker turned away. After sticking his tongue out at the man's back he turned and ran upstairs. Oh yeah, Muraki most certainly had a problem child on his hands.

T.B.C.

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