Thank you everyone still reading this story! It means a lot to me that you are interested enough to finish the few chapters I have posted. I hope that you continue to read and review, and stay with me and this story through the long haul! (It's already planned out to be about 20 chapters. Yes, you read that right, it does say twenty; but I guess well have to see.) I hope that you like this chapter. And please review. Oh yeah, if you have already read the first two chapters (before they were revised) you might want to read them again. Hopefully they make more sense, and add a sense of plot to the story!

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If no one read the thank you's for reviewers, I'd like to re-thank every one of my reviewers. And I'd like to thoroughly thank Kage-sama for writing the Oriya/Muraki scene. Thank you!!!

With all that said, please enjoy!

Frozen Chances

It Was All Better

It had only been around three hours since Oriya had arrived and already he had been traumatized in six different ways. First he had seen a nice Muraki. "Nice" And "Muraki" Do not look right in the same sentence, especially with out the " is not" in between. Next he had seen a "nice" Muraki give into a whiny pink haired teen. It was a wonder said teen was still alive let alone would have enough sway over Muraki to have him give into petty demands. At the end of the first hour he had found himself the butt of a very cruel joke that involved a certain "moment" between a certain two people, and neither of them were himself. That was the oddest sight in the three different realms of living. (Or non-living in some cases.) Especially when the parties involved found the expression on his face to be the most hilarious thing in the world. It would be safe to say that Oriya had been very pissy for the next hour. However, the next hour was even worse then the first.

It took all of three minutes before Yuki, the pink haired teen that was previously mentioned, got Oriya to speak again. It was only because he was annoyed as hell and started yelling at the stupid baka to shut up (whilst hitting him with a conveniently stored paper fan) But it was enough for Yuki. Then with a suggestive smile Yuki winked and decided to go out to the front so that he could smoke without Muraki bitching at him. He had suggested that whatever the two were going to do they might as well get it over quick. If that weren't horrible enough (seeing as twelve-year-old -or however old the youji was- boys should not be thinking such perverted thoughts) Muraki decided to take said youji's advice. Much to Oriya's chagrin…well at least that's the way it seemed. Needless to say Muraki didn't get too far, but he did have a smug "I know you want to" grin, even when Yuki came back and draped (not really, he was actually just sat beside him) himself all over his Muraki…wait a minute, his? Whatever, worrying about it now would ruin the rant. Well, at least that brings the sixth traumatizing experience to the front. Last but not least, Oriya had realized that he may be forming a type of jealousy of the boy. That was unexpected.

During the third hour they had begun to play various card games, Poker, Rummy, Mahjong, Crazy Eights, and even Old maid. It was actually a laid back hour, where Yuki conveniently left four times, and eventually ended up going to his room with an off-hand comment about checking his luggage. Oriya ended up sitting across from Muraki, watching him quietly as he seemed to be thinking. He noticed that there was a glazed over look to his eyes, as if to say he was in a very deep thought, but as soon as he decided to move to get up to get himself a drink Muraki's eyes became sharply trained on him. However this didn't really bother him. One gets used to a psycho's stare when they fall in love. Returning from the kitchen he sat down next to Muraki, taking Yuki's chair instead of his own.

(A/N: Yay! This part was written by Kage Chikara! It's really good!)

Something was bothering Muraki. Oriya studied the man's gaze, despite the force of it, and tried to assure himself that it was just the headache of Yuki's existence. After all, the boy was rather a headache, with no tact and no sense of serenity. Not that Oriya had much of that anymore—not after the last three hours—but at least he pretended to it well. Years of acting for his customers came to the fore. He shifted and turned to face Muraki fully. He was unnerved by the changes in his lover, especially since they seemed to apply only to Yuki, since Muraki's lecherous advances toward him still remained unchanged. Oriya glared at Muraki over that memory, but relented when he saw that Muraki wasn't paying him any attention in the first place. What was the point of glaring at someone who didn't care enough to respond? "What is it?" Oriya finally demanded gruffly. Muraki raised an eyebrow, turning to face his friend of many years.

"Hmm? What is what?" Muraki asked, smiling falsely. There was no emotion in that silver eye. "Don't play games, Sensei. Something is upsetting you." Oriya snapped, his tone harsh. Muraki raised an eyebrow, then looked down, away from the anger radiating from Oriya. "Perhaps." Muraki admitted, sighing. Oriya resisted the urge to move closer, to touch the psychotic doctor, the one man he loved, and in that way offer some shred of comfort. "What is it?" Oriya said, perhaps with more anger than he had originally intended. Muraki smiled a little, pleased at his friend's genuine worry.

"It's the power." Muraki said. There was no tone in his voice, nothing but a cold, pointed monotone that suddenly didn't wish to talk about this, that regretted having ever brought this subject up. Muraki did not, by nature, show his emotions except in extreme fits of psychosis. But Oriya saw, also, the slow shiver that made it way down his beloved's spine. Without thinking about it, he moved closer, stroking Muraki's hair with one hand. Muraki's eyebrows shot up—tenderness was something he had long ago gotten used to doing without—but he leaned his head on Oriya's shoulder. In Muraki, such a sign of weakness was heartbreaking, but Oriya let none of that show on his face.

"What about the power?" Oriya asked, so quietly it barely disturbed the flow of comfort being offered freely from one old friend to another. "Its…I don't know how, Oriya, but its…flowing away. I can feel it—and feel the lack of it—but I can't trace, can't find out where it's going. I feel…drained." Most of this was delivered in monotone, but Oriya could hear the undertone of desperation in Muraki's voice. He wished he could make it all better, wished he could take away Muraki's pain. But that was not within his power, and Oriya had long ago learned to work within the limits of his abilities. Still, this disturbed him almost as much as it bothered Muraki. While he was pleased that the sorcerer's normal, rather murderous activities might be slightly curtailed, the idea of anyone else having Muraki's power…that made Oriya nervous. Nervous and a little scared.

"You have no idea when this began or why?" Oriya asked, then looked away as Muraki glared at him. He looked back and for a moment, their eyes met. Then Muraki just shrugged and shook his head. Oriya kissed Muraki's cheek gently, causing the sorcerer to look at him with wide, startled eyes. Then he closed his eyes and melted as Oriya gently touched his lips to Muraki's. They pulled apart slowly, savoring each other's presence. "Better?" Oriya asked dryly. Muraki shook his head, but the rather strange, calm look on his face belied that and Oriya smirked. Muraki glared, Oriya laughed, and for a minute…just for a minute…it was all better. (A/N: This is where the title came from)

(A/N: Wasn't that awesome? I think Kage-Sama can be an inspiration to us all!)

Yuki frowned from his place at the top of the stairs. He sighed to himself. "They're so cute in their own way," He smiled before standing and walking to the window in the hallway. Opening it quietly he slipped out into the nippy night air. He grabbed onto the fire escape and quickly climbed up to the rooftop. This is where he normally spent his nights. At least the nights he decided not to sleep.

He loved the way the night cleared his head and he was actually able to think coherent thoughts. Not just the bubbly thoughts that a sugar induced high would bring about. Not that he'd have anything to do with sugar, mind you. He hated the crap, not only because it was way too sweet but also because it could mess up his beautiful figure. Well, those weren't the only reasons but he didn't like to muse on any other.

That was what happened when night came around. He was definitely, truly a nocturnal creature. It was as if his childish persona dropped and he became a more introspective, lost in thought kind of person. Although he rarely liked whatever subject he was thinking about, he did like the way his analytical mind kicked in and helped to solve the problems he didn't dare think about during the day. His current problem: his guardian's loss of himself.

It's not gone if you don't know where it is, it's only missing…Such a phrase, and it still didn't make since, so screw that train of thought.

Lately the power that Muraki so obviously possessed had been fading away at a much greater density. The man was leaking so much Yuki was surprised that normal humans couldn't see the strong aura drifting away. Of course, Yuki himself was a few steps ahead of Muraki. He already knew exactly where it was headed, and to whom it was being called to. Well, at least he had an idea. But he wasn't about to spill it to his Uncle. Ever since he had first found that stain on Muraki's shirt he began to search into his past. He most certainly came up with some very handy things. (Of course it wasn't the easiest thing to do, one just has to be a highly experienced hacker, and it doesn't hurt to have a couple of gossipy friends in strategic places.) Either way he was able to find what he was looking for and it gave him an idea.

Tokyo was a very important city, it seemed, not only because it was the nations capitol, but also because it has a very high number of vengeful spirits. Spirits that needed magic. High level magic. The only problem that he had was that Muraki would never let his power go so freely. So he had to be preoccupied with something that took his mind off of guarding his magic…a big event that would give a spirit enough time to latch onto any unguarded part of his psyche, however small. Then somehow be powerful enough to rid Muraki of the rest of his shields. The spirit would also have to be smart enough to head to the nations capitol and align itself with vengeful spirits that would protect it from any thing that might return to take back its stolen power. Thus is why Yuki was quite sure he knew who and where.

Of course it wouldn't do to get Muraki suspicious of his "midnight operations" therefore, he decided that it was best that he had a reason to go to Tokyo rather then the just ask. It was a lot easier that way. So, once he got a few more things from his good friends at the Ko Kaku Rou, then Muraki, Oriya, and himself would be heading to Tokyo, (and to the beach just outside city limits!) He felt kind of bad now, seeing that he had wanted Oriya-chan to come along so that he could play as the distraction, but he was afraid that both of them would figure out his own ulterior motives to their trip and then they'd both get even further involved. Maybe even hurt. That wouldn't be cool!

Therefore, before he left he should make sure that they had plans, not to mention that they were preparing for his birthday, seeing as he was turning sixteen, not thirteen as many believed, and they were both very wealthy so he should get some awesome ass presents. If not, there will be hell to pay!!

Well, it was time to go suggest that they all go to bed, and wriggle his eyebrows, before laughing maniacally. He loved being crazy (or genius, nobody's counting.)

T.B.C.

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