Welcome back to the first chapter of Frozen Chances! I'm so happy that you all are here. Of course this is still my first fanfiction. And all standard disclaimers apply (I do not own Yami no Matsuei, blah blah blah, don't sue.) Of course this is the rewrite, meaning it's not the same as the original, but they do closely resemble each other. I hope this makes more sense to all readers (New timers or otherwise.) Also, I'd like to remind, if necessary, that Yuki is my original character. This story sort of revolves around him. I really don't like self-insertions, Gary Stu's or Mary Sue's, or whatnot, so I hope that this won't fall into any of those categories. I also hope that you'll like this. So, with all of this said, Please enjoy!

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Shrenee

Frozen Chances

Chapter one:

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 fortuneteller 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 Seroyuni, age 38, deceased and 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 speaking 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."

And the rain started to fall.

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It was another one of those days that Yuki found himself waking up in the company of someone other then he fell asleep with. It wouldn't have been so bad if he were merely in the company of some odd friend, or even in his own home, but instead he woke up in a very bright room that his eyes refused to let his mind focus on. He sat up slowly paying no mind to the gown that nearly slipped of his shoulders. It was a few more minutes before he was actually able to hear again and the soft murmur of voices filled his ears. He couldn't quite make them out yet but he could hear the soft click of footsteps across a linoleum floor. They were approaching him, from what he could tell, as each step became louder.

In order to clear his mind he shook his head and blinked a few times. As the room cleared once more he made out a figure that he recognized to be a doctor. He blinked once more and everything came into focus in that crystal clear way that he knew was the beginning of a migraine. "Good, you're awake." Came the gruff voice of none other then Dr. Dave Kiyuza. Otherwise known as Yuki's current physician.

"Mornin' Kizu-chan, fancy meeting you here." Yuki chirped in a cheery mood. Although it was way to early in the morning for him to actually be in such a good mood he knew it always got on the doctor's nerves. " Seroyuni-kun, let's try and get through a session without your…charming commentary." Dr. Kiyuza stated trying to word his sentence kindly. "Hai, Hai, Doctor. Let's work hard together for the greater good." Yuki said with a broad smile. Dr. Kiyuza irritably ran a hand through his greying locks.

"If I may ask, Seroyuni-kun, why exactly are you here today?"

"Um…what if you may not ask, what then?" Yuki asked avoiding the question. "Mr. Seroyuni, I ask that you cooperate. Will you just answer the question?" Dr. Kiyuza asked pulling out a pen for his clipboard.

"Yes." Yuki answered nodding.

There was a moment of silence while Dr. Kiyuza waited for an answer. "Well?" He asked pausing for the answer once more. Yuki drew on a thoughtful expression. "What was the question again?" He asked looking puzzled.

An exasperated sigh exited Dr. Kiyuza as he rubbed his forehead. "I'm getting a headache…" He thought to himself sourly.

"Okay, Seroyuni-kun. I can't deal with this today. I will find someone to take over this time."

"But…But, you can't leave meeeee!" Yuki said looking as if he would burst into tears. "Will you cooperate?" Dr. Kiyuza asked hopefully.

"I doubt it." Yuki shrugged, speaking truthfully. Without another word Dr. Kizuya turned and left the room, the only sound being his hurried stomping. Ecstatic, Yuki dropped his cheerful demeanor and leaned back into the uncomfortable hospital bed. He groaned.

"So many noises. It's always so loud here. I hate hospitals. They remind me of…remind me of…" He frowned as his thoughts trailed off. He sat up. "What was I going to say?" With a nonchalant shrug he leaned back again.

"Yay me, I kept Kizu-baka entertained for all of…er, seven minutes." Yuki said checking his wrist watch, (or rather his watchless wrist. It worked the same way.)

" With the lack of 'charming commentary' I suppose you're not worth much are you." Came the unexpected reply. Looking up Yuki saw the new doctor walk in. Dark, dangerous, stunning, beautiful…a few of the words that came to mind when trying to describe the doctor. The first thing he noticed about the doctor was the platinum blonde (might as well be silver) hair that swept over pale skin and covered one eye. As he took in the pale complexion akin to his own, if not lighter, he also looked over the white outfit. All white. Such a pale and heavenly color. But on him it was as if he was trying to shame the purity of such a color. As if a demon was mocking heaven. For some reason that seemed to fit this new mysterious man.

Perhaps this doctor "visit" would turn out to be interesting, to say the least.

"Seroyuni, Miyuki, I presume?" The doctor asked walking over to the discarded clipboard and reading over it. He didn't bother to get a reply as he continued. "It seems a night of fun got you admitted here. I'd believe you of all people would know the dangers of overindulgence of the alcoholic kind." Yuki shuddered, why did that sound ominous?

"Hai, Sensei, but then you presume that I was partying last night. Perhaps I was merely trying to drink myself to an early grave." He said with an unconcerned air.

"In that case being here would be a hindrance to you, wouldn't it. Perhaps next time you should try harder. That would resolve a lot wouldn't it?" The doctor said without looking up from his clipboard.

"You say that as if dying were the easiest thing in the world, Sensei, but it isn't…for me that is. Do you have a name?"

The doctor looked up, the light momentarily reflecting off his glasses effectively hiding his visible eye. "Forgive me for not introducing myself. I am Muraki Kazutaka."

"Kazutaka? As in the one who my father always tried to keep hidden from me?" Yuki asked slightly skeptically, with all the tact in the world. Muraki's pale eyebrow arched slightly as he took in this information.

"I would suppose that would be me. I am not aware of any other Kazutaka's." He answered coolly.

"What an interesting piece of information." Muraki thought to himself, vaguely amused, "He tried to hide him from me. What a fool."

"Shall we finish this?" He asked aloud with a slightly bored tone. "Please continue." Yuki nodded, getting as comfortable as he could on the bed.

"What do you remember doing last night?" Muraki asked moving to sit in the chair near the bed. "Drinking," Yuki answered easily.

"And before that?" Muraki asked already writing on the commentary pages of the papers on the clipboard. Yuki frowned as his eyes roamed towards the ceiling.

"Eh…I was…with a friend." He answered, for reasons unknown to him feeling guilty for such an act. Muraki continued writing not looking effected in the least. "Drugs?"

Yuki yawned, rubbing his eyes. "Addict." He said settling into another comfortable position. Muraki grunted looking up from his work. "There's no need to tell you, you're a troubled case and you need to go to a mental institute somewhere before you end up killing yourself." He said apathetically while standing. (AN: Like he can talk! Bashing my character so, it's cruel!) He adjusted his glasses before walking over to the various items awaiting use.

"I'm going to take your blood pressure, temperature, and check your reflexes. After I'm finished you'll stay here until a nurse comes to take your height and weight. Afterwards you will be given clothes and will be free to go."

"Ne, Sensei, why will I be given clothes? Where are mine."

Muraki turned to examine Yuki after placing on gloves. Afterwards he walked over with a thermometer. "Open." He ordered. "But what of my- " Yuki started but was interrupted.

"Don't talk." Muraki instructed. As his temperature was being taken Muraki checked the boy's pulse. Or at least tried to. "How interesting…" He mused listening to the slow labored beating. After checking his breathing, blood pressure, and reflexes he removed his gloves coming to a conclusion.

"It seems you are in quite good health, for a delinquent." He said without the barest hint that he was lying. Because in all truth the kid should have been dead, but Muraki already knew that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

If Muraki could truly pity someone he would most likely find this kid somewhere on his list. It had only been about four years since he'd last seen him, but he had spent the kid's lifetime providing for him. He was one of those odd cases that Muraki seemed to accumulate. As usual it was more for himself then for the kid, still the life that the kid had been given was far from imaginary. Another circumstance that was his fault. A difficult environment gave him a better chance to play the "fairy god…relative" (This, however, will be the first and last time he will refer to himself as such)

Of course, pitying wasn't part of his everyday agenda. Therefore there was no reason to start now. Instead he was going to find out whether or not his controlled experiment was worth it.

"Are you finished Sensei-chan?" Yuki asked picking at his hospital gown nervously.

"I am, perhaps you should lay off your lifestyle for awhile. That way you won't be stuck in such a 'silly' thing." Muraki answered with a smirk at Yuki's wide-eyed expression. "You don't happen to be able to read minds do you?" Yuki asked although not expecting to be answered. He wasn't disappointed.

"A nurse should be here soon." A stoic sentence that was followed by the soft click of exiting shoes. Yuki frowned as a compulsion drew him to his feet and out the door after the retreating doctor. "Sensei!" He yelled to the dangerous beauty posing as a doctor.

Muraki took his time turning around and a surprise met him as he was nearly barreled over by an over zealous hug. A surprised expression crossed his features before he schooled them to a remotely amused mien.

"Don't leave me alone, you're all I have left." The words escaped Yuki before he could even register what he was saying. For some reason unknown to him, even as he thought back on what he said he realized this was the truth. Even if he didn't know the man personally, he knew that this was a link to his father's death. And he didn't exactly have relatives. Therefore he was the only thing he could cling to for some semblance of continuity.

Muraki watched, pleased with his handy work. Yes, it seemed that this was going to become fruitful, in one way or another. Without looking around he became aware of the many people who had abruptly stopped their going's on to watch the oddly sentimental scene play out between the impassive doctor and the troublemaker kid. A strange sense of possession seized his awareness. For some reason it seemed all eyes were on his new doll. How annoying! That certainly wouldn't do.

"Let us go to lunch, shall we, Seroyuni-kun, we may talk there." He suggested; strongly suggested. " Uh…Hai Sensei." Yuki pulled back and began dusting himself off clearing his throat.

"And it's just Yuki." He said with a small sniff, rubbing the tip of his nose self-consciously. Muraki merely nodded his agreement. "Now, about my clothes," Yuki said with a hopeful smile, "Where are they?" he asked innocently enough.

"Hopefully burning somewhere." Muraki answered coldly. Yuki gasped horrified. "No! How could you say such a thing? I do hope my clothes didn't hear you!" He whined as his eyes once again grew watery. "You're getting new clothes. Yours are in the trash." Came the uncaring reply. Yuki nearly fainted at the news.

"How can you be so cruel?" He whined, loud enough for the whole corridor to hear. In response Muraki began walking away. "I know, It's cause you've got no fashion sense." He shouted running to catch up. This statement earned him a few gasps from the nurses listening in. "You're a doctor for goodness sakes! All they like is cashmere and corduroy. Dorks!" Muraki raised an eyebrow and turned on Yuki. "Is that so?" He asked sardonically. Yuki viewed his options and decided it was time to run like water in the opposite direction!

T.B.C.

Yay! I'm redone with the first chapter! Please continue rereading and reviewing! (Ha ha, see how I worked that in?) Anyways. Thanks always to all my Reviewers, I…sniff…I love you all! Party on, dudes!

Jaa Nee

Shrenee