I'm going to keep it short this time. Thanks for reading, thanks for reviewing, please continue both. Yami no Matsuei does not belong to me. Oh, and please forgive me for my lax in updating. I will remedy that in the coming weeks.

Okay, Enjoy!

Shrenee

Frozen Chances
Chapter 4
What's The Difference Between Blondes and the Beach?

Yuki resigned himself to his fate as he watched his last lifeline leave him. He had to go now and find Namiko, and die. Negisima, Namiko was not one to stand up, especially when she made special time to see you. Of course having to drag Muraki here and then assure and reassure him that he was going to be find did nothing to alleviate his bad timing. Perhaps though… perhaps she was in a good mood. He had a bad feeling that she wasn't as he walked into the kitchen.

"That doesn't go there you bumbling oaf! Get that out of my kitchen. What the hell do you think you're doing? Does that look like the picture? If it doesn't then why the hell did you make it that way? ARG! I'm surrounded by idiots!" Yuki gulped before turning to sneak out of the kitchen. "Hey! Where are you going, asshole!" Was all the warning he got before a pie dish pelted him in his head. "Sugoi!" He sniffed hugging his head.

"And where have you been?" Yuki turned to the fuming woman, barely over nineteen with short brown hair and currently flaming black eyes, and suddenly felt the urge to melt into the floor. "Ek…I was…" Excuses eluded him as he sat down. "I was just that, when Sensei and I were eating I didn't think that time flew so fast and-"

"Ah-ha! So you were with Kazutaka-san? How very fitting."

"Nanda? I don't get what you mean." Yuki stated scratching his head. Namiko raised an eyebrow before frowning. "Why are you sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor? You're obstructing traffic. Here let's go out and talk. I've only got about five minutes, since some certain someone wasted my break time with someone else."

"Ne, I apologize." Yuki said hopefully, Namiko snorted.

Outside Yuki sat down in the serene garden just outside the building. "I've never been out here." Yuki said looking over the beautiful green area.

"I believe that's because you didn't get past the kitchen, after you burnt it to the ground." Yuki turned to regard Jiri as she came to join them outside. "Hai, but I did learn how to cook didn't I?" Yuki smiled as Jiri sat down next to him. "Jiri-niisan, how've you been?" He asked wrapping his arms around her and leaning on her shoulder, nuzzling her dark black shoulder length hair. Jiri smiled sloppily returning his hug. Namiko sniffed. "How sweet of you to greet me so warmly."

Yuki's smile grew. If there was one thing he liked about Namiko it was that she

was straightforward. "C'mon love, let's make it a threesome, ne?" He offered opening his arms to in-circle her. She chuckled, humbling down to sit next to him. Leaning on him she wrapped her arms around his waist. "So, are you going to let me in on the secret that is Muriya?"

Both girls immediately went into gushy fan-girl mode. "Ahhhh!" They sighed, melting into their freakishly similar thoughts. "They are so cute together, in their own way." Namiko stated smiling as if she were drunk. "But you said that Muraki was an asshole. What of that?"

"Oh…didn't you know? Muraki disappeared out of the blue last fall. He's been gone since then without contacting Mibu-sama. We all thought he was dead." Jiri answered.

"But what of Mibu-san? Was he convinced Sensei-chan was dead."

"Chan? How kawaii! Does sensei let you call him that?"

"You're not answering my question." Yuki whined. "He wasn't himself, he was reserved and withdrawn. But he wasn't too obvious about his pain." The continuance of the story was by a new comer. "Colline-chan! Come join me!" Yuki said greeting the newcomer warmly. "Only if Nami-kun lets me lie on her." Colline said smiling excitedly.

"Forget it you hentai SOB." Namiko said glaring at the blonde boy who joined them. "You can lean on me!" Jiri offered, not able to open her arms because they were wrapped too tightly around Yuki. Colline smiled gratefully taking up a place leaning on Jiri.

"Okay people, finish your story, I'm getting crushed here!" Yuki said, jesting good-naturedly. "Well, that's pretty much the gist of it, today is the next chapter in the Muriya arc." Jiri said with a slightly dreamy look. Both Jiri and Namiko were fantasizing, or as they called it: Truly appreciating God's gift to fan-girls.

"Okay, thank you so much for that one." Colline complained half-heartedly. Being the only one devoted to straight relationships he was understandably the odd man out.

"Okay, now, Yuki the wise, you have to tell our fortunes!" Namiko insisted, leaning off of him and moving to sit in front of him. "Me first!" She cried excitedly.

"Ooh! Then me!" Jiri grabbed a spot next to Namiko and smiled brightly, Colline followed as she was very warm and huggable and he had been comfortable.

Yuki settled down excitedly. He loved telling fortunes. It was fun. He'd decided once he got old enough he was going to attend some collage, get a degree in psychology, and then rely heavily on his ESP to screw people over. It would be fun! And he'd get paid for it.

"Okay," He smiled before looking Namiko over. She was a pretty person, very slim and not too girlish. Though she did sport the right curves in the right places. She had short brown hair that barely cleared her chin and hung in a traditional cut, with the cute bangs and sideburns. (AN: For the hairstyle, think black haired Sakura from CCS) Her eyes were slanted and a dark contrast to pale peach skin. She had rosy pink lips and a smile just as deadly as her glare. She was beautiful, gorgeous even. Had Yuki not had preferences he would most certainly be as hot on her as Colline was. Most likely more. But he'd tried that a while ago and both parties involved felt that it wasn't going to work. Though, that was a different story.

After observing her quietly for a moment he closed his eyes and tried to follow her thread, which was woven into the tapestry of the unknown. He was not a precog, which would be more useful in the fortune telling business, but he could see things, important things that could or could not come about in the near or distant future. Fortune telling was such a messy and confusing business.

"Betrayal, jealousy, follow the darkness and follow me, turn your back on the holy one. Be drowned out by the burning sun." Yuki concluded, with a nod.

"Ugh! So horrible, my last one was so nice!" Namiko exclaimed melodramatically. "So, what does it mean?" Colline drawled lazily, highly amused by the outcome of this prediction. "Yeah, that one's not very clear is it?" Jiri asked totally into the moment. She was wide-eyed and Yuki couldn't help but giggle at her expression. She definitely had a fixation with the occult, and various other similar dimensions.

"Hai, you are correct. Although it seems to say that you will get jealous of some betrayal, try for revenge and burn in hell prematurely, what it's actually saying is that you'll be driven to bite the hand that feeds you, sort to speak. If you, in some way, become jealous of the one you love the most then you'll find that person has died before you're able to sort out your feelings…then you'll die by fire." Yuki pronounced as cheerily as if it weren't serious.

"There was an "if"…ne?" Namiko asked, sweatdropping. Yuki laughed. "Hai, hai." He waved off her concerns. "There's always an 'if.'" He said.

"Who's next?" He beamed happily and Jiri waved her arms excitedly. "Me, it's me! Yeah! Come on! It's meeeee!!" She said happily. "Okay, the excited little girl on the verge of hyperventilating. How about you?" Yuki asked in a cheesy announcer voice, rubbing the tip of his nose as he did.

Jiri elbowed Colline off and barreled Namiko over moving to sit in front of Yuki. Yuki smiled taking in her appearance and comparing her to Namiko's. Jiri was definitely larger than Namiko, however she was still shapely. The only way to describe her was pudgy and childish. Namiko's looks were much more refined, elegant even, while Jiri, when compared to her, was young and immature. She had shoulder length black hair and lovely grey eyes that put his pink ones to shame. He loved taking in her appearance because it was so different from the excepted norm of Societies' beauty it was drop dead gorgeous.

"Ne, Yuki, do me! Do me!" Jiri squealed bouncing up and down on her knees. Yuki smirked abstaining from answering that he already did, he most certainly was a promiscuous fellow in his hetero days…

"Cold bean butter on tart French fries." He answered to her pleas. She blinked and fell quiet. "In other words, try again later." He explained.

"What kind of (censured)1 ? You aren't a (censured)2 eight ball!" Jiri exclaimed loudly highly upset on her non-fortune. Yuki blinked owlishly before beginning to cry. "Ne, Jiri-Niisan! Hidoii" He cried flinging himself into Namiko's arms. "Tsk, tsk, Jiri, you shouldn't be so hard on our resident psychic."

"Eh, uh, guys, I'm going to be heading back now." Colline said, with a hint of warning. "Uh, hai. I'll be leaving too." Jiri stated following him out of the garden.

"Yes, ah, I'll be going too." Namiko said patting the boy's head. Before standing and taking her leave. "Love you, Yuki, come back sometime." She said winking before walking back into the restaurant. "Hm, I guess I came too late to really spend time with them." He speculated scratching his cheek with his finger. He shrugged turning to leave. He had to find Muraki after all.

"Are you supposed to be here?" Yuki's eyes grew wide. "Eh…I know that voice." He said frowning. He turned to regard the man who had stopped him and smiled sheepishly as recognition dawned on the security clerk's face. "You-"

"Eh, high Rigole. How's Metsu-chan?" Yuki asked inching away from the fuming "other man."

"You are not allowed on these grounds you homewrecker!" Rigole screamed angrily.

"Aww, I only burnt the kitchen down once!" Yuki whined, stalling for time. "That's not what I- urg! Stop running away! Come back here and die!" Rigole shouted after him as he took off in a safe looking direction. Rigole bounded after him, fury temporarily blinding him. Neither of them noticed the pair of verdant eyes following their departure.

•••••••••

"This is the door!" Yuki noted hurriedly as he began pounding on the door. He looked around to see if Rigole was in the general vicinity before turning back to the door and waiting for a reply. He looked around once more in a state of paranoia. He was sure he could feel eyes on him. Biting his lip furiously he was about to knock again when the door opened revealing a tall longhaired brunette. At this moment Yuki decided it was as good a time as any to die.

"Mibu-sama! Please, hide me!!" Yuki begged, down on his knees with his face to the floor. Oriya looked down at the kid on the floor and restrained himself from falling over. Was this the kid Muraki took in? Oriya turned to look at Muraki who seemed rather amused over the whole situation. "Yuki." Both Muraki and he declared at the same time. Yuki looked up sheepishly. "Konbanwa Sensei, Mibu-sama, fancy meeting you…both… here. Eh heh heh…eh heh…?"

"WHERE ARE YOU, YOU PIGFACED WHORE!"

"Waii! I'm not pigfaced!" Yuki cried, "I'm really cute." Oriya rubbed his temple.
"How do I get lumped with acquaintances such as this one?" He asked himself, disturbed.
"Get in here." He ordered and Yuki thanked him profusely before running into the room, somehow keeping his dignity. He ran in and hugged onto Muraki hiding himself in his coat. Muraki adjusted his glasses, ignoring the boy and watching as Oriya handled his security guard.

"Forgive me, Mibu-sama, but I'm afraid an intruder has entered the premises." Rigole reported, bowing to his superior. "You mean him?" Oriya asked stepping out of the way to showcase the boy who was cowering behind Muraki. Rigole's eyes grew wide. "Gomen, I wasn't aware he was one of your guests, Mibu-sama."

"Did you ask?" Oriya asked incredulously.

"No sir, I will be sure to ask in the future." The answer was coupled with a respectful bow. "Be sure that you do." Oriya said sternly with a dismissive note. Rigole reluctantly turned, glaring at Yuki, and left.

Yuki squealed delightedly. "Thank you Sama-san!" he said bowing low once again. "It's just that-"

"I didn't help you to hear your life story." Oriya stated striding back into the room His statement hadn't been cruel, but rather indifferent. "Hai, Mibu-sama!" Yuki said standing and wiping himself of.

"I was sure you told me you weren't going to get in trouble." Muraki admonished, Yuki blinked. "I didn't get in trouble," He explained, "I was already in trouble."

"I've always wondered if that type of knowledge was contagious, but it seems that it has passed from you, Kazutaka, right to your protégé." Oriya stated in jest. Muraki grinned.

" This time you can't blame me for this installment of insanity. He was this way before I found him."

"You expect me to believe that?" Oriya asked, his eyes flatlined. Muraki merely shrugged.

"Awww," Yuki cooed, "You two are the hottest thing since Sex in the City aired in Japan." He swooned, not being specifically serious or sarcastic. The glares he received were hardly worth the effort though. Without any prodding he walked to the door sulkily.

"Well, since you two are chatting I'm gonna head out." He said barely containing his disappointment. As he turned to go his eyes grew wide as an idea hit him.

"Oh, but, Mibu-sama, I was thinking perhaps you could accompany Muraki-san and I back to Tokyo in May, around the time of the Sanja Matsuri. You know, I was born during that festival! I was thinking, you know if Sensei doesn't mind, then we can celebrate my birthday. The three of us." Yuki watched both Muraki and Oriya, gauging how their response would be. Instead of waiting for the reply he shrugged and opened the door. "Of course it's just an idea. Perhaps if you two deliberate sometime in-between your makeout session we'll all be happy, ne?" He winked and smiled as he received a pointed glare and a raised eyebrow (respectively). "We'll-" Oriya faltered in his speech before looking to Muraki, "I'll at least think about it." He finished. Yuki snickered before striding out the door while humming Mendelssohn's "Wedding March."

"One last thing." He said popping his head back in the doorway. "What's the difference between Blondes and the beach?" he asked grinning.

"I wouldn't say I knew." Oriya answered not sure if he wanted to know either.

"This had better be a pressing answer." Muraki said, a threat evident despite his leaving it off the sentence. Yuki's smile grew wider. "A blonde has more crabs!" He said winking before running out of the room. The door abruptly shut behind him nearly whacking him in the behind. "Meow," He giggled, clawing at the air.

T.B.C.

Yay, I've got another one done! I'm so happy with my progress. Anyways, thank you for reading thusly. Thank you for all reviewers. And, if you didn't read the first time around I'm hosting a poll for future reference on my part. I'm hoping that you could either put MOTHER or DNA in your review. It will help me out most graciously. Thank you! Keep reading. I'm sure it gets better!

1Sorry, you have to use your imagination on this one
2 Yup, you guessed it, use your imagination!

Shrenee