Summary: Yuki is a cold-blooded assassin. He had always believed that he would be alone, that he would always wallow in darkness. Tohru was the girl he saved from a fire. Everything changed from there. Now he believes that Tohru was a burden to him that she was a weakling that clung onto him, messing up his life. Then, he found out that whatever he had believed, was wrong.
Key: "…"- speech
'…'- thoughts
Disoriented Fabrications
Chapter 1- Heart of Darkness
'Cold, bloodshed, loneliness and darkness…'
It was a clear night. No clouds hung in the sky to blot out the velvet of black. Nor did any stars shine. Only the full moon was up, eerily casting its light. The moon of bloodshed and killing.
In the heart of a building, blood had been spilled. It was cold and dark, the only light coming from badly placed candles. What little light there was only showed glimpses of the numerous bodies littering the ground and the blood that had splattered all over the walls.
In the midst of the gore, were two men, the only two left alive in the blood-splattered room.
One of them lay on the floor, his clothes all tattered and sprinkled with blood. A large, gaping wound was at his side, blood still flowing out of it. His eyes were filled with terror as he stared at the person in front of him.
His companion was a young man, though clad in a mature suit of working clothes and a grey-white trench coat thrown over it, could not have been more that 17 or 18. His hair was a silverish-grey, cut to the nape of his neck. His body was slim like a young boy's, but there was an indescribable strength and power hidden in his slim frame. And the man and those dead around him should know, for the fragile looking person was the one who had caused all the bloodshed as easily as one would have breathed.
And the young man's eyes. A soft lavender-gray in colour, they seemed so lifeless, so unemotional, as if his soul had left him.
'How could someone so young have those sort of eyes?' the man on the floor wondered, 'It just looks like the irony of a cruel twist of fate!'
The young man drew out a silver gun from the folds of his coat, aiming it at the other man. The man started in alarm.
"Wait! Don't kill me! Please!" he pleaded in his panic.
"Don't kill you?" the young man said as if it was a foreign tongue, "I'm afraid that's not possible. Besides, Akito ordered you death."
"Akito?" the man said sharply, "How are you related to him?"
"I'm his cousin." The young man answered, "But I'm more like a mindless puppet to him. For him to play out his sadistic games."
The man stared wordlessly at the young man's nonchalance, "Just… who are you?"
"Who am I?" the young man smiled, a smiled so fake and thin, "I'm, Yuki Sohma. Just most called me by my nickname: the Nezumi Youkai"
"The Nezumi… Youkai?" the man said in disbelief.
The Nezumi Youkai, the top assassin in the world, wanted by every state. The one who had killed thousands, smothering life after life just like one disposed of rubbish. The one with eyes like the eyes of the devil himself.
"Correct." Yuki said softly, before loading a bullet, "Rest in peace."
In the pull of a trigger, and a deafening bang, the man hit the floor, never to rise again.
'Cold, bloodshed, loneliness and darkness…'
Yuki glanced around the room, eyeing the blood that had painted the walls.
He stared at his hands. The hands that had killed so many. The hands that were covered in blood that would never be washed away.
He wondered tiredly, yet again, if this would ever stop. If he could escape from all the bloodshed, from all the darkness, from all the loneliness, from all his guilt. And lead a normal life.
No, he could never do that. That was an answer his heart had known since all this began. Nothing would ever change. He would always be a pawn of Akito, satisfying his every whim.
His heart would always be lonely, with no one to share his joys, his sadness, and his guilt.
He would continue to kill other, slaughter them one by one, spilling their blood.
He hands would always be tainted by the blood of others, and his heart and soul would always be filled by the overwhelming darkness.
In all, Yuki would always believe…
That his heart would never have any room for light… for hope… anymore…
Only that his heart would be filled with the eternal presence of cold, bloodshed, loneliness…
…and darkness…
Author's Notes: Hello everyone… This is my first fanfic here as most of you can see… so I'd be thankful for anyone to show me the ropes… hehe!
Nezumi Youkai: Rat Phantom (Loosely translated)