A/N: Well, well…Muraki is on his way, isn't he…Oh this is going to be loads of fun…Like I said…this will be a three-parter…This part might be slightly longer than the first do to its content. Enjoy!

Part Two

"Why am I here?" Kazutaka asked irritated in the direction of Uesugi Tamaya.

"I understand your loathing to be here, young master, but itwould seem irregular and suspicious if you did not attend this procession. To the outsiders, he was your dear elder brother after all."

"I think this occasion is already irregular…Saki…dying so soon after my mother and father. It's bound to cause talk amongst our neighbors. "

"That is why you must be here. To quell it."

"Unlikely…you can't stop the gossipmongers tongues from flapping…" He returned, brushing out the platinum blond with silver hair out of his eyes.

"Yes, of course."

He looked down at the picture of his elder brother, the late, Shido Saki and frowned inwardly. He would endure this if only for appearance, he decided stepping into line behind the priest. Yet, secretly he could not stand his brother and loathed to carry the picture of the demon within his hands as he had so lovingly did for his mother's. He'snot worth it… Kazutaka thought bitterly as he marched in time with the other's. His eyes rolled back to the corners to glimpse the casket behind him. What would they do if they knew what kind of boy he was….Would they love him then.. He gritted his teeth at this thought. Would they still mourn and pay their respects to a demon's child. To one descended from darkness? I doubt it highly…I doubt it very much. His grip tightened on the picture, his fingers digging into the glass threatening to break it by pressing in. His elder brother did not deserve such beloved praise! He would not speak great noble words, not never, even if the priest begged him to. Even if Uesugi begged him to.

A creature such as Saki did not deserve any words from him.

I will NEVER speak for you demon,….Rot and cry out in pain for your wretched existence…

"Master…we've arrived…"

Kazutaka stopped suddenly, releasing his hold on the picture. "So we have…To honor one who has passed on. The angel." He secretly produced a twisted smile. "My mother was the angel…Not this.." He jabbed the picture. "…beast…"

"I understand, young master."

"Do you, Uesugi? Do you truly?"

"Of course."

The priest then gave Kazutaka the go ahead and the boy placed his late brother's picture on the shrine's platform. He smirked inwardly when he thought of the simpletons that had come the night before granting him condolence. And he'd had to sit there like a good young man and accept them like a gracious host, eyes cast down, murmuring a quite thank you. How naïve they all were…

I couldn't care less for their practiced insincere condolences….Saki was nothing to me…Not in life nor in death….For all I care he could die ten times over and I at this moment could not care less.

"But I want to be your destroyer…" He murmured low so know one could hear him. "I want to be the one to send you to your doom….Your death will be terrible…and it will be all at my hands, Saki!"

The lone Muraki child entered his room, loosening his tie and throwing it carelessly onto the bed.
"Did you see them, Saki?" He asked with a crooked smile. "All acting like they cared, fawning at my feet for someone none of them had ever laid eyes on much less talked to. Why are humans so insincere?" He glanced towards the large full moon and this time frowned. "You weren't worth the
time they spent praising you, Saki, but everyone treated you as if you were some golden boy…" He whipped off his jacket and angrily tossed it aside. "What would they think, if the golden boy they admired so much, if they found out you were nothing but DEMON!" He picked up his mother's hair brush and tossed into the mirror and his dresser. He always seemed to be throwing his mother's things when he was angry. He didn't mean to but he did it none the less.

He stared at a picture that had fallen on the floor. A picture of him and Saki, acting like brothers. They had both been hypocrites at that time but Saki had been one most of all. "You didn't fool me!" He whispered picking the frame up. "You didn't fool me one bit. You might have fooled mother, dear o-nii-san…But you NEVER fooled me!" His eyes blazed as he smashed the picture down over one of the bed post, piercing the photo through and puncturing the glass.

One stray piece came up and struck him in the right eye. Yet, somehow he felt no pain and the blood coursed down his cheeks with Kazutaka grinning like a madman.

"I'll kill you if it's the last thing I do, Saki!" He raged at the broken picture. "If the Devil himself offered me a chance to destroy you I'd gladly take it! Do you hear me Devil….I offer you my soul…anything in exchange to kill that creature who called himself my brother!"

He started to cackle manically.

Red light filled the room.

Do you…Do you really mean it…

"YES! Of course!" He shouted to the dark voice. "Take anything you wish! I will do you bidding if only to kill that bastard, Saki!" He reached up to his right eye and started to dig his fingers in, blood pouring more. "In fact.." His grin was pure insanity as he wrenched his eye from its socket. "HAVE MY RIGHT EYE IN EXCHANGE, DEVIL! IT'S OF NO USE TO ME ANYMORE!"

He kept laughing ignoring the pain as darkness crowded the room and the red light that flashed on and off. To anyone it would sound as if young Muraki Kazutaka had gone completely insane with blood streaming down his face from his empty eye socket and hand outstretched with his right eye lifted in offering the Devil.

A/N: All I've got to say is…YIKES! I really did a number on this part….shivers