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-Don Juan (to the Devil): It is the success with which you have diverted the attention of men from their real purpose… that has earned you the name of The Tempter."
-George Bernard Shaw
It was twilight and the sky above Japan looked as though it was on fire as soft clouds swept by the harsh winds that had suddenly settled on the town. Silhouetted against the sun was a figure standing on top of a building. His arms crossed over his chest, it was the most recent villain for the Spirit Detectives who, so far, was called Lucas, though he refused to tell what his real name was. Blowing carelessly around his face was his soft blonde hair, cut since the last time the son of King Enma had seen him. Glasses missing from his face his eyes were scanning the city below him as though he owned it. Finally his eyes alighted on something and he smiled calmly, stepping off the ledge of the ten story apartment and fell quietly to the pavement, his boots connecting toe to heel with no discernable sound. Clothing settling back around his body he pulled slightly at the cuffs of his jacket before walking after a young woman ten feet in front of him.
Heels pounding angrily against the floor, she flicked her long, bleached blonde hair over one shoulder as she stormed off down the streets of Japan. Dressed in a cute pair of jeans and a warm wool pea coat with her hands shoved deep into her pockets she looked off, angry, tears welling up in her eyes.
"I… I can't believe that good for nothing…" she muttered off, making her way to a small bench outside the nearby park.
Falling gratefully onto the metal, barred seating, she leaned on her knees, tears falling off her eyes and splashing wetly onto the pavement. Taking in a deep, shuddering breath she suddenly became aware that someone was behind her by the soft whisper of a swishing jacket.
"You look like your having a bad day," a smooth voice said to her. It was smooth and kind, as though the speaker knew what had happened to her and was telling her that everything would be alright.
"You have no idea," she bitterly replied, wiping the tears off her face as the speaker moved over and sat down next to her.
"Here."
In front of her face was a hand, smooth, pale and finely manicured. Clasped between the long fingers was a square of fine cloth, a handkerchief. Taking it gently, she thought to herself who exactly carried around those things anymore. Shrugging to off she wiped her face off and looked at the man.
Staring at her with a look of obvious concern was a man straight out of fairytale. Taking his hand away from her he tucked it back into the pocket of his trench coat as though to ward off the chill that was beginning to fall onto Japan's streets. Quickly he tucked his bangs behind his eyes, fingers brushing against the silver hoops that ran through the lobe. Smiling at her, his nose wrinkled just slightly in an endearing fashion.
"Mind telling me exactly what happened?"
Next thing she knew it all came out. She had been dating this guy; they graduated from the same high school and only recently found each other. They were sitting on a park bench, just like the one they were on now, when suddenly, it hit her. He'd been cheating on her with her best friend. Upset, she confronted him. As it turned out it was true. This was where she stopped and broke out into uncontrollable sobs, her fingers grasping desperately onto his jacket.
"It's alright… you're fine…" the man comforted her, running his cold hand over her soft, fine hair.
"I… I would do anything to get him back…" she muttered off finally once the sobs that had wracked her body had subsided, leaving her shaking slightly.
"…" at first he was quiet then, "… anything?"
She frowned slightly, her brows furrowing. There was something odd in his voice, it seemed to tremble slightly with an odd sort of eagerness, like a puppy waiting for its masters call after waiting for so long. Thinking it'd be best to see what the man's expression was she tried to look up, but found his hand still, ever so gently pressing her face down so all she could see was his jacket.
"You said you'd do anything, Michiko… do you mean it?" he whispered, his oddly cool breath washing over her ear, making her long to shiver but her entire body seemed frozen.
'How does he know my name?' she thought off to herself as his hand now had begun to absentmindedly braid her long locks.
"Well, I can make sure you and your boyfriend, Hiroshi, will live and love until last days of your lives… what do you say? Will you still to anything?"
It was odd to her, his voice sounded so warm so how could his body be so cold? The chill that seemed to flow off him had long since begun to make her shiver so she clutched tighter to his chest and was surprised to find that where his heart should be was warm. To be more accurate, it felt as though he was burning, as though a fire was contained just in the one place, burning forever.
"I… I…" she couldn't think straight as the heat against her face began to addle her brain, making her sleepy. Didn't she want to be together with Hiroshi forever? "Yes… I want to be with him… to forget the affair… for him to love only me forever..." Michiko mumbled, curling up against his entire body now, just to get closer to him.
"Then make a deal with me. I'll ensure that Hiroshi will forget that friend of yours and love only you until the day he dies, and you will do the same. Nothing shall tear you apart… but I won't do this for free," the man, added, lingering the last part, waiting for her to ask.
"Mmm…." She sighed and then spoke up again, "What do you want?"
"All I ask for is your soul."
"My soul?" Michiko giggled as though it was funny, "I think I might need that to live, you know?"
"Don't be silly, I'm not asking for it now. I'll just collect it when you've died and I've upheld our end of the deal? So how does that sound?"
No matter how hard Michiko tried to think it over her mind just wandered off as her every thought kept trying to call her to sleep. It didn't really seem like that bad of deal though. All she had to do was make a deal… and who needed a soul once your dead?
"Fine… It's a deal…"
Suddenly he began to move until he was standing and he made sure she was sitting, if not haphazardly, on the bench. Sweeping elegantly onto her knees, his coat's hem billowed and fanned out on the pavement. Bowing courteously, he took her hand in his own and out of nowhere procured a thick, cream colored scroll of parchment. She could see it was written in some ancient language. Her eyes scanned down it and she read:
Ut subcribo meus animus super , Ego Michiko , quaeso vita of diligo quod perpes bliss per meus impono…
She got exactly that far before her eyes again wandered and she stared at the man, who stared at her almost hungrily but with a painful sort of sadness lingering just behind it in his bright blue eyes.
"Simply sign you name," he held out his hand which clasped a thin black pen that looked as though it could break the speed limit.
Awkwardly taking it from his hand, she was about to set the tip on the paper when a voice called out.
"Ma'am! Ma'am! There you are!"
Surprised and suddenly scared, Michiko looked over to see a young man running towards them, her purse swinging from one of his hands.
"Good, Ma'am! I was hoping to find you! You left this at the deli!"
Sure enough, he still wore the apron of a deli worker, his soft brunette hair pulled away from his face with a thin white ribbon.
"Oh…" confused, Michiko stood up and took it from him just as her cell phone began to ring. Picking it up, she walked off, chatting with her boyfriend, who was apologizing, crying to her about how badly he loves her and wants he to give him another chance. With that she headed back to the apartment that they shared, the memory of the man she had snuggled against now fading, and she vaguely wondered why some of her hair was braided.
"Dammit…" the man muttered off, watching as she left and he glanced down at the still unsigned contract.
"Hm, don't you just love a happy ending?" the deli worker sighed, grinning over at the tall blonde mysteriously.
Annoyed at the anonymous good guy, Lucas took a good look at the guy. Just barely shorter than him, he had eyes the same color of blue as his own which were smiling genially at the disappearing figure of Michiko. Though he had a deli frock on, underneath he wore a pair of pale blue jeans and a pure white oxford shirt, unbuttoned around the neck, revealing perfectly tan skin.
"Mm… yes… a happy ending," Lucas replied tersely, rolling his eyes. With a wave of his hand the parchment burst into flames and the pen remained to be tucked into a hidden pocket of his jacket.
"Makes it all worthwhile, no? So lucky I found that purse," the deli guy added nodding his head appreciatively.
"Luck has nothing to do with it," Lucas muttered off, glaring at an innocent piece of shrubbery nearby, imagining what he wished to be doing to the young man next to him, as he appeared to be barely older than 21.
"I really do wish them the best," the man added, smiling cheerfully while crossing his arms over his chest.
"Oh would you take that hideous frock off? You look ridiculous," Lucas snapped, turning on the man who just stared at him with mockingly innocent eyes.
"But why? I think this color is actually really flattering," the man replied, waving expressively at the apron that was a dark navy blue that complemented his tan skin and pale eyes.
"Honestly…" Lucas groaned, hiding his face in one hand while the man snickered and by the time he looked up again, the offending garment was vanishing in a flash of white light soon after the man removed a pale pair of silver rimmed glasses from one of the pockets.
"There, any better?" he asked politely, holding his hands out, palms up as though offering a truce.
"Slightly. You do realize my existence would be a lot easier if you people would just stop nagging me at every chance I get for a decent deal?" Lucas sighed, looking up at the sky with bored eyes.
"Yes, we do, but it's not entirely as though you don't give us a hard time all by yourself," he retorted optimistically, turning his own gaze upward to see what Lucas was staring at while pushing the glasses up the bridge of his nose, making sure the legs were snugly tucked behind he his ears.
"Hah, you should just leave me to my own device and I'll just leave you to yours, would it really be that hard?" Lucas asked, pushing his hair out of his face.
"Now, THAT would be impossible. Hm… So what exactly are you doing here?" the man began to walk off, Lucas following to keep the conversation going.
"Me? I thought I deserved a vacation."
"And you normally work on your vacations…?"
"Now that you mention it, no… but some spirit detectives put in a rather foul mood."
"Hm… THAT is certainly an impressive feat. Of course, I can't blame you, they really are a nuisance," the man sighed at the last part and tucked his hands into the pockets of his pale jeans and strolled off all the more merry.
"To annoy you? I don't really know what I'm going to do with them!" Lucas laughed at the last part, casting a sideways glance at the man beside him. Just for an instant he could see a pair of white wings coming off the man's back, simply a phantom relief of moonlight that disappeared when Lucas took a closer look.
"What are you planning to do?" the man asked apprehensively, squinting suspiciously at Lucas.
"Mm… whatever are you implying?" his eyebrows shot up incredulously as he stared at the brunette. "Are you trying to say that I might do something… bad to those Detectives?"
"Oooh… I know you to well, you old Devil, so don't try to act all blameless with me!" the brunette cried out wretchedly, wringing his hands together.
"I will simply go to see them, if they choose to attack, I'll more than gladly fight back," Lucas replied calmly, patting the man next to him on the shoulder.
The man could only sigh as he walked silently next to Lucas, both getting momentarily lost in their own thoughts before Lucas spoke.
"As much as I adore spending time with you and you kind… you must excuse me… I must find some kind of lodgings."
"Oh… alright," the brunette replied slightly.
"Mm…" the man hummed off slightly and then turned around, facing the brunette again and completely forgetting his hunt for lodgings. "You really are horrible, Michael." One hand dug around in his pocket until it finally procured a sleek silver Zippo lighter and a crumpled packet of unfiltered cigarettes. The brand's name had been worn away from the amount of time it had been crushed. Effortlessly he flipped the lighter open with a flick of the wrist and a small flame began to flicker. Within seconds he was sucking almost reverently, breathing the smoke slowly out of the side of mouth.
"That's a disgusting habit. It'll turn your lungs black," the brunette called Michael wrinkled his nose slightly even though, oddly, there was no smoky smell in the air. Thinking about it for a moment, he noticed that his glasses had slid to the tip of his nose and with his middle and forefinger he pushed them back up to their rightful places.
"Do you think I really care all that much? Besides, then my lungs will match my heart, eh?" Smiling wryly, Lucas pulled the cigarette away from his mouth, breathing out slowly, making small nimbus clouds drift off into the freezing cold air.
"Still… it's revolting," Michael waved offhandedly while fanning some of the lingering smoke away from his clothes.
"Sure, sure… but it doesn't stink, does it?" Lucas cocked his eyebrow at his sort of "companion" and smirked, taking another long drag.
"Hmmm…" Michael pressed his lips together and made an odd sort of nagging hum before he looked off and sighed. "I have to go. Urgent business and all."
Before explaining exactly what the "urgent business" was, Michael was gone in flash of pure light and a soft flurry of pure white feathers. Lucas sighed, making sure to steer clear from the feathers like the plague and looked off, twirling the cigarette casually between his two fingers. The glowing red tip left trails of light as it spun in circles until he looked off, snuffing against the garbage can nearby and walked off, tossing the wasted butt away with a cool flick of his fingers.
Mind now wandering he began to muse on his short attention span, but quickly forgot what he was thinking and decided instead to try and figure out what to do with those spirit detectives. Deciding instead to wander around the forest just a bit longer he sighed, strolling slowly between the trees, his eyes meandering around the darkness though it had never once bugged his vision.
"Hmm…. Damn…" Lucas muttered off the last part, running his hands through his hair absentmindedly as he finally headed out, curious as to where he was going to find lodging this late at night.
Oh well, there was one perk about being "evil".
No need for reservations.
-Tren: Well, end of chapter three…
Keichi: AND STILL NO ACTION!
Tren: Yeah, yeah… we have to wait for the Reikai Tentai to do something dumb.
Keichi: Mmm hmm. Knowing Kazuma and Urameshi… well… (Looks off frankly) it won't take long.
Tren: Of course, thanks to all of you who are willing to read this, it means a lot. Also, who do you think Lucas is?
Keichi: Most of them have already guessed.
Tren: Wow…. (looks off at computer) your right. Also, check out my other fanfics if you want!
Keichi: Yeah, if you want (sarcasm)
Tren: Anyway, lets answer these reviews!
Keichi: People… reviewed? (cocks eyebrow, surprised and suspicious)
Tren: Yes… (death glare) yes they did! So let's answer them!
Keichi: Alright, first off we have Sabs… she's knows the answers to her review and all…
Tren: Yups… so onto M0nk3ys (names has been shortened for our sanity)
Keichi: Yeah, you don't know a lot of things? Allllllright…
Tren: Glad you like it!
Keichi:onto inkheart
Tren: Glad to see you've found some of my other fics. Yeah, 'rents don't know about my fanfics… glad you love it! Lucas… he's not so original, though the way he acts is kinda new… I love the fact that you give such long reviews, it makes all this writing totally worthwhile. Thanks!
Keichi: Onto Niana Kuonji.
Tren: Glad you like, yeah, Hiei's oddly quiet but then again, with all the crap Hiei's done, you just know he's made a deal somewhere back when… did you friend like this? Or read this for that matter?
Keichi: next is simply Amanda… glad you find this interesting?
Tren: and shadowcat, you are nice a blunt. Yeah, Lucas is… well… keeping that hidden.
Keichi: And last of all, Uma (again, name shortened) thanks! Glad it's still awesome
Tren: Until next time, Cheerio!
