A/N: Bipolar people are cool. I think I'm bipolar because at times I act really nice…dark, but nice. Other times, I'm a total bitch and just seem to snap. It's been happening more often, though, and that worries me. I'm not usually a person to worry, so you know that this is bad. I got in trouble for bringing knives to school the other day. Why, you might ask? It's a free country. That, and I was cutting myself in the bathroom, and outside at P.E. I don't hurt other people, only myself. I'm a very depressed individual, and I blame society and Polaris for that. I guess she and everyone else fall into "society" category, though. So, any breathing, living human is to blame I guess. With that said, enjoy this now meaningless chapter of my fanfic. I'm going to continue cutting myself and hope you all leave your reviews.

Polaris18: You know, you should change your penname. You're 19…almost 20 now. Looking at it pisses me off. Don't get me wrong, I love you to death, but…it's…that name….change it. Change it now. And update. I know this had nothing to do with your review, but I felt I had to say it. And thank you for saying that this fanfic isn't unpleasant. Your "smash his head in with a metal pipe" comment gave me an idea. Thank you. True, it's not Hizumi's fault he's so angry, but he just doesn't know how to deal with it. If you were in his position, you'd be angry too.

KousukeAsazuki: Ayumu…..nice. Yes, well, it only stands to reason. He is god's brother after all. Just like Hizumi is devil's brother. Now that Kiyotaka (supposedly in the anime) is dead or something like that, Ayumu took his place as God, and hope for the Blade children. He's offering them their salvation…exactly like a god. And vice-versa for hizumi…he's out to lead God (Ayumu) and the fallen angels (the blade children) to their demise. Hence, his title "devil"…like his brother. Anyway, Hizumi and Ayumu can't kill themselves. It's been tried before…Hizumi tried multiple times in the manga to kill himself, but it simply can't be done. Thank you. I suppose I've forgotten that this was simply for my enjoyment…but it would be nice if I had just the same two reviewers. And I don't mind your long reviews.

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'Am I really that much like my brother?' Hizumi had to ask as he watched Narumi walk away; leave him like so many others had done before. The last thing he wanted was to follow the same path as his brother. "Yaibadamnit." The boy cussed; more out of habit than frustration. 'Of course I'm like him. I'm his clone.' He realized with a sigh.

Who's fault was it really? Was it Yaiba's fault for creating him and designing him to be his exact duplicate? Yaiba; the creator designed his children to have their own free will up until a certain age, at least. 'If that was the case, then do I have free will, too? Did my brother give me that privilege, or am I different from the Blade Children?' a slight frown curved his lips at the thought of his brother being so cruel as to deny him that one, single pleasure. Without his own free will, everything he fought so hard to deny didn't matter. In the end, it all boiled down to one question. 'Do I have my own free will, or have I been controlled by my brother from the beginning?' In truth, he was just tired of questioning himself and his existence. That was all his life had become; a riddle wrapped in a mystery that could never be solved. 'Maybe I'm not meant to know. Figures. I'm left in the dark about everything. I go through my life asking questions that I'll never get the answers to, and in the end, absolutely nothing will be accomplished.' Mizutsuro concluded. 'I guess my brother really knew what he was doing. Leaving all of us in the dark like this, but for me, even moreso. If he wants something to stay hidden, he really doesn't kid around.' Hizumi thought, with a light shake of his head. He had gone to the park in hopes to clear his head, but all he ended up with was a headache and questions that couldn't be answered. He would've laughed at the irony of it, if it wasn't for the fact that it seriously pissed him off.

Deciding that it was useless to further question his brother's motives and give himself an even bigger headache, he followed some distance behind Ayumu on the path that led out of the park. Despite having stood fixated to that one spot near the fountain for quite some time, he had found that the brunette hadn't really left him entirely. Either Narumi had been walking slowly, or he was waiting for Hizumi to stop daydreaming and follow him. 'But for what reason would he want me to follow him, damnit?' Hizumi asked, furrowing his brow, then deciding that he wasn't going to get an answer by simply pondering what the boy had up his sleeve. "Hey! Narumi!" he called out to the boy, almost instantly regretting it.

Ayumu paused, stopping and looking back to see who had called him. "Hm?"

Hizumi felt the urge to run and catch up with him, but he stopped abruptly when Ayumu glanced at him. "Uh…why'd you wait up for me?"

"What do you mean? I'm just walking home." The brunette sighed. He knew Hizumi was right in a way. If he really wasn't waiting for him, then he should've been out of the park by now, but instead, he had only traveled a few meters from the fountain.

"It doesn't make sense." Hizumi spoke, deciding to approach the boy. Nothing could happen if he just moved a bit closer, right? Ayumu wasn't the type of person to suddenly attack him if he didn't have a reason to feel threatened or provoked. Besides, in a fight, Hizumi would have a clear advantage. "If you wanted to leave, you would've been gone already." Hizumi explained. "The entrance to the park is three meters from here, and doesn't even take two minutes to reach that point. I stood at the fountain for a good five minutes, at least, after you decided to walk away. It's obvious the equation doesn't add up, so it's my conclusion that you were waiting for me for some reason."

"That's some pretty amazing reasoning you've got there." Ayumu spoke, staring at the mint-haired boy. "Even so, I bet you still can't figure out why I chose to wait up for you, if that's really what I was doing."

"Uh…" Hizumi choked out, cursing himself for not having the answer. He was outdone by Narumi yet again. 'D-damnit…' he mentally cussed. 'Before Narumi….before him….I find myself faltering every time….but why?' he asked, suppressing a growl, as well as the urge to shrink away. 'Why am I inferior to him?'

Flashback

"Kanone." Eyes whispered as he gazed out of the window of his penthouse. He had just received the news of his lover's demise, done by Hizumi's hand. Eyes always knew Kanone was stronger than any of them, when it came to sheer endurance, but there wasn't anyone who could survive six rounds to the chest and live to tell about it. Unless Kanone was saved by some sort of miracle…but no. None of the Blade Children could ever hope to receive such a blessing.

"I'm not sorry I did it." Hizumi explained, after giving Eyes the details. "He wanted me to kill him, and I did. That's all there is to it. There's no logic or anything to it. Just plain and simple death."

"I understand." Eyes spoke, putting the younger boy's mind at ease.

It was the last thing Hizumi ever thought Eyes would say. Here, he just killed Rutherford's childhood friend and lover, and he says it's ok? "Why am I like this?" he questioned, figuring that if no one else had the answer, Eyes would. "Why am I like this, not just with Kanone, but with Ayumu, too? Why can't I kill him as easily as I did Kanone? Why do I hesitate?"

"There are many reasons to that, Hizumi. One may be because you're unsure if it's alright to kill him or not. There is, however, one reason that stands out from amongst the others." He explained.

"And what's that?" Mizutsuro asked, despite already knowing the answer.

"It's because you're a devil." Eyes replied, showing him the truth, despite Hizumi's disliking of it, the reason why he faltered in the presence of Ayumu. "And, as such, you fear him. You fear the light he casts that obliterates your darkness…"

"The…light…?" Hizumi parroted, finally beginning to realize. 'Of course. He's their hope, after all. And Yaiba's intention was for me to crush that hope and exterminate that pathetic light….the light that brightened the Blade Children's dark futures….'

"Hizumi…" Eyes glanced over his shoulder at the troubled teen. "Do you know what 'Christos' means?" That British accent became softer, gentler, as if he were talking to a child.

"No…" the young devil replied, frowning that he didn't have the answer.

Rutherford continued with a slight nod, understanding that Hizumi probably wasn't familiar with the word since he acted as its opposite. Yaiba had probably clouded the boy's mind to the point where it was crippling, and Hizumi had to rely heavily on his word like it was law; almost like a master/servant relationship. He had to wonder…..was Yaiba really that cruel? "Did you know that "Christos" is a Greek word meaning "messiah" or "savior"? I wonder…who do you think lives up to that role, at least, for the Blade Children, anyway?"

"Ayumu…" Hizumi relied without hesitation. 'It's always Ayumu…'

"Thus the reason why you falter before him. It's only natural for the devil to falter in god's presence." The Brit. explained, turning away from his window and sauntering over to the distraught boy. Slowly, he lowered himself onto one knee, bringing out his hand to caress that soft cheek that was wet with tears. A slight frown played upon his lips, and he briefly memorized the moisture that kissed his palm. It was a rare thing for Hizumi to shed tears, and even rarer to do so in front of anyone, so he took the time to cherish it, memorize it, and keep it locked away. "Hizumi….look at me." He pleaded with the devil, in hopes to get him to open up. Softly his thumb traced the outline of his cheek, wiping away a fresh tear.

"I don't want this. I don't want to be known as a devil." The mint-haired boy sobbed quietly, his hand fisting against the couch cushions. "I'm not my brother…."

End Flashback

'It's because you're a devil.' Eyes' voice echoed in Hizumi's head. 'A devil.'

'Am I really?' Mizutsuro wondered, noticing that Ayumu was suddenly much closer to him than he had been.

'I'm not my brother.'

That's right. 'I remember crying.' Hizumi thought, trying to drown out the voices that sounded in his head, and focus more on trying to figure out what Narumi wanted. Too close. He was too close. Hizumi took a step back, in attempt to distance himself from Ayumu; from the savior; from the light. "Hikari…" the word left Hizumi's parted lips in the form of a gasp, and he didn't know what he had said until it was too late.

"What?" Narumi frowned slightly at the word.

Another gasp left his lips, this time, at the realization of the predicament he had somehow put himself in. In attempt to cause a diversion, he licked his all too dry lips and opened his mouth to give a reply, a change of topic, even, anything that would lessen the tension that could be felt in the air between them. 'Why did you wait for me?' the question rose to the front of his mind, but was never voiced.

As soon as those soft, pink lips parted, Narumi dove down on them, like a hawk, framing Hizumi's face with his hands, and crushing his lips to the softer, wetter ones.

Hizumi's eyes widened, and a light blush rose to color his soft, peach colored cheeks. As soon as their lips met, he couldn't breathe. He didn't know if it was because of the shock of being kissed by his rival, or if it was because Ayumu and the kiss took his breath away. Either way, he really didn't care. It was wrong. Bottom line.

'He's trembling.' Ayumu noticed, wondering why someone who seemed to be so damn headstrong and stubborn would falter and even tremble before him. 'Hizumi…you don't have to be afraid….' A hand traveled down, reluctantly leaving Hizumi's soft cheek and moved to wrap around his waist in attempt to calm him down a little. 'I guess since he's not pushing me away, that's a good thing….maybe he really does want my help….' Slowly, he brushed his tongue over that trembling bottom lip, asking for entrance into that soft, warm, inviting mouth. Hizumi didn't respond, so he took it as a yes, slipping his tongue into those moist confines and tasting the sweetness behind the bitterness the boy always displayed. He tasted like strawberries.

'Wrong!' Hizumi's mind screamed at him, but he was paralyzed with shock at what Narumi was doing to him. 'It's wrong!' How could it be wrong when this was what he wanted all along? Someone to love him? Someone to hold him close and kiss away his doubts and fears…. 'He's your enemy!' Close….Narumi was… 'Too close!' Mizutsuro's eyes widened even more, if possible, and he was thrown back into reality. 'Narumi's lips…so warm…' he thought, before some other part screamed at him again. 'He's your enemy!' His arm shot out, shoving the boy away from him. "No!" Hizumi yelled, panting slightly, and feeling somewhat violated. "Stay the hell away from me!" His mind was still fuzzy from having being kissed senseless, and already he longed to be back in Narumi's arms; to have all his troubles vanish with a mere kiss. 'It's the lust, ignore it. Lust isn't the same as love. He doesn't love me. He never loved me. He's my enemy.' The mint-haired devil reasoned, trying to clear his mind. 'Hikari will never love Yami….' "Stay the hell away from me, damnit! Don't kiss me, don't come near me, don't even talk to me! I hate you!"

Ayumu stood, transfixed to the spot were he stood. Hate was such a strong word, but he really didn't expect anything less to come out of Hizumi's mouth. 'That soft, sweet mouth….' Narumi thought, wanting to claim those soft lips as his, and delve like a man starved into that lush, strawberry flavored mouth. "Hizumi…"

"Shut up!" Mizutsuro growled angrily, running past the confused boy and out of the park. All he wanted to do was get home and even have Kirie yell at him for worrying her. He really didn't mind it so much, now. 'Kirie…' Hizumi longed to be back home where he could just forget everything and hope never to leave her side, in fear of the world he had been to abruptly thrown into; a world of love and compassion. 'It this really what I want?' Narumi had thrown him into this foreign world so suddenly, he wasn't sure of what he really wanted now. He needed time. Time to see on his own…that love could exist for him…and that it was waiting, forever waiting…for him to step into the light and break free from the darkness that was his brother.

A/N: I'm wondering…is Hizumi really that dense, or is he just afraid of getting caught up in something he doesn't understand? How…ironic….my own creation….it's perplexing even me….I'm assuming that it would be difficult for anyone, really, to suddenly get thrown into a world of love and to be accepted when your entire life has been the exact opposite. Poor Hizumi.