Just a small warning: If you are the faint of heart or.. didn't like the party scene where everyone died.. there's another scene like that at the end.. so.. either deal with it or don't read it x-x. But I don't think that applies to anyone, so enjoy!

Red Kitsune Flames: But of course he is! He wouldn't be so cute and innocent if he wasn't. Thanks for reviewing!

Animestar73: Who could stay mad at a pretty boy giving you puppy eyes? Especially when he's this pretty boy? Thanks for reviewing!

Kuyeng13: That seems to be the popular opinion Thanks for reviewing!

L'Arc Hyde: That's because Belial never pays attention to the crap he spews and so he repeats himself a lot XD, no one cares, though, they're all swooning over his fake manners. Thanks for reviewing!

Acid Fire: I think we all know he is.. we just love him because he's pretty and will probably put out easily. Well, you don't, but you're weird. Thanks for reviewing!

"It's been a while." Eyes thought, glancing to his nightstand where a clear vase tinged with blue at the bottom sat, the rose he had received resting inside. It was only a few days since he had visited the castle and had that encounter with the boy whose name he failed to learn. Still, the redhead and the king both encompassed his thoughts, battling with each other for his full attention. His blue eyes closed as the first rays of the sunlight peeked through his sheer curtains-- a stark contrast to Kiyotaka's. "I wonder where that boy lives." Not that Eyes would ever dream of making a move so bold.

A knock on his door stirred him from his thoughts and a soft 'come in' ushered the youngest of his elder brothers inside. Azel smiled a knowing grin as he tilted his head, "Have fun last night?" he asked.

The older boy said the four words as if he knew something he shouldn't. The silver-haired brother sat up, his blankets pooling around his waist, "I don't know what you're talking about." He insisted, "But I had a fine time."

"News gets around fast." The eighteen-year-old said, chuckling, "There's already talk in town of some mystery boy going to the castle late at night and earning the favor of the king."

"Favor?" Eyes parroted, a small blush covering his cheeks, "I don't know why anyone would say that."

"Probably because Kiyotaka's been saying nice things about you." Another voice offered.

Blue eyes looked up to see the next eldest brother, Setsuna, leaning against the doorway. Azel snickered, his yellow orbs traveling back to his baby brother, "Seems he's got a crush."

"You're blowing things out of proportion." The youngest insisted.

"The public always does." Set agreed, "But Kiyotaka doesn't."

"What do you mean?" Eyes asked, warily.

"I mean the royal annoyance is waiting in the living room for you." A small laugh sounded as Eyes' blue orbs nearly bulged out of his head.

"Why didn't you say so sooner?" he demanded, jumping out from under the blankets and rummaging through his dresser.

"Because it's more fun to see you panic?" The blond-haired boy offered.

Azel just sighed, shaking his head, "Be nice." He scolded lightly, though his words naturally fell on deaf ears.

"Yeah, yeah." The elder one mumbled, waving a hand, "So, Eyes, I'll just tell Kiyotaka to come on in, then." Before the half-naked boy could protest, his brother had left the room.

"Uh..." The brunette looked to his younger sibling, sweatdropping, before heading out, "I'll go stop that mess."

Eyes sighed to himself, finally being left alone to change, which he did quickly. He ran a few digits through his hair before exiting his room, "I wonder what would bring him here." He pondered as he made his way out to the living room, "Maybe he really did miss me?" Hey, a boy could hope.

Sure enough, Kiyotaka was standing near the front door, leaning casually against a wall. Eyes glanced into the living room as he passed by to see his eldest brother, Faii, asleep on the couch. "He fell asleep while we were talking." The brunette explained, his voice a mixture of annoyance and just a bit of amusement.

Eyes sweatdropped, "Yes, he does that.. quite often." Kiyotaka simply nodded and glanced to the younger one when he said nothing else. Taking the hint, Eyes asked the first question to come to mind, "What brings you here?"

"You, of course." Because that answered his question so well.

"What about me, exactly?" the silver-haired boy wondered, trying to get any bit of information he could. Of course, Kiyotaka didn't give out information so easily, so instead of answering, he simply shrugged and headed out the front door. A quick glance back and Eyes took the hint, following the elder outside.

--

After a rather lengthy walk, the pair stopped at a meadow lined with willow trees. The morning mist was only partially cleared, and the valley-like area retained a mystic look to it. Eyes' breath caught in his throat at the sight, "Where are we?" he murmured, not wanting to stir the air anymore than necessary.

The man at his side shrugged again, "Nowhere special." He replied, his voice dying as soon as it left his lips, though it wasn't that quiet.

Blue eyes scanned the meadow and the trees, breathing in the cold, yet damp morning air. It smelled like it did after it rained, a sensation the young boy had always enjoyed. He closed his eyes, enjoying the stillness of the air for a moment before speaking again, "Do you know a boy with red hair and orange eyes?"

The question elicited a small shift from the brunette, "Why do you ask?" he questioned, avoiding the subject as best he could without ignoring it altogether.

"Well, I ran into him last night." Eyes continued, "He said he was at your party, so I thought maybe you knew him."

"I do." The stoic answer came. Eyes clearly didn't get the hint that the king didn't want to speak on the subject.

"What's his name?" he asked, timidly, looking to the royal man.

Kiyotaka paused before shaking his head, "It's not for you to be concerned with." He stated, sounding harsher than he meant it. Seeing that the comment caused the boy to cast his gaze back to the mossy plains, the brown-eyed man sighed, "Did he do anything?"

"No, not really." Though, it wasn't a totally truthful response. A small blush began to rush to the pale cheeks, "He just... introduced himself."

"He introduced himself and didn't give a name?" The logic was astoundingly simple, yet somehow didn't apply to the situation.

"No..." Eyes trailed off, wondering what all the conversation had been about. When he tried to think back, all he could remember were sweet words and the boy being a complete gentleman.

Kiyotaka just shook his head again and watched as the last of the mist cleared, "Belial, what are you up to now?" If anything, the boy was an annoyance that needed to be dealt with.

--

After another long walk and a few more glances and small smiles, the couple parted after a couple chaste kisses and Eyes returned to his home. It never occurred to him that Kiyotaka never stated a reason for coming to see him. The king returned to his castle and made his way into his room, but not before being stopped by his younger brother. "Kiyotaka." Ayumu called out, emerging from his own room.

"What?" came the annoyed response. His brother wasn't that horrible to deal with, but he could get clingy and dependent if left to his own devices.

"So mean." The messy-haired boy muttered under his breath, "Someone stopped by for you while you were gone."

"Have someone else take care of it." The king ordered, "I can't deal with every commoner that comes wanting an audience."

"Well..." The younger Narumi trailed off, biting his lip, "He didn't want to leave, exactly...and... he kind of.. stuck around?"

If looks could kill, Ayumu would be about 60 feet under. "Where?"

"Um..." Without saying another word, a slender finger pointed in the direction of the master bedroom.

The taller brunette scowled slightly and made his way into his bedroom where the unwanted guest awaited. Dark orange orbs glanced up as the double doors swung open to reveal the king, and the teen chuckled to himself at the annoyance his simple presence caused. Kiyotaka sighed in exasperation, "What do you want?"

"I don't want." Belial corrected him, lounging back on the large bed.

"Then leave." The remark came as he walked straight past the redhead to his window.

A small pout formed on black-painted lips, "But I just got here."

"And you've already worn out your welcome, I should have you put to death as it is." Kiyotaka threatened, not at all in the mood to deal with the obsessed boy. It was a pure stroke of luck on Belial's part that the two ever met in the first place and since that day, he hadn't stopped pestering the man.

"What have I done deserving of death?" he asked, tilting his head in mock confusion. He knew what Kiyotaka was speaking of, but found it fun to go around in circles with him.

"As an accomplice to murder. Not only of several people, but the king himself." The new king replied, not a hint of sorrow in his eyes as he spoke so casually about his father's death.

"Accomplice?" Belial echoed, "I was no such thing, do you really think I could have stopped him?"

"You could have tried, as it was, you went along with it."

"Well, of course I did." The black lips curved up as he chuckled-- a dry, mocking sound, "Why would I stop my dear from having his fun? Besides, I don't fight."

"And I'm sure he wouldn't have listened to you if you'd told him to stop." The sarcasm lacing his voice was undeniable, yet Belial did just that.

"Of course he wouldn't." He answered, mocking a serious look. In reality, his companion would have most likely done just that. Minor details weren't that important, though.

"Leave." Kiyotaka repeated himself, sighing again in annoyance.

"But..." The redhead started to object, pouting once more and joining the king at the window, wrapping his arms loosely around the taller one's neck and leaning into him.

"Now." The latter said, a bit more forcefully, nearly glaring at the wannabe girl.

"He's so sexy when he's treating me like shit." Belial thought, falling even harder by the moment. His lips met cool skin as he trailed kisses down his obsession's neck, "So mean."

The king pushed the younger boy off at the affection, mentally shuttering as his thoughts roamed over the possibilities of where that mouth had been. His gaze traveled to a nearby floor lamp, but he knew from experience that abusing the boy would only strengthen his resolve to stay. "Don't come back here." He said in a low voice, walking toward the doors he had entered through not ten minutes ago. There was a chance Belial would follow him, but more likely than not, he would leave for the time being.

Sure enough, the redhead sighed to himself, a decision to resign his pursuit of Kiyotaka's love for the moment. He chuckled, "Well, I won't come back to this room." He silently agreed, making sure to listen to his love all the while staying in close quarters. With that, he slipped out the open window and into the setting afternoon sun. In the darkest corners of the room, the shadows shifted just slightly.

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In another part of town, people were much happier and celebrating. A couple was standing before the alter, reciting their vows. Smiles and cheering sounded throughout the outdoor ceremony as the reverend spoke the final words to unite the man and woman as one. The young girl, barely even nineteen beamed as the man, easily in his mid twenties, who smiled back. The famous 'you may kiss the bride' was spoken and the newlyweds joined together for a kiss that started out all too innocent, a quick peck, then grew into something more passionate. The bride wrapped her arms around her new husband and smiled wider, if that was possible, into the kiss.

Suddenly, as if a bad storm were approaching all too rapidly, the entire area darkened. The sunlight was blacked out and the audience was engulfed in a black, wispy substance. "What is this?" one member muttered. As soon as he did, the creeping darkness swept into his mouth and down his throat as easily as the air itself, suffocating him. The people in the immediate area that could strain their eyes to see the body next to them. Their screams were cut short as they met the same fate as the first boy.

The bride and groom were the only ones left alive in mere seconds and had only now had time to react, breaking the kiss. As their lips parted, she gasped-- a soft sound that barely even registered in the deafening darkness. Before her husband could speak, he uttered a pained sound of his own, pulling his love closer as to protect her from what was harming him. To his despair, as he wrapped his arms around her small form, he found cold steel protruding from her back, identical to the sword that was embedded in his own body. The two leaned into each other, rejoining at their mouths, which now sported identical trickles of blood.

As their lives left them like a whisper, a soft chuckle sounded as if from all around. An invisible hand was waved and the shadows cleared to reveal the scene the gray-eyed boy had laid out. A satisfied grin covered the dark-haired boy's lips as he gazed over his work. Every seated boy and girl, every man and woman that had attended the glorious celebration was now collapsed onto the chair in front of them, slumped forward as if in a bow to the couple before them. Their arms lay limply at their sides, fingers intertwined with those next to them, or if seated in an end seat, their hands were clasped with the attendee across the isle. As it should be, the main event as at the alter, the bride and groom locked in their eternal kiss. A stream of shadow continued from the hilts of the thin swords protruding from their backs at a steep angle. The shadows formed what appeared to be the top of a heart, the swords continuing down and through the lovers to compose the bottom half. A dozen white roses were lined along the arch of shadow, dripping red with blood. The metal of the swords glistened in the setting sun with the couple's blood as well, giving the pair a dark and twisted wedding as well as a short and fitting end.

The cause of the scene chuckled to himself again, bowing to the corpses, "Congratulations." He whispered, tossing a pure, dark red rose at their feet, as untainted as their love. Turning from the scene, he exited via the shadows, which melted back into their normal state, leaving the bloody wedding to continue on.

And just in case you don't remember him, yes, this is the same boy from the party that killed Kiyotaka and Ayumu's father and.. damn near all the guests. What can I say? It's what he does, and he needed to let out a little frustration.. I'm sure you all can guess why... but perhaps not. It'll be obvious by the end of the fic. If you don't enjoy the gory scenes... well, too bad. XD, there will only be one more scene like the last one, so no worries. This was basically just random and to bring the character in a bit more and (hopefully) develop his personality a little. I'll stop ranting now