Story I created about my second anime/manga character of all time, Muraki, and how he got the way he is. I also included Saki, because I believe, he's a MAJOR factor in Descendants of Darkness. Just for you to know, this does have some mild shonen-ai.

The office room was filled with an eerie silence. No lights were on or candles lit, to break the darkness of the night. A long-back chair of the finest oak, was set beside the window that took its place from ceiling to floor.

A man about he age of 37 rested in the chair with his legs crossed in an eloquent manner. Many thought this mysterious man was an angel, a gift from the Heavens above. But who would think otherwise? For he was dressed in a crisp and clean suit of the purest white, and his beautiful hair was the shade of silver. His magnificent eyes were gray, glasses were also present amongst his handsome features, an d he had his ears pierced with ruby studs. He truly resembled an angel.

What a walking contradiction he was. He was the farthest thing from an angel a being could possibly be. For he was cruel, evil, sadistic, and sick. He was a murderer, making a living as a doctor. Very contradictive, you see. And this man’s name? Kazutaka Muraki…Devil disguised as an angel.

The crimson moon gave life to a deathly glow that cast over the darkened room. Muraki took out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his suit, took one out and put it between his lips. He pocketed the other cigarettes and grabbed the lighter off his desk and lit the cigarette. He took a deep drag and exhaled slowly. A folder was resting on his lap, he opened it up and pulled out a black and white photo. A photo of a man with eyes of the prettiest amethyst. Muraki examined the photo of his dear Asato Tsuzuki. He loved this man ever since he saw his photo when he was 21 years old. Tsuzuki was the subject of his obsession, love, and the key to his one goal in life. Muraki gazed out the window and into the face of the moon.

“Oh, Saki. My beloved step-brother…I’ll get you his body so we can finish what we started.” A sickly smile snaked its way up his face. Muraki closed his eyes, leaned his head back, and thought back when he was 16 and met his step-brother, the person who took everything away from him, who made him what he is, for the very first time.

When Muraki was at the age of 16, he was attending a private high school, already taking advanced medical college classes, preparing him for his dream of becoming a doctor in the future. At first, he grew up in a family that only consisted of a mother that was mentally unstable and a father who was never there. But even so, those two were his only family and he did what he could to help. Muraki had to take care of his sick mother, while running the household since his father was never there to do so. He was a quiet type of person, always keeping to himself. Never showing his true feelings to anybody, he built a wall around himself that nobody could penetrate. All that changed when Muraki met him…

“Kazutaka, please come with me. I want you to meet someone.”, stated his father as Muraki entered the house from getting back from school. He followed his father into one of the rooms of the house and a boy of the same age with light brown hair and piercing silver eyes examined him. The boy smiled and bowed his head.

“Hello, Kazutaka. My name’s Saki Shidou, nice to meet you.” Muraki bowed his head in response and simply gazed at the handsome figure standing before him.

“You see, Saki is your step-brother.” Muraki’s father broke the news to him and Muraki couldn’t believe what he had just heard. His mind wasn’t able to grasp and comprehend the words that were played out in front of him.

His father left the room, leaving Muraki and Saki alone just staring at each other.

“But…How did this happen?”

“You see Kazutaka, your father had an affair with a woman. That woman was my mother, and he fooled around with her while his wife was pregnant with you. That man is a player…he makes me sick.”

“You shut up.”

Saki was starting to walk toward Muraki with a smile plastered on his face. Muraki backed up to the wall, not knowing what to do.

“Get away from me!” Saki was now face-to-face with Muraki.

“Why? Do I really scare you that much? Or, are you angry with what I said? Either way…I enjoy seeing your beautiful face like that…because I know that I hurt you. I plan on doing that again, Kazutaka.” Saki reached up with his hand and touched Muraki’s pale face. Muraki jerked his face away quickly at his touch, and slapped his hand away.

“Don’t you touch me…”

“I know you lie, I see it in those magnificent eyes of yours. You want me to touch you, I know you do. I saw the way you looked at me body, the hunger in your face, the longing in your eyes.” He smiled at Muraki, and walked out of the room.

Trembling legs gave out from under Muraki and he fell to the floor, hugging himself from the confusion and loneliness he felt. What else could he simply do but cry?

“Mother…I’m so confused, it’s like I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“Now, now Kazutaka. I’m sure you’ll find a solution.” At the moment, Muraki’s mother was in a psychological state of stability, and even was able to get into conversations. He loved when his mother was like this. It reminded him how it was in the beginning, before she went mad.

“Please tell me…did you ever know about father’s affair?”

His mother gazed down at her bony hands, “Yes, but I didn’t know that he had a son with that filthy tramp. But it’s not like I really do care about that man.”

“Alright…Well, I’ll leave so you can get some rest.”

“I love you, Kazutaka…”, she smiled a sweet smile full of love, compassion. She would rarely do that. Muraki left his mother with a smile of his own, and left the room, closing the door quietly.

Muraki walked back to his room. Once inside, he noticed Saki standing by the window, with his arms folded across his chest, leaning against the wall, a sneer so plainly visible on his lips.

“That mother of yours is such a whore. I don’t understand how you can ever look at her face…let alone love her.” Muraki was merely ignoring him, not letting Saki’s words affect him by any means.

“The man told me a little about her. He said she’s some mental case who tried to kill her own son. She thinks of you as a doll, an object. Not a human being that’s her son. She’s very messed up in the head.” Saki laughed at the thought of it.

“Don’t comment on things that you don’t know anything about.” Muraki glared at the boy in his room.
“Why are you even in my room anyway?”

“Because we are going to be sharing the same room…doesn’t that excite you, Kazutaka? It sure does me.” Saki walked up behind him, hugged him from behind and whispered in Muraki’s ear, “You will learn to love me in time, even though I think you already have…”

Muraki knew that Saki was speaking the truth. He couldn’t stop himself from blushing as he was embraced by Saki. Muraki knew that what he truly wanted was wrong, and forced himself away from Saki.
“Just let me be…that’s all I want,” stated Muraki. He changed out of his uniform and into his bed clothes, and laid down for some ever-welcoming sleep.

“Goodnight, my dear Kazutaka.”

The next morning at school, Muraki was relieved to be away from the complications at home, especially Saki. During the morning classes, he was not able to focus on the assignments, the teachers, or any of what was being said. Ever since of becoming aware of Saki’s unknown existence, he could not carry his task of being a perfect model student. Saki’s words, his touch were like poison, a disease gnawing away at Muraki’s being until it completely consumes him.
The bell rang, signaling lunch. Muraki gathered his lunch and headed toward the roof. The tranquility of not being around the other obnoxious students was always a comforting idea. As Muraki opened the door to the rooftop, to his surprise, a boy with light brown hair was standing by the railing. It was Saki. He turned to look at Muraki with a cigarette between his lips. Saki gave a half smile as he noticed Muraki walk toward him with an expression of malice in his gray eyes. Muraki stopped right in front of Saki.

“You plan on murdering me? It’s simple…just one shove and over the railing I go. That caught your attention, didn’t it?”

“I wish I possessed the guts to do so…” Muraki took out a cigarette, put it between his lips, and Saki grabbed the collar of Muraki’s uniform and lit Muraki’s cigarette with his own.

“But you do, Kazutaka. I see it. You remind me of myself.”

“Don’t you dare compare me to you! We are nothing alike!”

“Oh, but we are…” Saki took his cigarette and threw it over the railing. He then took a step closer to Muraki, grabbed the cigarette that was between his lips with his right hand, placed his left arm around Muraki’s slim waist and placed his lips onto Muraki’s own in a forceful kiss.

Muraki’s mind told and pleaded with him to turn away, to not give into his deepest desires…but his body didn’t obey, and he went along with Saki’s kiss.

“See Kazutaka…You really do love me.”, Saki smirked after pulling away from Muraki. He examined the silver-haired boy before him as he stared at the ground in embarrassment. Murkiest a deep sense of dread, shamefulness as it finally hit him what actually happened between Saki and him. He didn’t know why he allowed himself to get carried away like that. Muraki couldn’t stand to be in front of the boy who so captivated him, the boy who he loved and hated. In his troubled mind, a question ate away at him, he knew that he must know the answer.
“Saki…do you love me?”

“Of course. I fell in love with you the very first time I set my eyes upon you.”

“Then why do you always insult things that I love? Can’t you answer me that?”

“Like I said earlier, Kazutaka…I like to see you in pain. Emotional or physical…both are exquisite. So, when I do insult you or say things that hurt you, it’s all for my own greedy pleasure.” A sick, twisted laugh erupted from Saki’s throat. Muraki stared at him in horror, not able to move or advert his eyes from Saki.

“I want you to see things from my point of view…feel things how I feel, and understand me…as the same way I understand you, Kazutaka.”

Saki pulled out a knife and handed it to Muraki, urging him to take it.

“I want you to hurt me.” Muraki was at a loss for words, nothing came to mind for him to say.

“Please, you’ll do it to understand me. That’s part of what you want, isn’t it?”

“…Saki…I think I already do…the more I think about it. I was trying to fool myself into believing that I’m not like you…But I know now, that’s not true at all…”

Muraki, with the knife firmly grasped in his hand, motioned for Saki to place his hand on the railing, and Muraki placed his on top of Saki’s. He brought back the knife over his head, and with speed and force, brought the knife down onto both of their hands with enough thrust to puncture both. Muraki threw down the knife, knelt on the ground with Saki by his side, and stared at the blood gushing from the wounds as blood dripped to form crimson puddles on the rooftop. Muraki realized that day, that there was actually someone to understand him in this world…

It now has been two months since Saki Shidou came to live with Muraki. Each day that passed the more they understood each other. By Muraki spending his days with Saki, he began to see the word from a different point of view. The deeper their relationship got, the more like Saki, Muraki became. Their relationship could never be revealed, because of its tabooish nature. Muraki began to realize what pain really was, and learned to enjoy it, and see others in pain. Ever since he met Saki for the first time, his heart grew cold and black, his sense of caring for others plummeted and it was only Saki that really mattered to him. Muraki ceased to care about his father, the man dreaded man who started all of this. He cared about his mother just slightly, now a lot less compared to what his love for her was then, before he knew of Saki.

Getting home from school one day, Muraki noticed that the door to his father’s study stood ajar. He slowly approached, and walked inside. His heart must have skipped a beat, and his muscles seized up on him as he stood before a dead body that was lying on the floor in a pool of crimson. Saki stepped inside the room and gazed at the spectacle before him.

“Saki! Get some help now!” Muraki urged for Saki to go, and he complied.

Murder, suicide, accidental death? What was the cause of his father’s departure from this world? Muraki didn’t know and closed his mind to the question that lay before him. He didn’t want to think about it anymore.
“Do you even care about what happened to that man, our father, Kazutaka?”
“I don’t know what I care about anymore, it’s all a puzzle to me now.” Muraki was leaning against the wall, resting his head in his hand.

“I never really liked him…but it’s just the fact that he was part of family. That’s what bothers me.”
“But you have me…” Saki drew closer to Muraki and kissed him. Muraki grabbed his hands in response, pulling him closer.

Muraki and Saki were again on the school rooftop for their lunch break.

“Saki, can I ask you something?”

“Whatever you want.”

“Did you happen to kill our father?” Muraki gazed down at his scarred hands.

“No.”

“Sorry, I had to ask.”

“It’s fine.” Right then a teacher burst through the door in a panic, trying to catch her breath. She looked directly ay Muraki with eyes filled with fear.

“Kazutaka Muraki…Your mother…”

Muraki’s mother had died. How could this have happened? Everything that was his, was taken away. His life was shattering into a million pieces. He cradled his face in his hands and cried. Letting out all the emotions he felt, the pain, puzzlement, disbelief.

“What’s wrong, Kazutaka?”, question Saki as he entered the room.

“What do you think is wrong?!”, snapped Muraki.

“My, my. Your face is beautiful when streaked with tears.” Saki’s smile was twisted with sick satisfaction. He moved his arm from behind his back, where a katana was clutched tightly in his hand. Saki took a step toward Muraki, with the blade pointed at his heart.

“…It was you who killed them…” Muraki fell to the floor with the incomprehensive realization of truth.
“WHY?!?!”

“Don’t you remember what I said to you the first time I met you? I said that I enjoyed seeing you in pain…by taking away all the things that met anything away from you, I knew that I would cut your very heart and see you in the most extreme state of pain. I see that right now.”

“You lied to me! You manipulated me into believing that you loved me…but it was all just an attempt to hurt me, for your own pleasure and satisfaction…”

“But I never manipulated you once. I truly do love you dear Kazutaka…but his is just the way it has to be. Goodbye…” Saki striked out with the katana, directly toward Muraki’s broken heart.

A shotgun was fired, Muraki screamed, the katana slipped out of the grasp of Saki. Tears ran down Saki’s face, he touched his fingers to the bullet wound that was now present through his chest. He held up his blood soaked hands to his face and stared at the face of his beloved. Saki dropped to the floor, unto Muraki’s lap.

“……Saki……”

Muraki watched as a stream of blood traced its way along Saki’s jaw line, as it dripped from the corner of his open mouth. In Muraki’s arms died his lover, the source of his hatred, the person who made him what he is.

Muraki opened his eyes. He gazed back at the blood-red moon. He remembered his very first murder victim, the man who pulled the trigger on Saki. Muraki closed the folder and set it on his desk, took another deep drag of his cigarette and put it out. He stood up slowly and walked toward the window with such angelic grace.

I will make you a new body…Mr. Tsuzuki’s body, and bring you back from the dead. When I do that…I’ll send you back to Hell myself!

Muraki pounded the window with his fists, as tears streamed down his handsome face.

I’ll promise you that Saki…

Fiction: 03/05/09 | Posted By: xXDamnationXx | 11 comments | Yami No Matsuei