Fan Fiction ❯ of death and demons ❯ of death and demons ( One-Shot )

Makoto looked around his surroundings, barely believing what he saw. All around him things were gray and bloody too, yes, definitely bloody. Everything was bloody. The trees, the grass, the very sky showed hints of red. He was bloody and he had just arrived on the scene, so to speak. Where was the meaning, the purpose? Hadn't he just went to town to receive a few items like the good son he was? It was a bad season, and he was just trying to be helpful! Nothing more, nothing less.

It was a struggle, just a phase, his stepfather had told him. Nothing was going to stay like it was forever. He had told Makoto that for three years. It was just a struggle, just a phase. Makoto had bought it, what other choice did he have? Could he defy what his stepfather said was the will of the gods? Could he do so when any back talk hurt his mother and sisters so? Indeed, he would probably be hurt more than that. It was always the way things happened. His anger towards his stepfather upset his mother and sisters and then his stepfather got angry and beat him. He learned to live with what happened. He learned to for his mother, for his sisters.

He was strong, he had to be.

There was no avoiding any of it. Makoto's father had died just months before his younger twin sisters, Akiko and Junko, had been born. His mother was so lonely alone. All of his childhood he remembered caring for her and trying to make it better. He'd ultimately failed when that demon, that Aki, walked into town. The town adored him. And the council was more than happy to see them wed. It had been the worst day of his life. At least his mother never cried anymore. Those nightly cries of hers were perhaps the one the he couldn't help. They were the one thing that told him he'd failed.

That was five years ago. He was twenty and gazing at the place he called 'home' and the people that he called 'family'. Not his stepfather, but his mother and sisters. But why should he still be worrying about if they were alive? There was so much blood around. And the pile near the shed… It couldn't have been them! No! That slimy-no-good creature had murdered them! How could he? So there Makoto stood, wondering not what had passed, but how the demon could be so possessed as to destroy three of the most pure beings in the Known World.

He wasn't pure himself.

That wasn't the point though. He protected their purity, their beauty. He accepted the abuse, the pain, the bruises. Makoto… he always had to be good, sincere, the meaning of his name. The meaning of his name…

"Terrible to be alone, ne?" a voice spoke from behind him, as curious as he was to see who it was who dared to disrupt his mourning, he stayed facing his bloody family and his burning house. "To know if you had just stayed a little longer, things might have been different. It's a thought, isn't it? Mako-chan?" He knew that whoever it was was grinning. And whoever it was was mocking him. Surely there were reasons. Reasons like? The voice didn't register in his mind. He felt he should have known it, but he didn't. "I bet you never felt more helpless in your life. You can stand around and allow yourself to be beaten all the time, but this is different, ne?" The voice was gentle though. A warm hand dropped on his blood-soaked tunic.

"Leave me alone," Makoto whispered. "Just leave me alone." Makoto started to tremble, to shake. Why couldn't he be alone to break down and cry? Why did this person have to be so uncaring? He was weak, the façade was over.

He was weak and needed to be around others who semi-appreciated him. But how could he have been so selfish as to ask for someone to love him? Just what was 'love'? And that weight on his shoulder was disturbing, the breath of the other was heating his already sweaty neck.

"You don't want me gone, Mako-chan," the voice told him, his arm gently sliding over his shoulders. "You see, Mako, we're so very much alike, you and me. We need each other." Now the voice sounded like a father telling his son it was okay. Or like a lover…

Only then did Makoto turn to the speaker. He was about half a hand taller and twice that wider. He was a heavily muscled man and Makoto guessed him to be about twenty-five. There was a small scar running along his otherwise perfect face. Hm, yes, perfect was a great was to describe him. But there was still something… Ack! Makoto couldn't put his finger on it.

How frustrating!

Makoto's turning allowed the other man to wrap both of his arms around his neck. Eye contact, Makoto's deep hazel eyes met with unnaturally blue eyes. "Right now I know your existence depends on me, and I've been waiting for this event to happen for some time now. But come, surely you don't want to stay about your dead family?" Makoto narrowed his eyes. "Mako-chan, I can make this all better. I can take you away to where you'll be safe."

"How the hells do you know so much?" Still the eye contact. Try as he might, though, his voice just wasn't schooled enough. He wanted to cry. So many emotions… Hate… Sadness… Pain… Yes, 'pain' pretty much described it all. Life was pain.

"Because I care?" an evil-ish grin adorned the man's face. "Because you'd die without me Mako, you know you would. You know you want to accept."

"From living with on demon to living with another?" That idea didn't sound to appealing with him. If one demon had killed his family, what could another do to him? This man wasn't half as sinister as his stepfather though. Maybe he was disguised?

"I've no intention of killing you Mako," the man's voice suddenly sounded hurt. He never denied being a demon though.

The nameless man had a point though. Makoto did feel strangely drawn to the other. The other… Did he have a name? Surely he did. Ack!! Why was Makoto bothering himself with such petty thoughts? The man was standing there, holding him almost possessively, and he was wondering if he had a name. Did he?

"Believe me on that one," he whispered, as if he might have been overheard, for Makoto's ears only. "I've killed hundreds you know," he broke the eye contact and that, above everything else, made Makoto feel uncomfortable. "None for any reason other than I wanted to. But never you Mako-chan… Never my sweet Mako-chan."

'Yukio', somehow that name came to his mind. Where he came from, names meant what you were… And this man seemed to be getting what he wanted. Yukio.

"Do you seriously want to live with this pain any longer?" 'Yukio' lifted his head, his eyes once again meeting Makoto's. His voice portrayed confusion, was that what it was? "Mako-chan…" 'Yukio' lifted shook his head briefly and dropped his arms from around Makoto. Without another word he turned and began to walk away into the setting sun.

"Yukio!" for some reason he chose to use that name, to which the other responded. "Wait!" Makoto ran, the wind that blew against him pushing his tears into a long golden stream. "Yukio, don't leave me alone. I don't want to be alone."

Yukio turned just in time to see Makoto falling to the ground, tears streaming. Makoto vaguely felt the strong arms wrap around him and the gentle voice tell him not to worry. It was going to be okay. Yukio would protect him, Makoto knew that. Somehow. Still, his tears kept flowing. Why? He may never have known.

He needed to be taken away from there, he knew that. Yukio would take him from there. He had to!

Everything hurt so much… Maybe Yukio could lessen the pain for him. Oh! He hoped he could!

The sun set leaving way for the glorious moons to brighten the sky in their nightly dance.

(Close curtain on Act II.)