A/N: Well...after spending months away from the world of writing, as I am prone to do, I decided to write another fanfiction story. I meant to write one for Dramacon, but then Volume 5 of Hands Off! came out, and I couldn't resist. I couldn't wait for the next volume in...what is it, May? Impossible. So I wrote this instead. Please note, it takes place after Volume 5, so if you don't want any spoilers or references to the book, don't read this until after you've read that. Got it?

One and only time Allmighty Disclaimer for this story: Oh, if only I owned...well, let's just say I'd have a lot of fun.

The King of Hell
by Lamenting Fox

Chapter One: Eyes of the Devil

Karen snapped another picture of Tatsuki as she followed him through the streets of Tokyo. He didn't seem to have any destination in mind. He didn't even have his bike. He was just...walking.

Click.

A small part of her wondered what she would eventually do with all of the pictures she had of the trio of boys--at least without Tatsuki finding out and destroying her camera. Or worse, she thought, frowning.

"Screw around again, and you'll lose more than film."

She adjusted her glasses--she was incognito, as usual--and decided whether or not it would be worth it to follow Tatsuki anymore. It didn't look like it was going to be an interesting day.

Karen almost didn't see another boy walking down the sidewalk suddenly stop in front of Tatsuki. The only reason she noticed him at all was that Tatsuki stopped too, glaring at the boy with obvious dislike.

Hello, she thought. This could be good.

Karen knew from experience if Tatsuki was angry enough to fight, there would be a ton of great shots just waiting to be captured forever on film.

The unknown boy was saying something to Tatsuki, and Karen swore when she realized she was too far away to hear anything. Well, I might as well make the most of it.

Click.

Tatsuki was getting angry now. She could tell by the way he tensed his shoulders and dropped his head a little, like a dog backed into a corner. He was ready to attack.

Click.

To Karen's disappointment, instead of swinging at the boy, Tatsuki just shoved his way past and walked away. Curious now despite herself, Karen zoomed in on the other boy.

Click.

She couldn't keep her hands from trembling.

Click.

His smug smile was unnerving enough. But his eyes...

His eyes were hard, cruel, and filled with a joyful hate.

He had the eyes of a killer.

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"Yo, Tatsuki, what's up?" Yuuto greeted the dark-haired boy, walking over to where Tatsuki was parking his motorcycle.

Tatsuki was silent, but Yuuto expected it by now.

"Hey, have you seen Kotarou?" he asked, but Tatsuki's gaze as fixed somewhere over Yuuto's left shoulder. His aura had turned dark purple, and Yuuto knew without turning around who he was looking at.

"Koutari still bothering you?" he asked quietly. "Look, I know you don't want my opinion, but I really think we should do something about this. Maybe we should warn Kotarou."

The moment his cousin was mentioned, Tatsuki turned and walked away.

"You're right, I don't want your opinion. And I don't want your help."

Yuuto could have smacked himself. You idiot. "Oi, Tatsuki!" he called, hurrying after his friend.

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Unnoticed by the two boys, Koutari was watching them closely. He smiled as they walked away.

That's right, Tatsuki. Push him away just like you do with everyone else. I'll take care of Yuuto for you.