A/N: Okay…part three…the finally for some reason this part needed to be written. I tried to work out as much of the kinks as possible. Hope I did this well.
Part Three
Three Years Later
Kazutaka stepped into the grandfather's solarium from the patio outside, casting a silvery stare to his surroundings. He shielded his eye from the bright sunlight that shot down through the canopy of trees surrounding the mansion. "Grandfather…" He murmured noticing a katana hanging above the fireplace. "Where did you acquire that?"
"That old thing? Had it for awhile.." The doctor commented, shifting through his paperwork on his desk.
The slim, young man examined the weapon then reached out and grasped the sheathed blade. "Might I try it?"
"If you wish…But I'm against it…It's an heirloom and must be treated with kid gloves, Kazutaka. It's not a play thing."
"Of that I am aware of, Grandfather." He removed his hand from it and adjusted his glasses that slid down the bridge of his nose.
Do to the mysterious loss of his right eye several years ago, the boy had been fitted with glasses that would amplify his perception. He gave them a slight touch and turned towards the grey haired man. "I think I shall do it, Grandfather.."
"What exactly is that, Kazutaka?"
"I shall become a doctor…"
His grandfather set down his pen and looked up with joy. "That's marvelous. You'll make a fine one, I can tell."
"Yes, yes of course I will." Kazutaka turned on his heel and walked back outside, his lips tilting up in an odd and eerie smile.
His grandfather would never know exactly why the young man had excepted this fate of his. All he knew that his grandson would follow in his footsteps. The circumstances contributing to this had happened last night.
He'd been walking in the park late that night, the full moon illuminating his white clothing. People thought him odd since usually a person who had lost so many dear to him would choose to where whit instead of black. It was the third anniversary of his elder brother, Shido Saki's death. He hadn't been on the hunt. No murder had been far from his mind. Maybe it was why that the man had been most unfortunate. Maybe he'd seen Kazutaka as a poor innocent sheep ready for the slaughter. His white clothes casting a deceiving spell over other people. But no matter what it was it had served to the youth's advantage that night, it had saved him from being injured and had led him to so much more. The man had approached him on his right side. Which to say the least should have been a detriment to him considering his glass eye, but he had felt the man coming before he had even seen him.
He'd felt the knife prick his spine, but he hadn't tensed.
He simply smiled and thought, You poor fool…
"Where's the money?"
"Pardon?" Kazutaka asked, feigning ignorance.
"Don't be handing me that stuff, where do you keep your cash?"
"In my wallet where else.."
The man had reached for his pant's pocket.
"But sadly for you it's not with me.."
He then flashed a frightening look in his eye as he turned quickly around and grabbed the man's wrist, twisting the blade and plunging it into the exposed chest. He angled up under the rib-cage and jammed it hard, pressing upward and grinning excitedly. The man gave a startled holler of pain which only made Kazutaka smirk even more in delight. He twisted the knife around in the wound still bearing on it. Blood blossomed into a flower stain on the man's chest, the robber's breath hitching while his eyes bulged. Blood dripped down the blade and to the handle, coating his finger with the sticky, warm substance, "And you no longer are either, I fear.."
He yanked the blade harshly out of the man's chest and watched as the pitiful soul fell to his knees. All the while grasping at the hem of Kazutaka's white dress shirt, leaving a stain of blood as he slumped to the ground at his assailant's feet. Blood bubbled past his lips as he murmured, "Bastard…"
The boy who had been known as Kazutaka for most of his life looked at his victim who lay prone on the ground. Inside him he felt this giddiness bubbling up, this sudden unquenchable lust for for blood. His eye switched to the man's blood now coating his fist. His lips twitched. Had that not felt good. Oh yes it had…and more. He raised the bloody blade up for his inspection then tipped his head back to survey the moon which had now become tinted a blood red color. How strange. From that day forward he ceased to be Kazutaka and went simply by….Muraki.
A/N: Woohoo! Done! How did you like that..? Good! Well that's the end of the three-parter…Please review…