Disclaimer: I don't own X characters; they belong to CLAMP. I do however wish to own the pants that are mentioned here someday.

Author's Notes: Third fic! Yes~! Anyway, this is um... HORRIBLY out of character. The first chapter isn't so bad, but believe me, it gets worse. I am so mean to Kamui, the poor boy. I rival Fuuma in fact! Although I don't really beat him up... I actually dreamed the Subby-walks-in scene, but with Seishirou instead of Kamui. O_o; Yeah. Blush included. Eh he he he anyway I will shut up and let you read now!

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Events in a Rainstorm

Written by wiredGIRL, July 7, 2003

Chapter One

Low rolls of thunder passed over the house, barely even audible. They continued to fumble through the sky in such a way that it seemed almost like a constant deep humming. Finally, the sound was thrown off its course by a slightly louder rumble.

Although the thunder was still quiet, inside the house a pair of tired eyelids fluttered open, half-hidden by a pillow. Kamui had always been a light sleeper, especially during storms.

He rolled his head in the other direction to face the window. A brief glimmer of light shone through the curtains and a crash was heard less than two seconds after.

The boy decided to try to get back to sleep; it seemed the best thing he could do. He didn't like storms though: the flashes of lightning reminded him of the Dragon that appeared whenever an Angel was about to do damage. He rolled his head in the direction it came from, away from the window.

The storm seemed to want his attention though, and an even louder boom sounded, and although his eyes were closed, Kamui could still see the light flash. He tried to shut them tighter, but soon relaxed; it was too difficult to keep his muscles tense. And aside from the light, the thunder was getting louder.

It was just better to try to sleep through the storm. He lay there for a few minutes, sensing the lightning through his eyelids, slowly accepting the sound of the angry storm. However, lightning was not the only thing that the boy could see through his closed eyelids.

A dark shadow passed quickly in front of them. Kamui's eyes snapped open immediately and he bolted upright in his bed. Holding his breath, he listened carefully to the room and studied each and every corner of it with wide eyes. There was nothing; the few truly dark parts of his room were not big enough to harbor anything threatening.

He stared at his bed sheets for a moment, then lay back down, pulling the covers up protectively to his chin, and closed his eyes again. Nothing more passed through his vision. The thunder, however, increased in volume.

The young Seal sighed heavily and sat up again. He stayed still for a few moments, listening to the storm, listening to the sheets of rain coming closer to the house until they finally struck the wall. The sound was a little more comforting; it stifled the farther-off thunder. Kamui decided to take a look out the window.

As soon as he placed one foot on the smooth hardwood floor, the loudest crash yet sounded and the lights went out. The boy's leg tensed slightly; his room had become pitch black and he didn't want to admit it to himself, but he was a little frightened. He never knew anymore if someone or something would appear from the blackness—not the sort of monsters that children believe in, but the fear had been there since the night he chose his side of the War. A small night-light had been placed in the outlet between his bed and the door, but it was now black.

Even more uneasy about the storm now that the power had failed, Kamui contemplated drawing his leg back to the bed, but eventually decided it was a silly notion. Nothing had been in his room as far as he could tell. He pushed his fears aside with a small 'heh,' stood up, and strolled over to the window.

He lifted the curtain slightly, just enough for him to see out, and watched unblinkingly as the raindrops formed fast, little rivers down the glass of the pane. It was strangely lighter outside than it should have been, and Kamui could see the scalloped formations of heavy clouds in the gray sky. Every now and then, parts of the clouds would grow lighter with a crack of lightning, then flash back to the previous gray.

The boy began feeling a little more nervous as he watched. It felt like someone was behind him, but he dismissed the feelings again. The storm was hypnotic to watch, and he just stood there, gazing out the window into the rain.

An exceptionally bright flash of lightning appeared, lighting up the boy's room as if it was daylight, followed by an exceptionally loud crack of thunder. Kamui tensed, but not at this. To the boy's horror, disappointment, and unfortunately everything but his surprise, a large Dragon flickered, curling itself around a building in the distance.

Kamui cursed out loud.

He then remembered the feeling of someone being behind him, and turned around, scanning the room. Still nothing. Of course, it was pitch black, but each bolt of lightning illuminated the bedroom somewhat.

The boy's hand dropped to his side, and the curtain fell back into place. Grumbling along with the thunder, Kamui felt around the room for some better clothes—it's not wise to go outside in a heavy rainstorm in only pajama pants. Finding clothes was not easy in the dark, though.

He quickly found some, however, and proceeded to put them on. While he was pulling up his pants, the lights flickered back on, and the boy's thoughts immediately went from dressing to checking around the room.

Shuffling as fast as he could with the half-donned pants, Kamui peeked warily into each corner of the room, and finally, under his bed. He took no notice of footsteps outside and down the hallway, which were hurried and clumsy, but quiet. Just as he was lifting the fabric that hung from the bed's frame to the floor, Kamui's bedroom door was flung open and light spilled in.

"Drago—" a voice started.

Kamui stood up immediately after the door had opened; he didn't want to be seen checking under his bed for monsters. Then he realized that he also did not want to be seen with pants only up to his knees, so he flung himself back down to the floor, hands loosely fisted resting on the edge of the bed. He lifted his head enough to see the familiar frame in the doorway, just standing there, not saying anything.

Embarrassed as he already was, Kamui's blush spread from his cheeks to every inch of his face when he saw who it was. From the doorway, that blush was quite obvious. A very long, very loud string of curse-words ran through the boy's head.

The person in the doorway only stood and stared at what could be seen of the boy's red face. Purple eyes filled with shame stared back. Kamui was having absolutely terrible luck today; first the storm, then the Dragon, now Subaru walked in on him when he was looking for monsters and dressing.

Of course, the older man still stood there, jaw hanging open slightly. If he was surprised, which he was, his face did not show it.

"...Dragon." Subaru finally finished the word.

Kamui's eyes sheepishly sank down and bore their stare into the covers that spilled over the side of the bed.

"I—er...yeah... I know." He squeaked out, eyes shifting once more, this time to the wall next to him. Something in the corner of his field of vision moved, and he looked, lifting his head a little, to the doorway: Subaru had left, and shut the door softly.

Relieved immensely, Kamui stood up and finished dressing.

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Outside, the rain pounded down as hard as ever, and each sheet came down with ferocity. Cold and wet, two Seals flew off through the rain towards the building that the Dragon encircled. The others in the house had been smart enough not to look out at the storm; Sorata slept through it as if he were dead (save for the snoring), Arashi was not bothered by nature, and Yuzuriha was busy cowering underneath her blankets, holding on for dear life to Inuki.

It never occurred to the two young men to wake up the others. The middle of the night was not the best time for their brains to work. They also never considered any means to keep them from getting wet; an umbrella might have worked just fine as they jumped from building to building. Or not.

Since the Dragon had been far away, it took several minutes to arrive at the building. Now that he was definitely wide awake, Kamui's brain would not shut up. He hoped against hope that Subaru hadn't thought the little incident to be funny—or worse, cute. At least it wasn't Sorata who opened the door; the boy would have made such a loud fuss that every other person in the building would congregate to the room. But still, this was a horrible outcome—one that the boy preferred not to think about, but still plagued his mind.

He glanced over at the other Seal. Subaru didn't seem to be thinking anything; he just looked straight ahead as he flew, concentrating fully on their destination.

But of course he was thinking something. And if Kamui found out, it would be to his dismay, for of course he was thinking about the little incident. Of course he thought that the way Kamui was peeking under his bed was adorable. However, he tried to keep his mind away from the... other part of the situation...

The two finally arrived at the building, and as soon as they had their footing, Subaru moved his hands together and a glowing, green star grew quickly from them, covering the entire building and much of the space around it. Kamui didn't pay attention to the kekkai, though; instead he focused on the figure standing fiercely in the center of the rooftop.

The rain ceased with the kekkai, and the two Seals stood there, dripping wet and very cold. The figure walked forward, making his face visible, an unusual but to-be-expected grin tugging up one corner of his mouth.

Kamui's face fell.

Subaru's face kept it's emotionless expression.

What a fabulous encounter: the Angels' 'Kamui' stood there, and raised a hand in greeting.