I'll Meet You There
Kamui stood in front of the Puu Puu Platter café. He was a bit nervous because of his future encounter with their Kamui, his Fuuma. He stood directly under the flashing neon lights with his hands in his pockets.
His Dragon of Heaven senses tingled. He looked skyward into the polluted Tokyo abyss. He secretly hoped tonight would never end. He hadn't seen Fuuma since the Saiki incident. How much had Fuuma changed? Had he become more evil, more handsome? Kamui had always thought Fuuma was attractive, but his sudden change had allured him.
Standing on a light pole, about five meters from Kamui, was Fuuma. Fuuma stared down at his effeminate prey. He watched as the lights highlighted and favored his frame and making his skin appear even fairer, if that was possible. The Kamui from the Dragons of Earth licked his lips and gracefully hopped down from the light fixture. He landed beside Kamui causing the latter to start and back away.
"Fuuma? Why?"
"Kamui, do you like puu puu? I had no idea. I'm a puu puu wiz at the Tokyo business office. You should drop by and sample my flavors." Fuuma was completely amused by Kamui's dumbfound expression.
"…You wanted to meet here just to talk about silly things like that?" Kamui lowered his head in dismissal and walked away. He stopped when he heard Fuuma proceed to question him further.
"Tell me. What possessed you to come out here in the first place? Did you actually think we'd be buddy-buddy like in the old days?" He smirked at Kamui's new saddened expression and tilted his head to the side. "Or perhaps you hoped to gain some new ground with our relationship?"
Kamui couldn't look him in the eyes. What could he have meant? He was riddled with questions to say the least. "…I um…the relationship thus far…it hasn't really been one. What is your meaning behind that statement and why are we here then?"
"Simple. We have a hidden relationship. You and I. We may be mortal enemies but we also have our private lives to think about here. Do you disagree with this?"
"How can this be? You're a Dragon of Earth. We are destined to fight to the death on the final day…there's nothing stopping you from killing me right now. How can you say such things? How can having a relationship outside of defending and destroying Tokyo be so important to you?" He clenched his fists at his sides. He could no longer hold back on his feelings. He cried and he wouldn't stop crying until his eyes could cry no more. Kamui needed this. Even if this wasn't his former Fuuma…it was still him. Somewhere underneath it all was a caring person.
Fuuma could only look in awe. This was truly a stunning sight. Kamui looked so fragile and vulnerable. He could shatter him like a porcelain doll. Kamui's small and slender frame was wracked with sobs. He couldn't help but comfort him. He gently snaked his arm around the small of the boy's back and cupped him, dipping him slightly.
"Fuuma- What!"
"WHO'S FUUMA?"
Then all of a sudden, like a bat out of Hell, Sorata landed in front of the two. He just finished a Matsuball and gingerly wiped his hands. He let out a horrific belch. The two Kamuis clamped their hands over their ears.
"I am Fuuma." Sorata stood proud when saying this. He winked over to Kamui and posed his best Fuuma pose. He held a basketball loosely in his grasp and looked dazed as if he was lost in thought.
Kamui couldn't help but giggle at this image. He did look like Fuuma. It was hard to imagine Fuuma had changed so much. "Sorata…what are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same, Kamui. Didn't Missy tell you it was your turn to clean up after the princess?"
"Kamui? You have to clean up after your figurehead?"
"…Only on Tuesdays. Shit! Sorry Sorata…I forgot. I'll make it up to you."
"Buy me dinner?"
"Yeah sure, whatever you want. Thanks man." Kamui gave him a look that read 'Get out of here, PLEASE!'
"All right Kamui, I'll take off. But I don't want you out too late. Ya know how worried the girls get when you're not around." With that he was gone.
Fuuma finally recovered and grabbed Kamui by his chin and tilted it up. He looked into his eyes carefully and pressed himself closer causing the smaller boy to gasp. "I hope there won't be anymore interruptions. Hm?"
"Aa…N-no. At least there shouldn't be…"
Then suddenly, like a pig from its pen, Aoki threw a rock at the two of them. He didn't stop pelting them with the small boulders.
"Aoki-san! What are you doing?"
"Kamui? Is that you?" He dropped the rest of the rocks from his arms and walked closer to get a better look. "It IS you! What are you doing with their Kamui?"
"…We decided to meet here, inconspicuously." Kamui shook the little rocks from his hair.
Fuuma couldn't comprehend where the Seal got the rocks in the first place, he just looked onward in shock.
"I'm so sorry Kamui. I didn't see you there. I noticed that big lug over there and wanted to fight him."
"You fight by throwing rocks at people?"
"Kamui…enough with the small talk. Is this a date or something?"
"A date? We...um…" Kamui gave Fuuma an unsure glance before he looked back at Seiichirou.
Fuuma gave Aoki his friendliest smile. "It's more like a one-night-stand but I'm sure you understand since you hang around that flower woman."
Aoki shrugged a shoulder and dusted himself off. "Fair enough. I'll leave you two love birds alone. Oh and if you see a crazed woman running by with thick framed glasses and mousey hair, kill her for me. She's my editor. Gotta run!" With that he was gone.
Fuuma, with slight agitation, stared at Kamui. "Are there to be any more interruptions?"
"Yes." Came a gentle and distant voice. Kamui and Fuuma stood apart when they could hear foot steps. The clicking lingered in the air. Who could it be at this hour? And how did they keep bumping into people! The voice sounded closer this time. "Sister?"
Fuuma and Kamui both exchanged looks. 'Sister?' Who could this stranger be talking to?
"Hokuto-chan…don't you recognize me?" Out of the purple mist came Subaru. He looked drunk but presentable. His arms reached out for Kamui and he wrapped his delicate arms around another delicate form. "I've missed you so much."
"Ah! Subaru!" Kamui blushed and looked up at an annoyed Dragon of Earth.
"Your sister is dead, Dragon of Heaven."
Subaru pulled away from the embrace and then in turn hugged Fuuma. "Sei-san…it's been so long. Did I make you wait too long? I'm sorry…I had some work I had to finish."
Fuuma was shocked and amazed that anyone, outside of Kamui, would hug him. Had Subaru lost his mind finally? If so…this would be a grand opportunity to take advantage of them both. He always thought Seishirou was a fool to leave Subaru for eight years.
"Subaru? Are you feeling well?" Kamui extended a hand and placed it on Subaru's shoulder.
"Yes, why wouldn't I be?"
"Hokuto-chan. You shouldn't tease your brother so much." Fuuma's smirk grew when he saw the horrified expression on Kamui's face. He draped an arm around Subaru's shoulders and beckoned Kamui to follow. "I hear they have great Kansai ramen at Ramen house. Let's get a bite to eat."
"Fu- I mean S-sei-chan. We shouldn't do this. Let's just take Subaru home. He's been busy."
Fuuma made a mental note of Kamui's acting skills. He did pretty well for knowing very little of Subaru's dead sister. "Nonsense Hokuto-chan. I thought you wanted to deepen our love."
Subaru just blushed. "I am kind of hungry…"
"Then it's settled! Come along Hokuto-chan! I know how much you love ginger cakes." And with that the trio left the dark allies and walked on through the bright streets of the never sleeping city of Tokyo.
TBC
Nice story huh? I don't know where this came from XD
There will be more to come soon. I have ample time to get the next one up. Oh, this is the first time I've posted a "commentary" on here! Isn't that wonderful? Well…I hope you enjoyed this chapter. If you have any requests…let me know, kay?
…Um…I'm done…WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME! …Fiiiiine, I'll do it for you Ryuuzaki..
Fuuma: "WHO'S FUUMA!" (Brought to you by the letter L)
