this was made by me and Phoenix To Flame. if you don't know who that is, check her out. she edited this whole thing, i just came up with the idea in a DREAM. XD

warnings; maybe some lemon in the furture, i'm not too sure yet... gore, angst

A Song Of Destiny

The ground vanished in yards beneath Kamui's feet as he darted through the woods, attempting to run away from his unwanted pursuer, but to no true luck.
The soles of his shoes sent loose dirt roughly soaring into the air, projecting the idea of wings of dust. Around them, the dull green of the trees blurred into the darkened shades of Hokuto's eyes, shadowed and shaded in death.
He kept Subaru's hand clutched in his tightly, dragging along the other vampire with an urgency that Subaru did not seem to share, looking for an escape from this world.
Even as a vampire of great strength and endurance, he could only keep up this level of flight for so long; his legs began to tire as he pushed against the uneven earth, his heart pounding unnaturally loudly in the flesh of his ears. Kamui could not continue to go on, not like this.
He had to find a way out, and quickly.
The ground before them ended abruptly at a cliff that hung over a wide stretch of rock. Kamui cursed as he dug his heels into the earth, refusing to acknowledge his labored breathing.
If they jumped, Kamui's legs would probably break; or even worse, Subaru's. He didn't care if his own legs broke, the amount of time it took for the bones to return to their original strength would not take all that long, but if either of them couldn't run for even those brief minutes, his hope of keeping his twin from that foul cretin on their heels, would be all but destroyed.
He gripped his brother's hand tightly and turned to face the predator that was vastly approaching. A vibration of dark energy radiated from a single spot in the woods; the aura that of blood that had been tainted by the body of one who was never meant to be like them, that of the flowers that gave that imbecile his name; and that spot was approaching quickly, on the wings of hollow illusion.
Kamui stretched out the talons that arched gracefully from his fingernails, and firmly shoved Subaru behind him; the heels of his leather shoes dug into the stones and uncertain earth of the cliff edge.
Seishiro was coming closer, and Kamui's head began to buzz from the excitement and heightened energy level that radiated from both the man and his brother, though he could not understand why it was like that.
All fell impossibly quiet, the very air losing all whispers of safety.
He waited, the walls of familiar power enclosing the twins in the shadows of wings, deep and uncaring of whatever lay outside them.
The whole world fell silent for a moment, it seemed, and then Seishirou appeared from the trees, a smirk stained with the edges of a true smile on his face. That single amber eye shot passed him and to the one behind him.
The air hummed with the threads of destiny pulling tight, and Kamui felt his brother's hand grip the back of his shirt, a hot face pressed against his taut shoulder blades.
The bastard stepped forward in the quiet expanse between them, twigs and leaves breaking under the weight of his feet. He smiled condescendingly at Kamui, and he snarled right back, the sound meant to drive him off.
Tragically, it failed miserably as the mocking edge dropped from the curling of his lips and Kamui felt the strange comfort of his brother's concealed face leave him as Subaru looked back over.

"Hello Subaru-kun." Seishirou said softly, with a tone that was clearly not meant for anyone other than his twin alone, tilting his head to the side.
The vampire flinched, but stepped out from the safety of behind him beside his twin. Kamui could feel the confusing roil of emotions boiling up like a steaming pot emanating from his twin, a fire of conflicting desires.
Kamui took a step closer towards the hunter, his eyes sliding into the slit-pupiled gold of anger. Slowly, he raised a hand to point straight at the man standing across from them, the motion all that was needed to explain his view on the situation.
He allowed himself a quick glace at Subaru, whose eyes were filled with the agony and pain that he'd seen so often when Subaru would look to the stars, watching for something that wasn't there; but never dropped his fierce glaring at the vermin, and the cretin's smile began to fade, dropping into a child's expression of confusion.
He watched as Subaru held onto Kamui's shirt, clinging to the identical frame of his brother. Seishirou took a step forward, hand beginning to extend towards them, and Kamui let out a violent hiss that echoed across the trees. The vampire bore his sharp fangs at the asshole, his eyes burning in pure rage.
Seishirou sighed, and at last averted his eyes from his twin. "Kamui, won't you let me at least talk with your brother? It will take but a moment," he said politely, the phrasing turning the question into a demand, taking out his pair of glasses and putting them on the bridge of his nose.
They glinted against the small amount of light that reflected off of his necklace, which rested comfortably around his neck. Kamui growled in answer, not even needing to say anything, and Subaru hovered on the edge of indecision, the very fact that he couldn't choose making him even more infuriated.
Seishirou sighed again, looking as about as disappointed as if he'd been told that they were out of his favorite sweets at the store. Actually, there would have been disappointment in there if that were the case.
Why oh why did Subaru have to lo- like such an unrepentant sociopath like the man in front of him?
The man's single eye glittered with dangerous intensity as Kamui crouched on all fours, ready to lunge forward at the slightest movement, and Seishirou drew out the infernal sword, the hilt wobbling before it quickly materialized a thin and sharp blade.

They hung on the edge of the seconds, waiting for an agonizingly long moment, and the clouds overhead began to drop their burden, rain beginning to fall in large dollops. The only sounds that lingered were the sounds of rain pelting their clothes and the earth, along with Seishirou's faint nose-breathing. Kamui could smell the stink that proved that he had recently fed. It smelled like lamb's blood, but the vampire wasn't too sure, plenty of creatures had the weakened scent of prey.

After several moments of complete stagnancy, like that brief moment before an old-fashioned gunfight, Kamui lunged forward and swiped his claws against Seishirou's blade, smacking near the hilt in an attempt to disarm him.
The encounter left the talon of his little finger broken by the contact, but as his feet touched the ground he broke off the remainder numbly, watching it slowly grow back, more tender and fragile then before, but still usable. Yet during his brief distraction, the taller man had kicked the youth in the back, twisting his foot into his rear and pushing forward roughly to send him sprawling.
The youth hit the rapidly dampening ground and, finding his feet quickly, darted forward, listening to hear if the other was following. There was the sound of shoes sticking to the earth, a sort of sickening squelch with each movement, and without looking, he snapped his hand back and scratched at something that was behind it. The footsteps stopped their forward momentum, and Kamui turned to see what he had struck.
Seishirou was holding the side of his face, his blade on the ground and his visible seeing eye fighting the urge to clench tightly in pain. Blood leaked from in between tightly pressed fingers, and Kamui took this opportunity to steal the man's sword before he could recover.
The man narrowed his eye once he realized that something had been taken from him, and he straightened, dropping his hands from his face.
What Kamui saw made him cringe inwardly; Seishirou's cheek was sliced open, his blood-covered teeth and parts of the flesh of his gums showing through the torn flaps of skin. But in seconds the wounds had healed, the muscle and skin restoring itself in a way that only a vampire could, as if he was soaking up the wound into himself till nothing remained of physical loss.
As the skin finished repairing itself, Seishirou smiled at him with no trace of his usual amusement, a malevolent look filling his eyes instead.
Subaru's shout for them to stop was ignored, as was the sound of his gloves shredding to pieces.

Kamui dashed towards him without the bonus of thinking through his actions, the sword clutched tightly in hand, and then he was abruptly smashed in the chest and sent flying in the opposite direction of his destination.
The tree that he crashed into was not as forgiving as the ground when it came to quickly restoring movement.
Subaru's green eyes were widened in horror as he watched his twin impact the ancient pine tree with a sickening crack.
The man responsible for his current inability to move took a step forward, golden eye impenetrable, and the sword slowly lifted from the ground as if on invisible wings. For even when not in contact with it, Seishirou could control the sword with his unearthly magic.
He turned the blade with a look of deep concentration, and directed it to fly at Kamui's chest. Kamui forced himself to move through the pain of broken ribs and drop the earth with a stifled shriek.
The sword quivered in the earth, buried half of the blade length in.
He coughed up a clot of blood that threatened to cut off his air as he tried to get up; and Kamui groaned in momentary pain as his ribs an internal organs snapped themselves back into place.
The healing seemed to take forever while he watched Seishirou, prepared to strike at a moment's notice if he did a damned aggressive thought, as he took back his damned blade and turned to face Subaru, again that unusual smile filling his face but for his eye.
As the pain diminished and the rain began to fall harder, blurring the world through sheets of water, the lanky vampire shifted in a crouch, and darted forward, smacking into the back of the cretin's knees.
The man stumbled and almost toppled forward in surprise, his eyes flying wide and he let out a grunt. Strong, slender arms wrapped his thighs, claws digging into the muscles and, ready to shred them off in a second without hesitation. Seishirou growled, an animalistic sound wholly at war with his usually aloof and calm state, and without hesitating, he picked up one of his feet, ignoring the fact that the action buried the claw tips deeper in, and struck Kamui in the groin.
He yelled out in shocked fury, releasing the man and recoiling back, falling onto his ass on the wet ground. The man straightened with a dark look, sword in hand, and raised it above Kamui's neck. He growled and prepared to take the man down with him, since he couldn't seem to get into a good position to divest him of his head.
If it meant that Subaru would be safe from him, Kamui would willingly die.
"No!" Subaru's voice rang out and there was the sound of splashing mud, followed by a surprised grunt from Seishirou.
The sword fell to the ground and the blade dissolved, Seishirou's concentration on the sword completely lost.
Kamui had completely lost track of where his twin was as he had been pushed back more and more by the hunter, but now he saw that Subaru had thrown himself at the man, wrapping his arms around Seishirou's so that he was pinned. One set of elegant talons was shakingly pointed at Seishirou's neck...the other towards him.
With claws spread, he readied himself for Seishirou's next attack, next hostile movement, but none came. The rain poured around them in a turmoiltust stream, washing away all the signs of the fight down the cliff so very close. The man simply stared at Subaru with surprise, his eyes unusually full of emotion and thought.
Minutes passed as he stayed frozen like that, his clothes soaking and the hilt of his sword slowly sinking into the earth, forgotten by all of them.
Kamui hissed as the man narrowed his eyes, but instead of doing anything violent, he lowered his arms from where they were frozen, sliding them away from Subaru's awkward grip. "What are you doing Subaru-kun?" he asked, the sounds oddly disjointed, and it struck Kamui that Seishirou had to be just as shocked as him at this burst of aggressive energy from Subaru-of all people.
"Stop fighting." he said. Kamui opened his mouth to protest, but none came from his tightening throat. Subaru's eyes were flecked with shades of gold, and there was a fiercely sad expression filling his face. "No more trying to kill each other, no more."

Seishirou looked at the hand with elegant talons in diminishing surprise, as if expecting an attack, but none came. With baffled eyes he looked back down at Subaru, who was now crying silently; but his lips were not positioned in a frown. He was smiling, the kind of smile meant to keep others from crying as well.

Kamui stared at the two of them, feeling like he was staring down from the precipice lurking so nearby. The storm rumbled around them, and it was silent but for the sound of rain.

Subaru's smile wavered as the claws from his hands sunk back into the beds of his nails. He pressed a shaking hand against where Seishirou's heart would be, if Kamui believed that the cretin had a heart. "Do you feel it? Your heart... it's beating so very hard. Do you know why?" he asked, staring up at the one eyed man, as if expecting an answer. When he received none, he continued, his eyes looking at the spot where his hand rested. "It's because you're afraid. Afraid of what could happen now." he whispered, as if telling that strange truth should not have been heard by anyone else.
Kamui felt a growing awe for the amount of power his twin held over the man who now looked at Subaru as if he were the only anchor of the world, the adult-ness of his face completely lost and he swore he could see a confused child, someone who didn't understand what they were feeling.
Seishirou's breath stuttered as Subaru's smile fell away, unable to hold strong against what he must have felt. Then he placed a hand over Subaru's bare one, impossibly gently for the kind of person that Kamui knew him to be.
Had it been that Subaru was right all along about him? Kamui wasn't sure he wanted to face the fact that this person, this Seishirou could be human enough to show the more prey-like emotions, the ones that consumed and twisted logic into need.

"Do you feel it now? That suffocating feeling that's making your breath uneven?" Subaru continued, his voice strong despite the tears that Kamui knew still ran down his brother's face. "That's fear. And it's okay to be afraid sometimes. When things happen that you don't like, and can't change. When people..." the solidarity of his voice shook for a moment before regaining the foundation of meaning. "When people say things that you can't comprehend. And then you want to make them stop scaring you."

Seishirou said nothing, and only continued to watch Subaru with the intensity that had so annoyed Kamui before, when he had thought that the man just wanted Subaru's blood, or his body, or to break him till there was nothing left to make him want to live.
And yet, and yet, he had the cripplingly strong suspicion that maybe it wasn't a want, but a need. A child's need for stability, a man who believed in nothing but what he could feel, searching for someone who made all of the incomprehensibility of the world make sense.
The air thrummed with thousands of unspoken words, each one holding a thousand meanings and a thousand truths that maybe none of them were able to face.
And the rain tumbled serenely to earth.

-A/N-

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