Disclaimers: Pul-ease. I no more own Fuuma than I own Akio Ohtori. Praise the lord for that.
Author's Note: Ways to avoid writing fan fiction like this:
A) Don't take tests to see what poet you are and get T.S. Eliot
B) Don't look up the stanza used in this fan fic
C) And for the love of CLAMP, don't picture the stanza set to the tune of "Here We Go Round the Mulberry Bush"
D) In the event that you don't follow the advice of C), please don't picture Fuuma and Seishirou singing it.
Thank you for your time. ]
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper
~T.S. Eliot, "The Hollow Men"
Fuuma breathed in heavily when he found Kakyou in a small corner of the yumemi's dreamscape. Feathers were falling like rain as though the angels had long since run out of tears and had moved to destroying their wings.
Lying on the ground arms akimbo and eyes shut, Kakyou looked like an angel. A perfect angel albeit a dying one.
Or if not, soon to be dead.
That was what Kakyou had wished for and Dark "Kamui" was not one to refuse the sleeping beauty the request. He didn't see it was a "small request." He frowned. It was a waste of all that soft loveliness, a loveliness he had never sampled.
But was that really why?
He shrugged. Perhaps the other Fuuma would have seen it that way. The old Fuuma might have reached out and held him. Kakyou was in many ways like Kotori. Just as fragile.
He was he was now, he found himself more interested in what sort of scream Kakyou would make. If Kakyou was a fragile as Kotori then he'd be fun to finish off.
Though Kakyou was the one who knew how the world would end.
Did he know then what his fate was? Did he know how his world would end?
Fuuma knelt silently next to the yumemi and brushed some of the feathers away. They melted as he touched them.
He stared down at Kakyou and smiled almost tenderly but more in bemusement.
The feathers clung to his hair and face.
He really was an angel. A fallen snow angel.
Fuuma wondered what he himself was. He found a strange sort of peace in this dreamscape. One of the many reasons he had been prolonging killing Kakyou.
Fuuma lightly brushed the remaining feathers away gently so as not to wake Kakyou.
He marveled at how easy it would be to kill Kakyou. He could see his soft gold eyes opening and widening with pain. The yumemi would cry perhaps even have enough time to regret before Fuuma plunged his hand through his frail heart.
So easy.
Almost as easy as it would be to make Kakyou happy. The old Fuuma could have done it...would have done it had he the powers.
But Kakyou would not be lovely if he was happy. He would be as boring and conceited as the others. Nataku and Kakyou never failed to amuse Fuuma in their unhappy, bitter-sweet naiveté.
Yes, it would be easy to kill Kakyou---
His thoughts were interrupted by his would-be victim's whimper.
And for a split second the world stopped and the gears froze.
And just as abruptly it began again.
The gears turned and feathers began to fall once again in Kakyou's dreamscape. Fuuma planted a kiss on the sleeping man's lips and rose to his feet.
There was plenty of time before the world ended. Plenty of time. And it would be easy.
~FIN~