Ehehe… no updates for my Fruits Basket fanfic just yet, but I thought I would write this fic anyway. All my other X/1999 fics have been rather humorous, so I'm giving a shot at writing…um…angst? I don't really know how to place this story—but it's certainly not a happy fic. Right? Read and review!
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Subaru never looks at his hands if he can help it. He doesn't want to know if Seishirou's mark is gone. Should it be, now that he is the Sakurazukamori?
Best to coat his hands with blood so he'll never know.
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Subaru is waiting for Seishirou by the fountain in the shopping centre. It is lunchtime and understandably crowded, but it also means that neither Subaru nor Seishirou can find each other.
Or so Subaru thinks.
Dressed in red by Hokuto that day, he stands out like blood-red rose among thorns of drab office workers. Eye-catching, if not anything else. But he is. Much more than that.
Seishirou doesn't need Subaru to dress brightly to find him. Of course not. He sidles up behind him, silent in the noisy chaos that is the lunch hour. Subaru doesn't know he's there until the Sakurazukamori's soft chuckle tickles his ear, causing him to turn around.
"Oh! S…Seishirou-san!" Subaru is surprised, to say the least. "I couldn't see you in the crowd…I'm sorry!" The Sumeragi heir flushes pink, almost matching the rest of his outfit. Seishirou smiles. Cute.
"It's okay, Subaru-kun. I'll always be able to find you." He clasps one of Subaru's gloved hands, stroking it gently. His hands are clean, and the silk of the glove feels smooth. Subaru, confused and embarrassed, blushes harder. A feat Seishirou would have thought impossible for anyone but his Subaru-kun.
"Always."
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Subaru is in the bathroom, back from a kill.
He washes his hands thoroughly with soap. Plenty of soap. Then he dries them on a towel. The towel has bloodstains from previous incomplete hand washes.
Subaru has not looked at his hands throughout the entire process.
He'll have to go out to kill again afterwards. Best not to know.
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I know that I am completely incapable (…so far) of writing any fic, be it oneshot or a chapter, which is more than at least 500 words. See? I would say 'brevity is the soul of wit'… but I don't think my fics are very witty. Uh, no. Anyway…excuse the randomness of this fic, and I'll try to see if I can write longer stuff. Review!!! XD