Screwing Destiny
Chapter One
The final battle had begun. The Kamui of the Dragons of Earth and the Kamui of the Dragons of Heaven were facing off at the Tokyo Tower.
The clash of metal had momentarily ceased as the Dark Kamui threw the real one into the air and sent him crash-landing on hard steel. While the younger of the two struggled to regain his footing, as well as tighten his slackened and bloody grip around his Shinken, the former jeered of how the Earth would inevitably de destroyed, since that is its wish and so on and so forth.
Kamui, as usual, was excessively tired of hearing his pre-destined failure to save the world yet was still determined to try. Taking advantage of his adversary's reflective and conversational mood, the pale boy launched himself toward the taller one with the Divine Sword ready to strike.
The Dark Kamui welcomed the assault with a smile and braced himself for the blow...
...but it never came.
Bolts of lighting shooting from the sky in colors of blue and red reduced to only one bolt as the other vanished awkwardly with a funny-sounding pop.
The chaotic noises of the gloomy weather died down somewhat hastily and the Kamui of the Dragons of Earth soon found himself standing alone on the Tokyo Tower.
Every person involved with the End of the World frowned.
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It was late in the evening.
Nokoru Imonoyama, president of the Elementary Divison Student Council, sat forlorn an chained to his seat by a pissed secretary, Suoh Takamura.
The blonde was steadily consuming extremely overdue paperwork and his ninja bodyguard was helping him. By help, it meant bringing more paperwork to the IN tray so that the chairman wouldn't have to leave his seat.
Akira Ijuyn was seated by the coffee table, preparing tea and pre-dinner snacks for the time his two most favorite sempais would finish the day's work.
The only sound that could be heard in the council room was the hum of the computers, air conditioning and the tick of the clock...
...until the monotony was broken by a painful-sounding 'BOG' as if a gigantic bird flew straight into the room's large glass window.
Akira's eyes widened and the cup he was filling slowly began to overflow. Suoh dropped a stack of paperwork in shock. Nokoru cautiously turned around on his swivel chair and gasped.
"By Kami!"
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The collision Kamui had in his head was definitely NOT the one that greeted him.
He slid from the idiotically large window with an annoying squeak and promptly fell into a horticultural flower patch, or rather, rose patch.
"..itaiii."
From where Kamui was (because it was too painful and tiring to move), he could hear panicked footfalls coming closer.
"Are you alright?" a young-ish voice asked and surprisingly strong arms heaved him to his feet.
The Seal forced himself to be coherent and stared when he was able to take in his surroundings.
He was only vaguely aware of three pairs of hands dusting him off while repeatedly apologizing.
"Where am I? How did I get here?" he asked.
"You're in CLAMP Campus, sir!" Akira replied cheerfully.
"Yes, I know that," retorted a flustered Kamui. "But HOW did I get here? I was on the Tokyo Tower a minute ago!"
"The Tokyo Tower?" Nokoru remarked with a small laugh. "You must be mistaken, sir. The Tower is quite far from here and you came crashing from the sky."
"But I didn't--"
Kamui caught himself, having almost let slip too much information. He looked down at his short company and found their faces vaguely familiar.
"Who are you?" was his blunt query.
Nokoru smiled again. "I'm Imonoyama Nokoru. This is Takamura Suoh and Ijuyn Akira." He pointed to each of his friends in turn. "We're the Student Council of the Elementary Division. You are?"
Kamui took some moments to answer. He noted the part suspicious, part concerned looks on their faces and became embarrassedly aware of his disheveled appearance, blood on his uniform and the huge, intricately-hilted Shinken still in his hand. He innocently fiddled with the great weapon and tried to think of some explanation for its possession.
"I'm...erm, Shiro Kamui." Something suddenly clicked in his memory.
"Hello, Mr. Kam--"
"Hang on. What did you say your names were?" the DoH asked Nokoru.
The blonde blinked. "Imonoyama, Takamura and Ijuyn. Why?"
"Are you the sons of the CLAMP's Board of Directors? You three look a lot like them."
Suoh frowned at him. "The campus doesn't have a Board of Directors. We're run by a Directress...and she is Nokoru's aunt."
Kamui was thoroughly confused. "What?" he managed to say and stepped back a bit to take his surroundings in with more detail.
True, he was in CLAMP Campus alright, but there were some things different about it.
The trees looked younger; their branches were in full bloom and heavy with blossoms. The sky was a deep navy blue decked with glittering stars, giving the atmosphere a peaceful, tranquil feel. The grounds and buildings looked clean and new.
An absurd question sneaked its way out of Kamui's mouth.
"Am I in the year 1999?"
The members of the Student Council exchanged looks.
"No," they replied in unison. "It's the year 1975."
TBC
A/N: Assuming Nokoru is 36 in the X/99 manga, we subtract 1999 with 36 and get 1963. Since it was stated in CLAMP School Detectives that he was 12 when he was in the sixth grade, we add 12 to 1963 and get 1975. Do the math...enjoy!xD and ciAo...
