edit: 29/05/2017. Added chapter title, formatting.
Disclaimer: This being fan-fiction, I do not own X/1999 by CLAMP.
Warnings: In this chapter: drugs mention, unhealthy relationships, Seishirou. I may or may not write more, and if I do then I'll do the warnings chapter by chapter. I don't think the rating will creep up to an M, but if it does I'll change it.
Inspired by Bradcat's fics.
Centum
001-005
Yuzuriha and Kazuki smudge the sparkly eye shadow on their eyelids and smear the lip gloss on their lips – a soft pink for Yuzuriha, a pale grey for Kazuki. They go through the kit one by one: blush, mascara, nail polish.
When they are done, they both look into the hand mirror and fall apart giggling. They do not have the soft maturity of Karen-sensei; they do not have the practice of Kanoe-san. They look like the little kids that they are: girly and covered in sticky glitter.
They've had fun playing grown-up, but it's better to live as children.
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"Do you think I'm sexy?" Sorata asks, and laughs at Arashi's scowling face. Subaru gets up from the table just as Sorata yelps in pain. He's heard this before.
It's okay this time, because Sorata's a good person. Subaru puts his plate into the sink and starts to wash it up. He tries to ignore the two teenagers behind his back who will have the candy romance that he never had.
Sorata knows what he's doing, and won't hurt Arashi. Sorata knows the most beautiful thing in the world is to die protecting the one he loves.
Arashi knows better.
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Karen passes by the tweaker who spends his time cleaning the blossoms from the pavement. Sometimes he separates them into different piles but no one knows what the differences are; the passersby mostly ignoring him, though some glance back.
A few months ago she'd talked to him while he was busy at work, but she couldn't remember what he had been saying. He had mumbled something sweetly and given her a petal that she'd kept. She thanked him and walked home, wondered if he was lonely. A look into his grassy eyes had told her that he was beautiful, once.
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Subaru is gorgeous and hurting and uninterested in Kamui. Subaru is safe.
Kamui's a nice boy and understands that Subaru doesn't want him. Harmless, really.
It's nice to relax now and again in each other's arms, but in the end it isn't what either of them wants. That would mean getting better, and that misses the point.
(The others watch on in worry. Neither of them care.)
Subaru and Kamui don't tell each other everything, though. Wishes are personal things, and the other might get in their way if they found out.
They don't last forever. They weren't meant to.
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Halloween is definitely his favourite holiday. He wishes it was more popular in Japan; he would have loved dressing up and knocking on doors, asking for sweets. Maybe he could dress up as a ghost, or a vampire, or a blood drenched murderer. Would he buy a store-bought costume, or make his own from scratch? Would he have gone on his own, or hand in hand with his mother? If he did go with her, would he have had to share his earnings?
And the most important question of all: Trick or Treat?
He can never decide. Seishirou likes both.