Papercut
Soo...this is my very very first fanfic, a drabble only. I have no idea whether it is any good, so criticism would be nice.
Warnings: none, implied SeiSub (means boyxboy)...uh, yeah..
Disclamer: I do not own X1999 or any of the characters. Clamp owns them (and my soul), I don't make any profit with this either.
(I hope I rated this right...and the formating here is really strange, isn't it?)
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How had it come to this?
After all those years he was still unable to connect the Seishirou-san from his scattered past to the cold person that had killed his sister. Hokuto-chan...Just why did she have to die? The weight of grieve and guilt pressed heavily on his heart again.
He knew it was his fault, but more so the fault of that man. If only he'd noticed that something was off...before he let that tall stranger into his life and heart, and with that inevitably into his sister's life.
If only...
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Even now it still hurt so much. He'd tried everything to make the pain go away, everything...but one thing. He knew he'd never be able to kill the one person he still loved so much against all reason. Blame him, hate him? Yes. But kill him? It would be like killing what was left of his soul. He wouldn't be able to do it
He just wanted it to end.
So he'd put his very feelings to death. Die by his hands...the idea felt right. Surrendering completely to this world of pain and blood, there was a faint hope of seeing his Nee-chan again. Maybe...
It would be enough to be close to him in his last seconds though. Everything he ever wanted. It would be hard. He'd have to fight him with everything he had, make him believe that there was only hate left, overshadowing everything.
But first of all things he needed to find him.
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Another spell requiring blood. A red stained ofuda floated to the ground unheeded by him after it had fulfilled it's purpose.
He watched his own blood trickling down his thumb, immediately being pulled back into his memory, where drops of the same liquid were being spilled on white cloth and dropping from deathly pale hands onto the pink petals floating above the ground, trapping them with the weight of crimson tears.
It'd keep the magical backlash at bay, he knew. He shuddered at the thought of someone using the life essence of other beings for that purpose. Short black hair was ruffled as he shook his head and his eyes took on a steely green hue of determination as he pushed his bleeding thumb into the pentagram he'd painstakingly scratched into the ground beforehand.
He wanted to see him again. Him who had brought him so much pain, he needed to see him.
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If only to be killed by him.