Disclaimer: X isn't mine.

A figure stood at the edge of a high building in Tokyo. The sun was shining brightly all around but he felt cold. When the wind picked up, his coat billowed dramatically around him. But there was nothing dramatic about the figure. His very appearance denied the existence of drama yet it surrounded him.

He just wanted to be normal.

He did not welcome drama but it found him at every turn. Hiding more than once, it sought him out repeatedly until he gave up trying to run away.

Because it was his destiny.

He felt nothing, did nothing. He stood there and could stay at one position without moving for days, just contemplating nothing in particular. He wished he had tried harder to run away, he wished many things, of which none ever came true.

It had come, hurtling right at him, and hitting him with a speed and a force that was unexpected. It had come.

For years he had ran, both literally and figuratively. He had run from place to place trying to dodge what he had known was inevitable and deeply etched in his heart. In the end, it had been for naught. He had returned, called by duty and destiny and there it had found him. Only to lose it again.

For years he had ran, only ran. He made no move to try to figure out the reason for running. Was he too afraid to find out? There had been no word for years but a paranoia that surrounded and sometimes suffocated him was there. Sometimes he thought he felt the prickling at the back of his hand and always watched fearfully for the sudden brightening of the pentagram. But it never came. He did not know if he was relieved or disappointed.

Yet sometimes in the middle of the night he felt the presence of someone else there. He had often dismissed it as years of caution setting in but when he felt it too many times to be much of a coincidence, he had stayed up all night. There was nothing. He stayed awake for subsequent nights trying to allay his suspicions but there was nothing. It was only after he had succumbed to sleep did his subconscious mind register the presence of another. He never found out for sure if it had been a suspicious mind at work or if there really was someone else, watching him as he slept.

As his mind returned to the present after being lost in the memories of days past, he knew that nothing would change. He would continue to feel a presence watching him even though he knew there was really no one there. He knew for sure, unlike the past, that there really was no one there. Seishirou had died in his arms.

And because of that, he was here. Just staring into nothingness because he had lost all that held him captivated to life. He cursed his weakness that prevented him from ending his meaningless existence.

All he was now, was a fallen angel.

A beautiful angel fallen from the grace of God because he lacked the courage to explore the unknown.

A tear slid down one pale cheek, but from where it had come was emotionless. His eyes betrayed nothing. He felt nothing. He desperately wanted to feel, anger, hurt, love..... but he could not.

He stood there, just silently watching the world go by, existing for the sake of it and living the days one day at a time.

And far away unseen by him, another watch him.

"Oh Subaru, look what I've driven you to become." A slight almost whisper floated out of the lips of one who lived in the shadows. Nothing but shadows and the whispers of a fallen angel.

-end?

A/N: I've not written fanfiction in almost half a year, with stories still pending. Nonetheless, I felt it was time to remind people that I'm still here and will continue with my previous pieces. Hope you enjoyed this one.