Disclaimer: This is the first X story I have ever written. Please be kind. Anyway, I don't own any of the characters... but I own the plot. So here we go...

WARNING: If you don't like yaoi or shounen ai... I suggest that you do not read this. Flames will not be taken lightly, I have warned you. Don't make me say I told you so!!

Rainy Days

Ch. 1

Kamui lay in his bed staring at the ceiling. He had been bedridden since his last encounter with Fuuma. The memories ran through his head as he tried desperately to fall alseep. "My dear Kamui, I love it when you scream like that." He closed his eyes and buried his head into the soft white pillow trying to make the images go away. He couldn't stop the sight of Fuuma looming above him, holding up the Holy Sword. No matter how far he buried himself, he couldn't stop Fuuma from thrusting the sword through his flesh and through his small body. There was no stopping his screams. There was no stopping his pain. He lay awake now, staring out the window, thankful that the visions had subsided. The screams however, still haunted him. He heard the laugh that escaped his former best friends mouth as he drove the sword farther into his body. There was just no escaping it.

The sun shone brightly through the open window waking the teen from his fitful sleep. Kamui opened his violet eyes to the morning and blinked. He looked around trying to remember where he was when his eyes fell upon Yuzuriha. He blinked at her a bit, trying to focus. She merely smiled at him and walked to the side of his bed. "My dear Kamui, I love it when you scream like that." His eyes widened as he watched her face contort and grow longer. Her whole body transformed into a male body that leaned over the bed. The new body looked contentedly at Kamui and seemed to smile. The smile soon grew into a grin, and Kamui tried to back away. Suddenly a hand reached out and grabbed his arm. Kamui let out a strangled scream, then fell completely silent.

"My dear Kamui, I love it when you scream like that."

Fuuma walked down the crowded street with his head bowed. He smiled bitterly to himself as he thought about the night before. His Kamui had been especially vocal that night. He stopped walking and looked up at the building before him. There was nothing left to stop him, nothing but Kamui. He walked up to the door and looked blankly at the door man. The man looked at him suspiciously, but opened the door nonetheless. Fuuma walked inside and looked around for the reception desk. Upon finding it, his eyes lit up with evil happiness.

Kamui awoke with a start. The room was dark and he felt no one near him. He looked around to see where he was. The bed was covered in white sheets and the walls were white as well. "I'm in the hospital again, aren't I?" He asked himself as he tried to sit up. A shooting pain ran down his back forcing him to lie down again. He sighed to himself and tried to think back on the last couple of days. All he could remember was that smile. That smile that seemed to come from nowhere, that never really went away. He sighed and rolled over in the bed, wincing when the pain took a hold of him. He was so confused. He couldn't remember anything but that smile.

"I'm so sick of that smile." He whispered to himself as the image came back into his mind.

Suddenly the doors opened and Sorata walked in. He looked over at Kamui and smiled. Kamui flinched at him and turned away. Sorata stared for a minute then walked to the teens bed.

"How are you doing?" He asked as he set a glass of juice on the bedside table.

"Leave me alone." He sighed.

Sorata stepped back for a minute, then smiled again. "Whatever you say Kamui." He turned and walked out of the room. Kamui watched him leave, thinking about the smile. It haunted him, and he couldn't place why. He closed his eyes, but opened them with a start as the smile appeared before him again. He lay in the bed the rest of the day, keeping his eyes open as long as he could. It didn't take long, however, for sleep to over take him.

The darkness fell around him as his eyes opened. Kamui looked around himself nervously. The pain he knew should be there was gone. He was alone in the darkness. There was nothing around him, just empty, dark space. A sudden fear arose within him as he heard a low laugh sound behind him. He turned around to see nothing. The laugh resounded again from behind him, and again nothing was there when he turned. It came again, and again there was nothing behind him.

"What do you want? Who are you?" Kamui called out looking around himself frantically.

"Kamui..." the voice came again.

"Who are you!" He screamed into the darkness. But there was no answer. He turned around again in confusion, then fell to his knees.

"That's always how I've liked you Kamui." The voice came again, but this time there was a body attatched.

"F... fuuma?" Kamui asked shakily.

"Hmm... you're a smart boy Kamui." Fuuma laughed again and walked up to Kamui, taking his chin in his hands. He leaned in slowly, savoring the fear he could feel from Kamui's body. Fuuma's lips came to rest mere centimeters from Kamui's. The smaller teen could feel the hot breath coming from his friends mouth, and he was terrified of what could happen. He looked up and the breat caught in his throat, Fuuma had moved his body off Kamui's. He was rising...

Fuuma stood over Kamui and reached behind him. When his hand appeared again the Holy Sword was in it. He smiled down at Kamui and drew his arm back. Kamui could sense that he had witnessed this before. He closed his eyes and tried to make it go away, but Fuuma's weight and laughter reminded him of just how real the situation was. Kamui watched as the sword thrusted forward and into his shoulder. He couldn't help the pained scream that emitted from his mouth.

"My dear Kamui, I love it when you scream like that."