Fallen Petals
Rating: PG-13 for violence.
Warnings: There will be violence, blood (oh yes), and shounen-ai. Incest (if you wanna take it that way)
Pairings: Seishirou/Subaru and Kamui/Subaru (if you squint).
Other: References to Tokyo Babylon and X (again, you gotta squint ^^;) Sort of an AU. My first fic for this fandom. Unbeta'ed and English is not my first language. This is gonna be nice~
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. If only I did...
Chapter One
They had been running for what felt like ages, escaping from the hunters. Running from death. Running from him. At first Subaru hadn't wanted to believe, had refused to believe. But it was the truth, their reality. Their parents and sister were dead, their world destroyed. They were the only ones left – him and his brother. It had been thanks to Seishirou's betrayal of the hunters – known as the Sakurazukamori clan – that they had managed to escape and meet the Witch of Dimensions. Kamui's wish had been simple: to escape. To run away from the hunters, from 'that person' that had captivated his bother. That had misled him. And Subaru had had no choice but to tag along because he understood that he was Kamui's most important person. He understood his wish to protect him from harm. So they had started travelling dimensions for that purpose, Seishirou in their pursuit.
They reached a small village in a new dimension after some months of travelling. They felt a strange power and soon discovered that it came from a statue in the centre of the village. According to the locals it was sacred and it wept real tears that pooled around it in a small fountain. It was said that that water cured any illness. Subaru had been curious about it but Kamui couldn't care less. They had to keep going. To get away from that person that had captured his brother's heart. To keep walking forward.
However, before they could leave, the vampire hunters had attacked. Suddenly there was chaos everywhere: smouldering flames, people screaming, scorched corpses. It was a living hell. Subaru looked around with wide eyes. No, this couldn't be. Why were they doing this? These people were innocent; they had nothing to do with them. He grits his teeth and clenches a hand into a fist, his eyes becoming golden and narrowing. He extends his claws and lunges at the hunters with an enraged scream. He could hear Kamui somewhere to his side also fighting. He winces when he feels a blade piercing his leg, the metal burning his flesh. And then he understands how they killed vampires so easily: that metal was like poison to them. He hears his brother grunting in pain and the distraction nearly costs him an arm. He manages to dodge and feels a deep gash going from his shoulder to his elbow. He hears Kamui shouting his name and spares a glance at his twin that was being held back by three hunters. Damn it, they were greatly outnumbered but they couldn't activate their magic because they needed time to do it. He falls to his knees, breathing harshly, and closes his eyes as the hunter raises his sword, waiting for the killing blow. The scent of blood fills the air but the pain never comes. Everything had become eerily silent. He wonders idly if this is what death felt like…
He opens his emerald eyes that widen in shock. Seishirou…Seishirou was there in front of him, shielding him from harm. Seishirou looks back at the young vampire, smiling him even when in pain. Ever gentle.
"Are you alright, Subaru-kun?" Are you alright… How could he ask that, smiling like that? How? When he had such a deep wound on his chest, his blood spilling on the ground on a crimson pool that for some reason reminded him of the red roses Hokuto had been so fond of…
That moment seemed to last eons in Subaru's eyes but it only lasted mere seconds. He hears his twin defeating the hunters holding him down, taking advantage of their surprise of seeing their former leader protecting a vampire's life. He hears someone screaming and realizes it must be himself. Pain, sadness, anger. He had never felt these emotions so strongly before, not even when he had held Hokuto's motionless form in his arms. Something snaps inside him and the next moment there was a sickening crunch and blood spilling everywhere as his claws pierced the chest of the man that had struck Seishirou. He then kneels beside the former hunter and holds him to his chest, shaking, tears flowing from his golden eyes. Seishirou was…he was going to…no! Why did he have to lose another person? Why? He opens his eyes (that he didn't remember closing) when he feels a hand caressing his face, wiping his tears away. A warm hand covered in blood. His gaze falls on mismatched eyes and he nuzzles that hand, despite the blood, and ever present smile on the dying man's lips. A gentle smile, not the mocking one that Seishirou gave everyone else. No, this smile was only for him. He was the only one whom Seishirou allowed to see his true smile.
TBC…