Summary: 'If there really isn't a piece of me in there now… then I don't want that love. It was never real anyway.' When your love forgets you, what will you choose?
Author note: So, hi there! I am going completely author universe with this… nervous? Who? Okay, me. HOWEVER, the good news is I have the whole thing outlined, and the first five chapters uploaded into doc manager. Yay!
Okay, so this is a FumaXKamui, KamuiXSubaru, and SubaruXSeishiro. Meaning during this story all three relationships will happen. The basic story is this. Subaru and Kamui are 'seeing' each other, but Subaru is in an accident at school, leaving him with no memory of Kamui, minus him being his friend Fuma's assigned 'Brother'. Kamui must now either A) move on or B) try to be patient while Subaru hopefully recovers his memories.
I hope you all participate!
Chapter start
Kamui seriously hated school. Violet orbs narrowed in vexed frustration as the teacher continued to rant at him, demanding him to do better in history.
"Just because you are Imonoyama ward-"
Ah, they had reached the real reason. Of course, Kamui was a Shirou by blood and birth. His mother Tooru had been disinterested in his schoolwork so long as he managed to pass in the end. Skipping school, being violent, bad grades, they had all been accepted by Tooru.
"You'll make your own way, Kamui. I believe in that." Tooru had made that into some kind of mantra.
Things had changed drastically since her death though. Kamui had been prepared to quit school and get a job. It wasn't as if he cared about math or science, or anything really. Then Tokiko Magami had swooped in and brought him here, to Clamp campus.
And in the end, he had ended up a ward of the ever annoying, overly helpful, too-smart-for-his-own-good, Nokoru Imonoyama. Tokiko was a young bride and unable to handle a wild teenager. Therefore, the chairperson had become his guardian.
Thus, began their personal war.
Both Kamui and Nokoru were far too stubborn. Suoh had taken to sighing whenever the two met up, while Akira would stifle giggles. Kamui had just begun to feel the need to violently throttle the blonde-haired person, when Nokoru declared he had a new plan for his willful ward.
Thus, he met Fuma Monou. Fuma had once been just as violently inclined as Kamui, after the death of his own mother Saya. However, the older teen, already in his third year, had learned to control his darker tendencies. It was hoped he could teach Kamui the same.
Too bad the two mostly ended up violently fighting themselves. Kamui was still furious at the idiot Nokoru had assigned him. The guy always wore glasses, as if they made him cool. And he was always teasing Kamui, until the violet eyes teen would snap and launch at him.
Then there was the obnoxious bunch he always hung around. Yuuto and Nataku, Satsuki and that Subaru, with his twin sister Hokuto.
Kamui had complained liberally to Nokoru about them as a group but it couldn't be denied his grades had improved. Mostly because Fuma would chase him down until the violet-eyed teen was not capable of fighting back, meaning he would sit mostly attentive to Satsuki or Subaru, while they explained the work to him.
"Kamui? Are you even listening?" The teacher slammed his hands on the desk.
Kamui looked at him from the corner of his gaze, teeth grinding. "Not really."
The teacher sighed after a moment. "I just don't know what to do with you. I figured Subaru would be able to calm you down but… Get out of here."
He needed no more encouragement than that. He was already late.
It had been roughly three months since Subaru had approached him. Kamui had been aware of Subaru, of course. Fuma had quickly figured out Kamui listened to the emerald eyed guy and had wasted no time in roping his friends into helping his 'little brother'.
It had begun simply. Fuma would tire him out and then Subaru would begin tutoring him. Kamui would stay there until one of his own friends, Keiichi mostly, and sometimes Sorata would come and fetch him. Sorata hated Fuma so it led to some interesting moments. Kamui admitted to getting some sick pleasure at seeing Fuma being attacked by the Kansai accented transfer student.
Sorata had too much energy. Fuma had remarked, sarcastically, that Kamui only had loud-mouthed friends because they had stalked him into it.
It had slowly changed to Kamui seeking Subaru out. And from there it had morphed into stolen kisses and touches. Kamui was younger and less experienced and so it feels to Subaru to be a different kind of teacher, something he seemed to enjoy.
Three glorious months of being together had calmed Kamui to a small degree, since Subaru disliked Kamui getting into fights. His grades had improved even further.
Nokoru had been gleeful, practically cackling over the dinner they had all shared. As his guardian it was his right, he asserted, to make sure Kamui picked a decent lover. Subaru had handled the weirdness of the Imonoyama dinner table with grace, despite the fact he was obviously thrown off by the energy that crackled the area when Kamui and Nokoru were together. Suoh had taken to rubbing his temple when Kamui began shouting at his guardian while Nokoru kept on teasing and taunting.
Now, here he was. Kamui burst into the gazebo area slightly out of breath. "Sorry I'm late!"
Subaru smiled at him gently, arms already opening to have the smaller boy settling into. "It's alright."
That was what Kamui adored about Subaru. It seemed no matter what the older boy never got mad at him. Sure, there were times when he seemed annoyed or even vexed but he never actually used angry words. It was that gentle presence that made Kamui feel safe.
"Our time has been cut into, though," Subaru mumbled after a moment of holding him. "You have a history test to study for."
Kamui huffed. "And you have to help setting up the gym for the open house for new applicants."
Subaru smiled faintly. "Hazard of being a third year. Don't worry. As soon as I'm done I'll come over to see you."
"Alright." Kamui nodded, nuzzling into Subaru's chest.
The two parted not long after, Subaru heading to his project and Kamui jogging to his group of friends. Arashi and Sorata were together, along with Yuzuriha, Arashi's 'little sister'.
It was a longtime accepted practice, pairing up an elder student who was more advanced somehow with a younger, less focused student. Yuzuriha wasn't stupid or even incapable of the work, much like Kamui. She was, however, easily distracted and a huge chatterbox. And she had a penchant for sneaking her large husky, Inuki, onto campus.
Because she was part of the dorms, Nokoru was slightly at a loss as to what to do with the duo. He couldn't exactly send the dog all the way to the shrine Yuzuriha lived at. (He had tried and Yuzuriha had been so distraught her grades and everything had slipped) The only solution he could come up with was to move the girl and dog into the home he had given to Kamui.
Kamui didn't necessarily mind the dog. Inuki was prone to coming to his side and being totally still. Yuzuriha on the other hand, was never, ever still.
Arashi was the total opposite of the hyperactive middle-schooler. Calm and poised, it was almost as if she were a machine sometimes. She had a serious, no nonsense attitude that promised hurt to people who annoyed her too badly. Her aura was so off-putting when it came to advances that only the dense seeming Sorata dared to try to catching her.
"Oh, Kamui!" Yuzuriha spotted him first and leaped to her feet excitedly. The first few rebuffs from him had taught her not to try and hug him but she was still twitching with excitement.
Sorata grinned widely. "Hey kid! How ya doing today? C'mon sit with us." His big hand smacked the blanket they all sat on, close to Arashi, directly on the book she had laid there.
Her eye twitched dangerously. "Er… sorry?" the big guy tried.
Arashi huffed, yanking the book from under his fingers. "You're such a child sometimes."
"Hey, now I can't help it. I'm still growing after all," Sorata protested, laughing joyfully.
Kamui carefully plopped against the tree they were near, sighing. Inuki came over and draped his big head over his lap, whining slightly. He threaded his fingers through the gray hair, making the tail wag.
His master dropped beside them. "Wow, Inuki really likes you! Here, I made cream coquettes. You like them right?"
"Yeah," Kamui mumbled taking one so she would go away.
"Yuzuriha! You still need to finish this paper, its due tomorrow." Arashi tossed the girl a notebook. Without thinking about it the girl ducked. Kamui barely had time to bring his hand up to block it from sailing into his face. It made a small squish noise when it connected and he realized…
"Oh no! My notebook, it has cream all over it now!"
Kamui covered his eyes with his hand when Yuzuriha cried over the notebook. Arashi shook her head. "Sorry Kamui. I didn't think she'd dodge it."
"Its fine," he muttered, brushing some crumbs from his lap now.
Sorata laughed loudly. "Hey, no real harm done! Hand over that notebook."
Sorata set about cleaning the pages gently.
"I guess at the least Karen-sensei is so nice. She'll understand it wasn't my fault!" The chipper girl giggled.
As Arashi set to scolding the girl again, Kamui sighed, leaning back into his tree. He wondered how Subaru was doing…
The emerald eyes teen was currently swiping an arm across his forehead, collecting the bit of sweat.
"Damn," Fuma swore softly. "The least they could do is open the windows."
Yuuto dropped his bundle of tools near the both of them, making Fuma growl at how close one came to his foot. Yuuto merely smiled, shrugging. "Aw, come now. Surely a little heat isn't any big deal?"
"How the hell aren't you sweating?" Fuma swore again, grabbing up a tool from the pile.
Satsuki had followed right behind Yuuto, offering some towels. "Yuuto says it is from sheer force of will. However, that is not possible. It is the fact he has yet to do anything that would require his body to generate heat, therefore he does not sweat."
"I knew it," Fuma mumbled, while Subaru merely sighs.
"Now, now. Sweating is so much more becoming from manly men," Yuuto said with a laugh.
Subaru thanked Satsuki when she handed him a towel, stifling his smile when she tossed one in Fuma's face. The spiky haired youth grumbled as he tore it off, using it for his neck. When Fuma's cell began to ring incessantly, Subaru glanced at his friend. Fuma had his head cocked, a small smirk on his lips as he looked at the screen, content for it to go to voicemail.
"Playing with a new victim," Subaru couldn't help but ask. Or keep the small bite from his voice. He was aware of what happened to victims who were played with. He had first hand knowledge, in fact, from his first boyfriend, Seishiro.
Fuma merely smirked deeper. "Something like that." He dropped the plastic into his pocket, chuckling. "Speaking of playthings, how's Kamui doing?"
The youth narrowed his eyes before the expression washed away to be his usual stoicism. "His health is just fine," Subaru returned, deliberately misunderstanding.
Fuma could only chuckle again. "That's fine then."
Of course, Fuma could never leave well enough alone. "I couldn't leave him with just anyone after all. He is my charge, from the chairman no less."
Nataku had slithered up to them as well, his stoic gaze for mainly Fuma. Subaru kept his voice neutral. "You seemed content enough to let us all take over for you, when you were bored of being a tutor."
"Was I," Fuma asked with a smile.
In truth, Subaru would probably be fine without Fuma in his life. Probably… but he didn't want to. Fuma was one of those odd beings that attracted you into his orbit. Once there, it was an impossibility to want to leave it.
Fuma was called away by Aoki-sensei and the others trailed after him. Subaru stayed where he was, determined to finish. He climbed the ladder set up against the wall carefully, thoughts split.
Kamui would be expecting him. Subaru thought about the teen softly. Kamui had been an unexpected surprise wrapped up in a hard exterior. Sure, the teen had his rough edges but Subaru found them to be amusing. Only he saw the emotionally stilted child behind the actions and it made him want to reach out, to cling, and to give all the warmth he could.
It had been a shock. Subaru hadn't ever thought he would like someone else again, after Seishiro. Even Hokuto had stopped trying to set him up after he had blown up on her, and she had found her own lover named Kakyou. Some delicate dude who lived mostly in the hospital it seemed, with how often she was there now.
"Subaru… Subaru you're so cold now," Hokuto murmured. "But, I have faith. I have faith that someday, somebody will heal you."
He had scoffed initially. Then Kamui had come along, a hurricane of spitfire and, in the quiet moments, a vulnerability that sparked from his violet orbs. Truly, he hadn't known what to think the first time he had met him.
Fuma had come stumbling in, arguing with a bundle hoisted over his shoulder. To say they were all shocked when one Kamui Shirou was dropped on their table was an understatement. To say they were shocked when he immediately launched upwards swinging would be a total lie. Even before meeting him face to face they all had heard about Kamui, how he was in fights every other week, winning more often than not thanks to his speed and surprising strength.
Still, Fuma had built and experience on his side, and the ability to turn off all feeling, becoming cold as ice. Kamui ran on heat. No surprise he couldn't beat Fuma, and eventually became so exhausted he became… not docile, but tolerant, snapping lazily instead of outright violence.
It had been concerning, watching the way the two went at each other. Subaru recognized the feral look of a predator in Fuma's eyes and knew he was getting dangerously close to trying to dominate Kamui, and for the first time in a long time, his previously dead heart had thumped in warning protest.
Even then, he wouldn't have acted beyond steering the teen away from Fuma, by taking over most of the study dates. Too many parallels and the last thing Subaru wanted were to be a Seishiro.
Then the kiss happened and more followed after.
His smile was soft. Truly, Kamui…
"Shit look out!"
"Subaru!"
The startled teen heard the cries just as he felt the ladder he was atop tumble. A basketball bounced harmlessly away as the floor rushed up to meet his wide eyes.
He grunted on impact, groaning when he was turned onto his back, Fuma's narrowed gaze on him.
"Subaru, can you hear me? Stay awake, you need to-"
"…Kamui…" he quickly lost the fight to listen to his friend, eyes closing as his brain filtered images of a violet eyes teen, images that blurred further and further with each replaying.
End chapter
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