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Warning: This is going to be yaoi, m/m, so if you don't like don't read. Mature themes here. You must be 18+ to read.

I thank you for reading my story and for all the reviews. I'm sorry that I have not answered your comments or continued this until now. When I had wrote this I had intended to finish this but my grandpa died not long after I wrote the first chapter and my life went down hill shortly after. For going on eight years, my family has been caregiving for my grandmother and she developed dementia. Things are rough still but I haven't done much creative work for a long time and I just needed an outlet and something to do. I have matured so hopefully my writing will reflect that and you will be able to enjoy the story more.

A/N: This story revolves solely on Kamui and Subaru. The events of the end of the world have passed. Three years have passed since the final battle. There will be flashbacks. Well let's get going to the story at hand. Oh, and any questions leave it in the reviews.

Summary: Subaru had left after taking the position of Sakurazukamori. He abandoned his duty as a Dragon of Heaven. The Ten no Ryu did not know what happened to their comrade; however, there was word that the Sumeragi had died shortly after his disappearance. The Ten no Ryu were all hit by the news, but it was Kamui, who was effected most of all. After the Promised Day the Ten no Ryu had won. The casualties were great on both sides only Kakyou, Yuzuriha, Sorata, and Kamui survived the battle. Kamui has fallen into insanity and the strain has grown too great for the surviving members. The Sumeragi clan has promised to take in the broken boy into their care from Nokoru's hands. The night of question, Nokoru was surprised to see that Subaru was the one to retrieve the boy.

Bleed Away Insanity

Prologue: The Broken Angel and the Hunter

The pregnant moon hung in the heavy sky of ebony's embrace. Clouds drifted lazily across the full moon, occasionally purging everything in darkness. Tokyo was still as lively as ever; even more so at night. The city has recovered from the apocalyptic battle already brushed off the shoulder of man. People going about their business did not pay any mind to the slender beauty walking pass them. This spectral being however, did not forget what has occurred in this once damned city. His unruly black hair hung about his amethyst eyes, framing delicate cheekbones, and drooped casually on slim shoulders. Pale porcelain skin blended with the clean white of his clothes. Bandaged hands swayed at his sides unnoticed as he walked. His bare feet made a soft padding noise as he walked on the concrete.

To everyone he remains unseen amongst the sea of people; they carried on with their own business. The boy may not be noticed by the mortals, but above was not the case. He was all that the surveyor saw; everything else just shadows. To the surveyor he was the brightest being there; a white phantom to the darkness. This spectator was hunting for only one prey and that hunter had found it. The angel among mortals would be his and only. No one else will harm him anymore. The hunter would end all the pain.

Unfocused half lidded violet eyes stared straight ahead. As if in a daze the young boy continued to walk his unclear path, letting his legs take him where they willed. He abandoned the crowd and drifted to the darkness of an alley. Unfortunately for the entranced young boy he did not go unnoticed by a group of lustful eyes. They followed him to the cover of the darkness.

The young boy realized something was amiss and turns to face lustful stares. Unknowing of their plans for him he merely looked at them in blank curiosity. They chuckled as they surrounded him. They were wolves to the slaughter, and the boy, the sheep. The men were hungry ravenous beasts ready to take and steal. The young boy looked confused and lost as he was boxed in.

"Well, well, look at what we've got here!" said a gruff looking man.

"Yeah, a beautiful boy wandering around so late and alone just screams trouble! Don't you know how dangerous it is?" a lanky man chuckled, reaching a hand to the boy and laughing as the youth stepped away.

"Don't worry sweetie we just want to have fun!" laughed another as he advanced the confused boy, "If you behave, you'll enjoy it too. We promise." He grabbed the startled boy and pushed him to the wall.

The young boy looked up with wide eyes. "What are you doing?" he asked. He did not understand or could not anymore. His mind was barely connected to reality. In the corner of his eye he saw a shadow move towards the man that held him.

To the hunter's anger, someone dared to move on what was his. They were touching his claim and ready to further defile the broken angel within their grasp. They would die. Down he swept through the air with ease, to the earth from his perch and ready for the kill.

"Heh, you'll find out soon-" the man stopped short as he stared at his hands still clutching the boy but he was no longer attached to them. His confusion was short lived as agony crippled him. He screamed in terror and pain, his blood spray from his stumps. He fell to his knees, blood spraying the boy and the ground before him.

The boy looked at the screaming man as he fell before his feet, blood threatening to stain his bare feet. He felt the warmth soaking into his robes. He moved away from the creeping puddle still staring at the screaming man. Noises caught his attention as he looked up to see more crumple to the ground with holes punched through their chests. He watched in stunned horror as all of them fell. The moving darkness turned towards him. The shadow moved to the screaming man and with a swipe of the arm, his head was gone.

The boy's lips trembled at the sight, glimpses of memory filling his eyes. He was pulled back to reality as he met a pair of mismatched eyes. Something in his mind registered this as a threat. He unconsciously backed away from the eyes and the darkness. The wall scratching against his back confirming that this is real and he might be torn apart too. He looked down at the hands that still clung to his arms and with a scream he swatted them off. The boy turned sharply on his heels and ran in to the abyss of the alleyway.

The hunter dealt with the scum easily and quickly to his satisfaction though with more brutality than he ever inflicted in the past. The hunter looked towards his prey, watching him idly stepping away from the cooling filth of the man's blood. The dead men's blood smelled as foul as themselves. His prey, however, he could smell his sweet and intoxicating blood from his bandaged hands and he could hear that rapidly beating heart. He met his prey's gaze and caught the fleeting thought of the previous sakurazukamori. He watched the boy turn and flee out the alley. He soon gave chase, making sure to keep safe distance between them. He would wait till the moment came and he knew that was not far from now. He could still smell that rich scent and the pounding of his heart.

The boy ran to get away from that feeling in his mind that told him to run. He felt as though he was in danger and the feeling of flight was so strong and demanding. He knew that the shadow was following. It was hunting him. His feet were pounding on the hard sharp street, becoming sore from the abusive surface. Soon he was on harsh soil turning to softer grass. The boy collapsed, out of breath and energy. He panted feeling the dampness of the blood on his clothes. His mind prickled to the arrival of another. In truth, his mind felt the other keeping close to him as he ran. Now that shadow had closed the distance and was behind a few meager steps away. He gathered himself up and braced himself when he turns to face his pursuer. A fevered look came upon his face as his breathing became shallower. He saw the mismatched eyes but this gaze to his mind's memory was different. Green and honey eyes stared at him calmly, not the honey and cold stare of glass. His lips quivered as his breath caught in his throat. This person felt so familiar to him.

/No.../ He remembered from before so many times ago this happen. His mind chose to torment him again drive him to a screaming, trashing, and bleeding mess. This same ghost kept haunting his vision, his dream, his heart. He knew this could not be real but how he wished it was. He was crazy thinking all this time what he saw was true. Fate had driven him insane and chose to use his heart to deceive and tear at him. Tears blinded him as shook head in denial, "Not again please... don't do this to me... stop-!"

Everything narrowed as the boy was swept into oblivion. The sakurazukamori caught the fallen boy in his arms trench coat billowing like black fire behind him. His ears picked up the whispered word in the air, "Subaru."

Subaru looked down at the boy; his face expressionless. He had caught his prey and he would ensure only he could have him. He smiled at the sleeping boy in his embrace, "Kamui... "