"Kamui," I call the boy to my side yet again. "Kamui."
Before I get a chance to say anything I am crying again. My tears stain his hands, his tiny, pale little hands. I hold them in mine, marveling at how small they are. I look up and my gaze meets his. He looks troubled, but tired. He has heard it all before.
"Kamui." I find it soothing to simply repeat his name to myself, to him. It serves as my anchor to the outside world, to the present day. "Blood, Kamui. Blood."
"There's no blood, Subaru-chan," Kamui holds my face in his delicate hands. He lets my head rest on his chest and cradles me in his arms. "There's no blood here."
"Sei...shi...ro...san."
"Shh," Kamui holds me close and whispers into my hair. "No more blood."
The night is cold and dark. I can barely see where I am going, though I know it is imperitive that I arrive there soon. I pull my gloves on extra tight and quicken my pace, just slightly.
"Now I know you aren't running away from an individual in need now are you?"
I turn to face him, the one I knew was following me the moment I walked out of the bar. I match my gaze with his, hoping I seem as cold as I wish I could feel.
"Such a kind boy as yourself, I would think you would at least care to examine my wound."
"Wound?" I can think of no scathing response to his condescending remarks. I let him walk toward me and extend his right arm to just below my lips. The tip of his index finger is bleeding, surely the result of a papercut or something of that nature. My lips part, allowing his finger to enter the confines of my mouth. I close my lips around the tip of it and massage the small, bleeding crevice with my tongue. Iron seeps into my soul.
He gradually comes closer to me, until we are standing no more than three inches apart. His finger is still in my mouth. My lips part again, and his fingers play over my face like the careful legs of a spider. Some extend to the back of my neck, and these he uses to bring my face to his.
Our lips touch, and his tongue enters my mouth, a much preferred entity to that of his right index finger. I let my tongue massage his, and my hands travel to the other's face without my awareness. After a few more moments of these proceedings he pulls away from me.
"The taste of my own blood," he smiles at me then, putting his index finger to his own lips. "So strange."
"Kamui.""There's no blood here, Sumeragi Subaru-kun."