Secret Admirer
By MikoSwordmaiden
Disclaimer: I don't own X/1999 or their AMAZING characters (though goodness knows, I WISH I DID!!!). I couldn't resist reading between lines, so please don't sue me for an active imagination. :)
Summary: Strange things have been going on with Arashi and it has Sorata worried. Can he discover what is wrong with her before things go from bad to worse??? (Not my best summary but it'll have to do)
Authors Note: Okay, so I finished watching X/1999 the TV series and the movie. I LOVED this series, but I have yet to read the manga. So for the hardcore diehard fans of the manga, please forgive me for any errors in the story line if I make any. I just fell in love with Sorata and Arashi; they are BY FAR my FAVORITE characters! So for this particular story I took a small piece of their story as portrayed in the X Movie (which you'll probably recognize in the first few paragraphs), but initially this story is set in the TV series BEFORE Kamui chooses a side and the proverbial "Shit hits the fan"…….
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Anger. Fury. Outrage. All of these emotions burned deep and hot within her as she watched her companion writhe in pain under an unseen force too powerful to stop. He would die if this continued and she WOULD NOT let that happen. Whirling to face the enemy who would dare attack a fellow dragon of heaven, she sprang into the air without hesitation to meet him, her sacred sword at the ready.
Metal struck against metal. The sound rang loud throughout the air as a deadly battle ensued. Each strike shook her body, the power and strength of her enemy was too much. Without a doubt, she knew who would win this battle…and who would lose. And yet, her fierce determination and sense of duty, of protection, of destiny would not allow her to back down or flee.
Sweat stung her eyes as she continued to thrust and parry. Then in a sudden flash her opponent was gone. Vanished! But still the blows from an unseen attacker continued. How could this be!?! Suddenly the battle took a turn that she could not have possibly planned on.
How can I fight what I cannot see!?! Her mind screamed, as the blows seemed to come from every direction. Faltering, Arashi felt each strike she couldn't deflect, her heart hammering in her chest. This was it. The fate she had prepared for as a dragon of heaven. The moment she knew would someday come, but now, in the face of impending death, she found that she was not ready. She now had something to live for. Some ONE to live for. And suddenly that anger, that outrage, and that fury rapidly dissolved into fear. Fear of losing everything she had gained.
"No" she whimpered so softly it was lost in the torrents of wind that swept around her.
Bracing herself for the inevitable, she gasped when without warning the blows stopped and strong arms wrapped themselves securely around her waist.
"Arashi! I've got you!!!" he assured as he used his own body as a shield to protect her. She looked up to see his eyes, those beautiful eyes, usually bright with hope and a hint of mischief were now filled with love and deep concern. Eyes that never ceased to take her breathe away.
"Thanks" she said, hoping that her eyes mirrored the gratitude she felt with a small smile gracing her lips. He smiled then. A smile that made her feel that, for just a moment, everything would be alright.
Then, all at once, that moment was shattered and his beautiful smile was replaced with a look of pain; an agonized groan escaping his mouth. Even she had felt the force of the terrible impact he received as his side began to poor a steady stream of blood. With the ghost of an anxious glance in her direction he pushed her away from him, trying to get her out of harms way. He then charged towards their attacker, a blazing orb of electricity hissing and crackling in his hands as a confident, almost crazed smile spread across his face. Their attacker raised his sword, a wicked smile plastered across his own face and abruptly Arashi realized that this was what she had been dreading. Her companion was going to die. Die for her. Die before ever knowing her true feelings for him. His precious blood already spilled, now flowing in a horrifying torrent. No… NO!
"NOOOOOOO!!!!" She screamed as she bolted upright in her bed. She gasped for air as though she were suffocating. Arashi clutched the bed sheets to her chest as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. Her body shook from adrenaline and the cold sweat that trickled down her temples and her back.
A dream, her mind supplied as she took in the furniture of her darkened bedroom. She glanced at the window and saw that the stars and moon were out, and with a swift glance in the opposite direction her alarm clock confirmed that it was indeed still night time. Three o'clock in the morning to be more precise.
Forcing herself to stop gasping, she took a deep breath trying to calm the rapid pulse in her veins. Closing her eyes she tried to focus but was met with the image of her companion, blood streaming from a wound in his side, death enveloping his body. The image from her dream lingering, waiting for her to fall back into its depths.
She released the breath she'd been holding in a rush as her heart started to race again at the thought. How could it have been a dream!?! It seemed SO REAL. Her hands shook as she brought them up to her face, wiping the sweat from her brow. Abruptly a thought struck her…a terrible thought. What if…what if it wasn't a dream??? What if it had really happened? A knot started to grow in her throat and tears stung her eyes.
"Sorata!?" she choked out in a strangled whisper. Immediately detangling herself from the sheets she quickly snatched her robe and bolted out of her room. She swiftly yet silently made her way through the old mansion to Sorata's room. She started to slow down as she neared the corner of the hall that would lead her straight to his room.
What if Im wrong? She thought to herself. What if it was just a dream? He'd never let me hear the end of it if I told him I've been dreaming of him! That thought nearly made her turn back, but the image of Sorata bleeding to death urged her to round the corner and stop at his door. It was slightly ajar, and taking another deep breath, Arashi pushed open the crack just a little more.
Her eyes, already adjusted to the dark, could make out every object in his room. The nightstand, alarm clock, closet and chairs; a surprisingly clean floor and…an empty, unslept in bed…...
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