The Bloody Love.
Kal Kally: This is a non-English fic of Kamui, a friend of . Since it was written not in English, I decide to translate it into English and post here for her.
Disclaimer: As everyone else says, X/1999 is not mine nor my friend's.
At the moment Kamui met Fuuma's eyes, he knew they would be parted forever. Kamui closed his eyes, feeling Fuuma's hot blood smeared all over his own face. It was burning and it tasted so salty and bitter.
Why did Fuuma look at him that way. Why was there such an anguish emotion in those cold sharp eyes? Why did he had to kill Fuuma?
The sky was indifferently beautiful with flickering stars. The wind turned strong and violent on the top of Tokyo tower. Thousands of questions swirling inside Kamui's mind, his only desire was to escape from the harsh reality before his eyes.
Finally, the pain and anguish set free. He cried and screamed, for a moment not quite sane, he wanted to tear the sky to find peace for his mind. His cries were swallowed by the silence of the night, the only answer he gained was the song of the wind. Kamui collapsed. He crawled to Fuuma's corpse, touch his friend's hair and closed gently his dead eyes. A denial howl escaped his throat, the scream of a wounded beast. That scream returned him to reality once again, to Fuuma's body lying in a pool of blood.
Press a hand to Fuuma's check, Kamui kept carefully his head not to fall down. Then a miracle happened. Fuuma's hand moved and closed on Kamui's one. Kamui couldn't believe in his own eyes, he hold Fuuma's hand tightly in both of his.
Fuuma seemed to whisper something, Kamui leaned closer and caught it. "Kamui… die… happiness." Kamui froze, in a fleeting moment, he forgot it was him that killed Fuuma. "Kamui… to die in your hands… is… my… happiness…"
The miracle disappeared once the words were finished. Kamui was reduced to a victim of fate again. He rested his head on Fuuma's corpse.
… The moment he killed Fuuma, the moment he killed his own heart.
Who could live without a heart? Not Kamui, never be Kamui.
He picked up the sword on the ground, stared at it then closed his eyes. It was this sword that caused Fuuma's death. A drop of water fell on the sword. Could it be… tear?
Kamui raised the sword to his throat. Blood seemed to dyed the night sky in red. A body fell on top of another one. Finally they were together. Their blood mixed. Their bodies intertwined.
A shooting star crossed the sky. Only a single star.
The wind became even more violent. The petals of sakura were falling. A white feather fell on the two intertwined corpses.
The moon had never been that bloody.
The wind continued to blow. Sakura's petals continued to fall.
Tokyo's tower was swallowed in blood.
