((Author's Notes – Based on a fic I wrote a few years ago, but adapted slightly. I realised I write hundreds of SxS fics, and no non-lemon ones. XPP Not necessarily a bad thing, but I should try and write something else.))
Disclaimer – I don't own any of the characters, CLAMP does. I do own the plot, though. And the F-Virus.
Infection
Chapter One.
Curled up against the wall of the miscellaneous building, Kamui looked up as his twin star crossed the ruptured street to leer at him, despite Sorata's best attempts to repel the Dragon of Earth's Kamui.
"Giving up so soon, Kamui-kun? That's no fun. I thought I was in for a challenge."
Kamui felt his face turn a little red, and looked away as his violet eyes closed. Blood was dripping from a small but painfully clean-edged cut on his cheek, wincing at the stereotypical 'shiiiiing' sound of wind and electricity melding against each other in a way that wind and electricity weren't supposed to meld. Raising his eyes and looking at Fuuma, Kamui visibly wilted.
Then something strange happened.
Even as Fuuma reached down to wipe the blood from Kamui's cheek, a sadistic leer on his face, a jolt of light/electricity/force flickered between the twin stars and both of their eyes widened considerably. The entire area lit up, as if a solar flare or some equally unnatural phenomenon was occurring. The yellow jolts of power bounced around inside the kekkai that Sorata had spun, noting the probability of a fight when the monk and Kamui had run into /Kamui/ and Yuuto.
Slowly, sullenly, the light died away. But… something wasn't right.
A smirk on his face, the Kamui of the Dragons of Heaven stood up slowly from where he was wilting on the ground and raised his hand, the long-discarded Shinken wrenching itself from the concrete building and flying to his beckoning grasp. Wielding the weapon professionally, Kamui turned to his twin star.
"…Heh. You think I'm giving up? You're stupider than you look/Kamui/."
Fuuma was behaving very weirdly, actually. A look of intense fear and slight loathing had flickered into his eyes and he seemed to… shrink away from the apparently imposing figure of Kamui. Who was at least four inches shorter than him.
"…Sorata!"
"Yeah?" The kansai monk was staring at them, looking shell-shocked. Yuuto was the same.
"We're getting out of here. These weaklings aren't worth wasting power on. At least… not yet."
Nodding obediently, Sorata turned and he and Kamui launched from the floor and alighted to the top of the nearest building, promptly jumping away.
Left with the slowly-recovering /Kamui, Yuuto walked over to him and raised on eyebrow, looking slightly worried. "…Uh/Kamui/…?"
Looking up, the twin star paled and swallowed, "…My name's…. Fuuma…"
The blonde civil servant blinked at him, "Okaaaay… 'Fuuma'… Are you okay?"
"Y-yeah…" The evil Kamui stood up, shakily, letting the Shinken slip from his fingers as he leant against the wall, "..I-I dunno if I can do this, Kigai-san…"
"…Do what?"
"Kill Kamui."
Yuuto blinked, "Wait, let me get this straight; you're saying you can't kill Kamui…?"
The poor, confused teenager blinked at him and shook his head, "N-no… I can't."
Yuuto's eye twitched, and the civil servant had to prevent himself from face-faulting, "How come?"
"I-I can't…!" The Kamui of the Dragons of Earth wailed petulantly, looking on the edge of tears, "H-he was my best friend! I promised to protect him! I can't kill him!"
"Anno…" Poor Yuuto reached out, grabbing /Kamui/'s arm and pulling him forward as the civil servant launched into the air, bringing a slightly-unsteady Fuuma with him as they jumped over buildings towards City Hall.
He didn't know what he was going to say to Kanoe.