Family Reunion
[A X / Fruit Basket Crossover ]
By: Teno Hikari
email: tenohikari@cs.com
Summary: The threat to the world is over and Shirou Kamui searches for his long lost father, one of the cursed members of the Souma clan.
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Chapter Four
Kamui tried not to show his discomfort as he watched both Kyou and Yuki glare at each other from across the table. Dinner was eaten in silence which he was grateful for since it looked like the two older men looked like they were going to get into it. How on earth did his mother handle that kind of tension? Then again, she had told him her time with the Souma family had been the happiest during her teenage years.
'Okaasan,' he felt a sharp pang in his chest. 'You had to give that all up because me, didn't you?'
Seeing the depressed look on Kamui's face, Shigure quickly brightened up and changed the subject. "Ne, Kamui-kun?" the older man smiled. "Where are you from?"
"Tokyo," Kamui responded automatically, thankful for the tension breaker as the glaring Soumas finally went back to eating. "I've been living there for about a year."
"Must not have been easy with all the earthquakes I've heard about," said Yuki as he took sip of his tea. "But they stopped this year, right?"
The former Dragon of Heaven caught himself before flinching and nodded. "Hai ... right now, construction is going on everywhere."
"I heard Tokyo Tower was a wreck," Kyou said between mouthfuls of his rice ball. "It'll be awhile before they fix it up again."
Kamui's hands trembled and he quickly let them slip onto his lap. Tokyo Tower had been where the last battle took place on the Promise Day that would determine whether the human world would survive to see a tomorrow. Looking into his hands he could still see and smell the blood on them. Fuuma's blood ... he could see his best friend's hazel eyes stare blankly as he beheaded him with one stroke. His wish to protect Fuuma and Kotori ... could never be granted.
"Shirou-san?"
The young man blinked as a hand rested on his shoulder and concerned violet eyes loomed over him. "Are you all right?" Yuki asked for the second time that night. "You look pale."
"I ...," Kamui breathed. "I'm fine ... I guess I kinda tired myself out on the trip here."
"Well, take it easy then," Yuki smiled as he leaned back to finish his dinner, ignoring the forming glare his cousin was giving him.
"Ah," the teenager nodded as he picked up his chop sticks again and began to eat even though he no longer had an appetite.
"So ...," Shigure began to stir up conversation again after a long silence. "How is Tor... your mother?"
Yuki had not caught the slip much to Kamui's relief. Kyou's attention turned from glaring at his cousin and focused on the boy instead. The youth's face was blank of all emotion as he picked through his food.
"Okaasan ...," he began, finally setting the chopsticks down once more. "Okaasan died last year, that's why I moved to Tokyo ... to stay with some friends."
Kyou dropped his chopsticks and Shigure stopped smiling. Both Soumas looked drained of coloring accept Yuki who only gave the teen a sympathetic look. Kamui averted their gazes, because if he looked at them he knew he would probably break down. For months he blamed himself for his mother's death ... she was most dear to him and he wasn't able to protect her.
"I'm sorry to hear that, Shirou-kun," Yuki said softly. "It must have been hard."
"It was," Kamui admitted. "But I promised her I wouldn't stop living just because she was gone. When I went to Tokyo ... days went by pretty quickly ... going to school and other stuff."
Like protecting kekkais and defeating the Dragons of Earth.
Yuki smiled, "That's good. You really remind me of someone I knew, Shirou-san."
Kyou flinched but said nothing as he finished dinner and headed out with a short good-bye to Kamui. Yuki shook his head and muttered 'stupid cat' under his breath while Shigurei tried to smile. The teen yawned and realized how late it was, and it was probably going to be a long walk back to the hotel.
"Kamui-kun, you look tired," Shigurei noted. "Why don't you stay for the night? We have an extra room ..."
Kamui caught the intense glare Yuki gave the other man. Obviously the extra room had been Torhu's and even as sixteen years went by, he missed her greatly. It almost made Kamui smile.
"Sumimasen, Shirou-san," Yuki apologized. "That room is a bit ... messy ... you can sleep in mine."
"Iie," Kamui shook his head. "It's all right, I'm staying at a hotel a friend made reservations for my trip. So please, don't worry about it."
Yuki only nodded before he politely said his good-byes and headed upstairs. When they heard a door close shut, Shigurei's smiling mask fell off. The serious and sad look on his face reminded Kamui a lot about Subaru.
"I'm sorry, Kamui-kun," Shigurei breathed. "Torhu-kun ... was very close to all of us."
"I know," the teenager sighed. "She never forgot about all of you and ... loved each of you dearly."
"Yuki-kun ... he's your father, isn't he?" asked the older man as he removed his suit tie.
"Hai," Kamui was thankful his voice didn't waver. "Okaasan told me there was a resemblance."
"Oh, there is," Shigurei smiled slightly. "You are going to tell him, aren't you?"
"I will," the teenager nodded. "I just need to wait for the right time ... there's a lot I want to tell him ... a lot Okaasan wanted to tell him but never had the chance too."
"May I ask," the older man started carefully. "How she died?"
The young man slowly met the other's eyes before lowering them once more. "A fire," he answered. "She burned to death ..."
"I see," the older man bowed his head. "I'm sorry to bring up such painful memories, Kamui-kun."
"It's all right," the youth slowly got to his feet. "What I regret the most was unable to fulfill my promise."
The novelist absently wiped his eyes on a handkerchief, "Your promise, Kamui-kun?"
"Ah, it's nothing anymore," the youth shook his head. "It's late ... I should probably get going. Thank you for dinner, Shigurei-san."
"Not at all, Kamui-kun!" the older man quickly got to his feet. "If you're not to busy, could you please come visit tomorrow night? I know a lot of people who would love to meet you!"
"Uh, sure," Kamui nodded. "Just please, don't tell him ... about me ... I'll tell him on my own time."
"Of course," Shigurei smiled once again and was please to see a small one appear on the young man's face too. "I'll drive you to your hotel."
"I'll do it."
Both turned to see Kyou standing in the doorway, apparently he had overheard the whole thing since his face was a mixture of pain and anger. He absently groped for his car keys out of his leather jacket and motioned Kamui to the garage. "I'll drive Kamui back, I did bring him here after all."
"Okay," Shigurei patter Kamui on the shoulder again. "See you tomorrow, Kamui-kun, good night!"
The teenager followed the redhead out and the novelist dropped down on his seat at the table and brought a hand to cover his eyes. Warm tears slipped through his fingers as tried not cry since Yuki was upstairs.
"Torhu-kun ..."
[A X / Fruit Basket Crossover ]
By: Teno Hikari
email: tenohikari@cs.com
Summary: The threat to the world is over and Shirou Kamui searches for his long lost father, one of the cursed members of the Souma clan.
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Chapter Four
Kamui tried not to show his discomfort as he watched both Kyou and Yuki glare at each other from across the table. Dinner was eaten in silence which he was grateful for since it looked like the two older men looked like they were going to get into it. How on earth did his mother handle that kind of tension? Then again, she had told him her time with the Souma family had been the happiest during her teenage years.
'Okaasan,' he felt a sharp pang in his chest. 'You had to give that all up because me, didn't you?'
Seeing the depressed look on Kamui's face, Shigure quickly brightened up and changed the subject. "Ne, Kamui-kun?" the older man smiled. "Where are you from?"
"Tokyo," Kamui responded automatically, thankful for the tension breaker as the glaring Soumas finally went back to eating. "I've been living there for about a year."
"Must not have been easy with all the earthquakes I've heard about," said Yuki as he took sip of his tea. "But they stopped this year, right?"
The former Dragon of Heaven caught himself before flinching and nodded. "Hai ... right now, construction is going on everywhere."
"I heard Tokyo Tower was a wreck," Kyou said between mouthfuls of his rice ball. "It'll be awhile before they fix it up again."
Kamui's hands trembled and he quickly let them slip onto his lap. Tokyo Tower had been where the last battle took place on the Promise Day that would determine whether the human world would survive to see a tomorrow. Looking into his hands he could still see and smell the blood on them. Fuuma's blood ... he could see his best friend's hazel eyes stare blankly as he beheaded him with one stroke. His wish to protect Fuuma and Kotori ... could never be granted.
"Shirou-san?"
The young man blinked as a hand rested on his shoulder and concerned violet eyes loomed over him. "Are you all right?" Yuki asked for the second time that night. "You look pale."
"I ...," Kamui breathed. "I'm fine ... I guess I kinda tired myself out on the trip here."
"Well, take it easy then," Yuki smiled as he leaned back to finish his dinner, ignoring the forming glare his cousin was giving him.
"Ah," the teenager nodded as he picked up his chop sticks again and began to eat even though he no longer had an appetite.
"So ...," Shigure began to stir up conversation again after a long silence. "How is Tor... your mother?"
Yuki had not caught the slip much to Kamui's relief. Kyou's attention turned from glaring at his cousin and focused on the boy instead. The youth's face was blank of all emotion as he picked through his food.
"Okaasan ...," he began, finally setting the chopsticks down once more. "Okaasan died last year, that's why I moved to Tokyo ... to stay with some friends."
Kyou dropped his chopsticks and Shigure stopped smiling. Both Soumas looked drained of coloring accept Yuki who only gave the teen a sympathetic look. Kamui averted their gazes, because if he looked at them he knew he would probably break down. For months he blamed himself for his mother's death ... she was most dear to him and he wasn't able to protect her.
"I'm sorry to hear that, Shirou-kun," Yuki said softly. "It must have been hard."
"It was," Kamui admitted. "But I promised her I wouldn't stop living just because she was gone. When I went to Tokyo ... days went by pretty quickly ... going to school and other stuff."
Like protecting kekkais and defeating the Dragons of Earth.
Yuki smiled, "That's good. You really remind me of someone I knew, Shirou-san."
Kyou flinched but said nothing as he finished dinner and headed out with a short good-bye to Kamui. Yuki shook his head and muttered 'stupid cat' under his breath while Shigurei tried to smile. The teen yawned and realized how late it was, and it was probably going to be a long walk back to the hotel.
"Kamui-kun, you look tired," Shigurei noted. "Why don't you stay for the night? We have an extra room ..."
Kamui caught the intense glare Yuki gave the other man. Obviously the extra room had been Torhu's and even as sixteen years went by, he missed her greatly. It almost made Kamui smile.
"Sumimasen, Shirou-san," Yuki apologized. "That room is a bit ... messy ... you can sleep in mine."
"Iie," Kamui shook his head. "It's all right, I'm staying at a hotel a friend made reservations for my trip. So please, don't worry about it."
Yuki only nodded before he politely said his good-byes and headed upstairs. When they heard a door close shut, Shigurei's smiling mask fell off. The serious and sad look on his face reminded Kamui a lot about Subaru.
"I'm sorry, Kamui-kun," Shigurei breathed. "Torhu-kun ... was very close to all of us."
"I know," the teenager sighed. "She never forgot about all of you and ... loved each of you dearly."
"Yuki-kun ... he's your father, isn't he?" asked the older man as he removed his suit tie.
"Hai," Kamui was thankful his voice didn't waver. "Okaasan told me there was a resemblance."
"Oh, there is," Shigurei smiled slightly. "You are going to tell him, aren't you?"
"I will," the teenager nodded. "I just need to wait for the right time ... there's a lot I want to tell him ... a lot Okaasan wanted to tell him but never had the chance too."
"May I ask," the older man started carefully. "How she died?"
The young man slowly met the other's eyes before lowering them once more. "A fire," he answered. "She burned to death ..."
"I see," the older man bowed his head. "I'm sorry to bring up such painful memories, Kamui-kun."
"It's all right," the youth slowly got to his feet. "What I regret the most was unable to fulfill my promise."
The novelist absently wiped his eyes on a handkerchief, "Your promise, Kamui-kun?"
"Ah, it's nothing anymore," the youth shook his head. "It's late ... I should probably get going. Thank you for dinner, Shigurei-san."
"Not at all, Kamui-kun!" the older man quickly got to his feet. "If you're not to busy, could you please come visit tomorrow night? I know a lot of people who would love to meet you!"
"Uh, sure," Kamui nodded. "Just please, don't tell him ... about me ... I'll tell him on my own time."
"Of course," Shigurei smiled once again and was please to see a small one appear on the young man's face too. "I'll drive you to your hotel."
"I'll do it."
Both turned to see Kyou standing in the doorway, apparently he had overheard the whole thing since his face was a mixture of pain and anger. He absently groped for his car keys out of his leather jacket and motioned Kamui to the garage. "I'll drive Kamui back, I did bring him here after all."
"Okay," Shigurei patter Kamui on the shoulder again. "See you tomorrow, Kamui-kun, good night!"
The teenager followed the redhead out and the novelist dropped down on his seat at the table and brought a hand to cover his eyes. Warm tears slipped through his fingers as tried not cry since Yuki was upstairs.
"Torhu-kun ..."