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Chapter Seven.
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Subaru had left early in the morning for his family's shrine to do something that he would not tell Kamui. The smaller boy sat on the listless couch staring at nothing in particular. The clouds outside moved in front of the sun and slowly cast the room into a soft darkness. Kamui's eyes slid closed as he began to finally relax. Fuuma wasn't here, Subaru wouldn't hurt him, and he thought maybe, just maybe, things would start to work out. A dream overtook his thoughts and his body twitched lightly as he ran. They were following him, and each time he turned to see where they were, he slowed and could not move. His violet eyes remained focused in front of him, his legs pumping back and forth in an effort to get him farther from that which was chasing him. Kamui's body shook violently as his dream enemy caught up to him. His arms were thrown up in the attempt to create his own spirit shield, but too late he realized it was still impossible. They descended upon his small frame. He fought but it did him little good. Even in dreams he was too weak to fight back. They held him down and he could feel the white hot pain of something hard being forced through his flesh. A scream elicited from his lips as his body thrashed to get away from the pain. Their hands slithered across his frame, up and down his arms and legs, along the contours of his face. A shadow came up and the creatures shrank away. What little hope bounced into Kamui's thoughts quickly flew away as the shadow materialized before him. "Hello Kamui." The voice surrounded him like a soft blanket. Realization dawned on him; the color left his face, the pain was gone. A new pain was soon to come.
The darkness overtook his dream and his eyes fluttered back and forth beneath his lids. A sound was coming from around him, and slowly the dream faded. The doorknob twisted back and forth, trying to open. Subaru would be home, the dream would be just a dream. The door opened slowly, almost teasingly. A foot swathed in a shiny black shoe stepped into the apartment. The other foot followed, and soon the body of a very tall, very muscular man filled the doorway. Kamui looked up at the dark sunglasses that hid the man's eyes. He sat up on the couch, the lingering image of his dream Fuuma in his mind, and looked at Seishirou. The man smiled a long, thin smile. Kamui folded his legs under him and tried to shrink into the couch. Seishirou walked into the apartment, a key dangling from his hands.
"Hello there, Kamui." He stood, his head almost touching the ceiling. One hand slipped into a jacket pocket, and Kamui feared something horrible would happen. The hand emerged holding a long, slim cigarette, and a vision of Subaru flashed into Kamui's mind. He suddenly remembered just why it was that Subaru smoked.
"You got a light?" One eyebrow lifted with the question as Seishirou waltzed further into the room to snag a seat next to the shaking kid. Kamui's head shook.
"I…don't smoke." He forced out in a small pitiful voice.
"Pity." Seishirou's eyes moved slowly around the room behind his dark glasses. "I bet Subaru-kun has a lighter around here somewhere." He stood, and Kamui let out a sigh of relief. The taller man wandered around the room, picking things up and setting them down. Kamui heard soft curses floating in the air and the sound of something falling. He looked over at the kitchen and saw a toaster on the floor. His gaze turned back to the blank wall in front of him and he tried to ignore the noises the other man was eliciting. A scene flashed in Kamui's mind of sitting across from Subaru while trying to study. The older man held a long, slim cigarette between his soft lips; the smoke lazily drifting up into the atmosphere. The want to be like the one that betrayed him was so strong. He had to smoke. He had to be like the Sakurazukamori. Kamui could not understand the sentiment. Smoking was bad for you. Killing people was bad too. Why would anyone want to be like that? But Subaru was somehow different from all the other delinquents that did bad things. Subaru had some kind of good intent. At least Kamui thought he did.
Seishirou emerged from the kitchen with lighter in hand. A thin smile was plastered on his lips. Kamui still couldn't figure out why the man was here. His tall, lanky body slunk to the living room and lithely graced the couch with his buttocks' presence. Kamui looked up at the man guardedly as he lit the cigarette with the flick of his thumb on the lighter. The flash of flame made Kamui flinch. For some reason, this man made him very shaky.
"I should have known Subaru-kun would keep his lighters in the utensil drawer." Seishirou looked sideways at the small frame sitting next to him. Making little boys uncomfortable was such fun. The boy peered up at him with wide purple eyes. "I bet you're wondering why I'm here. Aren't you?" Seishirou's smile never faltered. "You see, when two men love each other…they decide to live together."
Kamui's eyes widened in shock. Subaru had never said anything about living with the Sakurazukamori, let alone loving the man. Suddenly the small apartment seemed even smaller. The man's large body filled up the space, and it became harder to breathe. Kamui stood shakily and turned away from Seishirou. He didn't know exactly what to do. He wanted to talk to Subaru and see if Seishirou was lying, but he wouldn't be home for quite a while. It was all just too awkward.
"I…I need to go…" Kamui headed toward the door.
"Shame." Seishirou smiled. "I hear Kamui's out looking for you." The cigarette sat against his lip; ash fell ungracefully onto the floor.
He turned and walked to the door, thinking on what the man had said. Was leaving the best idea? He had to leave. He couldn't stay here and chance the Sakurazukamori contacting Fuuma. He couldn't be caught again. Kamui's eyes slid closed as his hand tightened on the doorknob. Subaru wouldn't be happy.
Equipped with only a t-shirt and loose jeans, Kamui wandered through the bitter cold of the winter Tokyo afternoon. He looked up, shielding his eyes against the wind, and looked for a street sign. "U…e…no" He sounded out through chattering teeth. "The park!" His eyes lit up as he realized just how close his apartment was to Ueno Park. One foot in front of the other was all it took for the frail, shivering boy to make it to his apartment building. One thin hand dug into his pocket searching for the key to his door. It wasn't there. The hand rose and plunged into the other pocket, a moment of panic passing over his face. There was no key.
Kamui bit his lip and looked around the street. The last couple of people rushed to their homes and inside, safe and warm from the threat of the oncoming storm. With a sigh, he stepped away from his building and back toward the park.
The rains began to fall, softly at first. He thought just maybe he'd be safe from freezing to death on the harsh Tokyo streets. A flash filled the sky. One, two, three, a boom swept into Kamui's ears. The lightning was almost right overhead. Kamui groaned and looked for a low spot in the fields of grass that made up the park. He sat down and drew his knees toward his chin. His eyes slid closed as he listened to the booms of thunder overhead.
Violet eyes opened to see not the clouded sky, but a dull, white ceiling. Was last night a dream? He rolled over under the downy comforter and blinked at the familiar surroundings. Kamui sat up, rubbing at his temple, and trying to figure out where he was. How could a place look so familiar, and yet look so new? He turned his head and saw a lone dresser, a window. The other side of the room revealed only a door that presumably led to a bathroom. Where had he seen this place… His eyes widened in shock as he realized what must have happened.
The door swung open easily to reveal the tall body of a man. Inwardly, Kamui cringed.
"Welcome back." The dark, velvety voice filled the room, filled Kamui's head. "I missed you Kamui." Fuuma smiled his predator smile and advanced on the small boy. One large hand moved toward Kamui's small face and grasped his chin. His face was pulled up almost violently, eliciting a gasp. A look of shock passed over the violet eyes before they were squeezed closed.
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And…another chapter has wound up posted. I don't even remember how long it's been since Chapter Six, and I'm sorry for that. The state of things around here makes it hard for me to sit here and write. Work and school are dictating most of my life right now, as I'm sure is the case for some of you. Honestly, this chapter was only finished because every time I checked my email, I had another favorite. Thanks guys, for finally getting me off my ass to finish this. It will be done soon! And I have another story in the works as well.