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"What kind of person has their base in some god forsaken place?" Kamui muttered curses under his breath as he surveyed his surrondings. He was tired and almost regretted even stepping out into the night without a fully formulated plan in his mind. Almost, but not quite. Somehow Fuuma seemed to defy all logic in Kamui's mind. Sighing, he continued on, all the while plagued by thoughts of his lover.

While Kamui sighed, Arashi and Sorata sighed as well. They were not sure if Kamui knew where he was going and they didn't want the situation to turn out to be one of the blind leading the blind. Still, they followed him because they were worried. It surprised them that two adults could be rather submissive towards a teenager but fear, worry and concern for Kamui prevented them from saying anything more that might invoke more passionate feelings towards Fuuma from Kamui.

"There, I told you I knew where it was." Kamui heaved a sigh and pointed towards a building shrouded in darkness.

Sorata resisted the urge to tell Kamui that they had been walking in circles and the building was more than visible from where they were almost an hour ago. He knew when to humour someone and this was definitely the time to do so.

"Let's go." Pasting a look of confidence in his face when he felt the exact opposite, Kamui led the way. Boldly, and almost unexpectedly, he marched up to the front door and knocked. Panicked, both Sorata and Arashi would have dived for cover if fear had not rooted them to the spot. Memories of blood and slashings filled them again as they remembered the many battles and scars they had gained. Even the thought of Yuuto helping them behind the scenes did nothing to dispel the fear.

The door swung open, almost of its own accord. Kamui strode in as though he owned the place. He waited. Would there be someone to receive him? He very well thought there would be.

He was not disappointed. Kanoe, who seemed to be playing a rather active role in the night's events slinked into sight.

"What did you do to Fuuma? Where is he?"

Kamui was surprised at the calmness in his voice.

"Why do you want to know? Fuuma's indisposed at the moment."

"But I'm not."

Seishirou stepped into view. His confidence and the radiation of power was evident and everything pointed to the return of the Sakurazukamouri. But there was something different about him. Kamui could not pinpoint what it was exactly but having spent so much time with Seishirou, he knew that there was something strange about the way the man carried himself.

"Seishirou.... Help me. Help us." Kamui gently pleaded. He was perplexed in this whole situation of events with no hope of an explanation but needed one desperately. Underneath it all, he was merely a teenager.

Seishirou's expression remained stoic. He looked as if he had forgotten to feel again.

Not a good sign.Kamui tried again. All the while, Kanoe stood silently by, amusement at the futility of Kamui's efforts written on her features.

"Please, we're friends. Tell me what's going on, tell me why you're with Fuuma when you love Subaru."

There was a slight flicker at the mention of Subaru's name but was so slight that Kamui thought he might have imagined it. Encouraged, Kamui called out.

"Sei-san!"

At this, Seishirou visibly cringed.

"Sei-san, help us understand."

Seeing that Kamui might actually have touched a nerve in Seishirou, Kanoe stepped in.

"He's just playing with you, don't fall for it."

"Don't you love Subaru more than anything? Why do this to yourself and him?"

And while Kamui and Kanoe were battling for Seishirou's heart and mind, Fuuma was having the time of his life.

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"Look at yourself, so drained so tired. It pains me to see you like this, it really does."

"Don't kid yourself. I mean nothing to you, if I did, you won't have taken Seishirou away from me."

"Of course you mean something to me. If you didn't, I won't have bothered coming here to talk to you when I could have gone to see Kamui."

The meaningless banter went on and on and Subaru could not take it anymore. He could not get through to Fuuma and was rapidly getting upset at the thought of Seishirou so near by but he was unable to see the man.

"Let me go!" Subaru flew at the locked door, his hands gripping the bars of the small window, towards Fuuma's grinning face.

"Ooh, I see someone's fighting spirit is back!" Elated, Fuuma smiled.

"You know, I can see why Seishirou was so intriuged by you, your innocence torched by pain..." Fuuma's voice trailed off as his fingers slid lightly over Subaru's clenched ones.

Subaru fought the urge to say something cutting. It was nothing new. Back when Fuuma had been himself, they have often kidded around in that manner. But that was just for fun. This was different because it implied a connatation that Subaru did not want to think about.

"I can see the flames, just fanning about... they'll grow into a beautiful fire. That's what you are Subaru." The use of figurative language was somewhat hypnotic and Subaru would have smiled in different circumstances.

"Careful, you might be burnt." Subaru slid his tongue out, wetting his lips nervously. He dared not go too far with the new Fuuma who might be less than appreciative of snappy comebacks. Too late for that though, he knew he had already said too many sarcastic remarks for any one less to make a difference.

Fuuma was definitely interested.

His hands toyed with the keyhole.

Subaru watched him under lashes wet with unshed tears.

His hands moved to his belt.

Keys jangled and opened the lock.

Subaru bidded his time and made no move to escape.

Fuuma walked to him, his hands lightly resting on Subaru's waist. Subaru forced himself to think of it as mere play, the kind they both used to make Seishirou's eyes crinkle in amusement.

Fuuma placed a kiss on Subaru's neck and Subaru responded with an even softer one on Fuuma's lips.

"God, you're sweet." Fuuma couldn't help it, he was so taken with Subaru.

Cautiously, Subaru replied.

"I'm sure Kamui would be even sweeter because his heart belongs to you."

The grip on his waist tightened.

Ignoring the pain, Subaru said: "Seishirou won't be very happy with you either."

"No, that he won't."

Whirling around at the sound of the voice, Fuuma turned pale at the sight of Seishirou, a guilty look flashing across his face.

"Well, won't this be an interesting night." Kanoe smiled.

And all the players of the game were there.

Arashi, Sorata, Kamui, Seishirou.

Fuuma, Subaru.

And the master who moved the players around.

Kanoe.

And the one who controlled everyone, even the master, without their knowledge.

The Mirror.

-tbc-

A/N: Promos coming in a week. It'll all be over and then I shall go back to finishing up what I've started. Thanks for the patience and do continue to make me happy by reviewing!