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Aimlessly, Kamui wandered around, admiring the cherry blossoms and detailed architecture of Kurogane's home country, while also keeping an eye out for any bridge which would bring him closer to Subaru. As it turned out, there were many bridges in this world, and Kamui crossed them all; still, no matter what bridge he crossed nothing appeared to happen.

The day passed, the night came.

Then, as dawn broke, a voice spoke behind him.

"Oh, you're here too? What a surprise! Admiring Nihon Country's beautiful sunrise?"

He knew that voice! Kamui whipped his head around to the sound of his rival. "Fuuma..."

The man stood on the other side of the bridge which Kamui had crossed. Chuckling, Fuuma said, "If you're looking for my brother, he already left this world."

Kamui glared. "So, this is what I get in return for the second price."

Fuuma blinked. "What? You're disappointed to see me?"

Hissing softly, Kamui walked back over the bridge and stopped in front of Fuuma. He grabbed the other by his collar and pulled him down to eye level, before shooting him a deadly glare. "When Subaru sacrificed his blood for Seishiro back then, I swore not to let it happen again. I will not let Seishiro get away with this. I don't know what you and your brother are plotting, and I don't trust you, but you'll give me back Subaru."

Despite the menace lacing Kamui's every word, Fuuma laughed into his face. "It's nothing so sinister, I swear," he said. "Seishiro told me what he did, but I've got nothing to do with Subaru being taken from you. I did get a message from Yuuko, though, that you were paid to travel along with me. She didn't tell me where to find you, so imagine my surprise to stumble upon you here!"

Kamui narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but then he slowly released Fuuma from his grip, allowing the other to pull back. "The others did not tell you about me having come with them?"

Fuuma raised an eyebrow. "Huh?"

"Never mind."

As Kamui had suspected upon finding out that he and the group did not share the same fate, Syaoran and the others had forgotten him entirely. It was similar to how two pedestrians sharing a path would forget one other upon parting. They had a different mission to embark upon, a different story to tell.

Kamui shook his head softly, sighing. "Where are we going then?" he demanded.

"I don't know," Fuuma replied. "I'm usually informed beforehand what my destination is, but this time I only received this as a clue." He held up a slip of paper.

Frowning, Kamui snatched the piece of paper from from Fuuma's hand. He smoothed out the crinkles from it, and then he could clearly see what was written on it. It was a single large letter: X.

TBC...