Kamui-rella, or, Candy-coated fluff: Chapter 5
Disclaimers: *rapping* don' own 'em...don' sue me...'cuz i'm not the real CLAMP ya see..."
Some idiotic stuff to hassle you before we start: This portion definitely contains elements of shonen-ai and some very mild ecchi humor...nothing to get all enraged about...(hint-hint in those reviews you write for me :O). Anyway, Subaru and the royal family finally appear. Some changes might have been made in the casting of roles but that was becasue the stupid director messed up. *baps director on his head* Enjoy!
The great hall of the castle was filled with waltz music as Kamui entered, timidly pulling the collar of his coat to his white throat. The footman at the doorway, however, cleared his throat and the nervous boy had to remove his last refuge and hand it to the servant's waiting hand. Then he descended the short flight of steps to the actual dance floor with only his tank top with the very embarassing zipper. But no one seemed to notice; either the guests had decided to aim lower than his Highness off in the corner behind some convenient bushes, or they were focusing all attention to the Prince.
Kamui's eyes naturally traveled with the majority of the others' gazes, and he gasped at the sight of the gorgeous young man who stood in discomfiture in the centre of a gaggle of girls and women and not a few young men (and, of course, older men as well). For the Prince was seraphic in white and silver; his green eyes were reflected in the depths of a single emerald on a chain around his neck and resting snugly in the nook between his collarbones. His inky hair was in soft tufts framing a faultless young face hat was all the more lovely for the touch of angst around his lips and eyes. Kamui took in the Prince, or rather drank him in, enraptured, but started when the green-eyed man found his own eyes.
He did not know what thoughts were coursing through Subaru's head as they stared at each other, but they were something akin to "wow...that's one pretty man". And since (albeit unknown to the bulk of the citizens)Subaru himself was none too clear on his gender preferences, he was almost as elated as Kamui was. Maybe finally he could forget another man, the one with the bird-of-prey and the milky eye...the one who'd killed his sister...he broke off his thoughts to grin at Queen Karen Kasumi, who returned the gesture, glad that he perennially angsty son was at least happy enough to smile. Kakyou, dozing beside her, blinked, the most strenuous actioity he ever did nowadays. Sometimes, seldom, he would open his eyes and mutter about his favorite child, Hokuto (with whom she suspected he'd had a semi-Freudian relationship) or about some strange person named Hinoto. "She's going bad," he mumbled once, late at night. She suspected some sort of liasion there but didn't say anything. After all, since Hokuto-chan had died he'd been in a coma. Whatever Hinoto and he did behind her back, it wasn't physical.
Subaru started to push aside the rings of people around him and make for the small violet-eyed boy with the look of a dark-haired angel. Kamui watched as the Prince made slow headway against the pile of humanity; actually he saw only the green-eyed man. He in fact quite ignored all others, including Yuzuriha and Kusanagi, who'd once sold Subaru and his parents Pocky and had so been invited, and his own stepfamily. Kanoe hadn't recognized him either; she was too busy playing with Yuuto. Satsuki'd found an outlet somewhere and was talking to the sleeping BEAST. Fuuma was nowhere to be seen.
Just as the Prince had introduced himself, however, a man with an eyepatch grabbed his white-clad elbow. Subaru stared helplessly at Kamui as he was dragged away by the mysterious stranger (in designer suit and coat as usual). The Prince hadn't disappeared into the crowd for long when Fuuma came out of nowhere and seized Kamui's wrist and pulled him off to the bathroom to indulge in nibbling(on Fuuma's part) and crying(on Kamui's part). As the midnight tolling of the bells began, Kamui started to leave. "Hey!" Fuuma called after his slightly bedraggled stepsibling, "are you going to be here tomorrow too?" Kamui's heart started to beat somewhat hopefully; he'd sunk into despair when he saw Fuuma, but perhaps his sadist brother hadn't realized who the angsty victim of his little assualt was. He snuck one lingering glance at the Prince, looking pretty depressed himself as he danced with the eyepatched man, and left.
That night Kamui suffered from insomnia; he could not close his eyes without seeing the Prince. Hinoto'd promised him upon his return that she'd "fix him up" for the next two balls also, but he could not imagine such a long stretch of hours until seeing the Prince again...
A/N: wellwellwell...our favorite Bishonen of Angst has appeared...and
soon some of the randomness will start to make sense. Coming soon to a manorhouse
near you: Chapter 6 and Chapter 7, Belle of the Ball #2 and #3 respectively.
Please review!!!!! *makes her Subaru plushie wave at everybody*