Fate Shall Play - Prologue
Author: Shura
Rating: PG-13, maybe R later on.
Warnings: Violence, angst, shounen-ai, crossover. [ CCS/X ]
Disclaimer: Characters of X and CCS are not mine, although I'd love to own them...
Note: This is a gift fic for my friend, Kim. And it's one of my actual tries on CLAMP fanfiction. Reviews are definitely appreciated.
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''Sei...shirou...san...''
In the midst of the dim room, the only light shining through being that of the moon, there lingered a presence - lost deep within agony that seemed to deepen the darkness that hovered over the room. Yet the young man himself was in no condition to take his surroundings into consideration at that exact moment.
Tears had not been allowed to flow freely as they wished, but it was evident that the heart cried - suffered enough to bleed. It was odd, since the man was grieving, yet was unable to produce tears that were visible to the human eye.
''Naze...naze...?'' [ Why...why...? ]
Why was it that the pain pierced him so? He had always been searching for it, and he had gained what he wanted. His wish was fulfilled, but it seemed that he paid the price for vengeance, for now there was a new emptiness that emerged in the young individual's heart. A deeper and more painful hole, making him aware that the other had been a more precious figure to him even more than his sister.
Understanding was never something that came with ease, but it was even harder to gain in this situation he stood in. Hadn't he hated the man for toying with his life? Killing his sister, messing around with his future? Maybe it simply was that the love he had for him in his early days still lingered on... The trust he had had for the man when he knew not of his plans.
They had re-encountered as enemies, on different sides of the war that was about to spring forth. The man had been under the control of the young boy who had caused a vast amount of pain to his leader. The boy who lead the group of men and women who were determined to save the world from harm. The boy who held a pained past such as his.
The leader of all the misdeeds had taken his eye, the light from his eye. It was as though he had seen through his heart and granted him of a wish that no one knew of.
But now, the conflict was over.
He remembered everything all too clearly. The way his very own hand had pierced through the man's heart, slowly taking his life. The awareness of the spell his sister had cast upon her death. The voice, the attitude, the smile of the dying man.
Had he known?
He certainly did. And he went on anyway for an attempt to deprive the young boy of his life - or perhaps he had a wish for suicide? The man knew that when he would truly make an attempt on his life, that he would loose his life instead.
Had he known that the incident would haunt the young helpless boy for eternity?
Perhaps it was just that.
'Subaru-kun...'
The boy continued to linger in the dark corner of the room, staring down at his hands, his fingers. Not too long ago they had been stained in crimson, crimson blood, of a significant other.
''Seishirou-san...''
Those pale lips of Subaru's continued to whisper in agony.
Author: Shura
Rating: PG-13, maybe R later on.
Warnings: Violence, angst, shounen-ai, crossover. [ CCS/X ]
Disclaimer: Characters of X and CCS are not mine, although I'd love to own them...
Note: This is a gift fic for my friend, Kim. And it's one of my actual tries on CLAMP fanfiction. Reviews are definitely appreciated.
---
''Sei...shirou...san...''
In the midst of the dim room, the only light shining through being that of the moon, there lingered a presence - lost deep within agony that seemed to deepen the darkness that hovered over the room. Yet the young man himself was in no condition to take his surroundings into consideration at that exact moment.
Tears had not been allowed to flow freely as they wished, but it was evident that the heart cried - suffered enough to bleed. It was odd, since the man was grieving, yet was unable to produce tears that were visible to the human eye.
''Naze...naze...?'' [ Why...why...? ]
Why was it that the pain pierced him so? He had always been searching for it, and he had gained what he wanted. His wish was fulfilled, but it seemed that he paid the price for vengeance, for now there was a new emptiness that emerged in the young individual's heart. A deeper and more painful hole, making him aware that the other had been a more precious figure to him even more than his sister.
Understanding was never something that came with ease, but it was even harder to gain in this situation he stood in. Hadn't he hated the man for toying with his life? Killing his sister, messing around with his future? Maybe it simply was that the love he had for him in his early days still lingered on... The trust he had had for the man when he knew not of his plans.
They had re-encountered as enemies, on different sides of the war that was about to spring forth. The man had been under the control of the young boy who had caused a vast amount of pain to his leader. The boy who lead the group of men and women who were determined to save the world from harm. The boy who held a pained past such as his.
The leader of all the misdeeds had taken his eye, the light from his eye. It was as though he had seen through his heart and granted him of a wish that no one knew of.
But now, the conflict was over.
He remembered everything all too clearly. The way his very own hand had pierced through the man's heart, slowly taking his life. The awareness of the spell his sister had cast upon her death. The voice, the attitude, the smile of the dying man.
Had he known?
He certainly did. And he went on anyway for an attempt to deprive the young boy of his life - or perhaps he had a wish for suicide? The man knew that when he would truly make an attempt on his life, that he would loose his life instead.
Had he known that the incident would haunt the young helpless boy for eternity?
Perhaps it was just that.
'Subaru-kun...'
The boy continued to linger in the dark corner of the room, staring down at his hands, his fingers. Not too long ago they had been stained in crimson, crimson blood, of a significant other.
''Seishirou-san...''
Those pale lips of Subaru's continued to whisper in agony.