Yume
He paused in the doorway.
So, this wasn't the Dark Kamui, then. This was the boy Fuuma.
He walked in, very deliberately making noise. Fuuma stood up and spun around to face him at the first footstep. His expressions shifted from heartbreak to pure horror as he recognised the Sakurazukamori.
"Hello, Fuuma," said Seishirou, pleasantly.
The boy continued to stare at him, apparently frozen stiff with emotion.
"Would you like to talk about it?" asked Seishirou, kneeling beside the boy and putting a hand on his shoulder.
Fuuma blinked at him for a moment, before crumpling under Seishirou's gentle, encouraging look. "It's Him. I hate it. Him. Us. Kamui... Kamui..." He began to cry.
"What about Kamui?" asked Seishirou, now certain that this was not the Dark Kamui that he had shared icecream with.
"He takes everything I feel and turns it into something twisted and evil," hissed Fuuma. "I would never want to hurt Kamui! I want, him yes, but not without his consent. I... I love him!"
"It's hard, isn't it?" said Seishirou, musingly. "Loving someone destined to always be your opposite."
Fuuma gave him a slightly shocked look.
"I was trying to save him, you know," continued Seishirou. "It was better if he hated me."
"Because you are opposites?"
Seishirou nodded.
"I wouldn't be surprised," said Fuuma in a small voice,"if Kamui hated me now."
Seishirou gave him a rueful smile. "If he hates you, it's only because he's trying to cover his love for you. Love doesn't turn to hate that easily. I found that out the hard way." He got up to leave, glancing down at the boy as he did so. "Do you do this often?" he asked with interest, brushing one of the tears away.
Fuuma shrugged. "Often enough. I think He likes to have me cry."
Seishirou nodded in understanding. "Don't give up hope," he advised the boy. "There's always the future."
"Seishirou-san," said Fuuma when he was halfway to the door.
He winced a little inwardly at the term of address, but halted anyway. "Yes?"
"Who is the one that you love?" The eyes were still wide, but the pain was gone, replaced by a kind of dull amusement.
He turned back to the door. He didn't feel like talking to 'Kamui' now. "You should know," he said simply. "You took his eye out because of it."
~ * ~
He was sure there must be some kind of background knowledge he was missing, there, because that dream made no sense at all to him. Sleep wasn't long in returning to him.
~ * ~
He was fighting two of the Seals - the monk, Sorata and the shrine maiden, Arashi. He thought he was going quite well, actually, considering he was outnumbered two to one, when a strikingly familiar voice behind him brought him to his knees.
"Stop."
Sorata yelled something at the intruder. "Stay away! You don't know what kind of monster he is!"
Subaru casually walked around in front of Seishirou. "On the contrary, I know exactly what kind of monster he is. Hello, Seishirou-san."
Sorata and Arashi stared at him. Then Sorata slapped himself on the forehead. "Sumeragi Subaru. Of course."
"But, isn't he..." began Arashi.
"You..." said Seishirou, at the same time. "But you're dead. I killed you."
"That was my sister you killed."
Seishirou absorbed this silently. "I rather think I would recognise Hokuto-chan..." he ventured, confused.
"That was my sister, pretending to be me," clarified Subaru.
"You let your own sister be killed in your place?" gasped Sorata.
Subaru's eyes flashed with pain and anger. "No! She didn't tell me what she was doing. I had nothing to do with it! When I found out, I..."
"You ran away," said Arashi, simply. "That's what was supposed to have happened to Sumeragi Hokuto, ne?"
He nodded, looking miserable. "I didn't want to be Clan Head anymore. Not after that."
"But I would have known if it was Hokuto's soul!" protested Seishirou, still disbelieving.
"She had a spell," said Subaru, sounding pained. "She asked me for it the night before. If I'd known, I wouldn't have given it to her." A single tear slipped from between his lashes to his cheek.
Seishirou stared at him. It was possible, he supposed. He didn't know all the Sumeragi spells, after all.
"I learnt a few things while I was away, though, Seishirou-san."
"Yes?" said Seishirou, interested.
"So, let's try again, then, shall we?" said Subaru, taking a few steps forward.
"I'm sorry?"
"A year. If, by the end of it, you love me... I won't kill you," said Subaru, taking Seishirou's hand and gently tracing a pentagram on the palm. "Ja ne, Seishirou-san."
~ * ~
"But that doesn't make sense," muttered Seishirou. "That's why I marked him. There is no way I could mistake Hokuto for Subaru. Not even with a spell." He rolled over again, putting the scene out of his mind.
~ * ~
He was watching Subaru, as usual. The onmyouji sat at the base of the Sakura, absently petting his Shikigami. It wasn't the bird he was talking to, however. Seishirou crept slightly closer to hear what he saying.
"It's you that I hear in my mind, isn't it?" said Subaru. "You're that voice that tells me who has to die, and how, and when..." He shivered. "I don't like killing people. It's wrong."
Subaru sent his Shikigami off into the sky with one swift motion. "But I don't want to get rid of you yet, because you're the only connection to him I have left."
It became clear to him that the Sumeragi was more than a little bit insane. He scratched at his ear, intrigued.
"Did you know what it would do to me, Seishirou-san? You always did seem to enjoy hurting me. Was this just your final revenge?"
The onmyouji stood up slowly, using the tree for support. "You knew what would happen. So why did you do it? What would make you want to die, Seishirou-san?"
He didn't even try to reply. Some questions were better left unanswered.
Still, he padded closer, rubbing himself against Subaru's legs affectionately. The Sumeragi knelt beside him and gently stroked him on the head. "Hello, kitten," he said, with an innocent smile totally at odd with the slightly deranged depression he had been exhibiting earlier.
Subaru stood up again, taking Seishirou with him and cradling him in his arms. "You shouldn't be here, you know," he added, still smiling. "This isn't a good place."
He gave Subaru a searching look, that was returned in kind by the Sumeragi. "What happened to your eye, kitten?" he asked, sounding curious but not particularly interested. Suddenly, he laughed bitterly. "It doesn't matter. I suppose it makes us a right pair, though."
He licked Subaru's cheek, gently beginning to purr.
~ * ~
"What," he muttered, "is wrong with my subconscious tonight?" Perhaps someone was trying to send him a message. Or maybe he'd just had some bad rice.
Yeah, it's been a while. I get discouraged when people don't respond. *hint, hint*
Yume
Part Five
He paused in the doorway.
So, this wasn't the Dark Kamui, then. This was the boy Fuuma.
He walked in, very deliberately making noise. Fuuma stood up and spun around to face him at the first footstep. His expressions shifted from heartbreak to pure horror as he recognised the Sakurazukamori.
"Hello, Fuuma," said Seishirou, pleasantly.
The boy continued to stare at him, apparently frozen stiff with emotion.
"Would you like to talk about it?" asked Seishirou, kneeling beside the boy and putting a hand on his shoulder.
Fuuma blinked at him for a moment, before crumpling under Seishirou's gentle, encouraging look. "It's Him. I hate it. Him. Us. Kamui... Kamui..." He began to cry.
"What about Kamui?" asked Seishirou, now certain that this was not the Dark Kamui that he had shared icecream with.
"He takes everything I feel and turns it into something twisted and evil," hissed Fuuma. "I would never want to hurt Kamui! I want, him yes, but not without his consent. I... I love him!"
"It's hard, isn't it?" said Seishirou, musingly. "Loving someone destined to always be your opposite."
Fuuma gave him a slightly shocked look.
"I was trying to save him, you know," continued Seishirou. "It was better if he hated me."
"Because you are opposites?"
Seishirou nodded.
"I wouldn't be surprised," said Fuuma in a small voice,"if Kamui hated me now."
Seishirou gave him a rueful smile. "If he hates you, it's only because he's trying to cover his love for you. Love doesn't turn to hate that easily. I found that out the hard way." He got up to leave, glancing down at the boy as he did so. "Do you do this often?" he asked with interest, brushing one of the tears away.
Fuuma shrugged. "Often enough. I think He likes to have me cry."
Seishirou nodded in understanding. "Don't give up hope," he advised the boy. "There's always the future."
"Seishirou-san," said Fuuma when he was halfway to the door.
He winced a little inwardly at the term of address, but halted anyway. "Yes?"
"Who is the one that you love?" The eyes were still wide, but the pain was gone, replaced by a kind of dull amusement.
He turned back to the door. He didn't feel like talking to 'Kamui' now. "You should know," he said simply. "You took his eye out because of it."
~ * ~
He was fighting two of the Seals - the monk, Sorata and the shrine maiden, Arashi. He thought he was going quite well, actually, considering he was outnumbered two to one, when a strikingly familiar voice behind him brought him to his knees.
"Stop."
Sorata yelled something at the intruder. "Stay away! You don't know what kind of monster he is!"
Subaru casually walked around in front of Seishirou. "On the contrary, I know exactly what kind of monster he is. Hello, Seishirou-san."
Sorata and Arashi stared at him. Then Sorata slapped himself on the forehead. "Sumeragi Subaru. Of course."
"But, isn't he..." began Arashi.
"You..." said Seishirou, at the same time. "But you're dead. I killed you."
"That was my sister you killed."
Seishirou absorbed this silently. "I rather think I would recognise Hokuto-chan..." he ventured, confused.
"That was my sister, pretending to be me," clarified Subaru.
"You let your own sister be killed in your place?" gasped Sorata.
Subaru's eyes flashed with pain and anger. "No! She didn't tell me what she was doing. I had nothing to do with it! When I found out, I..."
"You ran away," said Arashi, simply. "That's what was supposed to have happened to Sumeragi Hokuto, ne?"
He nodded, looking miserable. "I didn't want to be Clan Head anymore. Not after that."
"But I would have known if it was Hokuto's soul!" protested Seishirou, still disbelieving.
"She had a spell," said Subaru, sounding pained. "She asked me for it the night before. If I'd known, I wouldn't have given it to her." A single tear slipped from between his lashes to his cheek.
Seishirou stared at him. It was possible, he supposed. He didn't know all the Sumeragi spells, after all.
"I learnt a few things while I was away, though, Seishirou-san."
"Yes?" said Seishirou, interested.
"So, let's try again, then, shall we?" said Subaru, taking a few steps forward.
"I'm sorry?"
"A year. If, by the end of it, you love me... I won't kill you," said Subaru, taking Seishirou's hand and gently tracing a pentagram on the palm. "Ja ne, Seishirou-san."
~ * ~
He was watching Subaru, as usual. The onmyouji sat at the base of the Sakura, absently petting his Shikigami. It wasn't the bird he was talking to, however. Seishirou crept slightly closer to hear what he saying.
"It's you that I hear in my mind, isn't it?" said Subaru. "You're that voice that tells me who has to die, and how, and when..." He shivered. "I don't like killing people. It's wrong."
Subaru sent his Shikigami off into the sky with one swift motion. "But I don't want to get rid of you yet, because you're the only connection to him I have left."
It became clear to him that the Sumeragi was more than a little bit insane. He scratched at his ear, intrigued.
"Did you know what it would do to me, Seishirou-san? You always did seem to enjoy hurting me. Was this just your final revenge?"
The onmyouji stood up slowly, using the tree for support. "You knew what would happen. So why did you do it? What would make you want to die, Seishirou-san?"
He didn't even try to reply. Some questions were better left unanswered.
Still, he padded closer, rubbing himself against Subaru's legs affectionately. The Sumeragi knelt beside him and gently stroked him on the head. "Hello, kitten," he said, with an innocent smile totally at odd with the slightly deranged depression he had been exhibiting earlier.
Subaru stood up again, taking Seishirou with him and cradling him in his arms. "You shouldn't be here, you know," he added, still smiling. "This isn't a good place."
He gave Subaru a searching look, that was returned in kind by the Sumeragi. "What happened to your eye, kitten?" he asked, sounding curious but not particularly interested. Suddenly, he laughed bitterly. "It doesn't matter. I suppose it makes us a right pair, though."
He licked Subaru's cheek, gently beginning to purr.
~ * ~
"What," he muttered, "is wrong with my subconscious tonight?" Perhaps someone was trying to send him a message. Or maybe he'd just had some bad rice.
