Rescue-
Subaru woke with a startled gasp, surprised at the dreams that had fallen through his head in what seemed like moments. He shook his head and glanced at his hands. It had been a dream. . . hadn't it? "Kamui..." his voice was but a whisper and if it weren't for the fact that his apartment was rather empty, he'd probably not have heard himself speak at all. He shook his head, then shivered. Despite what people thought, from his cold exterior, he was, deep down, a considerate and caring person. And leaving Kamui in the first place took all the guts he could muster, and he still was silently cursing himself for it. His eyes wandered around the room for a moment, searching, then they fell on the picture Arashi, Yuzuriha, and Karen had given him for Christmas.
Silently, Subaru walked over and took the picture into his hands. Despite how sad he looked, he really was quite flattered that the other Seals had wanted him in the picture to begin with. Especially since he wasn't one to talk much in group organizations. He tilted his head thoughtfully, eyeing the violet-eyed teenager whose facial expression seemed locked in pain. He frowned a little, "Kamui, could you tell, even then, that this is what I would do..?" he asked, tilting his head in curiosity. Some part of his brain registered that he was speaking to a photograph and that it wouldn't respond but he never paid that part much mind, anyway. He set the photo down and glanced at his white trench coat, that was neatly hung on the back of his door. "Gods, my conscience and I need to have a serious discussion one of these days."
After snatching his boots from the floor and slipping them on, it only took Subaru a few steps to reach the door. He eyed the coat for a moment, thoughtful. Then he shook his head, snatched the ofuda from one of it's pockets and took off, shoving the white enchanted papers into a pocket in his black pants.
"Going after Kamui?" Sorata's familiar voice chirped. Subaru turned to him and put on a remarkably expressionless face, especially for him. "Why would I?" he answered calmly. He had become remarkably good at answering questions with a question, a useful talent to have. His eyes wandered over Sorata's arms, which were bandaged from the elbow to the wrist. "Because, despite how cold you try to seem, and how badass you try to appear, you really do care for him. I came, because you can't take on all the Angels by yourself," Sorata replied smugly, satisfied with the way he worded his sentances. Subaru raised a slender eyebrow and tilted his head with slight curiousity. "Even if you could help me, I wouldn't want you to. In your current condition you can't fight, and it's easier to sneak one person into a building then two, and I'm skinnier and smaller then you. I'll have better luck on my own. I do, however, suggest you go back to Clamp Campus, and have everyone get ready for an injured Kamui," Subaru replied dryly. Sorata grinned. "You didn't deny going after him either. We'll probably need to have things ready for a certain onmyouji who is liable to be injured as well. Good luck, then, Subaru."
Subaru walked away from his apartment building, not turning back to see Sorata limp off. He felt a slight hint of guilt ripple through his gut, which caused him to frown and hug his arms around his chest. He didn't really mean to hurt Sorata as badly as he had, he just wanted to make the other back off, of course, in his anger he lost control. He needed to work on that. Bad. He sighed as he stopped infront of the Government Building where the Angels stayed frequently. He didn't want to know what they were going to do to him, after all, Kakyou was the most powerful yumemi, and he could very well tell them what he intended to do. However, Subaru had a sinking suspicion that the yumemi had sent them all out, saying that there would be a kekkai to fall today, which would end in, no doubt, one being left to guard Kamui. This suspicion was confirmed when he spotted the Angel, Nataku, standing next to Kamui who had apparently fallen unconscious and was laying limp from the rafters that he was tied from. Subaru was almost disgusted in his anger. It had to hurt, being hung by your wrists, and bleeding.
Kamui, oblivious to Subaru's presense, began to wake from his unconscious state, groaning at the blood dripping down his pale arms. He absently wondered if this was how a hanged man felt just before they tighten the noose. He shivered unconsciously, his arms at a loss of blood, and his face deathly pale from the cold. It was hardly believable to say he'd only been there a night. He looked up, eyes out of focus and his vision blurred. In the shadows he could make out a figure moving about, but due to his blood loss, he assumed he was delusional. Nataku quirked his head to a side and peered at Kamui in almost child-like innocence. "Why do you look so sad?" he asked, calm as ever. Kamui raised an eyebrow, but finding his voice to be working, he explained. "My best friend killed the girl I've liked since childhood, who, ironically, was also his sister, then he attempted to kill me, which he is still doing might I add, then I make another friend only to be forced to watch him drive himself mad with grief after accidently killing his psuedo boyfriend, then because of my stupidity I get kidnapped and hung by my wrists---which, might I add, are in severe pain right now---to be watched over by someone who looks my age but has the mentality of a five year old, and I can't tell if that someone is male or female, which is ever so disturbing. Then, of course, there is the fact that everything under the sun is hurting right now. Anymore questions?"
"Just one, do you like your bath water cold, warm, or downright hot?" Subaru asked from the shadows. Kamui stared, his cheeks turning faintly pink at the sight of the onmyouji. Subaru snickered none-too-obviously then proceeded to whap Nataku upside the head. "What are you doing?" Nataku asked, calmly. "Your dad said for me to take Kamui back to Clamp Campus because he's complaining too much," Subaru lied smoothy, surprised at how good at it he had become. Nataku, in childish naivete, nodded in understanding and backed away, releasing the young Dragon of Heaven to fall into Subaru's arms. Nataku looked slightly skeptical but kept quiet. Kamui groaned and stood, allowing the blood flow to return to his arms.
"Now, now, it's not good to lie to a child, Sumeragi," Fuuma's familiar voice whispered in a soft mocking tone. Subaru's eyes widened a little, but he didn't turn around to grant the Dragon of Earth the pleasure of seeing his surprise. In all reality, he had hoped that he would deal with the other Angels, but have their leader left out, not just Nataku and the Dragon of Earth. He clenched his eyes closed, and dragged Kamui away from the other two in a quick motion. "Kazuki, do daddy a favor?" Fuuma's voice whispered, addressing the white haired bioroid. Nataku turned, obediently staring at Fuuma, waiting for him to continue. Kamui kept close to Subaru, and both of them listed to the other two. "Teach the Sumeragi why it's wrong to lie, okay?" And the Dragon of Earth was smirking. Infuriatingly smirking. Kamui's eyes widened a little, but Subaru shook his head. "Kamui, you get out of here, okay? I'll be okay, and if I'm not, well, consider it an eye for an eye," Subaru paused, then smiled something close to a true smile, something he didn't do very often, "no pun intended."
Kamui nodded softly, eyes still holding unshed tears and fiercely filled with a mixture of pain and determination. Subaru smiled a little at Kamui as he dashed off, then turned to Fuuma and Nataku, his face blank. "Now wouldn't it be a shame if your dear little Nataku became the Sakurazukamori? I think that would be interesting, don't you agree?" he whispered in a nonchalaunt tone, sarcasm dripping from every word. Nataku tilted his head, then sent a ribbon at Subaru, who dodged it with as much ease as a kitten pouncing on a mouse, and his facial expression very much the same. "I think it would be funny, to see the look on Kamui's face when his dear Subaru ended up dead," Fuuma commented absently, sending an energy ball at Subaru who barely ducked out of the way but was unable to avoid a burn on his left leg in the process. Nataku sent his cloth after Subaru again, this time gaining a slash of blood from the onmyouji's arm, but Subaru retaliated in throwing a few enchanted ofuda at the bioroid. The magicial attack caused Nataku to fall back with a few cuts on his face, and, surprised at his sudden situation, he sent his cloth out again.
Subaru wasn't as lucky this time, as Fuuma had also decided it a brilliant time to attack, and, in avoiding the cloth he was hit by an energy orb that knocked him sailing into a wall. His vision blurred but he could see a form, which he assumed was Arashi, slice a few ribbons out of the air. "What...?" he asked in a quiet voice, his stomach torn open by the energy blast leaving blood trailing thinly down his sides. "It's okay, Sumeragi-san, Kamui came and got us as soon as he could, you're going to be okay, just hang on a little while, okay?" Yuzuriha's voice was shakey. She was obviously worried about him, which made him wonder how serious his injury really was. "What's wrong.. what happened?" he asked, trying to get his vision to focus on her. "Arashi's taking on the bioroid Nataku, while Seiichirou and Karen are taking on the Dark Kamui," Yuzuriha replied firmly. Subaru shook his head. "I mean.. my injuries?" he asked again, finding it to be straining to keep himself awake. "Your side got torn up pretty bad, you have a severe burn mark on your leg, and you hit your head pretty hard. Sorata, Kamui, and I, are going to drag you back to Clamp Campus," Yuzuriha replied. Subaru shook his head, his vision blurring more. Then everything faded to black as consciousness slipped from his grasp.