Disclaimer: X doesn't belong to me, they belong to the Fab Four, CLAMP and some other people. The plot and the stupid factual mistakes belong to me.
Before-Fic-Rants: I am Cruel. On other news, knowledge up to Sei-chan's death applicable. The rest is of my twisted mind *evil laugh* I have warned you. Enjoy.
When Dreams Come True
By Reia Shiioru
Part Two:
Lost
===
It was gym period. The boys were having soccer while the girls were at the new indoor swimming pool. The bright hot sun glared at all of them. Kamui Shirou was on the outer side of the court. It wasn't his group's turn... yet. He just sat there, tuck position, watching the others play, keeping track of the score, keeping himself from thinking of Subaru... And of course, trying to find a better way to block himself from the unusually hot sun.
Then the cold just spread throughout him-- to his every nerve, making him jolt up.
/ No, must be dreaming... / he thought.
But the cold still lingered. He pulled himself closer as his eyes searched for its source.
/ But I don't... /
Before he could complete his thought, Kamui caught a glimpse of a single sakura petal fluttering a few feet away from him.
/ Masaka...! /
The cold came back. This time it was more intense, and much closer.
He stood up.
"Eh? Doshita, Shirou-kun?" the person beside him, Keiichi Segawa, asked. "Something wrong?"
Kamui felt as if he were pulled back from a nightmare. "No, it's... nothing, really," he lied. It still felt *so* cold.
"I see you're denying the truth, Kamui," a taunting voice from inside his head remarked.
It sounded so much like...
/ Su... Subaru...? /
The voice laughed.
/ No, you're not the real Subaru! /
"Let's see, Kamui. Let's just see..."
Kamui's head started to spin. He tried to gain control of himself but couldn't manage.
The last thing he saw before he passed out, was a man in a dark trenchcoat, not far from the soccer field.
===
Subaru Sumeragi. An Onmyouji. Victim of the curse of the Sakurazukamori.
// Where do you walk? //
~I do not know...~
// Where do you stand? //
~I do not know...~
// Which side are you on, now? //
~I do not know...~
/ I don't know... /
===
Slowly, he walked. His head hurt so much. Probably from when he passed out. No, it wasn't just his head that hurt. His limbs hurt. Especially his right arm. It hit something real hard, he supposed. He plodded down the street, ignoring the fearful eyes that watched him go by. He must look horrible for people to stare at him like that. Mothers would pull their children closer to avoid the ragged man.
/ Hmph, / he thought. So what if people stare at him like that? He didn't care. He didn't care anymore. /There is nothing left in this damned world to care for, anyway,/ he thought, bitterly. He turned at the alley. Straight on he walked, as if his feet knew where he was headed to.
He couldn't think straight. He knew the sights and sounds, but he couldn't tell where he was going.
All he could see was this large out-of-season cherry tree.
===
I know, it's short...
Before-Fic-Rants: I am Cruel. On other news, knowledge up to Sei-chan's death applicable. The rest is of my twisted mind *evil laugh* I have warned you. Enjoy.
When Dreams Come True
By Reia Shiioru
Part Two:
Lost
===
It was gym period. The boys were having soccer while the girls were at the new indoor swimming pool. The bright hot sun glared at all of them. Kamui Shirou was on the outer side of the court. It wasn't his group's turn... yet. He just sat there, tuck position, watching the others play, keeping track of the score, keeping himself from thinking of Subaru... And of course, trying to find a better way to block himself from the unusually hot sun.
Then the cold just spread throughout him-- to his every nerve, making him jolt up.
/ No, must be dreaming... / he thought.
But the cold still lingered. He pulled himself closer as his eyes searched for its source.
/ But I don't... /
Before he could complete his thought, Kamui caught a glimpse of a single sakura petal fluttering a few feet away from him.
/ Masaka...! /
The cold came back. This time it was more intense, and much closer.
He stood up.
"Eh? Doshita, Shirou-kun?" the person beside him, Keiichi Segawa, asked. "Something wrong?"
Kamui felt as if he were pulled back from a nightmare. "No, it's... nothing, really," he lied. It still felt *so* cold.
"I see you're denying the truth, Kamui," a taunting voice from inside his head remarked.
It sounded so much like...
/ Su... Subaru...? /
The voice laughed.
/ No, you're not the real Subaru! /
"Let's see, Kamui. Let's just see..."
Kamui's head started to spin. He tried to gain control of himself but couldn't manage.
The last thing he saw before he passed out, was a man in a dark trenchcoat, not far from the soccer field.
===
Subaru Sumeragi. An Onmyouji. Victim of the curse of the Sakurazukamori.
// Where do you walk? //
~I do not know...~
// Where do you stand? //
~I do not know...~
// Which side are you on, now? //
~I do not know...~
/ I don't know... /
===
Slowly, he walked. His head hurt so much. Probably from when he passed out. No, it wasn't just his head that hurt. His limbs hurt. Especially his right arm. It hit something real hard, he supposed. He plodded down the street, ignoring the fearful eyes that watched him go by. He must look horrible for people to stare at him like that. Mothers would pull their children closer to avoid the ragged man.
/ Hmph, / he thought. So what if people stare at him like that? He didn't care. He didn't care anymore. /There is nothing left in this damned world to care for, anyway,/ he thought, bitterly. He turned at the alley. Straight on he walked, as if his feet knew where he was headed to.
He couldn't think straight. He knew the sights and sounds, but he couldn't tell where he was going.
All he could see was this large out-of-season cherry tree.
===
I know, it's short...