Disclaimers: SDA.
Note: Chapter 7 of 14, half-way there.
Warnings: S x K, S x S, K x F, AU, OOC
Predator and Prey
Chapter 7-Prey
By: Yakusoku
Author: Now what was this chapter about again??? ~_~ *thinks REAL hard* oh.right. that.
Green leaves were rustling as an invader made his way stealthily and quickly through the bushes and plants obstructing his way, a sense of nervousness and urgency ringing with every single movement he makes. Passersby would have thought the scene peculiar and quite comical: a haunted-looking, green-eyed young man carrying an unconscious teenage boy within his arms, the first picking his way clumsily through this area of crowded woods. However, this area was concealed from sight by those who did not wish to trouble themselves with such tedious work as to wander through these woods, therefore the region was clear from spectators and civilians.
He felt apprehension and a sense of gloom hanging over him, rising to an unbearable sense of dread which made him feel as if his stomach had just been tied neatly and tightly into a knot of uneasiness. There had been no pursuers, that much he knew. But this mission had passed by and been accomplished entirely too easy, in his definition, and he had been expecting much more resistance or at the least some sort of alert by the other side in this Apocalyptic Battle for Earth. The nagging feeling only grew into an all-consuming fear as he realized he had stepped into a clearing that he knew very well couldn't be there, and the fear was well justified, for there in the middle stood the magnificent sakura tree, the scenery shifting to accommodate the monstrosity. Right before his eyes, he saw the maboroshi twist and sift like water or sand into that of brooding gray background, the glass-like substance of consisting cloth blocking any light trying to penetrate into the world of shadows and illusions.
He ignored the fear and sought out the calm within him; he disregarded the sakura tree, and concentrated on gently lying the sleeping boy down onto the ground, though he had no intentions of letting the boy go, much less out of his sight; he overlooked the presence of the Sakurazukamori, focusing instead on drawing out his onmyouji skills at his dispense. Finally, that accomplished, he stood much slowly and eyed the bloody sakura towering before him like the great beast it is. Anger boiled for taking away his precious dear twin sister, disgust raged for killing innocents and sacrificing their lives, irritation arose at delaying him on his goal.and he neatly threw a stack of violent, but graceful ofudas towards the object of his devoted hatred.
The barrier sprang into life to protect the tree, and a mirthless chuckling echoed throughout the world of shadows and darkness.
"Ah Subaru-kun, when will you ever learn?" The owner of the voice was materializing in front of him, standing before the sakura tree, blocking the way from the tree to the powerful onmyouji, seeming as if to protect the vampire plant. Sakura petals, soft and pink, drifted out of nowhere, gathering towards one place, forming one great frame of dark clothes and trademark sunglasses, the petals floating, flying, rushing past him like little beautiful insects. "You'll never be able to defeat me.Subaru-kun..."
"Seishirou-san." whispered Subaru, half in acknowledgement, half in pain, half in sadness, half in apprehension and anxiety.
The Sakurazukamori softly tsk-ed at the Sumeragi as if scolding an unknowing child after he made a mistake or did a bad thing in the eyes of the wise parents. He removed his sunglasses and gazed at the Sumeragi, the amused brown meeting beautiful emerald green. He smiled gently, a lie, a false appearance of one who does cared deeply and is extremely trustworthy, when anyone who knew him would know that he was directly the opposite from what he presented himself to be.
"Let us go, Seishirou-san. I have more important matters to attend to." Subaru's voice was dead serious, and his glare equally stern, but the Sakurazukamori was not easily intimated, especially by that of his favorite prey whom he had studied extensively over the many years he observed and watched him. All Subaru received, to his annoyance, was an entertained chuckle.
"And what would those important matters be, Subaru-kun?" asked Seishirou, his voice taunting, his voice laughing, his voice ridiculing him.
Author: Gah!? o.o Only TWO pages so far????? GAH! SO SHORT!! *furiously types at computer* Gotta.finish.this.
"I need to get Kamui back to where he belongs." Clipped from irritation, his voice was firm and calm, almost dangerously quiet.
Seishirou would have scoffed if he hadn't been able to contain his instinct quick enough; the thought of Subaru falling for such a /pathetic/ boy was indeed ridiculous in certain ways, since the boy was entirely under- aged and there is quite a large age gap between the two however lovesick doves. Besides, he still held an enormous control over the Sumeragi, or had the beautiful green-eyed bird forgot that already? So instead, he decided to switch the topic, switch the current course of conversation to one that will possibly turn everything to his advantage, one that probably will remind the now-confident Sumeragi of who is in control of the situation here and now.
"So was that all a trick, to join me?" asked Seishirou, his unwavering eyes meeting that of Subaru's.
The lack of response was satisfying as the Sumeragi was at a loss for words, his self-assurance wavering./love one or love the other?/.Tiredly, he closed his haunted, tormented eyes before opening them once again, the determination and confidence returning as he made his final decision, and he gazed equally calm into that of the Sakurazukamori's mocking eyes. Seishirou found that look somewhat unanticipated.
"I loved you, Seishirou-san. But Kamui needs me right now, and I know I love him too. It might take awhile to totally accept him because my heart still hasn't healed completely, but the feeling is there, deep in my heart." said Subaru, his voice fading into a soft whisper as he continued on, his palm resting on his chest over his heart in the end, a slight sparkle of life and joy appearing within the recesses of his emerald eyes.
Seishirou's smile faded and his gaze hardened into that of the cruel and merciless murderer his other, hidden self is. Time to move on to business.
"/Kamui/ had requested me to bring back Kamui-chan here, so I have to take him back," informed Seishirou nonchalantly.
"Never. I'll never let that bastard touch Kamui again."
"A hunter must always have his prey, Subaru-kun. You will understand that someday, but in the meanwhile, I will have to deal with you for your disobedience.for your trying to escape your limits as prey."
A shower of black ofudas met a spray of white ones, the two forces colliding and canceling each other out in a burst of raw energy and light. Spells chanted in its ancient texts and languages, more bursts of power flying towards the opponent, a dangerous dance of light and dark energy crashing ground and more energy, the illusion world crackling with its broken glass falling onto the ground, distorted and wrecked. The large bird of prey came alive on the Sakurazukamori's arm and launched itself forward to ram into the Sumeragi's penetrable defense of shield, only to fight out a whole flock of pure white shikigamis, the magnificent birds clawing, biting, winging, hitting its designated opposite in a horrible struggle for the victory of the fight. Its owners mentally concentrated on other matters as they watched the birds battling between themselves and waited patiently for the successor, but soon the interest melted away and more spells and chants and ofudas met with each other, more energy and power flying dangerously around the illusion world, drawing blood from little cuts here and there, the smoke thick from battle. The Sakurazukamori concentrated part of his mind on the movements of the maboroshi, and the grounds shifted, rocks and boulders charging towards the unsuspecting Sumeragi, but rock collided with shield and dissipated into specks of fine powdered dust. It was not until the smoke and dust cleared away during one of the little breaks in battle did he realize that he had relinquished his hold on the boy, who was now nowhere in his sight. His heart flared in fear and dread.he knew.he knew.
And there the boy was, within the grasp of the Sakurazukamori, conscious but kneeling pathetically on the ground like the little caged animal he was. Wings out, eyes large and seemingly innocent, arms limp and resting in his lap, he gazed at the onmyouji but did not recognized him, not comprehending the situation as of current, his self hidden deep within his soul, a mere shell being presented. The invert pentagram of an energy trap was surrounding the boy, but he seemed not to have any ideas of trying to escape his little prison. A soft spell and the boy fell into a blissful sleep once again within his little cage, his form lying prone on the hard ground of illusion.
"You still can't win over me, Subaru-kun," chuckled a velvety voice, cruel and somewhat amused. "And look where that got your little Kamui- chan."
A cage made from rock surrounded the boy, forming the very replica of that of a bird cage, and soon Kamui was trapped within the recesses of his new gift box, wrapped and ready to be shipped back to the Headquarters of the Dragons of Earth, where he will be presented to the /Kamui/. The forms of Seishirou and the cage were already disappearing within a flurry of confusing crimson pink petals. Subaru panicked and ran blindly towards the two forms.but was entirely too late.
"Seishirou-san!!!!!!!!!" yelled out Subaru into the gray emptiness of the receding maboroshi. "GIVE KAMUI BACK TO ME!!!!!!!"
He was met with silence except for the gentle breaking about of the maboroshi, the glass shattering in various places and raining down upon the areas around him, creating a taunting invert pentagram around him, the center. Some petals, pure white, quite unexpectedly, drifted down slowly and arranged themselves neatly into a sentence of few unforgettable words.
//Hunters always get their Prey.//
The tears slid down his cheeks as he realized what he had just done: he had broken the bond, the love, between his dear Seishirou and himself.and therefore his Wish is useless and dead, and he has nothing left of the past to remind him of his pain. He had finally broken free of the bonds of the curse of the Sakura which had trapped him for so many long and harsh years of cruel awakenings, heart breakings, and wrenching betrayals. Part of him rejoiced and celebrated at this new taste of freedom, another blamed himself for the loss of the boy, and the last part.wanted to mourn for his foolish actions which broke him away from all the good memories of that past year.
Slowly, he made his way back to CLAMP Campus, where the other Seals were waiting for his news, and information indeed he has for them, some considerably important data which will help them recover their young lost leader. He knew where the Headquarters of the Chi no Ryuu was, which surprised him because he would have expected the Sakurazukamori to remove all traces of such memories.but Seishirou had indeed been very distracted by his annoyance at Subaru's newfound disengagement with himself that the thought had merely slipped his mind.for now.
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He carried the unconscious boy within his arms into the room of his /Kamui/ and laid the boy roughly on the bed, watching half in fascination and half in disgust as the small boy curled up on himself, tucking his thin frame neatly into a warm little ball on the many sheets. Watching his rival in love was indeed interesting, and soon, he sat staring at the boy sleep oblivious to the world, his chest gently rising up and down in rhythm due to his breathing, his lashes occasionally fluttering, and his hands softly clutching at the soft sheets.
The door slid open as a figure stepped into the room.
"As per deal, /Kamui/-kun, I brought him back." Seishirou did not look up, but instead, continued to gaze at the boy's porcelain face of innocence.
"Good, Sakurazukamori."
"I'll leave now to let you do as you wish to with your prized prey." Seishirou stood up and got up to go.
"His /Wish/ has changed. But the Destiny has already been determined, and nothing can change it," said /Kamui/ as he approached the sleeping form of the his twin star, his prey, his other half.
Seishirou left the room and Fuuma smirked. Time to play, little birdie.
Author: Oh.I'm so evil ^_^ *smirks* Too bad Subaru-kun~ Gonna have to try again ^_^ Right.Chapter 8.must.rewrite..grrr...(sorry.but I hated the first version of it.so I'm writing a second version, which includes a key event that basically sets off a whole bunch of others leading to the Promised Day.which is approaching pretty fast.)
Shinji: Thank you peoples who reviewed to these old chapters!
Ai: Now Author made sure the lines are separated and there's at least a line between each paragraph.Sure hopes this works.
Author: ~_~;;; Review? Those things WOULD sure be nice.
Note: Chapter 7 of 14, half-way there.
Warnings: S x K, S x S, K x F, AU, OOC
Predator and Prey
Chapter 7-Prey
By: Yakusoku
Author: Now what was this chapter about again??? ~_~ *thinks REAL hard* oh.right. that.
Green leaves were rustling as an invader made his way stealthily and quickly through the bushes and plants obstructing his way, a sense of nervousness and urgency ringing with every single movement he makes. Passersby would have thought the scene peculiar and quite comical: a haunted-looking, green-eyed young man carrying an unconscious teenage boy within his arms, the first picking his way clumsily through this area of crowded woods. However, this area was concealed from sight by those who did not wish to trouble themselves with such tedious work as to wander through these woods, therefore the region was clear from spectators and civilians.
He felt apprehension and a sense of gloom hanging over him, rising to an unbearable sense of dread which made him feel as if his stomach had just been tied neatly and tightly into a knot of uneasiness. There had been no pursuers, that much he knew. But this mission had passed by and been accomplished entirely too easy, in his definition, and he had been expecting much more resistance or at the least some sort of alert by the other side in this Apocalyptic Battle for Earth. The nagging feeling only grew into an all-consuming fear as he realized he had stepped into a clearing that he knew very well couldn't be there, and the fear was well justified, for there in the middle stood the magnificent sakura tree, the scenery shifting to accommodate the monstrosity. Right before his eyes, he saw the maboroshi twist and sift like water or sand into that of brooding gray background, the glass-like substance of consisting cloth blocking any light trying to penetrate into the world of shadows and illusions.
He ignored the fear and sought out the calm within him; he disregarded the sakura tree, and concentrated on gently lying the sleeping boy down onto the ground, though he had no intentions of letting the boy go, much less out of his sight; he overlooked the presence of the Sakurazukamori, focusing instead on drawing out his onmyouji skills at his dispense. Finally, that accomplished, he stood much slowly and eyed the bloody sakura towering before him like the great beast it is. Anger boiled for taking away his precious dear twin sister, disgust raged for killing innocents and sacrificing their lives, irritation arose at delaying him on his goal.and he neatly threw a stack of violent, but graceful ofudas towards the object of his devoted hatred.
The barrier sprang into life to protect the tree, and a mirthless chuckling echoed throughout the world of shadows and darkness.
"Ah Subaru-kun, when will you ever learn?" The owner of the voice was materializing in front of him, standing before the sakura tree, blocking the way from the tree to the powerful onmyouji, seeming as if to protect the vampire plant. Sakura petals, soft and pink, drifted out of nowhere, gathering towards one place, forming one great frame of dark clothes and trademark sunglasses, the petals floating, flying, rushing past him like little beautiful insects. "You'll never be able to defeat me.Subaru-kun..."
"Seishirou-san." whispered Subaru, half in acknowledgement, half in pain, half in sadness, half in apprehension and anxiety.
The Sakurazukamori softly tsk-ed at the Sumeragi as if scolding an unknowing child after he made a mistake or did a bad thing in the eyes of the wise parents. He removed his sunglasses and gazed at the Sumeragi, the amused brown meeting beautiful emerald green. He smiled gently, a lie, a false appearance of one who does cared deeply and is extremely trustworthy, when anyone who knew him would know that he was directly the opposite from what he presented himself to be.
"Let us go, Seishirou-san. I have more important matters to attend to." Subaru's voice was dead serious, and his glare equally stern, but the Sakurazukamori was not easily intimated, especially by that of his favorite prey whom he had studied extensively over the many years he observed and watched him. All Subaru received, to his annoyance, was an entertained chuckle.
"And what would those important matters be, Subaru-kun?" asked Seishirou, his voice taunting, his voice laughing, his voice ridiculing him.
Author: Gah!? o.o Only TWO pages so far????? GAH! SO SHORT!! *furiously types at computer* Gotta.finish.this.
"I need to get Kamui back to where he belongs." Clipped from irritation, his voice was firm and calm, almost dangerously quiet.
Seishirou would have scoffed if he hadn't been able to contain his instinct quick enough; the thought of Subaru falling for such a /pathetic/ boy was indeed ridiculous in certain ways, since the boy was entirely under- aged and there is quite a large age gap between the two however lovesick doves. Besides, he still held an enormous control over the Sumeragi, or had the beautiful green-eyed bird forgot that already? So instead, he decided to switch the topic, switch the current course of conversation to one that will possibly turn everything to his advantage, one that probably will remind the now-confident Sumeragi of who is in control of the situation here and now.
"So was that all a trick, to join me?" asked Seishirou, his unwavering eyes meeting that of Subaru's.
The lack of response was satisfying as the Sumeragi was at a loss for words, his self-assurance wavering./love one or love the other?/.Tiredly, he closed his haunted, tormented eyes before opening them once again, the determination and confidence returning as he made his final decision, and he gazed equally calm into that of the Sakurazukamori's mocking eyes. Seishirou found that look somewhat unanticipated.
"I loved you, Seishirou-san. But Kamui needs me right now, and I know I love him too. It might take awhile to totally accept him because my heart still hasn't healed completely, but the feeling is there, deep in my heart." said Subaru, his voice fading into a soft whisper as he continued on, his palm resting on his chest over his heart in the end, a slight sparkle of life and joy appearing within the recesses of his emerald eyes.
Seishirou's smile faded and his gaze hardened into that of the cruel and merciless murderer his other, hidden self is. Time to move on to business.
"/Kamui/ had requested me to bring back Kamui-chan here, so I have to take him back," informed Seishirou nonchalantly.
"Never. I'll never let that bastard touch Kamui again."
"A hunter must always have his prey, Subaru-kun. You will understand that someday, but in the meanwhile, I will have to deal with you for your disobedience.for your trying to escape your limits as prey."
A shower of black ofudas met a spray of white ones, the two forces colliding and canceling each other out in a burst of raw energy and light. Spells chanted in its ancient texts and languages, more bursts of power flying towards the opponent, a dangerous dance of light and dark energy crashing ground and more energy, the illusion world crackling with its broken glass falling onto the ground, distorted and wrecked. The large bird of prey came alive on the Sakurazukamori's arm and launched itself forward to ram into the Sumeragi's penetrable defense of shield, only to fight out a whole flock of pure white shikigamis, the magnificent birds clawing, biting, winging, hitting its designated opposite in a horrible struggle for the victory of the fight. Its owners mentally concentrated on other matters as they watched the birds battling between themselves and waited patiently for the successor, but soon the interest melted away and more spells and chants and ofudas met with each other, more energy and power flying dangerously around the illusion world, drawing blood from little cuts here and there, the smoke thick from battle. The Sakurazukamori concentrated part of his mind on the movements of the maboroshi, and the grounds shifted, rocks and boulders charging towards the unsuspecting Sumeragi, but rock collided with shield and dissipated into specks of fine powdered dust. It was not until the smoke and dust cleared away during one of the little breaks in battle did he realize that he had relinquished his hold on the boy, who was now nowhere in his sight. His heart flared in fear and dread.he knew.he knew.
And there the boy was, within the grasp of the Sakurazukamori, conscious but kneeling pathetically on the ground like the little caged animal he was. Wings out, eyes large and seemingly innocent, arms limp and resting in his lap, he gazed at the onmyouji but did not recognized him, not comprehending the situation as of current, his self hidden deep within his soul, a mere shell being presented. The invert pentagram of an energy trap was surrounding the boy, but he seemed not to have any ideas of trying to escape his little prison. A soft spell and the boy fell into a blissful sleep once again within his little cage, his form lying prone on the hard ground of illusion.
"You still can't win over me, Subaru-kun," chuckled a velvety voice, cruel and somewhat amused. "And look where that got your little Kamui- chan."
A cage made from rock surrounded the boy, forming the very replica of that of a bird cage, and soon Kamui was trapped within the recesses of his new gift box, wrapped and ready to be shipped back to the Headquarters of the Dragons of Earth, where he will be presented to the /Kamui/. The forms of Seishirou and the cage were already disappearing within a flurry of confusing crimson pink petals. Subaru panicked and ran blindly towards the two forms.but was entirely too late.
"Seishirou-san!!!!!!!!!" yelled out Subaru into the gray emptiness of the receding maboroshi. "GIVE KAMUI BACK TO ME!!!!!!!"
He was met with silence except for the gentle breaking about of the maboroshi, the glass shattering in various places and raining down upon the areas around him, creating a taunting invert pentagram around him, the center. Some petals, pure white, quite unexpectedly, drifted down slowly and arranged themselves neatly into a sentence of few unforgettable words.
//Hunters always get their Prey.//
The tears slid down his cheeks as he realized what he had just done: he had broken the bond, the love, between his dear Seishirou and himself.and therefore his Wish is useless and dead, and he has nothing left of the past to remind him of his pain. He had finally broken free of the bonds of the curse of the Sakura which had trapped him for so many long and harsh years of cruel awakenings, heart breakings, and wrenching betrayals. Part of him rejoiced and celebrated at this new taste of freedom, another blamed himself for the loss of the boy, and the last part.wanted to mourn for his foolish actions which broke him away from all the good memories of that past year.
Slowly, he made his way back to CLAMP Campus, where the other Seals were waiting for his news, and information indeed he has for them, some considerably important data which will help them recover their young lost leader. He knew where the Headquarters of the Chi no Ryuu was, which surprised him because he would have expected the Sakurazukamori to remove all traces of such memories.but Seishirou had indeed been very distracted by his annoyance at Subaru's newfound disengagement with himself that the thought had merely slipped his mind.for now.
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He carried the unconscious boy within his arms into the room of his /Kamui/ and laid the boy roughly on the bed, watching half in fascination and half in disgust as the small boy curled up on himself, tucking his thin frame neatly into a warm little ball on the many sheets. Watching his rival in love was indeed interesting, and soon, he sat staring at the boy sleep oblivious to the world, his chest gently rising up and down in rhythm due to his breathing, his lashes occasionally fluttering, and his hands softly clutching at the soft sheets.
The door slid open as a figure stepped into the room.
"As per deal, /Kamui/-kun, I brought him back." Seishirou did not look up, but instead, continued to gaze at the boy's porcelain face of innocence.
"Good, Sakurazukamori."
"I'll leave now to let you do as you wish to with your prized prey." Seishirou stood up and got up to go.
"His /Wish/ has changed. But the Destiny has already been determined, and nothing can change it," said /Kamui/ as he approached the sleeping form of the his twin star, his prey, his other half.
Seishirou left the room and Fuuma smirked. Time to play, little birdie.
Author: Oh.I'm so evil ^_^ *smirks* Too bad Subaru-kun~ Gonna have to try again ^_^ Right.Chapter 8.must.rewrite..grrr...(sorry.but I hated the first version of it.so I'm writing a second version, which includes a key event that basically sets off a whole bunch of others leading to the Promised Day.which is approaching pretty fast.)
Shinji: Thank you peoples who reviewed to these old chapters!
Ai: Now Author made sure the lines are separated and there's at least a line between each paragraph.Sure hopes this works.
Author: ~_~;;; Review? Those things WOULD sure be nice.