Disclaimer: All X characters do not belong to me. No matter how much you treat them like so, they won't be. Kamui is not a public company to be used, abused and exploited.
Author's Note: Except in this fanfic. ^^
Author's 2nd Note: This is an FxK fanfiction, with more than a twist on it. More like screw but who cares. It's written from the perspective of Fuuma. It's based on the assumption that Kamui well, I'll let you figure the plot out. I don't know how this got started, I don't know where it's going, and I don't know where it's going to end. Enjoi. Oh, please, R&R my other stories too, if you haven't seen them before.
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"It's too cruel to have his most precious person killed right before his eyes. And having it done by someone he considers his own brother."
Even Sorata's boundless charm was dampened on that night. Yuzuriha, not as mature as the others present, wept into her hands at the sight of Ten no Ryuu Kamui being wheeled into the hospital, a blank look in his eyes. The body of his beloved, Monou Kotori, led the way. One dead, the other probably dying. His heart had imploded, and left his body an empty shell. He wouldn't respond to any calls, any touch, and his eyes lacked the vibrancy of a normal human. They went inside, seeking some solace in the comforting lines of the hospital. By and by, the newcomer, Sumeragi Subaru, decided to risk his own life by entering the mind of the inert framework. It was decidedly odd, being so attached to this one person and shedding so many tears over him.
For, after all, none of the Seals had ever met Ten no Ryuu Kamui in person.
The blank eyes of Monou Fuuma stared up at the ceiling, unseeing, unknowing.
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"K K Kamui. What's gotten into you? Do you know what you're doing?" I could barely feel the rest of my body; the cords were wound too tightly to allow the passage of blood. Oddly enough, it ran down my arm perfectly well, but I reflected on this later
"Fuuma. The world wants change. I can feel her screams, and if you listen carefully, so can you. I will grant her wish." My friend *why do I still consider him my friend?* tore the Shinken from my hand, and the effusion of blood blurred my vision. I looked up and saw Kotori!
"Kamui-chan." The whisper burned at me and I struggled to free myself. A maniacal grin lighted Kamui's face as he raised the sword
"No, Fuuma Don't watch anymore!!!" The cry rang out from the distance, but the only thing I heard was the own cry of my mind, body, and soul.
"KAAAAmuuIIII!"
The Shinken came crashing down
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