Triangular: 11
Author's notes: I'm hurrying this up because I want to finish this quickly and I want to write the angst-y parts!!!!!!!!!!! Especially the juicy Seishirou/Subaru/Kamui/Fuuma parts…well anyway, here's the eleventh interval.
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It was the first day of practice for the school play. Crunchy brown-colored leaves decorated the auditorium floor, scattering around every time the cold, autumn breeze flew by. But of course, it didn't matter to anyone, and since it was the first day of practice, everyone was getting acquainted with one another.
But their leading actor was missing…
…or late, rather.
"Gomen nasai!" Shirou Kamui immediately exclaimed the minute he had his hand gripping the auditorium doorway. Everyone was looking at him, ebony hair all tousled, lips partly open has he tried to catch his breath. No one said a word, until a shrill scream enveloped the room, getting everyone's attention.
"KAMUI-CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The aforementioned person shot his head up in panic, hoping not to see a bouncing blonde running up to him. Unfortunately, what Kamui had thought earlier was true. He started to back away from the running girl, ready to sprint off to find safety from bishounen-crazed girls, hoping that somehow he could escape her wrath.
But he was wrong.
In one swift movement, arms were flung around his form, enveloping it in a deadly hug. Kamui gagged and gasped for air, mouthing to other people they should help him from the blonde. But the people around him only smiled and giggled, hearing Kotori's rambles about how worried she was about him and why she was late and many other reasons why Kamui didn't like being hugged by boy-crazy girls.
"K-kotori! What are you doing here?" Kamui choked out once Kotori let go of him. Kotori could only smile before replying.
"I'm here to watch your first practice! Besides…" Kotori continued, as if teasing the amethyst-eyed boy. "I'm one of the costume designers!"
Kamui could only muffle a silent scream. He could just see it now – Kotori dressing him up in some goofy, lace-laden with plenty of ribbons and flowers, WHITE gown with so-called fluffy white wings and a golden, glittery halo. He could almost hear Kotori and almost the rest of the girl population swoon and scream 'KAWAII!' right in his ear.
Moreover…Subaru would see him wearing such a thing.
And he didn't exactly want that to happen.
*
A few minutes after the Kamui/Kotori incident, every actor sat around a circle with the director, a.k.a. Kuzuki Kakyou. Once everyone was settled, he passed out the overall script to all participants.
"First off, I think everyone knows everyone, right?" Kakyou asked, crossing his legs as his students nodded in affirmation. "I guess we need to do a read-over first. Tsukishiro-san, please start with the narration."
A student from class 2-B, Tsukishiro Yukito, nodded as he flipped the first page of the play. His voice rang through their ears as their eyes scanned over the words which were being pronounced. Everything went on smoothly as the read-over progressed on, for not even the noises of the costume department and the sound effects department bothered the actors.
Kakyou's golden eyes turned to the main actor, expecting Kamui to read out his line. Kamui did as he was supposed to do, thinking that this was absolutely moronic before doing so.
"Kamui-san! Kamui-san!" Akizuki Nakuru's voice became known. It was utterly weird and stupid that Kamui's character was named exactly like him. The Angel was named Kamui, which meant the one who holds the majesty of the gods, the Devil named Takeshi, other characters named after elements with added syllables, like Kajiru and Mizuri…Maybe the authors got lazy and bored and suddenly decided that they'd just do this instead of making up new names.
Anyway, Akizuki Nakuru continued on with her line.
"Touya-san, I can't find Kamui!"
Kinomoto Touya replied with the line said in the script. "Have you checked the restricted areas?"
"No, but it's like impossible that Kamui would go to a restricted area. He knows how many hidden loopholes are there."
The play read-over went on, without Kamui noticing that a good-looking math teacher just sneaked in and took a seat in the theatre. Kamui proceeded in reading his line just as Yukito finished his.
"Good. Now I just fell into a stupid loophole." Kamui said, trying his best to put the feeling of annoyance in his voice.
"You know, Shirou-san, for a beginner -- you're pretty good." Kakyou commented before Kamui could continue. The ebony-haired boy raised his head to meet Kakyou's gaze of praise; but instead he caught sight of the emerald-eyed Sumeragi sitting on one of the audience chairs. He immediately blushed as he sank in his seat, feeling weird as he thanked his Japanese Literature teacher before continuing.
Kamui and Subaru have indeed grown closer these past few days. They would often be seen walking around together, Kamui often going home by Subaru's car…definitely you can say that something was developing between the beautiful student and the seraphim teacher. Kamui could easily say that he's developing strong feelings for his teacher while Subaru could say the same.
The practice ended at 6:00 pm, with Subaru watching every bit. Every mistake Kamui made, every comment passed onto him, every swoon and every scream produced by Kamui and his fangirls. As soon as Kamui was off Kakyou's hands, the boy approached Subaru with an earnest smile.
"You seemed to have enjoyed yourself while you were in there." Subaru mentioned once that Kamui stopped before him.
Kamui grinned. "I thought it was a bad thing at first. Anyway, why are you here, Subaru-san?"
"Is it a crime to watch you practice?" Subaru asked, smiling as well. "Let's go then – your mom would worry."
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Night had fallen pretty deep as Kamui finished his practice. Every day for the past week, Subaru has always been there, always watching as the practice developed. But for the past three days, Subaru's appearances were cut short. Like last Thursday, Subaru only watched the first half of the practice; Friday a quarter, while Monday Subaru never showed up at all. Once that Kamui was finished this Tuesday, he bowed his head down once he walked out of the auditorium.
He dragged his bag around the campus, hoping that in one second he'd be home. But as he raised his head, he saw an unfortunate scene. A black-clad Sakurazuka Seishirou had his long-sleeved arm around white-clad Sumeragi Subaru, talking animatedly and cheerfully as though nothing happened between the two of them. It was as if Kamui could almost hear Subaru's cheerful laugh and Seishirou's light-hearted chuckle as the two walked across the covered pathway. As Kamui stopped in his tracks, he could nearly feel his fragile heart shatter into a million pieces.
His adorable now wide-as-saucers purple eyes were unable to pry themselves off the two. As if on reflex, his feet began to move, running away from the scene he just saw, running away as fast as his feet could carry him. He didn't even care where his feet were leading him – he just wanted to get away from the scene he just saw.
He didn't even glance at the person he bumped into, for his sight was beginning to blur once tears invaded his amethyst eyes.
"Kamui-kun, what's the matter –
Kamui only tired to stop tears from spilling down his now flushed cheeks. He indignantly pushed the person out of the way before sprinting off, finally leaving the High School Campus. The person he bumped into gazed after him with a confused stare, wondering what insanity had caused Kamui to spill his precious, crystalline tears. Thinking that the reason may have something to do with Seishirou or that stupid Sumeragi, Monou Fuuma decided to search for the two and demand them to tell him the exact reason why his precious Kamui was crying.
Fuuma encountered them walking along the covered pathway by the CLAMP Gakuen High School Auditorium.
"Seishirou-san." Fuuma murmured sternly, catching Seishirou's attention. The supposed-to-be Sakurazukamori turned his head to face a wonderfully dressed Monou Fuuma.
"Ah, Fuuma-san." Seishirou mentioned, removing his arm from Subaru's shoulders. Subaru only looked on, not bothering to say a word. "What's the matter? You seem to look a little troubled."
"What did you to Kamui?" He demanded, golden eyes narrowing in anger.
"What?" Subaru suddenly spat out, now interested in Fuuma and Seishirou's conversation. He felt a nagging pang of guilt and worry as Kamui's name was pronounced, hoping that his beloved student was alright.
"Shirou-san?" Seishirou asked back, eyes wide in wonder. "We haven't done anything to Shirou-san. In fact, we haven't seen him. Right, Subaru-kun?"
Subaru only nodded. It was the truth – Subaru hasn't seen him ever since the bell rang for dismissal. "I think he's still in practice."
Fuuma shook his head, walking away before replying. "It's already six o'clock. His practice's finished."
Subaru's eyes widened. "Damn, I forgot about him!" And with that sentence, Subaru went off to the auditorium, silently praying that his angel was still there. Seishirou only smirked, watching as his Subaru-kun walked off.
*
As he slammed the door open, the only scene that met him was a dark and empty auditorium. Subaru checked his watch – it was already half past six. How could he have been so stupid? To forget about such an adorable, admirable, beautiful and seraphic student like Shirou Kamui – to him it was almost a crime. Kamui could've been waiting for him in the auditorium alone while he was out there frolicking with Seishirou. The pang of guilt and worry nagged at Subaru's heart and mind even more.
Thinking that it would be best to apologize to Kamui personally, Subaru decided to drive over Kamui's home and speak to the angel.
Author's notes: How was that? We decided it's better if we put in a little more excitement to the fic by putting in 'tragedies' and angst. What do you think? Please r&R!