Triangular: 13

Author's notes: Nyahahaha, I think you guys haven't even read chapter twelve by the time I'm doing this and I just checked – none of you guys haven't even reviewed chap 11! But I checked once again, and it seems Dahlia-san wants some explanations.

1st: Subaru didn't rush to his room because he was being a gentleman and thought it would be rude just to go up there

2nd: Kamui was too heartbroken at the moment.

Anyway, here's the thirteenth chapter.

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The autumn wind blew fiercely over the pentagram-shaped CLAMP Gakuen. Dried leaves richly colored in brown and yellow decorated the main pathway to the CLAMP Gakuen, a wide walkway covered with arched oaks and maples while the inner walkway was adorned by bare sakura trees. Mixed leaves flew around the pathway that led the students further into CLAMP Gakuen, swirling around the passing students who were animatedly chattering.

"I'll see you later, Kamui." Karen said in a motherly voice, kissing Kamui on his cheek and ruffling his ebony locks. Kamui could only smile a fake grin before saying good-bye to his foster mother. "I'll be home a little late, okay? Don't forget to tell that to your sister. I have to go now."

Shirou Kamui only nodded, straightening his black tie before continuing to walk along the long pathway. Karen drove away, leaving the heartbroken seventeen-year old alone in the High School Department.

Thinking that it would be best not to waste time and get over the day quickly, Kamui started to walk along the pathway, passing by his classmates and fellow schoolmates. Even though a few fangirls screamed and swooned to get his attention, Kamui only smiled a fake smile, preferring to walk by himself that be with someone else's company.

As he brooded on his mixed-up feelings for the raven-haired, green-eyed math teacher, his black, lace-up shoes crumpling the leaves as he walked on them, Kamui unexpectedly bumped into someone you would…expect.

"Kamui-kun?"

He looked up.

He squinted his amethyst eyes; for once he looked at the wonderfully dressed man the sun always got in his way. Once he got a better look, his eyes started to widen at the weird, but beautiful sight.

A man with spiky, ebony locks crowning his head; a well-built form covered in a beautiful trench coat (three fourths of it was colored black while the two buckles that held the coat together and a quarter of it was white); wire-rimmed glasses that held back a pair of loving, golden eyes that peered at him concernedly. For some strange reason, instead of fleeing in fear, warmth filled him.

"Monou-sensei?"

Fuuma started to walk by Kamui, startled that the boy hasn't made a move to run away like a madman and scream for his life. Instead, Kamui continued to walk alongside Fuuma, no feeling of fear and worry seeping through his veins.

"What happened to you yesterday? Are you alright?" Fuuma asked, completely concerned about Kamui's mental and physical state. They passed by the last of the oaks and maples and entered the smaller, but still wide pathway filled with bare sakura trees.

Kamui raised his eyebrows at the query. Fuuma…Fuuma cares about him?

"Kamui-kun? I asked if you were alright." Fuuma said, peering into the dazed student. Kamui shook his head, driving his thoughts away from his mind.

"I…I am…don't worry, Monou-sensei." Kamui murmured, looking down at his shoes.

"How can I not worry? You just bumped into me yesterday and you were crying."

Again, Kamui shot his eyes up at the golden-eyed teacher. Fuuma actually saw him crying…?

"Did…did you tell anybody else?" Kamui queried as they approached the school building nearer. As they entered it and walked up the staircase, Fuuma answered him.

"No. Not really. I thought it wouldn't be a good idea since it would mean I was peeking into your private life." Fuuma replied, running his fingers along the marble railing. "It's just not right."

Kamui's eyes widened further more. Is this the REAL Fuuma? For this moment he seemed to be gentle, caring and loving – far too much unlike the old Fuuma he knew. Once again, after one year, he started to feel drawn to the bespectacled History teacher…a weird feeling since he WAS in love with Subaru.

"Do you really mean that…?" Kamui suddenly asked, once again looking down at the steps. "What you said?"

"It is right, isn't it, Kamui-kun?" Fuuma remarked, looking up at the landing. "Wait – do you feel uncomfortable with me calling you by name? Would you rather be comfortable with me calling you 'Shirou-san'?" Fuuma queried out of the blue, smiling an earnest smile at the teenager.

"Iie…" Kamui, without thinking, suddenly looked up at his warmth-filled golden eyes before looking back down at his boots. "Calling me 'Kamui-kun'…is just fine."

 As they arrived at the second floor, each looked at their destined paths. Kamui had to take the left side of the corridor while Fuuma had to take the right side of corridor. Without a moment's hesitation, Kamui was about to walk away from Fuuma until his warm, gloved hand took hold of his arm.

Surprisingly, Kamui made no move to stop Fuuma.

"I guess I'll see you later in class, Kamui-kun." Fuuma kindly curved his lips, smiling at the younger boy. Kamui only nodded his head, smiling back before parting ways with his so-called 'stalker'.

Kamui's POV

It just doesn't matter to me anymore…Sumeragi-san doesn't love me…he loves someone else. And as a result, I have no wish left to hope for. And it also seems…that Monou-san accepts me. He's the only one who likes me for what I am…who accepts me in his life as if I was an important part of it. I guess it's no use refusing him now – he's the only one I have left…

~He's the only one you have left to what?~

He's the last one I have to believe in…to trust, to love, to put my faith into.

~Why would you say that?~

Why? He's the only one who cares for me, who was worried about my present state…that was puzzled when I ran past him. Sumeragi-san didn't even see me as I walked by. He forgot about me while I was waiting for him in the auditorium for half an hour. I have to face the fact that Sumeragi-san only did all those things – accompanied me around the school, drove me home, watched my practices – out of kindness or pity.

Maybe Sumeragi-san knew how lonely I would be in the future.

And he knows he's not going to be because he has Sakurazuka-san.

And he doesn't love anyone else except for him.

Absolutely…that's the absolute reason why I was convinced that my wish would never come true, the reason why my heart shattered. I loved him every since I laid my eyes on him, for he was the one I thought would be the one to make my troubles go away. Instead, I was wrong. He made my life much more complicated.

That's one reason why I won't bother him anymore with my existence – his world revolves around Sakurazuka-san and Sakurazuka-san alone. I wouldn't want to disturb him…even if it does kill me inside.

Even if it drives me insane.

Besides – it was my fault to fall in love with him in the first place.

Our POV

Kamui was drowning deep in his thoughts as he passed by different classrooms. Once he arrived at his own, he entered it immediately, not even noticing an emerald-eyed teacher waiting for him out in the corridor.

"Oi, Kamui! Today's the first stage practice! You ready?" Arisugawa Sorata suddenly hopped beside him, wearing a stupid grin on his face.

"Next week's the first stage practice WITHOUT script, right?" Kamui asked, looking up at Sorata with worry in his amethyst eyes.

"Yep, but today's first stage practice WITH script." Sorata mentioned, now sitting in his seat, which was positioned next to Kamui's.

"Sorata…the practice doesn't start for at least nine hours." Kamui pointed out, sweat-dropping.

"So what? School is going to be a breeze since the Chief Director of CLAMP Gakuen permitted the second years to practice the whole day! You simply forgot about Kuzuki-sensei's announcement yesterday, didn't you?" Sorata winked, grinning once again.

"Really…?" Kamui said, fishing his hand in his book bag to get the script. Good…then I wouldn't have to see Sumeragi-sensei in class. "Good then. Now Sorata,"

"Eh?"

"Could you practice with me?" Kamui asked, handing Sorata another copy of the script.

"Sure!"

*

As the two students, Shirou Kamui and Arisugawa Sorata, practiced for the play, they were utterly unaware of the pair of green eyes that were observing them. Sumeragi Subaru was leaning on the ledge, keen on watching his beloved angel. He seemed okay…except that his cheeks and lips looked pretty pale.

Indeed, Sumeragi Subaru wasn't comfortable with what he had seen earlier. Fuuma and Kamui? Get along? If Subaru knew better, he'd think that Kamui would rather run away screaming for his dear life than to be with Fuuma.

But this was strange. Kamui, in Subaru's magnificent eyes, was absolutely comfortable with Fuuma walking alongside him. Furthermore, Kamui seemed to avoid his emerald gaze and didn't even greet him with a cheerful 'Good morning'.

Did anything really happen to Kamui?

Thinking that it would be the best to leave the situation as it is for a while and not barge in Kamui's privacy, Subaru decided to observe Kamui for the whole week to see what he was really up to.

Author's notes: Won't update until 140! Thank you! Please, R&R! C&C appreciated!