Triangular: 14

Author's notes: Good news! My flight's been moved to the tenth! More time for me to update! Still, I'll try to update T3 while I'm in Canada ^^. Anyway, at this time I haven't posted chap 13, and two people have reviewed chap 12…hmm…sol-nemesis and spq? Did I get your names right? When the fifteenth chapter comes, I'll mention all of my reviewers so far in the end. Hehehehe…let's get on with it before I lose my creativity streak.

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Autumn has finally passed, replaced by the cold temperature of winter. Today was the first snowfall, even though it IS the first day, it didn't cancel the play practice.

It was a fresh and chilly Monday morning, snowflakes slowly falling into the already snow-covered ground. Most of the students, except those who were participating in the play, slept soundly in their beds, happy that they had a day off for once. But unfortunately, a third of the second year population was stuck in CLAMP Gakuen practicing for the school play.

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A complete week has passed ever since the Subaru/Seishirou incident. And indeed, Subaru wasn't very happy with the results. Hell, he didn't even know what he did wrong.

Subaru observed Kamui right through the whole week, feeling uncomfortable about the sudden changes. First, Kamui didn't want to talk to him that night when he came over to apologize. The next day, Kamui didn't approach Subaru, talk to Subaru, or even look at him even if they weren't in class. Kamui even went back to calling him 'Sumeragi-sensei' instead of the affectionate 'Subaru-san' that often came out of his supple, pale lips. Feeling suspicion arise in his veins, he started thinking that Kamui was avoiding him because of something he didn't even know he did.

Second, Seishirou was beginning to pester him. Always following him around, wrapping his arm around his shoulder, his waist on rare occasions… And ever since last Tuesday, Seishirou had been smirking at him a whole lot…well…more than he usually does.

Third, it was Fuuma. Kamui and Fuuma, to be exact. The two of them started spending time a whole lot together, and Kamui was even doing it because he wanted to. Now this, this, really disturbed our Kamui-loving Subaru.

flashbackThursday evening, 6:00 pm, right after practice

Subaru immediately shook himself out of Seishirou's grasp, running directly to the auditorium. Damn, he forgot about Kamui for the third time! Feeling that anytime now Kamui would be more than willing to throw him out of the school window, he thought it would be best for him to make up for it. As he struggled past the crowds of prop-makers and costume designers as well as other actors; he finally managed to enter the CLAMP Gakuen High School Auditorium.

"Monou-san!" he heard his angel mention, running towards a man who was leaning against the wall opposite of him. As Subaru kept his glance on the smiling History teacher, he saw his angel ran happily towards him with a grin on his face. "Monou-san, what are you doing here?"

"I came to pick up my sister." Fuuma smiled, sending warm chills run up and down Shirou Kamui's spine. "You know her – Monou Kotori."

Kamui looked downcast, still unaware of Subaru, who was still watching them.

"Why, Kamui-kun? Is something wrong?" Fuuma asked, lowering his glasses to see the amethyst-eyed boy.

"Nothing…it's just that Subaru – eh – Sumeragi-sensei was always here at this time. He always drove me home after practice…that is, until last Thursday." Kamui murmured in a soft, cracking voice, but loud enough for Subaru to hear. For some stupid and idiotic reason, Subaru's body suddenly became lead, refusing to move even when Subaru's mind started screaming at it.

"Oh…" Fuuma remarked, looking kindly down at Kamui. "Is that so? Don't worry – I'll drive you home."

Subaru's eyes widened. No! HE was the one who was supposed to drive Kamui home! HE was the one who was supposed to make up for his mistakes! Not him! Not FUUMA!

He opened his mouth to say something, but Kamui's seraphic voice beat him to it.

"Is it okay?" Kamui asked, voice still soft. "I mean…I can manage to walk."

Fuuma chuckled. "It's alright. Besides, I can't let a beautiful student like you wander around in the dark. Let's just wait for Kotori and then we'll go."

Kamui blushed, traces of pink racing across his flushed cheeks. Subaru could only lean back on the door way and stare at his Kamui longingly, wanting his presence back near him.

"Arigato…" Kamui murmured, Fuuma still smiling his warm grin at him. "Monou-san."

end of flashback

His lace-up, black boot shuffled against the snow-covered, tree-arched pathway of CLAMP Gakuen.

But for no reason he stopped, staring at the clearing that led to the inner High School Department. He raised his head, looking up towards the sky, seeing pearly white snowflakes darting themselves to the ground.

His life has grown quiet every since Kamui started to avoid him.

* Subaru's POV *

I stood there, alone, looking like a complete idiot as I stare up into the cloudy sky. I couldn't help but feel the loneliness eat me within, as I stood there, not feeling the joyful presence of my angelic student.

We used to walk together along this path, used to use this pathway to approach my car and then I'd drive him home. Cheerful conversations were enjoyed while we were together, and if the night had fallen, he didn't seem to care as long as he was with me.

But now he didn't want to be with me.

I missed those days…those days when I'll wait for him near his classroom's staircase and walk with him; when I'll sneak into the auditorium and watch him practice; when I'll idly stare at his troubled but cute face as I let my students answer the mathematical problem I just formulated. Those days when he'll walk up to me with a grin after a practice…when he'll silently sink down his chair whenever he caught me staring…when I'll laugh to myself whenever I see his dog topple him over…but it seems that those days were finished.

Over.

Now he's with Monou.

He's doing what we did with him. I can't help cringing as I see them walk around the campus together, Monou-san drive him home with his sister, watch his practices, wait for him by the staircase, stare at him whenever I pass by his classroom. Hokuto would often ask me what's wrong, but I prefer to make things simpler for her. I just reply that nothing's wrong, then Hokuto would stare at what I'm staring at.

I ask myself silently. Why would Kamui do this to me? Doesn't he know how much damage this does to me? I already fell in love with him…but then again, I though he did too…

But what has driven him to act this way?

I continued to walk, permitting my feet to lead me to wherever. My green eyes widened after a few minutes of walking, seeing where my feet were leading me.

The CLAMP Gakuen High School Department Auditorium, with its large, mahogany, intricately designed doors opened to welcome all.

Thinking that it wouldn't hurt to see Kamui practice, I went inside, hearing the joyful chatters and voices of the students.

* Our POV *

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE MAKING ME WEAR THIS!"

The following words got everybody's attention, for they were screamed from backstage. Monou Kotori dragged a hassled and looking-like-he's-been-harrased-by-thousands-of-bishounen-crazy-girls Shirou Kamui out to the stage.

"Aww Kamui-chan! Don't worry! You look perfectly fine!" Kotori chirped, twirling around the raven-haired student like some fairy dancing around a princess. "Ne, minna?"

All eyes were on Kamui, with most of the girls screaming 'KAWAII!!' while Sorata was hooting as he accidentally hit himself with a hammer; Kotori suddenly stopping and hugging the embarrassed Kamui to death; Arashi smiling an amused smile as she held a silk-like white coat; Kakyou grinning as he held copies of the script.

Subaru was absolutely speechless as he entered the auditorium, seeing Kamui instantly dressed in something you'd never imagine him wear.

Kamui crossed his arms over his chest, looking at everyone indignantly as everyone stared at him. He was absolutely angelic all right, for he was wearing something of the color of pearly white that glimmered under the bright sunlight. He was wearing robes of white with intricate designs hued the darkest of cobalt, richest of mauve and brightest of gold adorning the hems of the gown. A long piece of royal blue velvet, like those of a priest, with patterns of convoluted swirls and tortuous lines colored gold embellished on its edges while a pattern of a beautiful cross of white lined with purple placed on either end lay hanging on Kamui's shoulders. Gold chains with intricately carved golden crosses hanging on its ends dangled loosely on his waist as he stood on the center of the stage, Kotori's arms still holding him in a deadly hug.

"Kamui-kun, you absolutely look wondrous." Monou Fuuma suddenly remarked from his seat on the sea of chairs. He had his legs crossed as he leaned back into the upholstered chair, smiling ever so kindly as Kamui looked down and blushed, hiding it from the others. "Perfectly fits you. Made you look more of an angel."

Subaru's eyes widened at the voice, blood in his head beginning to boil.

Author's notes: So, did you like my perception of Kamui's costume? I'll explain Nataku's the next chapter, and as the play progresses on, Kamui would change costumes…and every one would fit him exactly right. Hehehe…please, R&R! Any private questions you want to ask or something you want explained, forward them to alex_pikachu1822@hotmail.com. Arigato!

P.S: Anyone who doesn't like what we're doing to Kamui and Subaru (you know, making them angst) can blame Silent X. You can e-mail her at vinavenegas@hotmail.com, and please, at the very least, don't include me. She's my co-plotter: the co-plotter who doesn't care! : )