Triangular: 16
Author's notes: Hahaha…I just discovered how to use my voice to write fics using Windows XP. But I have decided to stick into typing…it's going to sound weird if I dictate my fic aloud. I'm sticking to my lovely keyboard. ^^
Also, the 'quote' thing last chap, it's not really a quote, for I was just quoting what a reviewer said to me. I hope you guys haven't said that 'You go to hell' thing around and telling them that it came from me…^^; I'm really sorry for that mistake.
Anyway, let's get this thing going.
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Students nodded, affirmative to their teacher's request. Kakyou smiled, clapping his hands together before continuing to speak.
"All right then, let's cut our practice and call it a day." The Japanese Literature teacher announced, taking off his coat that lay silent on the back of his director's chair. He got his briefcase before resuming his announcements. "Shirou-san, Tojou-san, you can change back to your clothes and hang your costumes in the clothes rack backstage. Costume designers, you could continue your work tomorrow, just like the others. Remember, practice resumes tomorrow at 3:30 to 6:00."
"Haaaaaaaaiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Well, Subaru-san," Kakyou said, slinging his coat over his shoulders, looking at his wristwatch. "I'll be running late, so I have to go before I upset your sister." He grinned. "Are you going on your way as well?"
Subaru looked at Kamui, who was running towards backstage to change out of his costume. He looked at his black, lace-up boots as he contemplated on the matter, mind deep in thought.
"I think not. I'll stay here for a while." Subaru remarked, making Kakyou nod in agreement.
"Alright." Kakyou turned to Fuuma who suddenly stood up, brining his absolutely wonderful coat (the one he wore in X18…I love that coat) with him. "Monou-san, I have to go. I hope you understand."
"Oh don't worry, Kuzuki-san." Fuuma replied, smiling earnestly as he readjusted his glasses. "I'll be fine."
With one last nod, Kakyou walked out of the auditorium, leaving Fuuma and Subaru alone amidst of all the students.
* Kamui's POV *
I groaned as I heaved the uncomfortable, heavy gown up over my head. Grabbing a hanger from my costume rack, I shoved the triangular piece of metal inside the neckline and hanged it on the rack. I groaned once again as I loosened up my shoulders, feeling strained as I let the chilly air pass through my naked chest. I didn't like the costumes, actually. They were absolutely heavy, and even though they were expertly made, I wasn't comfortable in them. I had to wear all kinds of things under what you actually see, like a shirt with a vest then that huge robe and that piece of velvet with those chains, of course, with pants.
And I had to change those 23 goddamn times.
I took a towel from the nearby closet and used it to dry my sweat away. Even though it was winter and the auditorium was evenly heated, the ventilation didn't help if you were under heaps of clothing.
Every time I changed costumes, I must add, Kotori squealed like a girl as she saw me shirtless. I must really get away from all these bishounen-crazy girls…most of the costume designers were, and I was surprised they didn't send me out naked. I had to admit – every time I changed costumes I was scared to death…for they could sexually harass me any second while I was.
Running a hand through my tousled hair, I grabbed my turtleneck shirt and put it on, feeling the safety of being in my own clothes. I seized my black coat that lay silent over the rack, slung it over my shoulders before taking my bag and walking out.
And while I left Nataku backstage while he thought of ways to torment me, I stopped in mid-stride as I caught the most haunting and captivating pair of emerald-green eyes staring at me lovingly and longingly.
Why was he here? Has he been there all along? Watching me as I stammered out lines while Tojou glared at me? Has he been watching me while I was running around in costumes I never dreamed to be in? I thought he left a while ago…to leave me here, to abandon me…to be with his Seishirou.
I found my eyes locked in deep eye contact with his beautiful orbs. He was absolutely beautiful, with soft ebony hair crowning his head, emerald eyes that held a mysterious but entrancing gaze, pale, cream-colored skin and pastel lips that looked so enthralling. I can't deny it – I was attracted to him, I fell in love with him – but he didn't feel the same.
~Who are you to say that? You don't actually know what he really feels, Kamui.~
I don't need to know – he loves Sakurazuka-san and no one else. He's obsessed about him, and he couldn't care less if I killed myself.
~And where did you get that idea?~
He left me for Sakurazuka-san, leaving me here two weeks ago to wait for nothing for half an hour.
I shook my head as I broke our eye contact, looking at the floor as I bounced down the stairs, walking towards Fuuma. Subaru…er…Sumeragi-san needs not be disturbed with my pitiful existence.
* Subaru's POV *
I looked up from my hands as I heard something walk up to the stage. My heart thrummed wildly inside me as I looked up to the person, feeling pleasant chills run up and down my spine as I recognized who it was. My angel, my cherub, standing sweetly on the stage, stared at me with that adorable, clueless look pasted on his face. His delectable amethyst eyes were glimmering in the sunlight, widened slightly at the sight of me sitting before him; pale, supple lips somewhat parted, looking more enticing as I stared at him.
He looked absolutely wonderful. Even in simple clothing he looked so wondrous, apart from his usual school uniform. Anyway, I extremely think that he looks gorgeous in anything.
Kamui donned a simple, short-sleeved, black zip-up loose turtleneck, which had two additional zippers a few inches away from the center that was longer; paired with black pants and black, buckle boots. His hands were clamped on a black trench coat, which had a red clasp armband that had something written on it – I couldn't actually tell, for all I could see was a large, black X encircled in white with a '1999' under it.
I stopped staring at my black-clad angel once I heard HIS voice.
His stupid voice…I hate him and his stupid voice.
* Our POV *
"My, aren't we gloomy today, Kamui-kun?" Fuuma remarked once Kamui stopped in front of him.
"What?" Kamui asked, looking down at his outfit. "Something wrong?"
"No, not really." Fuuma replied, smiling as he shoved his hands inside his trench coat's pockets. "You definitely have a good fashion sense. It really looks good on you."
Kamui grinned. "It does? Arigato, Monou-sa—
"Oh c'mon nii-chan! Everything looks good on Kamui-chan! Especially when you have seen him shirtless!!!!!!!" Kotori started to bounce in the scene, gushing like a mad fangirl as pictures of her Kamui-chan shirtless ran across her mind's eye.
"Kotori…stop thinking about me shirtless." Kamui commanded, looking sternly at the girl, although he kind of failed. Kotori gushed even more.
"Kotori." Fuuma tried, now successful in stopping his little sister. Their conversation continued on, with the angel apparently not noticing the beautiful, neglected teacher sulk away, feeling that he was no longer needed.
I guess…he's happy with Monou…this time.
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"SUUUUUUUBBBBBBBAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Sumeragi Hokuto hopped inside her and her brother's home, swinging her clutch bag around as she closed the door. The lights were all out, only the light from Subaru's bedroom served as illumination for the whole house. In addition, some haunting music was playing somewhere in the house, with Hokuto thinking hard on where it could come from.
"Subaru?" Hokuto called out again, flipping the light switch on. Her heels clunked against the carpeted staircase that led to the upper floor, eyes still searching the house for her one and only twin brother. "Subaru-chan?"
Sumeragi Subaru didn't respond. Thinking that Subaru could be in his room, Hokuto skipped to her brother's bedroom and stopped the haunting music (eX Dream – String Quartet) that was coming from Subaru's entertainment component system. She turned his bedroom light on and turned his desk lamp off, standing in front of Subaru's bed as she put her hands on her hips.
"SUBARU!" Hokuto exclaimed, throwing off the sheets to reveal a dazed-off math teacher, who was still fully dressed, as he lay silent on his white bed. The aforementioned person didn't respond – instead he went back to gazing off at his ceiling and pretend Hokuto wasn't there.
"Subaru, stop acting so childish." Hokuto said, grabbing her brother's hand and pulling him up. He made no move to stop her, although he blinked several times before returning to his silent state. "Gee Subaru-chan, what happened to you? Sei-chan forgot to kiss you goodnight?" she partly teased, winking as Subaru stared at her.
"No, Hokuto." Subaru simply murmured, plopping back into the warmth of his bed. "Now give that sheet back and let me angst."
"Suuuuuubaaaaaruuuuuuuu…" Hokuto teased again, waving the large piece of white cloth around. "Now you have to tell me what's exactly going on before you get this sheet back!"
"Fine." Subaru muttered, closing his eyes as he thought of his angel once again.
"SUUBAARUU!!!!!!!"
"Nothing's wrong, Hokuto. Now give that back. And turn the lights off." Subaru commanded, not minding the noise that Hokuto was producing.
"You're angsting with music? Now that's an improvement." Hokuto said, stopping herself from flinging the blanket around. Subaru, once again, gave no reply. "Aww c'mon Subaru! Do you want me to call Sei-chan for you? Or maybe you want Kamui-chan –
The mention of his angel's name brought Subaru to sit up and hold an unreadable expression in his eyes. "Nothing wrong happened, Hokuto. I'm just really tired from watching the play and I want to rest. If you would, please turn off the lights and be on your way, alright, Hokuto?"
Observing the strange behavior that suddenly came over her brother, Hokuto chose not to dig further into Subaru's affairs. "Aa…oyasumi, Subaru-chan."
Author's notes: Next chapter would contain the events on how Kamui made his formal theme. I hope you enjoyed, and please, R&R!!!!! Any questions about Silent X, or me e-mail them to alex_pikachu1822@hotmail.com A. Pikachu and vinavenegas@hotmail.com Silent X. Anyone who doesn't like what we're doing to Subaru and Kamui, e-mail Silent X. Anyone who hates me, e-mail me. Please, again, r&R! Thank you!
P.s: The idea for Kamui's outfit was taken from the picture where he wears the exact thing and he was handcuffed to Fuuma. ^^ Kamui has a great fashion sense, unlike someone we know… *coughcoughSubarucoughcough*
Raei Dagger: HEY! He has no fashion sense back in Tokyo Babylon!