Triangular: 17

Author's notes: Once again, I'm doing this in advance. In 12:16 in the morning, in fact. By this time the latest chapter I've updated is chap 14, with 140 people who reviewed. Anyway, let's just get this over with.

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Countless of fluffy white snowflakes stuck themselves to the large windowpanes of the huge classroom. Students were quiet as they sat on their seats, waiting patiently as their Japanese Literature teacher collected their formal themes. For some weird and unknown reason, Shirou Kamui was absent, leaving the seat beside Arisugawa Sorata empty for the first time.

** Monday of the next week, 1:20 in the afternoon, just before Japanese Literature period **

His footsteps rang across the long and wide hallway distinctively as he ran as fast as he could. In his hands were the script and his late formal theme paper which was put inside the safety of a brown envelope, clutched tightly between his fingers and palm. Panting hard, he closed his eyes for a moment, but as he did so, he bumped into someone.

Gee, our cute little Shirou Kamui sure loves to bump into people!

Especially people who he really didn't want to see at that time.

Stepping back a few paces to regain his lost balance, Kamui looked at his hands to see that the script and envelope was still there. He mumbled a hurried apology to the person, who was particularly dressed in a notable black turtleneck and a long white coat, scurrying away to contact his Japanese Literature teacher just in time.

"Ah, Shirou-san," Kuzuki Kakyou greeted him, smiling at his student. "Do you have your formal theme paper with you?"

"Hai!" Kamui answered enthusiastically, handing his instructor the brown envelope. Kakyou took the liberty of taking it out of the amethyst-eyed student as Kamui caught his breath, panting hard.

"Go on to class then, Shirou-san. Tell your classmates I'll be a little late."

Kamui nodded affirmatively, going back to where he came from, his black school coat billowing behind him. But still, there was one single thing that Kamui didn't see – oh wait, two things.

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Sumeragi Subaru looked at the piece of bond paper that flew out of Kamui's envelope. It was hand-written with legible penmanship, and thinking it would be best if he picked it up and brought it over to Kakyou, he stooped down and picked up the piece of paper with gingerly care. Thoughts ran over his mind, and finally convinced, he noted that it wouldn't hurt if he'd return the piece of paper after school hours.

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* Kamui's flashback of Sunday evening, 8:00 pm *

"Nii-chan, you want some ice cream?" Yuzuriha peeked into her brother's room, her brown eyes widening as she saw the mess inside. Hundreds of crumpled papers have been thrown wherever in the vicinity, with the bedroom trashcan brimming with the same things. The insertion point blinked continuously as his laptop was left on, and while the owner was busy scribbling down something, he wasn't bothered by the incessant blinking it made.

"Nii-chan, daijoubu?"

Kamui looked up from his work, adorable purple eyes widened to a certain extent. "Yeah I'm alright. Don't mind me." He smiled a charming smile that could've sent a bishounen-crazy girl to heaven before doing his formal theme again.

"Ice cream?" Yuzuriha innocently asked, now showing the enticing sundae dish she was holding. It was a sundae alright – vanilla, strawberry and chocolate ice cream stuck together in a sundae dish with hot fudge and trails of berry syrup dripping down each scoop, banana slices displayed on each corner, topped off with creamy, whipped cream and entrails of syrups, really topped off with chocolate chips and rainbow sprinkles. Now who could forget the cherry on top?

Kamui grinned, dropping his pen on his bed for a while before getting the dish thankfully from his sister's hands.

"Mom made you do this for me, ne, Yuzu-chan?" Kamui asked, smiling once again. Yuzuriha shook her head.

"Mom liked what I made." She said, pointing at the sundae. "She's having one right now. I'm having mine."

"Okay. I'll just bring the dish downstairs once I'm finished."

"Okay! Ja!" with those final words, Shirou Yuzuriha skipped down the hallway to her own room, bringing her own sundae dish with her.

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He laid his sundae dish carefully beside him on his bed, mindful not to spill a single drop of the frozen confectionary on his dark blue comforter. He was almost done on his formal theme, only a few more sentences and then he would be finished.

Kamui dug his spoon in the dish, bringing out a fraction of chocolate ice cream and depositing it in his mouth. Scribbling a few lines here and there, he sighed triumphantly, knowing that he had finished his requirement.

At first he was doubtful on who/what he was going to write about. He tried writing about Yuzuriha, about his mom, about Sorata – even tried writing about Inuki, the Kamui-toppling dog, but still, nothing captured his imagination

But when he caught sight of his math book…

His brain started functioning like mad as his heart thrummed wildly inside him, making his hand grab his recognizable black pen and write down a piece of paper. Every moment, every word, every thing they did and shared ran through his mind like snapshots and reminded him of how he felt about the beautiful math teacher. His emotions came over him as his hand ran over the paper, scribbling down words that he didn't even know he knew. The words came to him in a sudden, awkward moment, it was like Kamui was possessed, but he didn't give it much thought.

All he knew was he had to get his emotions out…

And he did, smiling as he held his finished formal theme paper in front of him.

He put his so-called 'masterpiece' in a brown envelope, now continuing to eat his ice cream before it melted.

* end of flashback *

Sumeragi Subaru's classroom, Monday @ 2:40, classroom 2-B

Silence.

Silence was the only thing that enveloped the classroom as all eyes concentrated on Subaru's hand, waiting for him to finish the mathematical problem. Once he dropped the piece of chalk down to the ledge, he sat back down on the teacher's chair and flipped through the math book.

"Shirou! Shirou! Shirou! Shirou!" screams from the next classroom filled his ears, making him look up at his class. He sod up and closed the math book, walking out of the classroom and walked out into the corridor, watching the other class. His emerald eyes were locked on Kuzuki Kakyou's golden ones, signaling them to keep it down.

"Alright class, keep it down. We're disturbing the other classes, okay?" Kakyou said, waving a hand as Kamui stopped in the middle of walking.

"So I don' have to recite the whole thing!" Kamui cheered as he started to walk back to his seat. The class thought of the opposite, once again screaming his name, begging him to recite a sample line from the play.

"Now class…" Kakyou murmured as he saw Subaru walk away to his own class. Deciding it would help pass the time, Subaru sat back down his seat and pulled out Kamui's formal theme paper, proceeding to read the whole thing as his class solved the mathematical problem.

I met this person just this year. I was a transfer student back then, new to everything here in CLAMP Gakuen. I knew no one, and of course, trusted absolutely no one.

As I adjusted to the school, I made friends easily, getting to know my two closest friends Arisugawa Sorata and Kishuu Arashi. I saw the person this one day…a particular day, a day that I could no remember. This person held warm glances and for some reason, this person was the one I believed to be my salvation. I believed that his person was my salvation from everything that has haunted me in my past.

And now, I'm starting to see this person in a whole new light. This person's attitude towards me suddenly changed overnight…a change that suddenly made me feel that it wasn't right. I saw this person one day, while drowning turmoil of my emotions. If only this person could see how much 'it' really means to me, that I have something deep inside me that longs for this person so much.

You told me yourself that I have the option not to divulge who this person is. Maybe I will…someday. But for now, I choose for the person not to be known.

Emerald eyes widened as he finished reading the essay. This was it. This was the final thing that decided and concluded the fact that his 'angel' didn't love him. He could feel his own heart being wrenched into two and break into a million pieces. But his heart longed for his angel, for his cherub, for his seraph…and no matter how wrong it would seem…he would continue loving him. His angel was the only thing he needed and wanted, but then his angel didn't feel the same. But he didn't care – he would continue on watching his cherub fall in love with someone else, no matter how his heart hated to see it. He would continue on observing his beloved through other ways and means, because for him, seeing Kamui was just enough.

~No Subaru. Seeing Kamui alone isn't enough. Don't do this to yourself.~

He confirmed it to himself. Indeed, it was true – seeing his angel wasn't exactly enough, for he needed more of his angel. But never, ever force Kamui to love him back.

Sumeragi Subaru drowned in his depressing thoughts, looking downcast at the formal theme.

"Sumeragi-sensei?" Monou Kotori, the 2-B Class President, called Subaru's attention.

"Ah, yes." Subaru inserted the paper in between his lesson plan and stood up, bringing his math book with him. "Alright, Tsukishirou-san, would you care to solve the problem?"

Author's notes: Don't worry: this WILL end Subaru/Kamui. ^^ Please, R&R!