Triangular: 20

Author's notes: Personally, I like this chapter very much. Really, I do. And for anyone out there wanting romance to be in the fic, well, uh, here you are!

I think.

***

Shirou Kamui can now be seen on stage, dressed in a tattered version of his angel outfit, cradling a so-called corpse of Tojou Nataku's character, Takeshi.

You're probably wondering why Kamui's doing this right now, aren't you?

Well, here's the explanation. The play began with the narrator, played by Tsukishirou Yukito, and two angels named Mizuri and Kogoe, respectively Akizuki Nakuru and Kinomoto Touya. A precious angel, named Kamui (whose name was really Kamui, uh, 'coincidentally') fell into a loophole and was transported into earth, while every angel was searching for him up in heaven. Angel Kamui landed on Japan and started to travel all over the world in search of a way to get back to heaven, for he has again become human. But once he is miraculously transported into either Heaven or Hell, he would regain the option to go into Heaven again, that is, if he landed in Hell. But the thing is, if he landed in hell he would gain the physical abilities of a human, since he first came from earth before landing there.

So Angel Kamui did journey all over the world. He traveled from Japan, to China, and to America, England and many other places. But all was in vain. He couldn't find a single, working way for him to go back to his home.

Depressed, he returned to Japan, but as he neared the first spot wherein he arrived, he was abducted by Takeshi's minions and was brought to Hell.

Takeshi, the devil, decided that it would be fun to torture God if he tortured Kamui. And so he did, torturing Kamui until he was near his second death. But here comes Angel Kajiru, played by Arisugawa Sorata, to Kamui's rescue. Kajiru then defeats Takeshi to free Kamui, but as Takeshi was dying he remembered memories years ago. It was revealed that Takeshi was once an angel before… Okay, so the plot sucks…let's go on, shall we?

Now, Kamui and Sorata were walking slowly across the stage, wherein a backdrop of hundreds of Sakura was displayed. Also, real sakura petals can be found dancing around the two actors.

"I don't understand it, Kajiru. I'll never will. I thought they were just rumors." Kamui said, looking at Sorata intently as they stopped on the center of the stage. "Rumors that he rebelled against God about that judgment."

"That was true. He believed that God's judgment was not right and rebelled against Him. God banished him into hell and he became Takeshi, the demon who tortured you." Arisugawa Sorata spoke up.

"What will happen to him then? After what you did to him'" Kamui replied.

"He'll just simply vanish. Transform into nothingness. His soul would disappear." Sorata said out his second from the last line, now waiting for Kamui's second from the last one too.

"But it was weird – he still remembered our promise years ago." Kamui murmured.

"A promise eh?"

"Yeah, a promise."

Music started to play from the orchestra as the curtain closed, Kamui kneeling down in exhaustion. At last, it was finished – he didn't have to say those lines, he didn't have to wear those clothes, he didn't have to face the audience. At that moment, it was all over, and you could imagine the exhausted grin that was pasted on Kamui's lips. Sorata laughed and kneeled down beside his friend, laughing at how cute Kamui looked.

"Hey, we have to go back to the audience." Sorata said, making Kamui look up sharply at him.

"Do I have to say anything?" Kamui asked hopelessly, still slumped on the floor with his costume pooling around him.

"I guess not." Sorata shrugged. "It'll be like a roll call or something…"

"Sorata-san, Kamui-san! Please hurry up to the backstage!" they heard Arashi's voice, calling them to go backstage. The two obliged, running back before the curtain opened once again.

*

The curtain opened once again, but at the same time plasma screens were turned on both side of the stage, showing the audience days of when they practiced and when they recorded the songs for the play. Kamui could be seen screaming on why someone didn't tell him they were recording, Sorata scratching his head sheepishly, Arashi sweat-dropping and Fuuma laughing. The scenes from the first practice, wherein Kamui can be seen sulking down his chair and blushing were also shown. The day when Kamui first walked out with his costume on, making millions of girls scream and Subaru smile. The footage was made with a handy cam, which a student was using when they were practicing.

Another footage, shown to the audience which WOW-ed them, was the day when they were recording songs for the play. Kamui and Fuuma were in the recording booth, singing the song that was being played right now. The song was called 'Yakusoku', a duet between Kamui and Nataku's substitute, Fuuma. Everybody was surprised on how wonderful their voices were…

Tsukishirou Yukito suddenly spoke up, introducing every actor and people in charge.

"…Monou Kotori, in charge of the costume department…. And here they come now! Arisugawa Sorata as Kajiru…"

The audience clapped as Sorata walked out on stage.

"…Kishuu Arashi as Kazemi…"

The same reaction was got from the audience.

"…Tojou Nataku as Takeshi…"

Same.

"…and the directors! Monou Fuuma, as assistant director…"

As Fuuma walked out, girls screamed their lungs out, but Subaru tried to fight down the urge to throw something at him.

"…Kuzuki Kakyou, director…"

Girls screamed, while Hokuto suddenly stood up as a standing ovation.

"…and the star of the show – Shirou Kamui!"

At that moment, wherein Kamui's name was spoken, everybody stood up and applause came his way, with several flowers being thrown at his feet as he stopped at the center of the stage. He smiled his most charming smile, sending girls screaming like well…girls, with Yuzuriha screaming a few seats away from Subaru: "ONII-CHAN WA SUUUGOOOIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!", Kasumi Karen clapping the hardest she can. He stood up as well, smiling at the amethyst-eyed student, sending the smiling Kamui blushing a few notches…

But Sakurazuka Seishirou remained in his seat, clapping silently as he surveyed Monou Fuuma and Shirou Kamui on stage. Fuuma was whispering something to Kamui's ear as they bowed one last time before the curtains closed.

**

Night had fallen.

Almost everybody came by backstage to congratulate Kamui for his great performance. Hundreds of bouquets and vases full of flowers, even candles, were handed to him by lots of fans (?) and other admirers. Chocolates even came his way as his co-stars praised him of his wonderful show, with Sorata always smacking his back and Arashi bonking Sorata for doing that to Kamui.

But Kamui was happy.

Happy, for the play was over. Happy that he could now go and relax every Saturday, go home when the other students leave, erase all traces of the script in his head, sleep easily and no worrying about the play that was going to be tomorrow.

No worries, for the play was definitely over.

His smile widened as he saw two recognizable women approach him with a huge box wrapped in colorful paper, a big purple bow resting atop it. Kamui grinned, seeing his sister run up to him with the box, their foster mother walking calmly to them.

"Onii-chan! Anata wa sugoi desu yo!" Yuzuriha happily exclaimed, placing the huge box beside her still costume-clad brother and planting a sweet kiss on his cheek.

"Arigato." Kamui smiled his charming smile again, making his sister smile as well. Karen gave Kamui a big hug and a kiss on his other cheek, very pleased with her son's performance.

"You were really great out there, Kamui-chan," Karen said, her motherly voice entering Kamui's ears. "I'm really proud of you."

Kamui was now really feeling good about himself, smiling once again as Karen let go of him. "Sorry if we came here late." Karen added, smiling herself.

"There were so many people we couldn't squeeze in!" Yuzuriha piped up, pouting.

"You could've given this to me back at home." Kamui commented, raising his eyebrows.

"Well, there's still a difference if we gave it to you back here." Karen pointed out. "Anyway, we're already going home. Are you going to come with us or is Monou-san going to drop you off?"

Kamui laughed, remembering a little quarrel that happened between him and his mom a few weeks ago. Karen didn't approve on Fuuma dropping Kamui off every day, and she suddenly remembered that Fuuma was the one who was stalking Kamui a year ago. Kamui, meanwhile, had managed to convince his mother that Fuuma wasn't like that anymore.

"I don't really know, but I'd like to stay here for a while…it's comforting here." Kamui explained. "I'll just call you back home when I need a ride. Besides, I'll just change and walk."

"Alright then." Karen replied, giving her son another motherly hug. "We'll be off. Don't stay out to late."

"Ja ne!!!!!!" Yuzuriha exclaimed, and with that, they were off, leaving Kamui all alone backstage.

It was really comforting; the silence was, as Kamui sat on a table together with all his presents. The glowing white cloth of his costume pooled around him as he started to swing his legs back and forth, smiling to himself as he replayed the play in his mind.

He actually though that no one else was there at the theatre. But he was proved wrong when he heard footsteps coming his way, and as a reflex, he looked to his left to see a man clad in black walking to him, a smile pasted on his face.

"I didn't think you were still here, Kamui-kun." Monou Fuuma's voice rang in his ears, making him smile as he looked at him.

"I wanted to stay here longer for some reason." Kamui replied, noticing that Fuuma stopped in front of him, leaning on the wall that was opposite Kamui's.

"You had fun, ne?" Fuuma asked, now looking at the ceiling.

"I didn't want to be in this at first, but I guess it's really fun, or frustrating." Kamui remarked, laughing. "I was never in a school play before."

"Now you are."

Comfortable silence passed between the two, with Kamui tilting his head to a large window to stare at the falling snowflakes.

"Monou-san?"

Fuuma stopped staring at the ceiling and now stared at the glowing Kamui. "Kamui-kun, how come you still call me Monou-san? Fuuma's fine, really." He said, grinning at the younger man.

"Alright then. Fuuma-san?"

"Yes?"

"You said weeks ago," Kamui started, now observing that Fuuma had just moved to be exactly in front of him. "That if I participated in the play, I'll pass in History."

Fuuma raised his eyebrows. "And…?"

Kamui looked at him, sparkling purple eyes locked on his golden ones. "Did I pass?"

Soft fingers graced Kamui's cream-colored cheek, which was now colored a light shade of pink. Kamui's adorable purple eyes widened as Fuuma took off his glasses with his other hand and placed them next to Kamui.

His surprise grew into astonishment as he felt Fuuma's hand cup his cheek. He felt so comfortable with the gesture although he was entirely new to it…but his thoughts were disturbed by a soft voice speaking to him.

"What did you think?" Fuuma asked quietly, his warm breath caressing Kamui's skin. In one fluid movement, Fuuma claimed Kamui's once slightly parted lips in a soft and silent kiss, mixing in with the comfortable silence that was around them. Kamui's purple eyes closed themselves automatically as he savored the lenient kiss, unaware of widened emerald eyes.

**

Earlier on, Sumeragi Subaru thought it was best that he stay for a while and let everyone else congratulate Kamui before he would. Hokuto even went earlier than him and said that she'd wait for him with Kakyou outside the theatre.

So Subaru did wait for everyone else, and when he thought the last pair was done (apparently Karen and Yuzuriha), he stood up and started to walk backstage, intent on congratulating Kamui and talking straight to him. His black boots made shuffling sounds as he continued to walk backstage, his heart thrumming wildly as he thought of what Kamui would look like.

But as he arrived, it was as if his heart went dead.

His eyes suddenly turned wide.

He felt that his pulse suddenly disappeared.

He also felt that he could drop dead any minute now.

His angel was sitting on a table filled with a sea of flowers, his costume of angelic white pooling and hanging around him, adding an ethereal glow. But his angel was being kissed by someone he didn't expect, by someone he hated, on that very table in front of him.

He felt his heart just break into two.

Author's notes: Don't blame me – wait, do blame me – it's Subaru's turn to suffer. Uh…please r&r. Don't worry – this will really end S/K…it's just that we planned that Subaru and Kamui would really go into a lot of trouble and pain through the school year just to get together. You read the summary right?

Thank you, all of you, for staying in tune with this ficcie. I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter and I hope you guys would review! Please? Thanks!

P.S: I don't hate Sakurazuka Seishirou. Believe me, I don't hate Seishirou.