Disclaimer: I don't think that either the creator of Yami meant for her characters to be used in other universes, nor did those of X/1999 but then, maybe they did. In any case, all characters that I use from both animes are belonging to their respective anime organizations.

Author's Note: Yes, I did say I was mixing YnM and X. Eat your hearts out, fangirls.

Author's 2nd note: In my own writing style, I'm going to write a prologue to see if there's any interest in this type of novel before continuing. If you want this fanfic to continue, please review to tell me whether I should go on or not. It'll involve Sakaruzakamori Subaru and the Shinigami, but beyond that I don't know. Enjoi. Yes, I am aware of certain time issues; let's just pretend that the plot works, ok? *begs*

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"*Ughhh* How many times are you going to be late because of your desserts, Tsuzuki?"

*sweatdrop* "Gomenasai Tatsumi-san, Chief Kanoe, I can't function without them."

"Uh-huh. Maybe I should just eat them in front of you and see how well you operate." Kurosaki Hisoka lifted his chopsticks nimbly, angling for the precious piece of the caramel cream Cinnabon.

The purple eyes creased in hatred and horror. "You wouldn't."

"Ehhh, why wouldn't I? You borrowed money from me so you could buy it."

-.-;; "Fine."

"Ahhhh, gomen Tsuzuki-kun. I'm sure we'll all enjoy this one." *grin*

"Shut up, Tatsumi-san." Everyone except for Tsuzuki laughed, and Hisoka's chopsticks dove into the gooey mass, pull out the pecans and pulled them toward the blonde-haired boy. Tsuzuki's face drooped as he watched his precious dessert be slowly consumed by the rest of the Shinigamis

*sigh* "Why was I summoned today?"

"Ahh, yes, down to business." Watari flitted over to the light switch, poked a few buttons, and the slide projector whirred as the overhead lights dimmed. "Yes, this is the beautiful Tokyo skyline, where there have been remarkable disturbances in the magical grid."

"Watari, your hair is blocking the slide projector."

"Gomenasai, Tatsumi-san."

Tsuzuki tore his eyes away from the empty Cinnabon container. "Tokyo? Magical grid? That hasn't been disturbed since the Sumeragi clan took control thirteen generations ago. That's even before my time. ^_^" He chuckled at his own joke, then sobered when Hisoka glared softly at him.

"Sou desu ne. I don't know if you know this, but recently the Battle of the Apocalypse took place."

Hisoka dropped his chosticks. "Eh? You mean like in the prophecies?"

Tsuzuki grinned again. "Well, we're still here, so I guess that means the Ten no Ryuu won. I was wondering why the sweets had gotten so much better" Hisoka smacked him, hard. "*chibi-face* Owww"

Watari brushed a lock of his hair out of his face, then continued. "Because of the immense spiritual instabilities surrounding Tokyo after the destruction of many of the Tokyo's Kekkai, we haven't been able to get anyone into the city. Now that some time has passed, the Kekkai's have stabilized enough to let us in, so we're sending the two of you to investigate why exactly the magic in Tokyo is shifting."

Tsuzuki's amethyst eyes had shifted into a thoughtful stare, and his lips were turned downwards into a frown. "Ennnhhh The Promised Day comes, we can't enter Tokyo for a few months because of the Kekkai and now the magical grid is imbalanced? Don't suppose that's a coincidence"

Tatsumi shook his head. "It is probably quite likely that the two events are connected. It was rumored, though never confirmed, that the 13th head of the onmyoujitsu, Sumeragi Subaru, was a Seal."

Hisoka's jaw dropped. "A Seal? The onmyouji? Wow His powers must be" his voice trailed off. Tsuzuki looked at his partner quizzically, but the youth was lost in thought.

The Chief spoke, his voice raspy in the dim light. "I know that Tokyo isn't your normal area of operations, but unfortunately we can't risk sending in someone who can't take care of himself. Only you, Tsuzuki, and Hisoka are potent enough to be able to deal with whatever comes as a result of the magic. Dismissed." Watari flipped on the lights again, and Hisoka stirred in his chair. He got up, walked towards the door with one hand in his jeans pocket.

Tsuzuki loosened his rumpled tie some more, got up and turned to leave. " *sweatdrop* I almost forgot!! What's our spending cap? *chibi-face begs*"

"Ahhh, Tsuzuki-kun, do you ever think of anything else? ^^;;" Tatsumi looked amused. "Since it is the capital" Tsuzuki's face rose; he began to float a little off of the ground. " and since you and Hisoka were specifically chosen for this one" The purple eyes grew hungry. "Use your best judgment for food cost" Tsuzuki sparkled and grabbed Tatsumi's hand.

"Arigatou, arigatou, arigatou!!!!" *squeeee*

"I was talking to Hisoka, Tsuzuki. It's time we started giving him more responsibilities."

*falls over* "Aieee *sigh* Ok. We're off then." Tsuzuki couldn't conceal his disappointment. At least they were going to the capital. ^_^.The two shinigami faded from the office, and shifted into the corporeal world.

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Tokyo Station: 11:37 A.M.

Sumeragi Subaru stepped off of the train lightly, the white coat billowing out around him and a pair of dark sunglasses hiding his mismatched eyes. He took a sniff of the city air, decided that it was much better in Tokyo that out in the countryside. To him, there was a refreshing anonymity to the masses of people that surrounded him. Little did they know of the brush with power that they had seen, the locus of energies that they had only heard of in their dreams. Out in the countryside, where he conducted himself as the 13th head of the Sumeragi clan, there was isolation, yes, but also loneliness. He preferred to be around people rather than isolated, something he would never have dreamed of two months ago.

Two months ago. Does it even require explaining? Sakurazuka Seishirou, the only person outside of his family that he had ever loved, committed suicide through the bastardization of Subaru's own wish. It was cruel and loving and everything that Subaru had ever wanted but never admitted to himself. It wasn't enough that Seishirou could tell Subaru those three words.

Kamui. As a person dies, is what they say actually the truth? Even now, I don't know, because I can't ask anymore.

You had to die, Seishirou, I understand that now. I didn't kill you, but you died by my hand. And with the death of your body, came the life of my spirit. The blossom star, the mark of your hate, of your love, of your devotion, of my blind attachment to that thing you called "the bet" but what I saw as love, still remains. No, Sei-chan, I didn't kill you. You chose that moment to leave, to leave me.

I buried you in Ueno park, underneath the Sakura. I guess that means I'm special, that I knew where the tree was. I can feel the change in me, the knowledge that I am someone different. Kamui thought that I was blindly following your lead, seeking only to fulfill my destiny in your path, dissolving in a blur of sakura with nothing but the flip of an ofuda to mark my passing. But now Kamui is dead and I am here.

But I am not you, Sei-chan. I am the Sakaruzakamori, yes, but I am also the Sumeragi. Something that not even you could have anticipated.

Subaru reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette. He wasn't looking forward, as was his wont, and he held out the cigarette in front of him, as he always did, expecting someone to light it for him. As always, no one did, and he lit it himself. Looking at his blurred reflected in the glass window of a building, he almost imagined that he was Seishirou. But no the head returned to the fetal position and he walked on, anonymous and isolated.

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