Disclaimer: I do not own X. CLAMP does. I'd love to have Subaru's kekkai though—it's already a star. *is shot*

Author's Notes: Second chapter! :B This is where the OOCness begins! Bwahahahahaha!

Events in a Rainstorm

Written by wiredGIRL, July 7, 2003

Chapter Two

This night was turning out to be quite hellish for Kamui. Aside from a storm and the incident without his pants, now formerly-Fuuma was there.

Fuuma's hand dropped back to his side and he casually waltzed over to Kamui. He wore his typical sadistic grin and a stylish outfit that was a mystery as to where he got it. Kamui watched the older boy's smirking face, petrified. Something bad was definitely going to happen. Subaru watched intently, a slightly cross look on his face, locking his eyes on Fuuma as he drew nearer to Kamui.

The young Seal noticed that the Angel was completely dry. Not a drop of water was to be seen on his body. Kamui tried not to think about it though; if he was caught staring at Fuuma's body, even with such innocent intent, well, there would be a lot of hell to pay.

As Fuuma reached the shorter boy, he halted in his footsteps and stood tall. Grin still elegantly pasted onto his face.

"This ought to be fun." He smiled out the words in a deep, liquid, slightly mischievous voice.

"Fu...Fuuma—" Kamui's quiet protest was silenced immediately by strong, to-be-expected fingers grasping his throat and pulling the boy violently against the chest of their owner.

The Seal could only stare up into his former friend's eyes, on the verge of tears, as usual.

Fuuma made a short, amused noise, and pulled the boy up so their faces were a little closer, while spouting his typical "I am 'Kamui!'" nonsense.

To everyone's surprise, the next words out of the fiend's mouth were, "You're wet." A towel, seemingly out of no where (but Fuuma had been carrying it with him in his left arm), was whipped over Kamui's head and rustled a little in a not-very-interested attempt to dry the boy's sopping-wet hair.

"Leave Kamui alone!" Subaru shouted, a serious and somewhat deadly expression on his face. He had run over to the others as fast as he could.

A short 'heh' sounded from the owner of the towel and although he did not move his face from Kamui's, his eyes flitted to the man who had commanded him to set his plaything down.

"Suba—" Kamui started, and of course, was silenced once more. Fuuma had forced his mouth shut by firmly pressing the boy's chin up with his thumb. He eventually turned his gaze back down to his prey's frightened eyes, and pushed his face even closer, to within an inch of the other's. The Angel casually ran the thumb that had quieted the boy over his quivering lower lip and said lowly, "Dry off."

And with that, he threw the boy down and turned his attention fully to the man in the white trench coat.

Oh, this had been proving to be quite a good time for the Dragon of Earth, and playing with someone new would also be entertaining. He stood still, sizing up his opponent.

Fuuma had kept on his usual grin, but his brow creased slightly and the corner of his mouth dropped in disdain and he let out a short, contemptuous "che." *

Kamui could see the displeasure at seeing Subaru's determined face, but could not put his finger on why he would be so unhappy with the man.

"You." Fuuma began, his voice deep as usual but with a hint of something that only his twin star could label as jealousy... well, was it jealousy? Fuuma seemed angrier now, like he might seriously hurt Subaru. He took a step towards the man and decided to finish his thought.

"You saw him with his pants down."

The whole ordeal became a whole lot worse for the owner of said pants.

Subaru's eyes widened as he blinked. What was that about? It had been an accident! He looked over at Kamui, confused. The boy had his face buried in the towel, he was so embarrassed, the poor thing. Subaru turned his head back just in time to spy the blast of energy Fuuma had sent at him, and jumped up to dodge it.

"Fuuma!!" Kamui's cries were muffled by the towel. Oh, things were so unfair! Life was unfair!

Fuuma attacked repeatedly. Subaru dodged repeatedly. It was quite difficult though; the onmyouji was also still soaked, so he struggled to rip his trench coat off; it was a lot heavier when it was wet. He managed to succeed just in time to skitter out of the way of another blast.

"Stop... Fuuma...!" Kamui cried out again, lifting his still blushing face out of the towel.

Fuuma looked over, irritated. He flung a much smaller blast in the sobbing boy's direction, and it sent him tumbling along with the towel.

Subaru saw this and threw spells angrily at Fuuma. They hit home.

The fiend glared dangerously back at the onmyouji and moved a hand to the wound on his arm.

"Your friend might not be too happy with me," the Angel said with an amused smirk, "I'm tempted to kill you."

Friend? Subaru thought for a second. Of course, his friends wouldn't be too happy if he died, he supposed. But they already weren't happy with Fuuma. Wait, Seishirou, perhaps? Friend? Oh well, no time to think about that. Dodge.

The poor man was getting worn out; there was no where to hide from the blasts anymore. The air conditioning ducts and other parts of the roof had been blown away to tumble off the edge of the building, and there were small piles of rubble all over. Subaru had been hit a few times, and was bleeding and clutching at his shoulder. Kamui wept helplessly off to the side.

The older Seal had been standing still for a while, trying to catch his breath. Fuuma decided to allow this bit of rest and turned his attention to his main prey. He strolled casually over, and Kamui struggled to his feat. He threw a weak punch at the older boy's chest, which hit, but had no effect. Kamui beat him again with the other fist, but again it did not move the Angel. Hopeless, he let his hands drop back to his sides and he fell to his knees.

"Don't kill him..." Kamui managed out weakly.

Fuuma wore a sneering expression and replied shortly, "he'll be dead quickly," and turned away from the teary-eyed boy who still had the towel hanging loosely around his neck.

The final blast was thrown with careful consideration, and the final dodge was executed poorly, and did not save one hundred percent of Subaru. He collapsed into a pile of broken bricks.

Kamui cried out helplessly.

Fuuma seemed quite satisfied although he knew that Subaru was not dead. He walked slowly back to Kamui, who sat, looking up with a frightened face, lip quivering. He clamped both hands firmly onto the boy's shoulders and brought him rudely to his feet. Fuuma looked pointedly at the towel.

Kamui suppressed his tears, made a small, submitting noise, and weakly ruffled his hair with the towel as best he could. It seemed to please his twin star greatly.

The Angel stood back a little, sizing up the Seal as he attempted to dry his hair, and noted he was still sopping. This didn't please him quite so much.

Kamui, meanwhile, couldn't stop thinking about Subaru—he was probably falling unconscious by now, and he wished so desperately for the kekkai not to break. Wish. The word flitted through his mind. Since it was his primary wish at the time, Fuuma could not ignore it. He sighed, annoyed, and trudged over to the fallen Sumeragi. He poked his body with a foot, and told him gruffly to bring down the kekkai. Weakly, Subaru brought his hands out and called it down. The building was once again fine.

Fuuma paid no more attention to the injured man, who had then given up consciousness. All focus was upon his little plaything, who gratefully rubbed at his hair (still?) with the towel.

Mildly irritated by Kamui's interest in his hair, he whipped the hands away from his head. The Seal looked up quizzically still holding the towel, but whatever questions he had were answered in good time.

Fuuma bent down in front of the boy, who blinked, still confused and a little afraid. Fuuma seemed frustrated with him, and he really didn't want to make him too angry after what had happened to Subaru.

With a smirk, the Angel ripped down the Seal's still-wet pants.

Kamui's face went even redder than it had been when Subaru had walked in on him. It had become a lot colder all of a sudden. The boy whimpered, more helpless than ever, and could do nothing but stand there and let the other stare at him (with much glee, one might add).

Incredibly embarrassed, Kamui finally got the nerve and dropped his hands down in front of him and fumbled to get the towel around himself.

Fuuma pouted at the action. He should have thrown that troublesome towel to the ground. Nevertheless, his fun had been had. With a smile he stood up, still looking down at the poor boy's bare, shaking legs, and walked off.

Kamui stumbled forward as best he could with his pants still around his ankles. When he reached Subaru he dropped to his knees and woke the man up. They made it home alive, but shattered.

Not one kekkai was broken, and nobody was dead. Subaru's recovery was quick, and no one questioned a towel around a flying boy's waist as they jumped their way home.

But despite that...

It was definitely the worst night of the Battle.

Final Notes

* 'Che' if you don't know, is a Japanese interjection meaning basically "damn." But for some reason, I really can't imagine Fuuma saying that, so I left it as the Japanese word.