Disclaimer: I don't X. CLAMP does…and someday, I will take over the CLAMP Empire! OHOHOHO—*is dragged into the shadows by an ominous X-esque man-in-black*
Warnings: Let's see…AU, Sei x Sub (so I guess all you informed X fans understand that this has *flashing red lights* YOAI/SHOUNEN-AI/HOMOSEXUALITY!!! *end flashing red lights*), Sub x Kam (once again… this fic has *flashing red lights* YOAI/SHOUNEN-AI/HOMOSEXUALITY!!! *end flashing red lights*), and maybe some Sei x Fuu for good measure, Hokuto-chan living, creepy child Kamui, and that's all I can think of right now.
Author's Notes: I bet I won't update as much as I should…^^;; but without further ado.
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Because You Existed…
By SS
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Prologue – Fateful Intervention
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Cause and effect...the passage of events occurs before we can ever assess the true repercussion of the choices we make and the paths we follow. Destiny weighs heavily over our heads, looming and immovable, yet the effects of our actions remain. A new path blazes before us, leading to the same un-alterable destiny that surpasses all other destinies: the destiny of the world.
The life of a young child should be filled with bliss. Fate, fickle creature that she is, would rarely agree to that. There are those that she loves…the special individuals that she pays a close attention to. They are not only the exalted ones, but also the miserable ones. Some of her chosen can suffer beyond words in thousands of ways.
One of these few chosen, Shirou Kamui, would face Fate head on and even defeat her. In every time, in every path, his suffering would be endless…
…but he would never be alone.
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Shirou Kamui was a boy of six. In his short life, he had been forced to become aware of many terrible things. He had seen pain and suffering in the eyes of innocents. He had felt the ache of loneliness that weighs upon the heart so heavily that one knows that each morning will fail to bring comfort, just as all the others. He had shed tears for hours over the things he wished for, the things he wanted, the things that he had once had, and the things he knew he never could have.
Thus, walking home from school, in the town that he had been reluctantly calling home for the past few months, he couldn't help but let his spirits drop to a deep state of melancholy. He clutched his lunchbox in his hands, wringing the little plastic handle with his miniature fingers. He knew that he was smaller than most boys his age. He knew he had no defenses against most of the boys that lived in his home town. He loved his mother with all his heart, but as a group of boys crawled out from their clever hiding spaces, he wished more than anything that he had never left Tokyo and the people who loved and cared for him.
They scurried around crates and popped out of alleyways, making their way towards the small, delicate boy who clutched his lunchbox as if it could somehow magically protect him from what was to come. His tiny feet shuffled backwards slowly and carefully as if his miniscule movements would go unnoticed by his assailants. As his back slammed into the chest of a boy that he recognized from school, he couldn't do anything to control a frightened shiver.
"Look who it is…little baby Kamui, the freak." The boy smirked, shoving Kamui into the center of the circle of bullies that had formed around them. "I heard about what you did to my friend on the playground the other day. He's pretty messed up Shirou-kun…"
"I didn't m-mean to. I-it was an accident." The words fumbled as they fell awkwardly from his lips.
"Hmm, an accident? They had to call an ambulance for what you did to him. I saw it all, Shirou-kun." He stepped closer to the boy, grasping his small pointed chin roughly in between his thumb and index finger. "You used your freak powers on him. Nobody wants you around Shirou-kun, so me and my pals are gonna make sure you never show you face around here again…"
Kamui pressed his eyes tightly, preparing for the worst. One by one they fell upon him, cautiously at first, hitting him with chains and boards across his arms and back, but as their victim held back his cries of pain, they decided to be more daring. Their leader drew up close to the boy, grasping a rusted pipe tightly in his hand. For a single moment all assaults stopped. Throw off by the sudden calm, Kamui opened his eyes just in time to see the pipe come crashing down upon his skull.
At first, the boys laughed as their schoolmate collapsed to the ground, but it took only a moment of eerie stillness and oozing blood to see that something had gone terrible wrong. They panicked, whispering amongst themselves where the blame lay and what to do about the situation at hand. Their leader tossed the now bloody pipe aside, trying to rid himself of any evidence of the deed. "We...we have to get rid of the body. No one is to talk about this again, understand?"
The boys all nodded, following their leader's commands. Together, they lifted the boy's body, hauling him over to one of the piers and tossing him into a small wooden boat. A few of the boys ran over to the other side of the dock, ill from the sight of the blood. Their leader, however, remained unwavering in his need to get rid of the evidence. He went over to the mooring, knocking the knotted rope off of its perch. With a grin of satisfaction, he watched as the boat began to drift away.
At the age of six, Kamui Shirou had already witnessed the worst of human nature…
Violet eyes glowed golden as the boy rose to his feet on the unsteady floor of the boat. The golden orbs were unfocused, and yet they portrayed their exact intent to the young boys who stood terrified and still at the sight before them. The young boy, smallest in their school, raised his hand up to them. Somehow, even though he was far away, his presence was full as that of a mighty dragon, for that was the spirit that filled him at the moment: the all-powerful Dragon of Earth, executioner of the plague of humankind. The attack came, silent and deadly, with all the force of anger and violence that the boys had showed him. Their screams echoed in the air as the pier collapsed. Their frail, burnt bodies lay scattered across the docks and floating in the shallow water among the piles of wooden debris.
The Kamui closed his eyes, falling back into the boat, which drifted on silently through the night.
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Author's Notes Part II: Eep! Yeah that was terrible writing, ne? It'll get better, I assure you. Review please!