Disclaimer: X and Yami no Matsuei aren't mine.
[Note: I could find no possible way for the TB and Yami universes to crossover timewise. But I was unable to do s. * sighs * Please accept this weird crossover (my first). I humbly submit this to you and please have lots of fun with it.
Dedicated to you Ann, Adri, Hikaru, Rhole and MD. I hope it will be to your liking and worthy of your tastes.]
When one watches another person, does it count as voyeurism or a simple glance prolonged? Is it reality on a platter or a mirage colored by beautiful fire? Pulled by attraction to that object which want shouldn't warrant, finding yourself engulfed before you even began to think of the next move for an unending game of chess?
Make a move. Step forward. Regret that you had wanted to play in the first place.
But when all emotion is erased, does that eradicate your existence as a human?
For aren't hatred and love the same damned feeling?
Kimi no youni... (Like you...)
By miyamoto yui
Prologue - under the moonlight and smoke.
It was a cold, winter night...
In some dimly lit park within the heart of Tokyo, almost near Rainbow Bridge, there was a man who sat on a hill and his trenchcoat fell upon the grass as quietly as if a small animal had been crawling around. With his legs spread out, he put his hands on his knees. Looking around nonchalantly, the man began to grow bored by the time midnight fell upon the city of destruction.
Taking off his suspicious shades, he took a cigarette out of his jacket pocket and lit it up. After taking a puff, he kept the stick between his fingers as he noticed a boy walking down by the railing covering the boundary of the lake of the park.
The boy, who was wearing a jean jacket with ripped jeans seemed troubled as he touched the railing before him. His head turned from side to side slowly in confusion trying to find something through the darkness. Trying to make out a language that was maybe only etched in the air around him.
The man with the cigarette tilted his head and took another puff, uncompassionate and unmoving. The speck of blood on his glove gave an extra flavor to the cigarette and he always enjoyed it.
Unaware of the man on the hill, the boy began to chant something that only the man could hear. The boy chanted almost as if he was talking to someone or something in front of him.
"Interesting. There's something different to watch for a change," the man whispered to himself amused with slight interest in his tone as he took off his shades and placed them in his jacket pocket. "Maybe this will entertain me for a while."
At that moment, the boy's face turned directly in the man's direction. The boy looked at him and eyed him curiously.
"Beautiful," the man commented to himself with the cigarette being seductively taken from his mouth as if he were already tasting an exotic flavor at that very moment.
The boy's eyes became wide with concern at the man on the hill whom he thought was just taking comfort in the quiet of the night. "Sir, I must ask you to leave. There is some kind of danger here."
"Oh?" the man got up with raised eyebrow, but neither with interest or alarm in his action or tone.
Instead of heeding to the warning of the boy, the man smiled and walked towards the boy instead.
"What seems to be the problem?" the man, who was hiding by the shadows of the trees, asked as he slightly tilted his head like an actor in a Noh play to give expression to his mask.
"An investigation must be set up here," the boy politely said as best as he could. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience."
"Ah, okay," the man nonchalantly answered as he turned around while standing in his place. "Thank you for the tip. But, may I ask what is your name?"
"Shinyu Namiya," the boy answered without blinking an eye.
The man nodded and smirked knowingly. Dropping his cigarette, he smashed it under his shoe. "I see."
The boy just nodded his head not really caring inside whether or not the man answered, but he couldn't help but not feel anything towards the man. Strangely, the man gave no sense of his aura, and he couldn't understand if it was out of experience or was it weak.
All the boy could do was wait for his other companions to show up after setting up.
The man put his hands into his pockets, and then, he walked away with his elegant air about him.
"What a strange man."
Before his friends got to him, the boy heard the same voice of the man say, "You shouldn't have lied to me..."
At that moment, the boy then found the man gone.
"Hisoka!" had called from one side while still a little distance off.
"Hmm?" Hisoka turned around as the wind blew wildly while he heard laughter.
He kneeled to the ground as he picked up one of the objects floating around.
Twirling and feeling the soft material between his fingers, Hisoka blinked his eyes as he suspiciously mumbled, "Sakura..."
With the moon shining behind him as he stood tall on a building overlooking Hisoka's fair silhouette, the man with the black trenchcoat smirked to himself. Again, he took out a cigarette as if on a high with devilish eyes and passions running through his calm demeanor.
Under his mask, he brought the cigarette to his lips and blew out steadily, yet pleased with another figure to become acquainted with.
"I've always loved boys like him..." he commented while seething through his teeth as he thought of the little boy he had fallen in love beneath the sakura tree long ago...
"Just like you, Subaru-kun."
tsuzuku...
--
Author's note: And let the games begin.
[Note: I could find no possible way for the TB and Yami universes to crossover timewise. But I was unable to do s. * sighs * Please accept this weird crossover (my first). I humbly submit this to you and please have lots of fun with it.
Dedicated to you Ann, Adri, Hikaru, Rhole and MD. I hope it will be to your liking and worthy of your tastes.]
When one watches another person, does it count as voyeurism or a simple glance prolonged? Is it reality on a platter or a mirage colored by beautiful fire? Pulled by attraction to that object which want shouldn't warrant, finding yourself engulfed before you even began to think of the next move for an unending game of chess?
Make a move. Step forward. Regret that you had wanted to play in the first place.
But when all emotion is erased, does that eradicate your existence as a human?
For aren't hatred and love the same damned feeling?
Kimi no youni... (Like you...)
By miyamoto yui
Prologue - under the moonlight and smoke.
It was a cold, winter night...
In some dimly lit park within the heart of Tokyo, almost near Rainbow Bridge, there was a man who sat on a hill and his trenchcoat fell upon the grass as quietly as if a small animal had been crawling around. With his legs spread out, he put his hands on his knees. Looking around nonchalantly, the man began to grow bored by the time midnight fell upon the city of destruction.
Taking off his suspicious shades, he took a cigarette out of his jacket pocket and lit it up. After taking a puff, he kept the stick between his fingers as he noticed a boy walking down by the railing covering the boundary of the lake of the park.
The boy, who was wearing a jean jacket with ripped jeans seemed troubled as he touched the railing before him. His head turned from side to side slowly in confusion trying to find something through the darkness. Trying to make out a language that was maybe only etched in the air around him.
The man with the cigarette tilted his head and took another puff, uncompassionate and unmoving. The speck of blood on his glove gave an extra flavor to the cigarette and he always enjoyed it.
Unaware of the man on the hill, the boy began to chant something that only the man could hear. The boy chanted almost as if he was talking to someone or something in front of him.
"Interesting. There's something different to watch for a change," the man whispered to himself amused with slight interest in his tone as he took off his shades and placed them in his jacket pocket. "Maybe this will entertain me for a while."
At that moment, the boy's face turned directly in the man's direction. The boy looked at him and eyed him curiously.
"Beautiful," the man commented to himself with the cigarette being seductively taken from his mouth as if he were already tasting an exotic flavor at that very moment.
The boy's eyes became wide with concern at the man on the hill whom he thought was just taking comfort in the quiet of the night. "Sir, I must ask you to leave. There is some kind of danger here."
"Oh?" the man got up with raised eyebrow, but neither with interest or alarm in his action or tone.
Instead of heeding to the warning of the boy, the man smiled and walked towards the boy instead.
"What seems to be the problem?" the man, who was hiding by the shadows of the trees, asked as he slightly tilted his head like an actor in a Noh play to give expression to his mask.
"An investigation must be set up here," the boy politely said as best as he could. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience."
"Ah, okay," the man nonchalantly answered as he turned around while standing in his place. "Thank you for the tip. But, may I ask what is your name?"
"Shinyu Namiya," the boy answered without blinking an eye.
The man nodded and smirked knowingly. Dropping his cigarette, he smashed it under his shoe. "I see."
The boy just nodded his head not really caring inside whether or not the man answered, but he couldn't help but not feel anything towards the man. Strangely, the man gave no sense of his aura, and he couldn't understand if it was out of experience or was it weak.
All the boy could do was wait for his other companions to show up after setting up.
The man put his hands into his pockets, and then, he walked away with his elegant air about him.
"What a strange man."
Before his friends got to him, the boy heard the same voice of the man say, "You shouldn't have lied to me..."
At that moment, the boy then found the man gone.
"Hisoka!" had called from one side while still a little distance off.
"Hmm?" Hisoka turned around as the wind blew wildly while he heard laughter.
He kneeled to the ground as he picked up one of the objects floating around.
Twirling and feeling the soft material between his fingers, Hisoka blinked his eyes as he suspiciously mumbled, "Sakura..."
With the moon shining behind him as he stood tall on a building overlooking Hisoka's fair silhouette, the man with the black trenchcoat smirked to himself. Again, he took out a cigarette as if on a high with devilish eyes and passions running through his calm demeanor.
Under his mask, he brought the cigarette to his lips and blew out steadily, yet pleased with another figure to become acquainted with.
"I've always loved boys like him..." he commented while seething through his teeth as he thought of the little boy he had fallen in love beneath the sakura tree long ago...
"Just like you, Subaru-kun."
tsuzuku...
--
Author's note: And let the games begin.