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The wind whipped at his hair, blocking his view of the person whose expression he most wanted to see. The sky was growing darker, clouds obscuring the sunlight. The park was almost empty, save for himself and Seishirou. Subaru closed his eyes, willing Seishirou to say a word, anything.
Yet, all remained eerily silent. There was not even a slight movement from Seishirou to show that he had heard the heartfelt words of Subaru. Subaru could hardly believed that he had the guts to say what had been hidden in his heart for so long. Yet, reality was setting in, it was no dream. He HAD spoken those words.
"Kill me. Yes, you've heard me. You know that's my wish. To die at your hands. Must you torture me so? Make me wait for an eternity to be happy? Does it surprise you? Make you think deeper than you can ever imagine? For some perverse reason I can't imagine, it might even make you happy that my fate lies in your hands.
Questions that can never be answered, because you'll never take my words seriously, never take me seriously. I'm just a game, something to pass the time, suppress the boredom. Do I sound bitter? Of course. That's because I am.
You're the hunter, I'm the prey. The hunter loves, craves, needs... wants the chase. The prey can only keep on running. That's the way it has been for centuries, and that's the way it will continue to be.
I'm tired of running. Tired of playing the game which has no rules, the only rules are those you make up at the spur of the moment to see my panic and my fear. Tired of life without you by my side.
That will surprise you. I've watched you, unbeknown to you, I enjoyed the chase. It meant that I was something to you. Will you at least grant that wish? If you cannot kill me, then love me instead. Life is meaningless without your loved ones by your side...
I'm not the innocent person you think I am. I've seen the worst and best side of you. Nothing can surprise me anymore. Simply because I've been shocked by your murderous deeds, yet touched by the softness of your hands when you caress my cheek. You may have kept silent, but I believe that your touch spoke volumes even when you failed to say a word.
The influence you've had on my life, the changes in me, as the seasons pass by, I find myself reflecting your thoughts and words. No, not becoming you, but understanding you. The reasons for your motivations.
I'm not being naive, I know you better than you know yourself. You may scoff at my words, laugh hysterically. But do me this little favour, look into your heart and you'll realize the truth. I'm more than a thing to you. From that day we met, we were destined to hate each other. At the same time, destined to love each other."
The memories of his words engulfed Subaru again. Waiting was an agony. At least Seishirou had not fled. Was he and Seishirou no better than chessmen, moved by an unseen power? Yes, the future was pre-destined, but Subaru firmly believed that destiny could be changed. The living proof was of Kamui's own decision, and the consequences the poor boy had to bear.
He hung his head, he was never going to get a reaction from the man who's heart was cold as ice. Before he could turn around and leave, Seishirou placed a hand around his clenched fingers, and opened his mouth in response to Subaru's words.....................
-end- or is it?
Note: if I do get reviews for this, I may consider writing on, instead of it being a one shot like I planned. Who know? I might even write the thoughts of Seishirou and what he said to Subaru.
The wind whipped at his hair, blocking his view of the person whose expression he most wanted to see. The sky was growing darker, clouds obscuring the sunlight. The park was almost empty, save for himself and Seishirou. Subaru closed his eyes, willing Seishirou to say a word, anything.
Yet, all remained eerily silent. There was not even a slight movement from Seishirou to show that he had heard the heartfelt words of Subaru. Subaru could hardly believed that he had the guts to say what had been hidden in his heart for so long. Yet, reality was setting in, it was no dream. He HAD spoken those words.
"Kill me. Yes, you've heard me. You know that's my wish. To die at your hands. Must you torture me so? Make me wait for an eternity to be happy? Does it surprise you? Make you think deeper than you can ever imagine? For some perverse reason I can't imagine, it might even make you happy that my fate lies in your hands.
Questions that can never be answered, because you'll never take my words seriously, never take me seriously. I'm just a game, something to pass the time, suppress the boredom. Do I sound bitter? Of course. That's because I am.
You're the hunter, I'm the prey. The hunter loves, craves, needs... wants the chase. The prey can only keep on running. That's the way it has been for centuries, and that's the way it will continue to be.
I'm tired of running. Tired of playing the game which has no rules, the only rules are those you make up at the spur of the moment to see my panic and my fear. Tired of life without you by my side.
That will surprise you. I've watched you, unbeknown to you, I enjoyed the chase. It meant that I was something to you. Will you at least grant that wish? If you cannot kill me, then love me instead. Life is meaningless without your loved ones by your side...
I'm not the innocent person you think I am. I've seen the worst and best side of you. Nothing can surprise me anymore. Simply because I've been shocked by your murderous deeds, yet touched by the softness of your hands when you caress my cheek. You may have kept silent, but I believe that your touch spoke volumes even when you failed to say a word.
The influence you've had on my life, the changes in me, as the seasons pass by, I find myself reflecting your thoughts and words. No, not becoming you, but understanding you. The reasons for your motivations.
I'm not being naive, I know you better than you know yourself. You may scoff at my words, laugh hysterically. But do me this little favour, look into your heart and you'll realize the truth. I'm more than a thing to you. From that day we met, we were destined to hate each other. At the same time, destined to love each other."
The memories of his words engulfed Subaru again. Waiting was an agony. At least Seishirou had not fled. Was he and Seishirou no better than chessmen, moved by an unseen power? Yes, the future was pre-destined, but Subaru firmly believed that destiny could be changed. The living proof was of Kamui's own decision, and the consequences the poor boy had to bear.
He hung his head, he was never going to get a reaction from the man who's heart was cold as ice. Before he could turn around and leave, Seishirou placed a hand around his clenched fingers, and opened his mouth in response to Subaru's words.....................
-end- or is it?
Note: if I do get reviews for this, I may consider writing on, instead of it being a one shot like I planned. Who know? I might even write the thoughts of Seishirou and what he said to Subaru.