Author's Notes: What can I say? I adore 'Tokyo Babylon' – especially guess who? And listening to a lecture about Tokyo did the rest. What strange paths a mind can walk down sometimes, hm? ^*^ This is an answer – sort of – to "Sakurazukamori".

Disclaimer: Come on, if anyone really believes any thing or person from "X" or "Tokyo Babylon" belonged to me, it'd be the first thing I knew. Alas, *sighs sadly* it was not meant to be. They still belong to CLAMP and their associates. *mutters* Damn!!

                                                 Game Over

                                                 by Hotaru Muraki

                                       Beneath that sakura tree

                                       The bet has been won.

                                       And yet. . . Why do I query

                                       What I have done ?

                                                                     Cherry–tree, cherry–tree

                                                                     Blooming in the park –

                                                                     What. . . What will you see ?

                                       One. . . Yes, one is here

                                       Who should not be

                                       To save the one most dear.

                                       . . . Tear him away from me ?

                                                                     Cherry–tree, cherry–tree

                                                                     Standing in the dark –

                                                                     What. . . ! What do you see ?

                                       He is mine, always was,

                                       And forevermore will be.

                                       – Why do you fight a cause

                                       Already lost to the tree ?

                                                                     Cherry–tree, cherry–tree

                                                                     Leaving bright your mark –

                                                                     What. . . ? What did you see ?

                                       Softly blooming trees

                                       Dripping sorrow in the rain;

                                       A life was washed away.

                                       There. And gone again. . .

Note 1: For the stanzas in italics please imagine something like those count-through nursery rhymes we have all sung as children. Imagine little children doing those lines in a sing-song sort of voice while playing some game.

Note 2: Picture them off to some side, oblivious to what's going on, intent on playing their game. (They are, naturally, outside the Sakurazukamori's maboroshi. Only their song echoes somewhat ghostly inside.)