Entrapment
#9
Kamui POV*
'How long has it been since we have begun our "physical relationship"? A few months, yes? It feels like years, Fuuma. Subaru has been appearing now and then, and Seishirou had too. Where are you, my angel?' I feel neglected already.
I looked down from the balcony of the old apartment that was now so familiar. Fuuma had been gone for five days, and I was a bit lonely without him. I felt as if a part of me was missing. And that part felt cold and empty. I smiled as I thought of what scolding Fuuma was going to get when he came back. If he came back. I sighed and looked down again, and spotted Seishirou's face. He smiled and waved at me, and then in less than a second's notice had his arms around me. "Seishirou-san." He smiled against my neck, and he brought his lips close to my ear. "So.wondering about your beautiful Fuuma, eh?" he whispered, his hand snaking into the denim jacket I was wearing. "Seishirou-san.what.would.Subaru.say?" I moaned as his finger grazed against sensitive spots. "That's the problem, chere. He is with Subaru. So I have the right to be with you." I pulled away from him. "Who?" I asked. He smiled at me. "My, my.you're a dense little boy. You'll know sooner or later." I scowled. "Tell me." He smirked at me. "Not until you make love to me." I stiffened. "Why?" "It appears to me that your.darling.has been making love to my darling, and so, this is my sort of pay-back." I scoffed. "What are you saying?" Seishirou's lips seemed to move away from my neck, his tongue pressing down his collar, licking. "Seishirou." I moaned in ecstasy, but I pulled away from him. He stood his ground and he smiled. "So, Kamui-kun.what do you say?"
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I woke up with arms curled around me, one around my waist, and the other one around my arm, fingers entangled with mine. My back was to him, feeling his gentle breathing at my ear. The night was still young; in fact, the sun had just set. I was in my usual pallor, my hunger for blood still weak. I gently pulled myself out of his grasp, and I turned and looked at his face. He looked so much.like.so much like Fuuma. So much it was scary. Yet the name I was screaming yesterday night was not Fuuma's. I had 'made love' to my maker's maker, in other words, my 'grandfather'. It felt strange, and his flesh was so hard, but it was warm. Perhaps he had just fed.
His hair was dark, like Fuuma's. His skin is pale, like Fuuma's. His eyes were open then, staring at me. And he mouthed the word 'Kamui'. His eyes were also golden, I noted. Like honey. He reached up and pulled me down, against his chest. I was silent, I made no protest, and I could hear his heart beating. So slow.so comforting. "Seishirou." I whispered as I brought his wrist upon my lips. I looked to him for permission, and he nodded. I bit into that hard skin, drawing the warm blood that pumped beneath. His blood was awfully sweet, sweeter than honey or any sweet, like Fuuma's. It tasted somewhat different, however. It was more powerful; it pumped into my mouth at a faster rate, more pictures flashed across my eyes. It was.better.
I pulled away when I had enough. A stray trail of blood dripped from my lips, and that was quickly gone with Seishirou's fast kisses. "How was it?" He asked, his golden eyes seeming to pierce my very soul. "Good," I laughed. He smirked. I then heard a different heart beat. It wasn't any mortal. I could sense the person. No, it was definitely not mortal. It wasn't Seishirou. I would know. Seishirou seemed to have heard it too, and he quickly got off the bed and changed. "Seishi-" I began, he gestured for me to keep silent. "It's Fuuma." My heart quickened. Fuuma. He came back. For me? Or is it just to pack his bags and move over to Subaru's apartment? I frowned at the thought.
Footsteps seemed to race up the stairs, and I looked at the door as Seishirou got on his trench coat. "Kamui!" Fuuma's cheerful face appeared at the door. I looked back to see that Seishirou had disappeared. "Seishirou was here just now, wasn't he?" he whispered, moving over to the bed. Damn.I was still sore from last night.
"Kamui, are you alright? And what did Seishirou want?" I smiled. "He was looking for you." I thought I saw a flash of guilt. "Really." He got underneath the covers and put his arm around me. "So.what have you been doing while I was gone?" I smiled again. "I'm not telling you." I felt like I was going to die. I was lying to my beloved! How sinful could I get? I kept my thoughts closed in any case he pried. "Are you leaving again?" I asked him as he placed a kiss on my forehead. "No," he answered. "Why?" I smiled. "No reason. I just missed you." He nodded and draped his arms around me. I suddenly felt so safe and warm. It felt so good to be in familiar arms. "Kamui," He said softly. "Aren't you hungry?" My heart quickened again. Damn.if he noticed.
"Kamui, why are you so tense?" He asked, and he watched me stammer off bed and off to the bathroom. "No reason! And I am, hungry, oh starving! I just woke up, and I'm going to bathe and get ready to hunt now!" I was so bad at lying. A few seconds later he was in the bathroom with me, and he kissed me on the lips. 'Damn!!!' I mentally screamed. His golden eyes pierced my soul like Seishirou's did. It was in fact, more intense. "You taste like Seishirou, Kamui-kun." I shuddered. 'Scream louder, Kamui-kun!' Damn.my mind lock slipped.
"Kamui!" Fuuma's eyes focused on me in an intense glare. "You let Seishirou bed you!" I squirmed as his hands landed on my shoulders. "Why?" His tone was slightly hurt, yet calm. "Fuuma, I didn't mean-" I was cut off by the sudden realization of what this could lead to. I gripped his hand. "I am- !" I stammered quickly. He then started laughing. But he couldn't hide the hurt. I knew how he felt. After Seishirou told me that he had been sleeping with Subaru. "That's what he told you?" He laughed. "That I slept with your best friend?" I nodded slowly. "And you believed him?" I looked away. Fuuma moved to leave. I grabbed his arm but he shrugged it off. "I can't believe that you have that little faith in me, Kamui. I thought you were better." I heard a low curse. He then walked the window and was ready to leave, shooting back one last sentence "Kamui. never trust that bastard unless it's a severe situation." I sat on the bed and sighed.
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*Fuuma POV
I can't believe he told him that. That bloody cheating bastard! Kamui wasn't like this. I was gone, true, visiting Subaru, true, but come on! It was just to discuss a few things that I required. It was also about Sakura. You could say Subaru was my confidant, my.brother. Almost like a family I never had. And now I find out that my 'father' had slept with my lover. How perpetually wonderful. Sure, Subaru and me shared a few kisses, but that was all. He did try to get me in bed, but that was because he had fed on a drug addict before. Maybe.No. I suddenly felt like laughing. For one minute some zombie is haunting me, the next minute I'm dealing with relationships. This was perfectly normal. What next? A mutated monster? Some maniacal scientist bent on destroying the Vampire race?
This was like some sick joke, bent on dampening me day. And then comes the weather. It isn't supposed to snow. Not this early, anyway. The damned white is wetting my coat. Just my luck.
This was not supposed to happen, it was uncalled for! I didn't have to deal with this, did I? Well, Seishirou has a thing or two to learn not to touch my things.
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*Seishirou POV
Where did that come from? Why did I bed my fledgling's only treasure? Why had I robbed him of a loyal companion? Greed? Love? Lust? He didn't deserve what I brought upon him. Pitiful creature. And predicting Fuuma, he'd probably think up some unpleasant retribution for me. Being coven master isn't easy either. After that sickening incident, I hope I wouldn't be separated from my children again. Yes, Sakura and Tree. (This is what the author thinks as an insane joke) Karen had not done well in keeping them out of trouble. Well, what can I expect from someone who only operates at night? I liked the sound of my boots on the snow. I was making my way to the apartment, where Subaru was. Yes, Subaru. That nice twenty-five year old child that pretends to be a man. That frail heart and soul he tries to protect by shying away from the world. I stepped through the glass-paneled balcony and into his room. He was at his desk again, ever the scholar, ever the updated twentieth century man. He looked up at me; those pampered jeweled eyes, those eyes that have not seen something precious being taken away.
"Seishirou." His voice, ah, how I longed to hear his voice again, so clear and smooth. So different from our dear Kamui-kun. He got up to meet me, and even by standing up he had the grace of a bird in flight. "Subaru." His white trench coat seemed unreal in the dim light, as he put his arms around my neck and kissed me. "Where have you been?" My own arms encircled his waist, pulling him closer to me. He pulled away. He spoke with his back facing me, his white trench coat magnifying his grace. "You lie." I smiled. How assumptions humans are . . . Not that I was never human at one point in my life. "What makes you say that?" Green eyes pierced my sinful soul. "Everything." My smile faded a bit. "Everything?" I strolled over to him, my arms once again around his slender waist. "Don't you trust me?" He looked away. I chuckled. "You shun me, my angel. You deny yourself of all that you want." He did not reply. "You deny yourself of all pleasure, you ask for pain." He pulled away from me, his green eyes glaring at me, hating me for that brief moment. "I know what you did, Seishirou." He paused as he slowly moved toward the window. "You betrayed me." I frowned. Betrayal? I thought our relationship was an open one. He seemed to pick that up from my mind. "Well, you thought wrong." He opened the window, his white coat flying as if it was a puppet of the wind, and he took off. I smiled. "My little Su-chan is possessive." I started laughing, but deep in my heart, a chord was broken, draining my confidence. No one, not anyone had ever said that to me, the Coven Master, before. No one.
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*Kamui POV
I was in deep trouble. Fuuma had left again. I spoiled everything. I always did. Even before Fuuma had found me. Before I loved him. Before I ever landed myself in this position. I could never do anything right. I shouldn't have slept with Seishirou. I shouldn't have slept with anyone. For Pete's sake, they are all male! I shouldn't even think about this! I'm going mad again. Oh Gosh, I hate this pressure. What's going to happen? What's going on?
A tap on the door. Fuuma? I shot up to answer the door. Green eyes met my own. "Su . . .Subaru!" Subaru smiled at me, before he touched my face as he would before, before any of this ever happened. His eyes seemed to have sadness in them, a depression that only people who knew him well could detect. "Subaru . . .What's wrong?" He gestured to ask 'can I come in' and I let him through. "I said I'd be there for you," He paused as he turns around and sat on the bed, facing me. I nodded. He seemed to acknowledge that. "Would you be there for me?" I walked over to him, knelt in front of him, my hands reaching up to his collar to dust off some dirt. I smiled at him. "Of course." Subaru's arms shot up and went around me. Ugh . . .Not this again. Enough for one day. I patted his back. "It's alright, Subaru. I know what happened." Subaru's grip on me tightened, almost choking me. I moved myself up into a more comfortable position if he didn't want to let go. We didn't say anything for the next five minutes. "Kamui?" I looked up at him, at least I tried, and his head was buried in my neck. "Yes?" Subaru kept silent for a few seconds. "Nothing." I didn't complain. I couldn't. He was there when I needed him, so why shouldn't I be there when he needs me? Then I felt something wet against my ear. Oh no, no, no, no, no, no! This cannot happen again. No, Fuuma would never want to come back! If he didn't already not want to come back. Why is this happening to me? Why? But I couldn't push him away. I couldn't. My arms failed me. He gently lay me down on the couch, he was now above me, and held my hands in his, entwining our fingers together as his mouth resumed our fire-like kisses. Then his mouth traveled downward again, lips and tongue brushing against my neck, my collarbone, and even lower still. His lips were ghosting over my cheeks, moving his hands; he slid the zip of my jacket down, revealing the thin white shirt I wore underneath. No, no, no. I could not do this! "Subaru . . ." My voice was weak. He paid no heed. "Subaru!" This time he actually looked at me. He pushed my shirt up, cold hands trailing down my abdomen, firing kisses here and there. "Subaru!" The third time's always a charm, as they always said. He stopped. "Kamui." He whispered. I looked at him in a what-did-you-just-do manner. He lowered his head. "I'm sorry." I sat up, pulling my shirt around me, covering my bare chest. I shook my head. My body posture was as if I was raped. "I think I should leave now." Subaru made a move to leave, but I caught his hand.
"Subaru," He couldn't look at me, he couldn't look at me after what he just tried to do. "Subaru, I just want you to know . . ." I looked down, onto the floor. "I'm always here if you need me." He smiled. It was as if he knew I'd say that. "I know, Kamui. I thank you." I stood up, letting the white shirt fall to the floor, I embraced him from behind. "I . . ." I love you, Subaru. I really do. I just can't say it. Not now, and I don't think I ever will. But I do, I love you. "I know." He read my mind. He got the message. 'I love you too.' I smiled. I tightened my grip on him, and he returned the embrace, lovingly.
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*Fuuma POV
Hokuto. The young lady that was Subaru's sister. Note, I used the word was. That's right, my dear readers. She's dead. I sat then at the top of some tall building, watching the blood drip down from where I was. Her blood. His blood. There was no difference. Killing Hokuto was killing Subaru. Killing Subaru was killing Seishirou. In one-way or the other, that is. I could not imagine the pain it would inflict on Seishirou's new pet, it probably would turn chaotic. How lovely. Chaotic. I just love chaos. Now all I need to do is convince Subaru his sister was killed by his most beloved being . . . The Sakurazuka Mori.
I laughed. It may sound absurd, but I felt content and alive suddenly. So alive I almost felt I could die.
Wait for me, my beloved readers. I'll wait for you in the next chapter.
Author's note: I'm sorry! I really am! I took so long to write this! I just didn't have the heart anymore. Well, I'll always try to update Entrapment when I can now, so I won't disappoint a few reviewers. Thanks for your reviews! (I've been waiting so long to say that)
#9
Kamui POV*
'How long has it been since we have begun our "physical relationship"? A few months, yes? It feels like years, Fuuma. Subaru has been appearing now and then, and Seishirou had too. Where are you, my angel?' I feel neglected already.
I looked down from the balcony of the old apartment that was now so familiar. Fuuma had been gone for five days, and I was a bit lonely without him. I felt as if a part of me was missing. And that part felt cold and empty. I smiled as I thought of what scolding Fuuma was going to get when he came back. If he came back. I sighed and looked down again, and spotted Seishirou's face. He smiled and waved at me, and then in less than a second's notice had his arms around me. "Seishirou-san." He smiled against my neck, and he brought his lips close to my ear. "So.wondering about your beautiful Fuuma, eh?" he whispered, his hand snaking into the denim jacket I was wearing. "Seishirou-san.what.would.Subaru.say?" I moaned as his finger grazed against sensitive spots. "That's the problem, chere. He is with Subaru. So I have the right to be with you." I pulled away from him. "Who?" I asked. He smiled at me. "My, my.you're a dense little boy. You'll know sooner or later." I scowled. "Tell me." He smirked at me. "Not until you make love to me." I stiffened. "Why?" "It appears to me that your.darling.has been making love to my darling, and so, this is my sort of pay-back." I scoffed. "What are you saying?" Seishirou's lips seemed to move away from my neck, his tongue pressing down his collar, licking. "Seishirou." I moaned in ecstasy, but I pulled away from him. He stood his ground and he smiled. "So, Kamui-kun.what do you say?"
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I woke up with arms curled around me, one around my waist, and the other one around my arm, fingers entangled with mine. My back was to him, feeling his gentle breathing at my ear. The night was still young; in fact, the sun had just set. I was in my usual pallor, my hunger for blood still weak. I gently pulled myself out of his grasp, and I turned and looked at his face. He looked so much.like.so much like Fuuma. So much it was scary. Yet the name I was screaming yesterday night was not Fuuma's. I had 'made love' to my maker's maker, in other words, my 'grandfather'. It felt strange, and his flesh was so hard, but it was warm. Perhaps he had just fed.
His hair was dark, like Fuuma's. His skin is pale, like Fuuma's. His eyes were open then, staring at me. And he mouthed the word 'Kamui'. His eyes were also golden, I noted. Like honey. He reached up and pulled me down, against his chest. I was silent, I made no protest, and I could hear his heart beating. So slow.so comforting. "Seishirou." I whispered as I brought his wrist upon my lips. I looked to him for permission, and he nodded. I bit into that hard skin, drawing the warm blood that pumped beneath. His blood was awfully sweet, sweeter than honey or any sweet, like Fuuma's. It tasted somewhat different, however. It was more powerful; it pumped into my mouth at a faster rate, more pictures flashed across my eyes. It was.better.
I pulled away when I had enough. A stray trail of blood dripped from my lips, and that was quickly gone with Seishirou's fast kisses. "How was it?" He asked, his golden eyes seeming to pierce my very soul. "Good," I laughed. He smirked. I then heard a different heart beat. It wasn't any mortal. I could sense the person. No, it was definitely not mortal. It wasn't Seishirou. I would know. Seishirou seemed to have heard it too, and he quickly got off the bed and changed. "Seishi-" I began, he gestured for me to keep silent. "It's Fuuma." My heart quickened. Fuuma. He came back. For me? Or is it just to pack his bags and move over to Subaru's apartment? I frowned at the thought.
Footsteps seemed to race up the stairs, and I looked at the door as Seishirou got on his trench coat. "Kamui!" Fuuma's cheerful face appeared at the door. I looked back to see that Seishirou had disappeared. "Seishirou was here just now, wasn't he?" he whispered, moving over to the bed. Damn.I was still sore from last night.
"Kamui, are you alright? And what did Seishirou want?" I smiled. "He was looking for you." I thought I saw a flash of guilt. "Really." He got underneath the covers and put his arm around me. "So.what have you been doing while I was gone?" I smiled again. "I'm not telling you." I felt like I was going to die. I was lying to my beloved! How sinful could I get? I kept my thoughts closed in any case he pried. "Are you leaving again?" I asked him as he placed a kiss on my forehead. "No," he answered. "Why?" I smiled. "No reason. I just missed you." He nodded and draped his arms around me. I suddenly felt so safe and warm. It felt so good to be in familiar arms. "Kamui," He said softly. "Aren't you hungry?" My heart quickened again. Damn.if he noticed.
"Kamui, why are you so tense?" He asked, and he watched me stammer off bed and off to the bathroom. "No reason! And I am, hungry, oh starving! I just woke up, and I'm going to bathe and get ready to hunt now!" I was so bad at lying. A few seconds later he was in the bathroom with me, and he kissed me on the lips. 'Damn!!!' I mentally screamed. His golden eyes pierced my soul like Seishirou's did. It was in fact, more intense. "You taste like Seishirou, Kamui-kun." I shuddered. 'Scream louder, Kamui-kun!' Damn.my mind lock slipped.
"Kamui!" Fuuma's eyes focused on me in an intense glare. "You let Seishirou bed you!" I squirmed as his hands landed on my shoulders. "Why?" His tone was slightly hurt, yet calm. "Fuuma, I didn't mean-" I was cut off by the sudden realization of what this could lead to. I gripped his hand. "I am- !" I stammered quickly. He then started laughing. But he couldn't hide the hurt. I knew how he felt. After Seishirou told me that he had been sleeping with Subaru. "That's what he told you?" He laughed. "That I slept with your best friend?" I nodded slowly. "And you believed him?" I looked away. Fuuma moved to leave. I grabbed his arm but he shrugged it off. "I can't believe that you have that little faith in me, Kamui. I thought you were better." I heard a low curse. He then walked the window and was ready to leave, shooting back one last sentence "Kamui. never trust that bastard unless it's a severe situation." I sat on the bed and sighed.
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*Fuuma POV
I can't believe he told him that. That bloody cheating bastard! Kamui wasn't like this. I was gone, true, visiting Subaru, true, but come on! It was just to discuss a few things that I required. It was also about Sakura. You could say Subaru was my confidant, my.brother. Almost like a family I never had. And now I find out that my 'father' had slept with my lover. How perpetually wonderful. Sure, Subaru and me shared a few kisses, but that was all. He did try to get me in bed, but that was because he had fed on a drug addict before. Maybe.No. I suddenly felt like laughing. For one minute some zombie is haunting me, the next minute I'm dealing with relationships. This was perfectly normal. What next? A mutated monster? Some maniacal scientist bent on destroying the Vampire race?
This was like some sick joke, bent on dampening me day. And then comes the weather. It isn't supposed to snow. Not this early, anyway. The damned white is wetting my coat. Just my luck.
This was not supposed to happen, it was uncalled for! I didn't have to deal with this, did I? Well, Seishirou has a thing or two to learn not to touch my things.
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*Seishirou POV
Where did that come from? Why did I bed my fledgling's only treasure? Why had I robbed him of a loyal companion? Greed? Love? Lust? He didn't deserve what I brought upon him. Pitiful creature. And predicting Fuuma, he'd probably think up some unpleasant retribution for me. Being coven master isn't easy either. After that sickening incident, I hope I wouldn't be separated from my children again. Yes, Sakura and Tree. (This is what the author thinks as an insane joke) Karen had not done well in keeping them out of trouble. Well, what can I expect from someone who only operates at night? I liked the sound of my boots on the snow. I was making my way to the apartment, where Subaru was. Yes, Subaru. That nice twenty-five year old child that pretends to be a man. That frail heart and soul he tries to protect by shying away from the world. I stepped through the glass-paneled balcony and into his room. He was at his desk again, ever the scholar, ever the updated twentieth century man. He looked up at me; those pampered jeweled eyes, those eyes that have not seen something precious being taken away.
"Seishirou." His voice, ah, how I longed to hear his voice again, so clear and smooth. So different from our dear Kamui-kun. He got up to meet me, and even by standing up he had the grace of a bird in flight. "Subaru." His white trench coat seemed unreal in the dim light, as he put his arms around my neck and kissed me. "Where have you been?" My own arms encircled his waist, pulling him closer to me. He pulled away. He spoke with his back facing me, his white trench coat magnifying his grace. "You lie." I smiled. How assumptions humans are . . . Not that I was never human at one point in my life. "What makes you say that?" Green eyes pierced my sinful soul. "Everything." My smile faded a bit. "Everything?" I strolled over to him, my arms once again around his slender waist. "Don't you trust me?" He looked away. I chuckled. "You shun me, my angel. You deny yourself of all that you want." He did not reply. "You deny yourself of all pleasure, you ask for pain." He pulled away from me, his green eyes glaring at me, hating me for that brief moment. "I know what you did, Seishirou." He paused as he slowly moved toward the window. "You betrayed me." I frowned. Betrayal? I thought our relationship was an open one. He seemed to pick that up from my mind. "Well, you thought wrong." He opened the window, his white coat flying as if it was a puppet of the wind, and he took off. I smiled. "My little Su-chan is possessive." I started laughing, but deep in my heart, a chord was broken, draining my confidence. No one, not anyone had ever said that to me, the Coven Master, before. No one.
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*Kamui POV
I was in deep trouble. Fuuma had left again. I spoiled everything. I always did. Even before Fuuma had found me. Before I loved him. Before I ever landed myself in this position. I could never do anything right. I shouldn't have slept with Seishirou. I shouldn't have slept with anyone. For Pete's sake, they are all male! I shouldn't even think about this! I'm going mad again. Oh Gosh, I hate this pressure. What's going to happen? What's going on?
A tap on the door. Fuuma? I shot up to answer the door. Green eyes met my own. "Su . . .Subaru!" Subaru smiled at me, before he touched my face as he would before, before any of this ever happened. His eyes seemed to have sadness in them, a depression that only people who knew him well could detect. "Subaru . . .What's wrong?" He gestured to ask 'can I come in' and I let him through. "I said I'd be there for you," He paused as he turns around and sat on the bed, facing me. I nodded. He seemed to acknowledge that. "Would you be there for me?" I walked over to him, knelt in front of him, my hands reaching up to his collar to dust off some dirt. I smiled at him. "Of course." Subaru's arms shot up and went around me. Ugh . . .Not this again. Enough for one day. I patted his back. "It's alright, Subaru. I know what happened." Subaru's grip on me tightened, almost choking me. I moved myself up into a more comfortable position if he didn't want to let go. We didn't say anything for the next five minutes. "Kamui?" I looked up at him, at least I tried, and his head was buried in my neck. "Yes?" Subaru kept silent for a few seconds. "Nothing." I didn't complain. I couldn't. He was there when I needed him, so why shouldn't I be there when he needs me? Then I felt something wet against my ear. Oh no, no, no, no, no, no! This cannot happen again. No, Fuuma would never want to come back! If he didn't already not want to come back. Why is this happening to me? Why? But I couldn't push him away. I couldn't. My arms failed me. He gently lay me down on the couch, he was now above me, and held my hands in his, entwining our fingers together as his mouth resumed our fire-like kisses. Then his mouth traveled downward again, lips and tongue brushing against my neck, my collarbone, and even lower still. His lips were ghosting over my cheeks, moving his hands; he slid the zip of my jacket down, revealing the thin white shirt I wore underneath. No, no, no. I could not do this! "Subaru . . ." My voice was weak. He paid no heed. "Subaru!" This time he actually looked at me. He pushed my shirt up, cold hands trailing down my abdomen, firing kisses here and there. "Subaru!" The third time's always a charm, as they always said. He stopped. "Kamui." He whispered. I looked at him in a what-did-you-just-do manner. He lowered his head. "I'm sorry." I sat up, pulling my shirt around me, covering my bare chest. I shook my head. My body posture was as if I was raped. "I think I should leave now." Subaru made a move to leave, but I caught his hand.
"Subaru," He couldn't look at me, he couldn't look at me after what he just tried to do. "Subaru, I just want you to know . . ." I looked down, onto the floor. "I'm always here if you need me." He smiled. It was as if he knew I'd say that. "I know, Kamui. I thank you." I stood up, letting the white shirt fall to the floor, I embraced him from behind. "I . . ." I love you, Subaru. I really do. I just can't say it. Not now, and I don't think I ever will. But I do, I love you. "I know." He read my mind. He got the message. 'I love you too.' I smiled. I tightened my grip on him, and he returned the embrace, lovingly.
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*Fuuma POV
Hokuto. The young lady that was Subaru's sister. Note, I used the word was. That's right, my dear readers. She's dead. I sat then at the top of some tall building, watching the blood drip down from where I was. Her blood. His blood. There was no difference. Killing Hokuto was killing Subaru. Killing Subaru was killing Seishirou. In one-way or the other, that is. I could not imagine the pain it would inflict on Seishirou's new pet, it probably would turn chaotic. How lovely. Chaotic. I just love chaos. Now all I need to do is convince Subaru his sister was killed by his most beloved being . . . The Sakurazuka Mori.
I laughed. It may sound absurd, but I felt content and alive suddenly. So alive I almost felt I could die.
Wait for me, my beloved readers. I'll wait for you in the next chapter.
Author's note: I'm sorry! I really am! I took so long to write this! I just didn't have the heart anymore. Well, I'll always try to update Entrapment when I can now, so I won't disappoint a few reviewers. Thanks for your reviews! (I've been waiting so long to say that)