Rating: Um...PG-13? Semi-R at worst

Warnings: Shonen ai/yaoi and hints of lemon. Don't know what lemon and shonen ai/yaoi are? Shonen ai/yaoi—male/male relationships; gay men. Lemon—sex. And there may be a bit OOCness, I don't know.

Disclaimer: The wonderful manga X/1999 does not belong to me. It belongs to the beyond talented Clamp, Viz Graphic Novels, and other companies. Don't sue me, all you'll get is a few pennies. Of course, if you want my pennies, that doesn't apply to you...

Also, the poem used in this doesn't belong to me. It belongs to William Blake – I think. 0o;;

Summary:  This is an alternative ending to that night in the park. Y'know, the night where Fuma found Kamui on the ground bleeding and took him home? Yeah, that one. It's in the first volume, pages 169 through 171. XD If Kotori, her father, and that doctor hadn't been there, it'd have been the perfect setting for some shounen-ai mush/fluff!! And I have taken it upon myself to MAKE UP FOR LOST TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!! *silence* Erm, sorry. Sometimes I lose it...o_O;

A/N: This is very random, but Kotori really ticks me off most of the time. Why? Too perfect, happy, wimpy, boo-hooey. It's enough to make me sick. Kotori fans, don't flame me or I shall send my ducks after you!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nehehehehe! :) XD Anyway…*smile* on with the ficcie. XD I'm not really that mean as to send my ducks after you! *pets one of my loyal duck subjects* Yes, you're a good little Aflac duckie, aren't you…*coos*

Now … read! ^_^

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Dedication: Squee! This one's for all you Kamui/Fuuma fans out there!!!! Enjoy and don't forget to review! XD

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Maybe We're More

by Solange MacLeod

I don't know what compelled me to go out that night, but whatever it was, I obeyed it's call. I was walking along the street, thinking about Kamui in the courtyard. That boy had grown so. In addition to growing older, he had grown more attractive. That raven hair, wavy and flowing...it must feel just like silk, or better, that I knew. And those eyes...! Oh, those violet oculi, with their burning gaze and slender ebony eyebrows arched over them. His face, I imagined, would be the supplest of flesh and the softest of satin. That visage had captured my heart—its chiseled features, sharp yet soft angles, and that full mouth.

His form, too, was one to die for. Muscular, tall, graceful, beautiful in all its spectacular glory. His legs were long and slim yet powerfully built, and his arms were just the right length for his torso. The hands they tapered down to were perfect...long with almond-shaped fingernails. And his fingers...I blessed each and every one of them. They were slim, long, elegant, quick—a pianist's fantasy. As I walked along, I felt my cheeks flush. That boy...he had captured my heart as well as my eye. But what could I do about it?

I was a man, and Kamui had always been as straight as an arrow...after all, wasn't he the one who had wanted to be Kotori's 'bride?' Laughing silently to myself at the recollection, I strode along the street, making quiet observations. That was when I met up with a friend. He was the one who notified me of the recent situation. Then he left, and I observed once more. The street was split in two...but that where Kamui's house used to be! Then I heard a sound.

"Wait! Is someone there!?" I called out, racing into an alley to find out who was crouched over in a semi-fetal position. Holy Mother of God, it was Kamui! Nearly tripping in my haste, I practically flew over to him, leaning over him in deep, distressed concern. Grabbing his shoulders, our faces were right next to one another's, and I fought back another heat that was rising in my cheeks. That was when he said my name, in that slow, faltering voice:

"Fuma..."

Then he whipped his arm into the air, throwing me off in defiance. Yet there was confusion and pain in his eyes, I could see that. He stood angrily, his black school uniform gleaming in the light of the street, and glowered at me. Then he staggered, his legs threatening to collapse underneath him, and I stood up in a flash and grabbed his right arm with my right arm, putting my left hand on his stomach to steady him. Shocked, my eyes widened with horror. There was blood…on my hands. It couldn't be mine. I didn't remember falling down or anything of the like.

Then it finally hit me. Kamui-san was bleeding!

*He's hurt!*

Drawing in a breath of air, I gently let him back on the ground. "Come to my house," I half-ordered, looking down at him. He gazed up at me, smiling a strange, confused smirk of rage and confusion. His words, carefully chosen to cut like knives, flew through the air and slammed into me like a load of bricks.

"Can't you just leave me alone?!" With emotions I couldn't recognize, I grabbed his shoulders and yelled at him.

"KAMUI!"

Blowing out ragged breaths, he stared at me, eyes wide, eyebrows near those lilac orbs.

"Come with me," I said again, still holding his shoulders. I looked down, away from his face, and noticed his schoolbag lying abandoned on the ground. Letting the boy go, I crouched down to pick it up. I would carry it home for him. Then I heard that voice again, weakening rapidly but still persistent:

"Don't...don't...bother with me..."

I turned, eyes full of concern, and started to say his name. "Kam—" Then he started to collapse once more, and I ran to catch him.

"Don't get involved with me, Fuma..."

Those were his last words to me before he passed out, eyes closing, removing himself from the pain of the world. How I wished I could do that...sighing, I leaned down and whispered, "How could I not get involved with you, beautiful one?" I picked him up and cradled him like a child, holding him with one arm while I brushed the fingers of my left hand across his face and lips. I felt no shame, only wonder and tenderness as I, trembling, placed my lips on his. Relishing the sensation, a hot, tingling feeling, I slowly nuzzled his neck. Then, sighing, I put my free hand under his legs and walked home, the forgotten schoolbag lying forsaken on the ground behind us.

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As we reached the house, I opened the door and came in. I heard my sister's voice saying happily, "You're back early, Fuma." Then the happiness turned to shock and horror as she burst out, "Kamui!"

I was laying him carefully on the ground as she came into the room, his limbs outflung and dangling, his face serene for once. Kotori's voice came to me again.

"Fuma, why..." she rushed to our side and spotted the ugly wound in Kamui's abdomen. I wanted to shield her eyes from that horrific sight, but it was too late. "...He's hurt—badly!" *I know,* I said silently, wishing I could have stopped her from entering the room, but it couldn't be helped now. Then, joining our sad excuse for a reunion, Father came. He, too, was shocked...uncharacteristically concerned and horrified. It wasn't common for him to get worked up like he was, and especially about Kamui. He barely knew the boy.

"KAMUI!"

Father rushed about, calling this doctor and that, and finally consulted the physician that had tended Kotori and I since we were young children. "Hai...mm-hmm...yes, Doctor. Right away." Frowning, he turned to us. "Fuma, you know how to treat every kind of injury, right?" I nodded. I had taken many first-aid classes over the years, many of them going beyond the usual routine of CPR and burn treatment.

"Then you'll stay here and look after Kamui-san. Kotori and I will go and pick up some antibiotics and medicine." I nodded once more and turned to go get the kit of gauze and other assorted things.  Kotori said anxiously, "But Father, it'll take a long while. Shouldn't we—"

"No, daughter. That would only take longer. Let's go." Casting an anxious look behind her, my sister left with Father, and I was alone in the house with my bishounen. [Z/N: Alone in the house? *snigger* You know what that must mean! They're going to screw each other's brains out, baby! Whoo! *Authoress slaps him* Watch your dirty mouth, Zander V. Himatra! *Zander innocently covers his mouth*] Sighing, I brushed raven bangs out of his eyes and stood up to go get the first aid kit. As I left the room, I could have sworn I heard a voice calling my name, and I whirled around.

Sure enough, Kamui had said my name, but in his sleep. Shrugging, ignoring the foolish hope that he could have been dreaming about me, I went to get some clean clothes and bandages. I rummaged about in the cabinets and found a good amount of gauze, bandages, alcohol, and Neosporin...but where was the dressing? I threw things right and left trying to find it, and when I finally did, groaned. There wasn't much left.

Oh, who cared? Kamui had to be tended to. I ran back to the living room and crouched down beside him. Good, the bleeding had subsided. Blowing out a breath, I stood there for a while, debating with myself.

-What's the big deal, Fuma? Take off his shirt and be done with it!-

/I'm not sure about this.../

-Who the hell cares? He needs to be bandaged up, and besides, you know you want to see that chest. You've always wondered what it looks like, right? Well, buddy, here's your chance! And besides seeing it, you could always, oh, feel it instead...-

/What?! I—I—I'm straight!/

-Whatever you say, dear. Just bandage him up and then we can get down to business.-

/What business?/ There was no answer, and I asked again, /What business?/ But there came no reply, and, frustration writing itself on my features, I jumped the gun and gently removed Kamui's shirt. That was when I went weak in the knees. Oh Lord, he had muscles to kill! Those abs were seriously ripped. They were enough to make me drool...then I caught myself. What was I doing?

I needed to start fixing him up. In a business-like way, ignoring my alter-ego's snickers and that persistent flush in my cheeks, I gently, tenderly bandaged him up, murmuring words that were meant to soothe. I brushed my fingers across his cheek as I carefully put a Band-Aid on it. Stupid boy, getting cuts everywhere...would he ever stop getting into trouble? But I felt no contempt, only a tender love for him that made my legs weak with its intensity. Oh, if only...Fighting back another sigh, I started to work on the slash on his stomach, ignoring the blood that seeped into my clothes. When I was done, I got down to the business of changing his clothes.

I blushed furiously as I stripped him down to his underwear, my hands shaking, but I knew I was...enjoying it. So, Kamui wears boxers, not briefs?

-Ah well, it doesn't matter, as long as we can get them off quickly...-

/Whoa! That was way out of line./ Mentally slapping the voice, I put the clean clothes on him as fast as I could, trying to ignore the blatant truth of what I had just thought. If I had considered taking...taking his...boxers off, that could only mean one thing. I was most definitely not straight. Now if only Kamui could be just a bit queer as well...I made him comfortable and sat back, just taking in his impeccable beauty. That face was just so lovely; it made me want to hug him. But I didn't dare disturb him in his sleep. He looked so peaceful.

[A/N: The whole bandaging process only took about 20 minutes, just so you know.]

I eventually started to doze off, half out of boredom, half out of tiredness. As my eyelids grew heavy and my head started to nod, I looked at Kamui one last time. Well, at least I got to wake up beside him once before he left.  Oh, that boy...he had captured my heart with his soul—so eloquent and fiery, a tiger that would not be caught and put in a cage for anyone.

'Tyger! Tyger! burning bright

In the forests of the night

What immortal hand or eye

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?'

I slumped down slowly to the floor as I closed my eyes  and drifted off into a dreamless sleep of my own.