Rating: Um...PG-13? Semi-R at worst
Warnings: Shonen ai/yaoi. Don't know what lemon and shonen ai/yaoi are? Shonen ai/yaoi—male/male relationships; gay men. And there may be a bit OOCness, I don't know.
A/N: Yes, chapter three. Bwahahahaha. :) But first, replies to the most wonderful people to ever grace this planet. Aka reviewers. :D
Muse Riku: You like reviewers way too much.
Nanashi: That doesn't sound right.
Me: -_- + But they're all so awesome!!! They...they...REVIEW!!
Muse Riku: I rest my case.
Me: Nehehehehe...good boy. XD Now, the replies!
To Fara: You're welcome. XD Yes, I can and will write more. Thankies for reviewing!!!!! ^_^To WildHeartz: *_* Nice persons...very kind and wonderful and good persons...would you like some pocky? *gives you a lifetime supply* THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING YOU SAID!!! *jumps up and down* SQUEE! I hope you like this chapter ^w^
To Kagami Onna: Me buddy...*latches onto your face* Yeshyeshyesh, cliffhangers are annoying sometimes. But today the cliffhanger-ness will be fixed. Bwahaha, thanks again for reviewing and see you at school!
To Kamuichan99: Yes ma'am. *squeaks and puts up the rest* Heheh, hope you enjoy this chapter. I do need to decide on a plot, however. XD Updating now! Thank you so much for your kind review!!! *dances and hands you an X DVD*
To all the other lovely reviewers, whom I unfortunately cannot reply to right now T_T: Thank you so much for reviewing, you've inspired me to write this next chappie. You guys are great, never let anyone tell you you aren't! Please keep reviewing if you can. ^_~
Oh, and btw...Kamui is in Fuuma's room. ) Just so you know.
Chapter Three
*Fuck!* Kamui hissed inwardly as he heard a feminine voice float up the stairs. And he had just gotten Fuuma's shirt off, too! Quickly ceasing fooling around with the garment, he growled exasperatedly and laid down again, pretending to be asleep still. Fuuma followed suit, but instead of sleeping, leaned back nonchalantly against the wall. His strong fingers quickly moving to button up what Kamui had unraveled, he stumbled with his top until he heard a pair of high heels clicking down the hall.
That was when he gave up and merely arranged the piece of clothing so it looked neat, and all fastened. Just in time, too. The door swung open to reveal his younger sister, blue eyes shining and blonde hair bouncing, who ran in and sat down near Kamui.
"Has he woken up yet, Fuuma?"
"Once," the older teenager lied, glancing in a wall mirror to check his appearance. One thing out of place could blow their cover. Pants, check. Hair, check. Skin, check, although it was a bit flushed and sweaty. Shirt—oh no. Now Fuuma knew why he had had such difficulty buttoning his shirt – he had put it on backwards! Kicking himself generously in his mind, he gnashed his teeth and prayed to God that Kotori wouldn't notice. She didn't even seem to know her brother was there, though – she was too busy checking Kamui's dressings to think about Fuuma.
Quickly, before his sibling could notice anything, he slipped toward the bedroom door. He stepped sideways out of it, watching his sister, and ran smack into his father and the doctor.
"Young Fuuma! Watch yourself! How are you?" the doctor said enthusiastically, pumping the teenager's hand.
"...fine," Fuuma said, slightly startled, and caught his father's eye. What had slipped past Kotori did not go unnoticed by their Otousan, who raised an eyebrow at his son's reversed shirt. Fuuma pretended not to notice as he walked by with a nod to both men, and when he was out of sight, dashed for the bathroom. He closed the door quickly and righted his shirt, exhaling in exasperation at himself. How could be be so stupid?
*God only knows the answer to that one. I've debated over that for years now, and I haven't gotten anywhere.*
Silencing his alter ego, he walked down the hall and slipped on a pair of shoes. When that was done, he went down the hall and poked his head in his bedroom door.
"I'm going out."
This statement brought many reactions. A concerned look came from his father, the doctor immidiately made a protesting sound and held up his hand, and Kotori leapt to her feet.
"Brother, no!"
"It's not safe out there, young man. The freak who did this to Kamui could very well still be out there!"
Kamui, eyes closed but not asleep, grew angry. *You think someone who did this to me would live to tell the fucking tale? Think again, jiji!* The blonde kid had looked dead when the girl took him away, anyway. Who cared if he was still alive? He sure wouldn't be coming after him for a while. (A/N: Yup, that blonde kid is Saiki.) Then he wondered, darkly, just where Kotori's brother thought he was going. Why was he leaving now?!
Fuuma listened to their protests quietly but wasn't affected
at all by the exchange.
"I'll be fine," he said simply, and turned away. Oddly enough, no one argued, but Kotori gazed worriedly after her brother before turning back to Kamui and adjusting the bandage on his cheek. The boy grimaced inwardly at the touch. He didn't want anyone touching him but a certain tall man with hair like the night sky, and especially not his sister! Hissing out his next breath, he was relieved to hear her move away as if startled. He rolled over in his 'sleep' and faced the wall, still trying to figure out what to do about Fuuma's departure. He would not have much time for wondering, though...
The night-haired junior walked quietly along the city streets, taking relief in the cool breeze and the star-studded night sky. As he walked, he failed to notice the creature flitting from branch to branch, eyes flashing dimly and long mane flowing sluggishly about like it had a mind of its own. It stared down with its eyes of red, seeming to sift through the many smells Fuuma carried with an oddly smushed snout, and found something that interested it. Leaping down to the ground with paws that made a slurping sound, the noise grew faint as the beast trotted toward the Monous' home.
The only son of Mr. Monou sifted through his hair with a hand as he watched the streetlights reflect off windows of the apartment complexes, and slowed as he came to the spot where he had found Kamui again. He found himself heating up inside as he remembered the feeling of Kamui in his lap, and the touch of those lips to his. How could one person bring on such strong...love? Yes, it was love. Oddly enough, Fuuma didn't feel strange saying it, only feeling it. How would he deal with this?
Just then, he felt a strong jolt of...something rush through his body. Jerking up so he stood straight, he looked around and saw nothing. As Fuuma's eyes narrowed and his mouth twisted into a frown, he felt another unexplained shudder wrack his body and became even more confused, almost angry. Why must he be interrupted when he was thinking about something this important?! Then, almost like a ghost's voice, an unearthly, terrified scream echoed through his brain.
Kotori!
...Kamui...
The Monou boy threw himself forward into a furious run, not even noticing how he gasped for air. He was focused on one thing: his safety of his loved ones. What was happening to them?! Suddenly, without a doubt, Monou Fuuma knew they were in horrible danger, and he was so bent on their survival that he didn't even notice when he stumbled over a rock. Throwing himself forward again, he gritted his teeth as he came closer and closer to his neighborhood. Turning onto his street, he inhaled sharply as he heard sounds coming from his house.
"No! Please, stop! Get away from Kamui!"
"Kotori, get away from that thing!"
"Kotor---Kamui, no!"
At that, Fuuma exploded into a run so fast it was indeed supernatural. He hurled himself faster than a cheetah into the house and flew into his room, and involuntarily examined the situation. In slow motion, he saw a lion-creature with suction-cup yet clawed paws and a smashed muzzle making ungodly-sounding vocalizations as it met his father's fist, and Kamui's eyes shot over to the Monou son. Fuuma looked to the lion and, as it turned and pounced for Kamui, Fuuma sprang into action.
"NO!"
The midnight-haired, tall teenager threw himself in front of his friend-love, roaring in pain as the cat-creature's claws dug into his chest. Blood churning out all over himself, the adolescent shouted at his family, Kamui, and the doctor. "Get out!" He breathed raggedly as he threw the thing against the wall with brute strength, and only his family and the doctor obeyed the order. Kamui, his power flaring up around him, glared at the lioncat with eyes like amythst hellfire.
Only one thought was in his mind: this thing hurt Fuuma.
And then another brainwave: Kill.
Kamui didn't even bother to arrange his attack or direct it in a certain way as he threw all his pyschic might at the creature. The lion screeched in rage as it was injured, and in retaliation, swiped at Kamui and showed some magical ability of its own. Its eyes, which were in fact just hollows below its drooping ears, flashed once grotesquely as they looked at Fuuma. The taller boy's body doubled over in pain, his mouth opening in a silent scream of agony.
Kamui roared in rage, and, forgetting his own weakness and disadvantage, ran over to put himself in front of Fuuma. The other boy, however, shoved his boyfriend's slight frame out of the way and looked directly at the cat-beast. The thing ignored him as it lunged for Kamui, just barely nicking his skin and drawing blood, but sevely setting off Fuuma's hidden temper.
"SCUM!" In a rare moment of blind rage, Fuuma slammed himself into the cat. It made a gutteral sound as its head struck the wall and Fuuma quite literally ripped its ear off. "You dare hurt Kamui..." Fuuma said in a low, menacing voice, and an odd blue energy began to surge around his right hand, the one with the bloody ear in its grasp.
"You will die."
Kamui's lavender eyes expanded, shocked, as Fuuma's hand began to glow...
A/N: Bwahaha. Chapter three. How do ya like it? Action-packed, ne? I tried to make this chapter exciting so your attention would be held. Did I succeed? (I guarantee some Fuuma/Kamui moments when the fight is over.) Oh, and a lil' dictionary for the Japanese-challenged:
Otousan: father
Jiji: 'Old man,' but a very offensive term for it. Much like old geezer, but worse. Heh. o_O
Now, for other stuff. Mew ha! ß XD THAT IS MY NEW PHRASE!!! D Bow down and worship it, you fools! Anyway...I must research X. ._.;; I have no idea what Fuuma's powers are, etc...give me some slack, folks, I've only read volumes 1 and 2 of the manga! If anyone can help me, email me at leopardslb@yahoo.com. Thankies much, and thanks for readin'...
Muse Zander: What kind of ending is that?
Me: I don't know. T_T I couldn't come up with a better one.
Muse Nanashi: Excuses, excuses. That's all we hear from you.
Me: Spare me the theatrics and go lower someone else's self-esteem.
Muse Zander: Ouch.
Muse Nameless: The girl has a point.
Muse Nanashi: Go to hell, the lot of you.
Me: Already there.
Muse Nanashi: What?
Me: Being around you is hell in itself.
Muse Zander: Now that was just mean.
Muse Nameless: Score one for Steph.
FIN...for now XD