Wish.
Chapter one: Reflective memory
T: This fic is proof that you really can learn anything on the Internet if you research hard enough! I say this because I started to write it before I had read either Tokyo Babylon or X-1999 and I'm publishing it while I've yet to own the entirety of either manga. This means the cannon is going to be a little shaky, but then considering the direction this fic is taking itself I hope that's allowed. I don't want this turning into an essay but I need to say one more thing before I get onto the disclaimer and that is that I know this idea has been done before. I just hope that I'm tackling it in a way that seems original even if the main concept is all but clique as far as this genre goes.
Anyway! Warnings of angst, spoilers for both Tokyo Babylon and X-1999 and slash.
Clamp own both Tokyo Babylon and X-1999 a fact that means they also now one my soul. Grrrr! Subaru is so addictive!
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It would seem odd to anyone who did not know Subaru Sumeragi's past, that he did not look his reflection in the eye.
It was a habit he had gotten into after his sister's death.
Because when he looked he saw her there always in his own face.
Or at least that was the story he told himself, one he'd built up after the funeral.
There had been so many people there telling him how sorry they were, how unfortunate he was to have a reminder of this loss there always in his reflection.
And though he missed her, though he was a broken soul without her, it was not truly for her sake that he avoided his own gaze.
He did not look because of Seishrio. Because every moment of looking at the man he had become reminded him of what had happened.
What he had done.
Without looking he could believe that he was still the young boy of sixteen doing the duty of his clan to the best of his ability and with the one he loved at his side always.
He could carry a packet of cigarettes in his pocket and pretend he was going to be giving them to his friend the next he saw him.
Yet though he could avoid his reflection he could not avoid his subconscious and the memories embedded there.
Memories containing of the warmth of Seishrio's blood upon his fingers, of last words that may or may not have ment anything, of final spells and wishes.
Seishrio had believe that his wish had been vengeance for his sisters death and Subaru was ever guilty that this was not the case, that Hokuto had never figured far into his deepest wishes.
To purge that guilt from his soul, to release himself from his obsession with Seishrio by dying in his arms…that had been his one wish and yet as with the loss of his eye it had proved nothing more than a surface wish to cover his deepest and truest want.
To have Seishrio love him and for that love to make everything all right…
Make everything the way it used to be.
He had learned at Rainbow Bridge that a little of this wish had been granted…
That Seishrio had loved him.
He grips hard to the bathroom sink as that day plays again in his mind, as those final gasping breaths echo in his mind.
He lifts his head and for the first time since his sister's death he meets his reflections gaze.
He bears no resemblance to his sister anymore; indeed if one were to ignore his green eye and concentrate instead on the brown a resemblance to another figure in his life becomes apparent.
Seishrio
He has become Seishrio by becoming the Sakurazukamori.
This was not his wish, but then any hope of achieving that wish died with Seishrio.
He felt anger well in his heart and without thought he struck out against the mirror.
He felt the broken shards cut him deeply in several places, felt a surge of power and heard Fuuma's voice informing him,
"I shall grant your wish."
Before the world fell away.
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It had taken time, patience and courage for Kamui to decide to search Subaru out.
The man was the Sakurazukamori, his enemy and yet…
Yet…
Kamui still loved him.
He knew that he could not replace Seishrio. Knew that more than likely the man he had loved had died the day Subaru had taken up the previous assassins title and yet still he had hope.
It had taken a few sleepless nights to find a way to locate the Sumeragi and even then Kamui had no way of knowing if the spell had succeeded until he reached the location of the magical pull.
In the end it was thankful that Kamui had not given up his hope.
Subaru Sumeragi would have been dead otherwise.
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T: Snerk! Yes I am going to leave it there. Next chapter next week…hopefully.