((Author's Notes – Beware. Kamui is going to molest Sorata. There, I said it. XP if you don't like that kind of thing… well then… why are you reading X/1999?))
Disclaimer – I own nothing. Well, actually, I do own a nice collection of human hearts… But… You didn't just hear me say that… .
Infection
Chapter II
Sorata looked across the elevator at Kamui, as the claustrophobic steel contraption whirred and practically fell to the bottom of the Diet building.
Kamui was leaning against the wall, watching Sorata with a smirk on his face. A very un-Kamui-like smirk. And, as the time in the elevator ticked by, Sorata was growing all the more uncomfortable, and watched the doors expectantly. Thankfully, just as Kamui stood straight and looked to take a step forward, the elevator pinged and Sorata silently thanked whichever deity had been kind enough to spare him. Although, just what he was being spared from was… questionable.
Hurrying out of the elevator, into the rather foreboding but safe vicinity of Hinoto's room, Sorata bowed to the Dreamer hastily, before jamming the cap back on his head from where it had started to fall off and hurrying a little more forward.
"H-Hinoto-hime… There's…. something wrong with Kamui."
His Kamui-ness, meanwhile, had sauntered into the room lazily, throwing an almost scornful look at Hinoto, before merely standing, off to one side.
The Dreamgazer raised her head, looking from Sorata to Kamui blandly. Then, a voice chimed into the Kansai monk's mind.
.:Exactly what is wrong with him? I see nothing wrong:.
"W-well…" Sorata cast a very dubious glance at Kamui, who – finally – decided to speak.
"There's nothing wrong with me, Sora-chan." The Dragon said, smirking, moving across to where Sorata was standing. Reaching up, he rested one hand on the man's chest, gripping his t-shirt in his fist and leaning into the taller man's chest, resting there, his cheek pressed against Sorata's chest, violet eyes closing dreamily. (To the delight of millions of fangirls worldwide.)
Sorata looked… scared. "U-um… Kamui…-chan…?"
"Hold me, Sora-chan..." Kamui said, looking up, his violet eyes seeming to gleam ever so slightly, an ever-so-small pink blush spreading over his cheeks, looking almost painfully uke.
Sorata started to shake, and slowly, reached around and wrapped his arms around Kamui. This was more normal, at least, if disturbing.
What came next was… even more disturbing.
Kamui's small, feminine hand crept up Sorata's chest, as he tilted his head back and started to lean up on tiptoes to reach, making him look even more the defenceless, timid uke. Nuzzling his face into Sorata's neck, eyes half-closed, he wrapped one arm around the monk's shoulders and tilted his head back even more to whisper.
"…Love me, Sora-chan…"
Pressing into the monk's neck – while Sorata just stood open-mouthed – Kamui's tongue darted out and he licked him. Licked his neck. Sorata made a kind of bizarre, feline-like mewl, looking down at the younger male reproachfully.
Unfortunately, one of Kamui's hands had been unnoticeably travelling south and, by that point, he reached his target.
Sorata gave a kind of hollow moan, eyes half-closing, giving a soft gasp and looking at Kamui as he was groped.
Kamui's face was shining, gleaming. He looked all the precious uke, but a precious uke that was enjoying himself. Immensely. Then…
.: Stop that! Both of you! I will not have such behaviour in my room, now Kamui, leave Sorata alone and both of you come here:.
Turning, Kamui pouted petulantly, but Sorata sighed in relief, but both did as they were told.
.: Now, Sorata-san, when did this start:.
"W-well…" Sorata cast a rather dubious glance at Kamui, sat beside him, who smiled seductively. Sorata swallowed, "…H-he was fighting /Kamui, but then there was this… this light. But it only affected him… and… and when it stopped… Kamui was…. Ano…" Turning, he glanced at Kamui, trying to think of words to describe him. But Hinoto cut him off.
.: That's enough, Sorata-chan. Now… Kamui…:.
Kamui looked at her, "…Yeah?"
"…Kamui, does Sorata turn you on?"
Sorata twitched, looking at Hinoto and blinking rapidly. Kamui, on the other hand, looked thoughtfully at Sorata. Looking him over rudely, the bishounen finally shook his head, "…Not really."
.: Then why did you just… ano… grope him:.
"I thought it would be fun. And… it was, until someone stopped us." Kamui shot an evil glare at the Dreamseer, who didn't react.
Sorata was spluttering. Kamui turned and looked at him, turning on the charm. "…Don't you find me attractive, Sorata-chan?"
"W-well… I… Uh…. Um…."
"Don't you…?" Kamui turned towards Sorata properly, now, crawling forward, placing one hand on his leg. ((Think Chobits.))
"…Ano…" Sorata looked panicked.
"I think you do…" Kamui smiled cutely, his other hand resting on Sorata's stomach as the kansai monk fell back, onto his back. Kamui continued to crawl over Sorata's body until he was straddling the poor guy's waist, leaning barely an inch from his face.
"…K-kamui… c-could… could you st-… sto-…" Poor Sorata was having trouble getting the words out.
"Shh…" Reaching up, one of Kamui's fingers pressed against Sorata's lips and the monk fell silent, turning white, as Kamui leant down… closer… closer…
"Hinoto-hime! We think we have some information that m-…"
The door had opened. Arashi, followed quickly by Yuzuriha, had stalked into the room, then abruptly stopped. Staring.
Kamui raised his head from a panting, dazed Sorata, and smirked at the girls, before licking a small trickle of blood from his lips.
Then, Sorata decided to come back to life. Spluttering slightly, he wriggled out from under Kamui's body, crawling across the room to Arashi and wrapping his arms around her waist, holding her and simultaneously hiding behind her.
"H-he bit me! Arashi-san, he bit me!"
Calmly, Arashi brought her hand back and whacked Sorata soundly around the back of the head. The poor monk blinked blearily, before falling onto the floor in a dead faint.
Meanwhile, Kamui had stood up, and was facing Arashi, Yuzuriha and the dead-fainted Sorata on one side slightly, his hands balled into fists at his side, a slight smirk on his face. "…He's such a wimp, isn't he, Arashi-san…?"
Arashi twitched slightly, "…Maybe, sometimes. But still…" The Ise priestess narrowed her eyes slightly, "…That was no reason to bite him."
Kamui chuckled, "…Protective, Arashi-san? I thought you didn't like crybabies? And you…" Kamui turned his attention to Yuzuriha, who was standing beside Inuki, looking just short of scared. "…What's a kid like you doing here, anyway?"
Yuzuriha looked slightly hurt, but mostly angry, and stepped forward, in front of Arashi, "…I'm here because my destiny says so, Kamui-chan! You know that! Because… because I don't want anyone to get hurt anymore!"
Kamui smirked, "You think you can do anything about it, little girl?"
"I can! I can do it!"
"…Stupid child."
"Stop it!" Yuzuriha was on the verge of tears, "Why are you being so mean, Kamui-chan!"
.:That's enough:.
Everyone in the room (Except Sorata) turned to look at Hinoto, who was holding herself up on her hands and knees, looking as if it was draining her energy holding the position,
.:Kamui! What is wrong with you:.
"Nothing's wrong with me, Hinoto-san. I'm feeling… better than ever, actually." Still smirking, he started to laugh softly.
Arashi stepped in front of Yuzuriha and Sorata protectively. Hinoto was looking shocked.
Something was badly wrong with Kamui.
