((Author's Notes - What can I say? Part two. I kinda... started rambling a bit in this, but I hope you don't mind. It came out okay, I think. Well, this chapter is a bit random, in all. Just... tying up some loose ends. Oh, and next chapter I'll be instituting The Great Plot. Oh yes, this story actually has one. -Sweatdrop- Don't worry. Well, I'll start Chappy 3 and post it when it gets asked for. Okay... if it gets asked for.))
Disclaimer - I don't own anything in here. If I did, Tokyo Babylon and/or X-1999 would've ended differently. Vee-eeery differently. Oh, wait! I own the pen I wrote this with!! -Waves pen around. Drops pen in the Thames by mistake- ...I guess not, then......
Torikomi
Part II
Stirring slightly in his sleep, Seishirou thought he could feel fabric. But, of course, that was ridiculous. He was dead, and he didn't recall upholstering the sakura.
But wait... he was starting to remember something. He hadn't died, or at least, not yet. Something had happened. But what...? Oh. He remembered now. Subaru-kun.
Raising his head, it took him a few moments to realise that he was in a bed. Looking down at the sheets, he frowned. They were unfamiliar to him, and he felt a little alienated. Looking up, and around the room, with his single seeing eye, he took in the room in one sweep. He did not recognise this room. No, that wasn't right. He did recognise this room, although he hadn't visited it for a very long time. This room, with it's white walls and minimalistic feel... This was Subaru's room. True, he hadn't been here for almost three months, but he still recognised it. A plain black shirt thrown over the back of a chair, the blank white bed in which he was laying. It was all quite familiar, especially the bed. But,
still, why was he here? And, more importantly, how did he come to get here?
((Random Author Insert - Reference to the prologue of 'Anata', another of my fics. I only just realised. Tee hee. Plot bunny!))
Soon, he found his answer. Or, at least, found the means to find the answer. Subaru made an entrance. Wearing nothing but a single pair of dark jeans, that merely accented his beautiful, almost etheral form, he held a plain white shirt in his hands. Raising his eyes at the slight movement, he blinked as his eyes ran over Seishirou, who was watching him critically.
"...S-seishirou-san...! You're awake!" Fumbling in his haste, the Sumeragi pulled on his shirt, buttoning it up, before standing rather defensively in front of the Sakurazukamori.
"Yes, I am, Subaru-kun. But I am a little confused..." The assasin said, with practised calm, keeping his single honey-gold eye on the Sumeragi's face, "...How did I get here?"
Subaru turned a very interesting shade of red, lowering his dark green eyes to the bedspread. This was not what he expected. He hadn't expected Seishirou to wake up so soon. Then again, he never knew
what to expect from the assassin.
The scenario Subaru would have preferred, or rather, the one he had planned, was that he would not be in the apartment when Seishirou. Instead, there was be a note, displaying minimal information, and Seishirou would be left to figure the rest out for himself.
Then again, things never went well for Sumeragi Subaru. Especially where Seishirou was concerned. That
much, he had come to expect.
"...I brought you here."
"Why?" A hint of amusement. Surely, at a time like this, Seishirou wasn't going to laugh at him...?
"...B-Because...." Because I want my revenge. Because you deserve more than death. Because I don't want you to be hurt. Because i feel guilty for trying to kill you. Because I love you. "...Because I don't want to be the Sakurazukamori."
Seishirou was slightly stung, but he didn't show it. So, it comes down to aesthetic reasons now, Subaru-kun? Fine, I can play that game too. "Charming. That still doesn't explain why i'm lying in your
bed."
Subaru responded as calmly as possible, "...Because you're too tall for the couch."
"Really?"
"Y-yes... really."
Seishirou smiled, if a little coldly. "So you'll put me in your bed? Of your own will? Now, Subaru-kun, I'm surprised. I thought you were trying your hardest to keep me out of your bed?"
The Sumeragi stuttered slightly, glancing at him, emerald eyes widening slightly, and he flailed useless for words. Seishirou started to laugh, then winced, his face crunching into a grimace of pain, "...Ah....!" The chest wound was still there. Lessened, of course, but still there. Vaguely, Seishirou wondered why he hadn't noticed until now.
And Subaru, he was amused to note, had leaned across the bed. Just as soon as Seishirou felt pain, he had been leaning across the bed, a look of complete worry, and almost of pain. So compassionate, Subaru-kun? For my eyes only, or did you not want me to see? We'll see... Forcing any sensation of pain to the back of his mind, he raised one hand swiftly, catching the Sumeragi's chin. Pulling him closer, he turned his mismatched eyes onto the Sumeragi's expressive green orbs. Well, maybe once they were expressive. They still retain the handsome emerald luster, at least. But the fire that burned in them is long-dead. Seishirou regrets that, killing the fire. But still, it had died. Died, allong with the boy's.. no... the man's sister. That fire, that showed the Sumeragi sibling's innocence... no. Not innocence. He still retained that in the way his eyes were widening now, and in the desperate way he had pulled Seishirou back from death. But he had lost something...
"...S-seishirou-san...!" Subaru flailed, once again, but the Sakurazukamori's grip was like cold steel. He couldn't get away. Or was it just that he didn't want to. Whether physical, or emotional, the Sumeragi was caught.
Seishirou brought his face closer to the squirming Sumeragi, and pressed past his face. His breath was warm, and slightly tickly on the Sumeragi's ear as he whispered. His voice was sensual in a way the Sumeragi did not deem possible;
"...I will say this only once, Subaru-kun..."
No. He wanted him to say it again, and again, and never stop saying it. To be this close. Subaru knew he was playing with fire, but he didn't care. No, he didn't care. He was already burned beyond belief, and he longed to feel his skin crack and peel as it burned. He wanted the fire back.
"...I have given you every possible motive to kill me. Every possible opportunity..." Still, Seishirou's voice was warm breath on the Sumeragi's neck and ear, making the man shiver uncontrollably, "...and yet you still haven't killed me. Now, you take me back from a certain death. One that has been pending for years, now..." Subaru could feel Seishirou's heartbeat, this close. His wet skin was pressed to Seishirou's bloody shirt. He could feel heartbeat and blood and warmth and pain all at once. "...stop it."
That surprised Subaru. But, what surprised him even more, was the injured Sakurazukamori's hand. Trailing down his front, it paused at his shirt, fingering one of the buttons lightly. The top button came undone. As Seishirou's fingertips brushed the skin, Subaru felt a sharp intake of breath. He took it as his own, but, to his surprise, he realised that Seishirou was as nervous as he.
The touch sent firecrackers of alarm through the Sumeragi, but, at the same time, an echo of an old longing. Yes, touch me... This was too much. I want you...
The next thing, Subaru was definitely not expecting.
Even as his hands raised to cup Seishirou's fingers, to bring them up to his face, where new tears were beginning to form, he felt that hand clasp down hard on his open shirt. Now, he was thrown. Thrown hard, across the room.
Feeling his head hit the wall with a sickening crack, Subaru felt the tears start from his eyes, and he looked up at Seishirou. How could someone who could feel so warm, and touch him so sensually, be so cold? How? It wasn't fair.
Seishirou was staring at him, coldly, almost spitefully. It satisfied him that he could still lull the Sumeragi into the beguiling sense of safety he always could. Satisfying to think that he could still drive his Subaru-kun almost mad with desire, with just a few touches and whispered words. It was cruel, of course, but Seishirou was scared.
Scared, because he enjoyed it. Enjoyed pressing his fingers to the Sumeragi's flesh. Enjoying feeling the heart beat faster and faster. But worse, he hated himself for enjoying it. There was an part of himself, hidden deep inside him, that wanted to administer those intimate touches.
Steeling himself, staring at Subaru on the floor, his lips parted and he heard himself speak, although the words did not seem to belong to himself, they were said in his voice, using his own lips.
"Let me rest in peace."
But... those words were not Seishirou's. They came from Seishirou's mind, lips, and in Seishirou's voice. But they were not Seishirou's words.
Subaru stood, after this declaration, and stared resolutely at the Sakurazukamori, "...I'll come back after work to see how your injury is." His voice was blank, cold, numb.
Turning back into the bathroom, he locked the door after himself. Just having the presence of mind to turn on the shower and leave the cold water running, he finally lost control. Sinking down, against the tiled inside of the shower cubicle, hot tears ran from his cheeks.
And warm red blood ran from the back of his head, staining the tiles.
((Author's notes - Told you it was random. x.x I know, I know, Seishirou is kinda... OOC. Yet again. -Mutter- I always put him a bit OOC... So sue me...))
