Disclaimer: X and Tokyo Babylon, as well as all characters, events, and fictional places, belong to Clamp, and whoever else may own rights. I am simply borrowing for a non-profit means of entertainment, which only encourages further reading of actual Clamp materials.
Author's Note: So, here's the semi-revised chapter two!
Chapter Two:
"There," Sorata said, pushing a magazine into Arashi's hands.
"There what?" she asked, confused.
"Look."
On the cover was a beautiful black haired man with green eyes, dressed in an almost eccentric outfit, an example of fashion at its most expensive. "So?"
"That's Sumeragi Subaru, head of the Sumeragi Clan, powerful onmyouji...and model for some oddball cousin's clothing designs." Sorata slumped against the wall at his back, looking over the city from the construction site they were settled on. "Apparently the girl, Hokuto, or something, had no powers useful to the clan, and was sent away to boarding schools and to live with friends of the family since she was a little girl. They probably met up when the will was being read, or something, and ended up becoming close."
"Okay, so we can contact him through her, right? Do you know how to get a hold of her?" Arashi stared at the cover as she spoke, unable to take her eyes off of the picture and fighting down what could easily become a furious blush.
"No can do, Miss...Sumeragi Hokuto died last year, killed in a car accident by a drunk driver on her way to Sumeragi Subaru's birthday party," he said, as if quoting.
"Oh? How do you know that?"
"It's in the magazine, page twenty-four," he answered offhandedly. "But most important it also says she owned an apartment in Tokyo, and if the Sumeragi does decide to come here, what better place for him to go?"
Something radiated from the golden-eyed man across from Subaru, something that screamed 'Danger' within the Sumeragi's head. His power was immense, radiating from him in dark, pulsating waves of invisible energy to hit against the onmyouji's mind. He shuddered for a moment, but he stopped, almost surprised, at the feeling the other man created in his soul. He was almost comforted by his presence.
"Kamui," he murmured in surprise. The taller man standing there in his small sunglasses and sleek, black clothes was one of the most powerful beings in the world. The Dark Kamui who would bring about the destruction of the human race. Subaru wondered if he should run away or get down on his knees in reverence. 'Oh, why do I have a feeling I'll be on my knees...but for a totally different reason?'
"You're the last one to show up," the man, who Subaru guessed couldn't be more than a year or two older than him, said with a sensual smirk as those predator's eyes moved over the long haired man.
"Well, I always did prefer to be fashionably late," the Sumeragi said, doing his best to appear flippant.
He wasn't that surprised that He Who Hunted the Power of God laughed at that. Subaru noticed he had a sexy laugh. "Oh, and what else do you prefer to do, Subaru?" /Kamui/ said with a leer.
Emerald eyes narrowed at the familiarity the man showed by calling him by his personal name, but he couldn't help allowing the corners of his lips to quirk at the comment. "I'm sure you can guess, Kamui-sama."
The golden eyed man grinned wolfishly. "I'm very good at guessing. And please, you can drop the title. I am simply /Kamui/."
Subaru shrugged. "I'd think you would prefer to be called that...Kamui. You seem the type to...like...such titles..."
"Could you two stop flirting and finish the introductions already?" Subaru looked over to where Kamui had entered, a female voice drawing his attention. She was stunning, with an eternally youthful face and small, delicate body. Her hair was a long, silvery white which flowed down to her knees, her skin was the whitest the onmyouji had ever seen, and those two features, along with startling red eyes, declared a genetic quirk that so few had.
"So sorry," he began, "I didn't realize you were there." He noticed that her shoes were by Enzo and her dress was Gucci, the mostly white outfit giving her an innocent appearance. He approved.
The woman snorted, large eyes narrowing at him. "Are you sure you weren't just preoccupied?"
"And why wouldn't he be?" the Dark Kamui put in, moving to stand next to the Sumeragi, so close their arms brushed against each others'.
Subaru shot the Chi no Kamui a look from under long lashes before turning his attention back to the woman. "I'm Sumeragi Subaru."
"And I am Hinoto."
"He's dying, isn't he?" It wasn't really a question.
"Yes. He has no will to live. If that doesn't change soon he will no longer be able to," the soft voice said from where a pale figure sat near the bedside.
"Can we change that?"
"Yes. Although it may be dangerous. I must walk through his dream and into his heart. I can try to bring him back through that, persuade him to continue with his life."
"How dangerous?"
"If his defenses are strong enough, he could kill me. He has total power within the domain of his heart, I could not defend myself if he chose to destroy me." Long fingers moved to rest over the forehead of a small teenage boy lying in the bed, eyes closed and face almost as still as in death.
"Then the risk is too great...We'll have to find another way," the younger man argued.
"It would be too late by then. It is worth it, even if I am lost, if we can get him back then it would be worth it." Before the other could argue the man began, first brushing a few stray locks of hair from his face and then setting a mask of concentration over his pretty features. "I must do this."
Daisuke watched, eyes filled with fear and anger as the other Ten no Ryu risked his life for the bratty boy who was to be their Kamui. Leaning back he closed his eyes, not for the first time wishing that things didn't have to be the way they were, that his best friend wasn't going to enter a great danger zone and that he didn't have to sit there, helpless, as someone he cared for could easily be getting killed.
