Author's Note: So, what I said in the last chapter was a lie, I am putting this chapter up reformatted, but before I rewrite it. THIS IS FAR FROM THE FINAL VERSION. M'kay?
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.
Chapter Four:
Laughter bubbled up inside his throat as he moved, arms and legs graceful even in the crazed dancing he exhibited. His body brushed against another's, but he hardly cared, turning to smile at the person, noticing the lust quickly filling their eyes as they got a good look at him, maybe the only one they'd be able to get all night because of the crowd. He danced longer, until he thought he was getting too hot, that his careful wards to keep the environment around him from affecting his body too much might be having problems fighting off the heat of the dance floor. He gracefully flowed through the other dancers and out towards the bar.
Sumeragi Subaru was in his element, dressed as he was most comfortable and in a place where he didn't have to worry about how he acted, or with whom. As he walked the skirt that fell to mid-calf brushed against his legs, the patterns of silver spider webs against the black velvet flashing in the strobe lighting. He brushed a stray lock of his long bangs from his face with slender fingers sporting multiple rings and sharp, black nails. The sleeves of his blood red poet blouse brushed the back of his hands as he moved them back to his side, brushing them over his black frock coat first, smoothing out the sleek material.
At the bar two girls took the orders, rushing from side to side to mix the complicated drinks as they tried to put on the best 'Cocktail' worthy show possible. Flipping a bottle behind her back to create an El Diablo the brunette looked up and caught his eye, a smile appearing on her face as her hazel eyes traveled down his body. She almost dropped the glass when she handed it to the customer. Subaru smirked.
The brunette bartender nudged the blond as she walked past, nodding towards him. He had gotten closer now, close enough for the girls to see his luminous emerald eyes bordered with heavy black eyeliner and his pouty lips painted with a dark lipstick. The brunette murmured something, the blond looked flustered, almost blushing, but then let out a melodious chuckle. The brunette snickered and handed another drink to another customer. They both made their way over to the place he had found himself at the crowded bar, people having moved out of the way for the ethereal Gothic figure.
"H-Hi, what would you like?" they asked in unison, exchanging looks at the apparently odd gesture.
"Hm..." he looked around at the other club goers, then pointed to a pretty, blond haired woman a few people down from him. Locking eyes he smiled into the cold lavender eyes that greeted him. He then looked from her face to the long, pale, silk-wrapped neck, and to the slender hands. "I'll have whatever she's having." He drew his gaze away from her, turning back to the bartenders.
The brunette paused, following his gaze and then stuttering out, "Fallen Angel," which brought a wry smile to the Sumeragi's lips as he continued to gaze at the blonde. The two stared at the woman for a moment, before stumbling over each other to fulfill his order. He had to strain his ears over the pulsating rhythm of the music to hear their hushed conversation. He was sure no one else in the building would have been able to make out anything they were saying, but his senses were fine-tuned from years of discipline and also a few magical tweaks he had given himself over his lifetime.
"There, see, I told you!" the brunette hissed.
"Oh," was all the blonde could manage.
"C'mon, he's right there, Gothed out, and all you can do is manage single-syllable grunts?" She pouted. "Subby-sama! I got us in here for you! I hate self inserts!"
"Gomen, Cheshire-san!" The blond hastily put in, before turning back towards the Sumeragi and blushing. "Arigato!"
Subaru was a little more than confused about the entire conversation, but decided it would be best just to let it slide as he was handed his drink and the girls left, refusing to take any payment. As he sipped he could still here their conversations as background noises, every once and a while hearing his name, another name starting with an 'S' that he couldn't quite make out, and something called 'fanfics.'
"Women," he murmured, shaking his head and leaning back against the bar, glancing out at the club around him.
He was in a good mood, the morning had been highly amusing with the two Ten no Ryu trying to interview him and the lines he had been able to feed them. He hadn't known messing with the enemy would be so much fun.
Previously...
"Sumeragi-sama, as I have stated, we would like to ask you a few things about the Battle for the End of the World," the woman began, soft lips moving over each syllable as she spoke with no inflection or real emotion. He decided that he liked her.
"Yeah, are you a Dragon, or what?" the boy with her asked. Subaru smiled, he liked this one even more.
"Yes, I am a Dragon," he answered, sitting down in the white leather chair next to the couch and regarding the two Seals carefully.
"Great!" the boy grinned brilliantly, and Subaru ran his eyes over that well-hidden body, wondering why the younger man concealed himself behind such distracting clothing.
"We know that the Chi no Ryu has yet to find their last member, or at least we are very sure of it...now that we have our last member, we have an advantage," the woman again, the boy was too busy squirming from the intensity of the Sumeragi's look.
"Ah, of course," he said offhandedly, a little confused. 'Is it that they just can't tell, or are my shields really that good that I can hide the fact I am a Dragon of Earth from them?'
"Great! Well, Sumeragi-sama, we're staying at Clamp Campus! You can join us, if you want!" 'Two offers for room and board in one day...I'm flattered.'
"That's quite all right...I'm sorry, I didn't catch your names?"
"Oh, how rude of us!" the woman exclaimed. "I am Kishuu Arashi, this is-."
"Arisugawa Sorata! It's great to meet you, Sumeragi-sama!"
"Please, call me Subaru. There's no need for such formalities," 'among enemies,' he finished mentally.
"Um, okay, Subaru-san," the boy called Sorata said, a faint blush tinting his cheeks as the older man smiled sensually at him.
The man pounded into the girl below him, ignoring her cries of pain as he drove in again and again, grunting from pleasure and exertion. He leaned his head back, closing his eyes as he prepared for a completion that would never come. The girl stared up as wet, sticky liquid that was definitely not semen splattered across her face, moving a hand up and finding it a bright red. She gasped as the man above her began to fall to the side, head descending just a little faster than the body and landing a full meter away. Just before she could let out a shrill scream her own existence was ended in a flash of crimson.
Sakurazuka Seishirou sighed and looked down at his black latex pants, grimacing at the few tiny specks of blood he was able to make out on them. That was the worst part of his job, sometimes he could make such a mess when he wasn't careful. Moving past the two naked bodies he entered the tiny bathroom that adjoined the room, cleaning the blood off of his hands and all-black outfit as best he could.
Looking in the mirror he frowned at his reflection, golden eyes glaring back at him. It hadn't been necessary to kill the girl, she had not been able to see anything, but he had been feeling more aggressive lately, with the gathering of the Dragons and the approaching End. Even if she had screamed, though, the noise from the club downstairs would have drowned anything else out. He shook his head, he didn't know why he was thinking like that. He didn't care that he killed her, but he was beginning to wonder what his motives behind it had been.
Thinking back for a moment, he wondered if it was because of the nagging feeling in the back of his mind that had been haunting him since he had entered the building. He had written it off as a discomfort with the clothes he had decided to wear to keep up the appearance as if he belonged there. The vinyl pants were a little too tight than he would have preferred the fishnet shirt very different from the dress blouses he was usually in. The only consolation was that he was able to get away with a trench coat, even if that had to be vinyl, as well.
'Sometimes I really can't stand this job...' he thought as he finished cleaning up and worked his way, carefully, out of the room. Once in the hallway he figured going out through the club would be the best way to avoid detection, not wanting to resort to large amounts of power with the recent fighting that had been breaking out between Chi no Ryu and Ten no Ryu.
The club was crowded, and although a few of the people assembled there looked over at the attractive man with the amazing eyes, none would be able to remember him come morning. He flowed through the groups of people with a dancer's graceful ease, coming to rest at the large bar in the center of the room. Two girls hurriedly prepared the orders, rushing back and forth and occasionally shooting glances at someone at the other end of the bar. Looking over, slightly curious at what was distracting the obviously busy women, he raised an eyebrow at the sight.
'Well, looks like there's a good reason for being here, after all,' he thought, moving from his spot and towards the man who was drawing so much attention. 'Why do I have this feeling I know him from somewhere?' He brushed his mind over the emerald-eyed man's aura, noticing the tight shielding there. 'Such good shielding, without a single leak. It makes him look more suspicious than if he had half of his powers showing.' All of the best magic users had fled the city...except for the few who were going to decide the Fate of the world.
'A Dragon...but from which side?' He came up on the younger man's side, throwing him a sexy glance before motioning to the bartenders, who exchanged looks and giggled in a disturbing way before taking his order. "Odd women."
The emerald-eyed Dragon snorted. "You think that's bad, you should listen to their conversations...They're all about yaoi and otaku and for some reason they mention different citrus fruits..." he provided, glancing over the older man with obvious interest. "I know you, don't I?"
"In a way, I would say so," Seishirou answered him, predator's eyes piercing.
The other Dragon paused, looking at him critically. "Sakurazukamori...?" his tone was surprised, but almost respectful. "I never thought that, after all this time, we'd meet in a place like this..." Those black lips pursed at those words.
The assassin blinked. There was only one person he could think of that would react in such a way to his presence. "Sumeragi. I must say, this is quite a lovely surprise." He took the other onmyouji's hand, probing for just an instant, his eyes widening in what, for someone of so little emotion, had to be shock. "Yes, quite a surprise...especially considering that we seem to be allies..."
The Sumeragi looked at him from under heavily painted lashes, a sensual smirk on his effeminate face. "Hm...although I can't say, now that I have finally met you, Sakurazuka-san, that I am averse to working with you..."
Seishirou leaned in to the young Angel. He opened his mouth to make another comment, maybe including a few blatant pick up lines, when one of those slender, pale hands grabbed his arm and pulled him onto the dance floor. He blinked, twice, and then decided that, considering how a lot of the males in the club were dancing, it wouldn't be a bad thing to dance with the Sumeragi. He watched the man weaving through the crowd, eyes roving his body. Not a bad thing at all.
/Kamui/ looked up from where he lounged on a large bench within one of Tokyo's many parks as light tingling feeling came over him. A smirk appearing on his features he stood and quickly walked towards the source of the power that was pulling at his senses, freezing as he came to the end of one of the side paths, looking into the clearing before him. Lying on the grass, eyes closed and expression peaceful, was one of his enemies, the Seals. In fact, he knew this one, an Arisugawa Sorata who Monou Fuuma had previously started a friendship with, only to have it end with the life of the boy who had previously inhabited the Dark Kamui's body.
Of all the Dragons of Heaven he had expected to forget duty for a momentary respite in a well hidden environment it was not the Star of Kouyasan. The brunette had doggedly chased his destiny, never giving up or feeling anguish because of his imminent death. It would be too easy to strike the final blow to the monk, and so the leader of the Angels decided not to.
"Hello, Sora-chan," /Kamui/ purred mockingly.
