Author's Note: Just like last chapter, THIS IS A ROUGH DRAFT! While it's almost exactly the same as what was posted here before, except finally reformatted, I have decided I don't particularly like how I have most of these chapters written. Or, more particularly, how young I was when I was writing them. Please note that a lot of the chapters were written in a few days because of a high demand on a mailing list I was a very active member on.
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 Five:
Sorata jumped to his feet and fell swiftly into a fighting stance, staring at the figure before him. His heart was pumping so fast within him he thought it would explode from his chest and his ears were still ringing with the voice that had just spoken...A voice he was all too familiar with. Staring into /Kamui/'s golden eyes with shock he tried to figure out why he had not felt any presence in the warded field, only to remember the ease at which Fuuma, the man's previous incarnation, had entered through such supposedly unbreakable energy walls before--mabaroshi and even kekkai could not keep the twin star of Kamui out.
"Monou." His voice was light hearted but his eyes betrayed a coldness which most of the Seals would deny could ever exist within the monk.
"Spending a relaxing moment alone, Sora-chan?" The adversary of all humanity approached Sorata, coming within a breathspan of distance and then stopping, eyes blazing into the chocolate orbs of the younger Dragon's own. "That's a wise move, considering you can not know how few more days of peace you might have."
"Is that what you're doing as well, then?" the brunette asked, suppressing the urge to take a step back as he felt /Kamui/'s breath caressing his face with every fall of that broad chest.
A smirk. "You could say that." He parted his lips to say more but the Seal was already speaking.
"Well, in that case, why don't you join me?" Sitting down as an excuse to move a safer distance away from the Angel Sorata gazed up at him, waving a hand towards the ground next to him in invitation.
Shocked for a moment it was all the Dark Kamui could do to give a slight nod and gracefully lower himself to the cool grass below. "Aren't you being a little too trusting, Sora-chan? I could easily kill you as we speak."
"But you wouldn't do that, would you?" The younger boy leaned back on his elbows, staring at the Chi no Ryu. "After all, it wouldn't be very noticeable...the others probably wouldn't even realize I was dead for a bit. I thought you enjoyed killing most when you knew that Kamui was there and watching...pained by your savagery."
The one who was once Fuuma was unable to contain the laugh that made it's way up his chest and out his mouth. "Oh, I enjoy killing no matter what...but you're right, it would be best to wait until Kamui is with us to end your life. And I still have your Wish to fulfill, don't I? The Wish to fulfill the destiny told to you by the Stargazer."
The Seal nodded in reply, not thinking he needed to speak at all in order to convey his feelings. He was, after all, speaking to the single being who out of all others on the planet probably knew people the best. That fact was one of the reasons he could sit there, almost relaxed, with his enemy. He thought he almost understood the Angel's motives for what he did and the opportunity to test that theory had just presented itself in an irresistible manner.
"Your Wish, Sorata..." /Kamui/'s voice became more intimate than before, easily hiding his unease at the Ten no Ryu's attitude. "It's not what you would like everyone to believe it is. In some ways what you say is true, but there are a few details you always leave out...and a few more you add in. What will happen, I wonder, when they find out just how easily they've been deceived by you?"
Chocolate eyes glanced into the distance. "I've done nothing bad...nothing worse than some of the things the others have done are. They won't mind, I'm sure of that. They'll probably even be understanding. Fate is Fate, and it's easier that they don't know quite the extent it plays on even our thoughts." His murmured words reach their target and the Chi no Kamui stood, a smirk appearing on his features.
"Your destiny, out of so many of the others'...It intrigues me the most." He paused, eyes roving over the body before him. "I have to take my leave, but this conversation isn't over. You don't yet truly desire what your Wish is, and until that happens I will be unable to fulfill my duty of granting it."
Sorata stared after him, eyes clouding in a sharp emotional pain as the words hit home. His Wish. His destiny. He both hated them, because of what they would cause, and loved them, because that was what he had been raised to do. Standing, he stretched out his limbs and then walked away from his clearing towards the Campus, wanting to drown himself in the familiar feeling he gained from the other Seals once more. Maybe that would make the coldness creeping into him go away.
Kakyou looked over at the boy on his right, stifling a sigh that threatened to work it's way from his tired lips. For all the fun Kamui could be when you finally got him acting like a normal teenager, it was still a lot of work just being with him. The dreamgazer found it hard to believe that that emotionally exhausting boy could really hold the fate of the world in his hands, or at least he would have if he didn't know Fate so very intimately.
"Kakyou-san?" His strange eyes looked up in time to see the Kamui lean closer, those amethyst eyes locked on his thin, pale body as he slowly closed the book he had been reading.
"Yes, Kamui-san?" he asked politely, cocking his head to the side gently as he waited patiently for a reply.
"Sorata said that they've found the seventh Seal...Is it true? Does this mean we can stop looking, now?" The older Dragon of Heaven had to brace himself to keep the grimace off of his face. What exactly was he supposed to say? 'Yes, Kamui-san, but I cannot tell you.' He knew that just saying he couldn't tell the boy if it was right or not would cause suspicion, not to mention lose him some of the trust the others had put into him. They would not be able to understand.
"And how would you feel if we could?" he instead asked, feeling that changing the subject slightly would be the best way to protect himself and the others.
Kamui gave a brilliant smile. "Relieved...The sooner we get everyone, the sooner this can be over with."
Kakyou gave him a solemn look. "You do know what that entails, Kamui-san?"
The younger boy paused, expression losing its happy edge. "I..."
"Yo, Kakyou!" The two Seals looked up as the resident teenage monk came running up to them. Sorata and the blond exchanged looks, the dreamgazer's lips turning up in a smile, eyes traveling over the malkavian Seal's face. "Nokoru's calling a meeting, somethin' 'bout the Shinken...We all gotta be there!" He reached down, grabbing the older man's thin arm. "C'mon!"
Kakyou got up, hand moving for just an instant to cover the Kansai monk's where it rested on his arm, and then he motioned for Kamui to follow them, crouching down to pick up his book, only to find it already being taken up by another. Glancing up with surprised eyes he noticed Sorata's grin wider than usual, his free hand-because his other one was still locked around the blonde's forearm-holding the large book.
"Domo Arigato, Sorata-kun," Kakyou whispered softly, eyes almost reverent on the bright man who had already been so nice to him in only the few weeks they had known each other.
"Shouldn't we be getting to the meeting?" Kamui's voice was harder than usual, and he stalked off before either of the older Seals had a chance to say anything. Exchanging looks, Sorata just shrugged and pulled Kakyou off after the violet-eyed boy.
Their bodies moved as if one, swaying and gyrating to the music in purely sexual ways. Their eyes remained locked the entire time, never once leaving each others' as they continued on for almost an hour, not even breaking a sweat because of such intense concentration. Others glanced at them, taken aback by the predatory beauty that they displayed, the hostile and lustful energy surrounding the two men.
Seishirou moved in closer-if it was possible to get closer-to the Sumeragi, leaning down and brushing his lips against the younger Dragon's. Those emerald eyes widened slightly by the suddenly different action, and then fell half-closed as the Sakurazukamori nipped at that delectable mouth before pressing harshly against it. The white onmyouji allowed his mouth to slowly open, a slight noise, too soft to be a moan, escaping as the golden-eyed man plunged his tongue into the dark cavern of the teenager's mouth. Their tongues battled as their bodies continued to sway, pressed against each other so hard that they had trouble telling where one left off and the other began.
Finally they both pulled back, separating at the exact same instant and gasping for breath. What an hour worth of dancing on a simmering dance floor couldn't do, a few minutes of tonsil hockey easily managed. Both pairs of eyes were still locked, but instantly shifted to the stairs at the other side of the dance floor and back to each other. Moving in closer, Subaru leaned up and put his lips against Seishirou's ear, close enough that when he moved them in speech they brushed the skin in a most enjoyable way.
"Upstairs..."
"Hai."
The two forced their way through the crowd, ignoring the miscellaneous gropes that fell upon their bodies as they moved with a single minded purpose to get out of the mass of crushing people so they'd be able to do something more...intimate...than kissing without having to worry about someone else wanting to join in. Neither was quite in the mood to talk, and would probably end up killing anyone who approached them, which might then incite a riot and cause mass destruction...Subaru stopped the thoughts going through his head, realizing that it wouldn't be all that bad, but then reminding himself that if someone burned down the club, they would have to go somewhere else for comfortable sex.
As soon as they got up the metal spiral staircase the assassin took the lead. He walked past the first room with an open door, Subaru caught a whiff of a very familiar coppery smell...and decided not to ask. They walked in the last door in the hallway, closing and bolting the door securely before Subaru fell backwards onto the bed, Seishirou leaning over him, a look in his eyes very similar to how he looked when closing in on his selected prey, but not quite.
They were both smiling.
Hinoto stared out at the city with something akin to distaste written over her soft, youthful features. "Do they even realize how close they are to their complete and utter destruction?"
"Of course not...If they did, it wouldn't be as fun a life, would it?" The white-haired girl looked over at the blond speaker.
"No, I guess not..." She shook her head. "I never realized how much one could see of human nature just by spending a day walking around Tokyo. It was...quite enlightening." She walked up closer to the man. "Arigato, Yuu-chan," she said, allowing her voice to take on a perky cadence that made her seem even younger than she usually looked.
He cringed and moved a hand to his ear. "Turn it down a decibel, will you?"
"So sorry," she said, and obviously wasn't. A smirk was written over red-painted lips and she turned instantly away from him and moved towards the edge of the building they were standing on top of. She turned her back on the edge, facing him once more. "Go back to one of your little bitches, Yuuto. You won't be getting any from me tonight." And then she stepped back, plummeting downward.
Yuuto shook his head, a smirk appearing on his face. "Ah, not 'tonight,' then, princess..."
