Author's Note: Here's another "rough draft" chapter. There's about twenty-seven in all, but I won't be putting them all up at once, of course.

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 Twelve:

Pulling harder at Subaru's hand, Yuziriha, quickened her pace, pulling the disheveled onmyouji after her. "It's only a little bit farther!" she said brightly. She was so excited that the Sumeragi had agreed to walk around the Campus with her, sure that, once again, her presence would be forgotten in favor of Kamui's. She knew he was very important, and that he'd been through a lot, but she couldn't help being jealous, sometimes. All of the Seals, as well as the three heads of the Clamp Campus, were like a family to her, but they were like friends to the Kamui. Meanwhile she didn't have any friends of her own, having left the few people she cared about back home when her destiny called her to the city.

"Here we are!" She stopped so abruptly that the newest Ten no Ryu hit into her back, both of them stumbling and falling to the soft patch of ground below them. Laughing she pointed in front of where they had stopped. "The center of the Campus!"

She scrambled up with the help of Inuki, then held out her hand to the onmyouji, helping to brush the grass from his trench coat as she once again pulled him forward. "Isn't this fountain wonderful?" she asked brightly, not stopping until they were so close that they were splashed by a thin mist of water. "It's my favorite place in this entire city, I think!"

"It's lovely." The usually withdrawn Seal spared her a smile, sitting as she did and allowing himself to enjoy the view, and her presence.

She had quickly noticed that when she got him alone he was happier than when he was with anyone else, even Sorata. So, since it was already the ending of the second day he had been with them, and since she had finished all of her homework for the next day, she had grabbed him up before anyone else could say anything, pushing him out the door and having Inuki slam it in Kamui's face. There had been a most satisfying 'thud' and shout as they hurried out of sight.

Subaru had laughed at what she had done, and that had made Yuziriha feel light and funny inside. It was definitely worth the scolding that she would probably receive later.

Sorata laughed, settling an arm around Arashi's shoulders as he grinned at Daisuke's joke. It was nice that the four of them had all finally been able to agree on a movie to watch. Staying up later than usual on a school night didn't bother the two students so much, since they knew it would be time well spent with their friends. Time was a precious commodity now that the end was so close.

"Pass the popcorn?" Kakyou asked from where he sat next to the monk on the large couch. "Thanks."

Their fingertips brushed as the bowl passed between them, and they both pulled quickly back, fighting off bright blushes. The windmaster shot the two an odd look but decided it would be best to just ignore what had just taken place. He didn't want to acknowledge the fact that his friend might be growing closer to someone they had only just met than he was to Daisuke himself, who he had known for years.

"We're out of chips," Arashi bemoaned, almost pouting at the bowl.

"I'll get more," the lightning monger and the dreamgazer both said at the same time, looking at each other in surprise before standing up.

"I'll get the chips, you can get more drinks," Sorata decided, grinning at the older boy and leading the way towards the mansion's kitchen.

When they got to the large, appliance filled room the monk quickly made his way towards the cabinet which held multiple bags of snack food. If there was one thing he could say about Nokoru, it was that he knew how to house teenagers. Kakyou sauntered over towards the refrigerator, shooting a glance towards the younger Seal just in time to get a shot of Sorata bending over from behind. The yumemi blushed brightly and tried to ignore what effect that caused to his body.

After a few more minutes of preparing the treats to slake there movie-watching-cravings the two began back to the living room, walking considerably closer together than they had on their way out of the comfortable television focused room. A brush of a hand against his thigh created a rising heat within Sorata's body. The monk turned, brushing his own arms against the smooth, pale flesh of the yumemi before leaning in, capturing that delicate mouth in his.

The opening of a door interrupted the sweet moment between the two boys and they quickly jumped apart, the younger Dragon's face going from embarrassed and grim to bright when he saw who stepped through the opened portal. "Subaru! You're back!"

The onmyouji's eyes widened, face first showing surprise and then showing a softer look as he hung his coat upon one of the hooks near the front door and walked towards the brunette Seal. "Sora! What a pleasant surprise! I was sure all of you would be asleep by the time I got back in."

Sorata shook his head, grinning. "It's movie night. Neechan, Kakyou, Daisuke, and I are just hanging out and catching up on some pop culture we've been missing out on." He completely ignored Kakyou's obvious discomfort at the presence of the newest Seal as he spoke again, "Do you want to join us?"

The Sumeragi shot a look to the dreamseer, knowing that it would serve the pale man right if he were to say "yes" and cause discomfort within their little tête-à-tête, but something held him back. Looking at Sorata's face and seeing how much the boy was enjoying his evening, Subaru had a hard time consciously ruining his fun. After all, everyone deserved their childhood, even the enemy.

After...

Hinoto reclined on her large bed comfortably, watching the events of the future playing out in her mind. Between her small, delicate fingers lay a silver dagger, the hilt decorated with dazzling rubies. She smirked as she played with it, turning it in her hands and running her soft flesh over the sharp blade, so lightly that the laser-honed edge couldn't even split the weak cells of her palms. She enjoyed weapons, especially ones that could be both deadly and beautiful. The dagger, the shuriken, the katana--they all represented to her something deeper than most human beings could comprehend. Only warriors could possibly appreciate the feelings they created, and the only true warriors she had access to were the other Dragons. /Kamui/ had made it quite clear that her "Games" were not to be played with her teammates, much to her distaste.