Author's Note: Sleep is so very over-rated, you know? Also, credit for the "stupid people" line goes to my cousin.
Warning: Liz again. And a pathetic attempt at humor. Also, Fuuma again. And you all know what that means. Smut. Dirty, dirty smut. Oh, and a suicide attempt.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. And somehow, I think, if CLAMP had any idea what I was doing with their characters, they'd decapitate me and mount my head over the fireplace with Sorata's hat in my mouth, Seishirou's sunglasses on my face, chewed gum on my nose, and a can of beer balancing on my head. Oh, and my right hand would be mounted next to my head with my fingers positioned into a "peace" sign.

Part Eight: Yaburu

A week after the incident at the teahouse, Subaru was sitting in his bedroom, going over the faxes he received. Even though Tokyo was such a mess, the government still had to run and therefore, the Sakurazukamori still received jobs. The numerous faxes from the past few days were scattered around Subaru as he sat cross-legged on the bed. Sei napped quietly in her favourite corner of the windowsill.

"This man has committed several acts of embezzlement," Subaru read."Please dispose of him."He turned to another fax, his mind switching to a sarcastic mode."I dislike this guy because he hit on my wife. Please murder him."Another fax; more sarcasm. "I have nothing against this guy; I just want you to kill him. I'll pay extra."

Subaru looked at the clock on the bedside table. It was almost nine o'clock. Tossing the faxes aside, he flopped back onto the mattress. He covered his face with one arm and sighed heavily. Really, he was getting sick of this. How did Seishirou deal with so many idiots wanting to get each other killed?

Some people are stupid, Subaru thought to himself. Stupid people piss off other people. Other people hire assassins to kill stupid people. I get paid. Wonderful.

He was about to drift off to sleep when he heard the door to the apartment open. It had to be Fuuma again. The younger man probably wanted him to go destroy a kekkai or something. After all, Subaru hadn't destroyed one in a couple of weeks. Getting up, the Sakurazukamori headed into the living room. As he suspected, Fuuma stood there, dressed in tight black jeans and a loose black shirt. The shirt was torn in a couple places and so were the jeans. Blood covered spots on the younger man's body and there was a cut on Fuuma's left cheek.

"What do you want?" Subaru asked.

"Kamui didn't want to play," Fuuma replied. "You'll have to do. I can feel your Wish from all the way across town."

"Oh?" came Subaru's apathetic response.

"Yeah. You need to get laid."

"You just want to get into my pants again, don't you?"

"Well, when you put it that way…" Fuuma grinned.

"Get the hell out of here," Subaru said, turning away.

Before he could move further, Subaru felt Fuuma shove him. The Sakurazukamori fell onto the couch and Fuuma quickly straddled him. The amber-eyed teen pinned Subaru's arms above his head and kissed him deeply. Subaru didn't fight back. At least, not yet. He'd wait until Fuuma was least expecting it, and then throw the Dark Kamui off of him.

Fuuma kept Subaru's hands over his head as he called upon his telekinesis. Carefully controlling his power, he ripped the older man's shirt into ribbons. Scraps of fabric fell to the floor as Subaru struggled to get away from Fuuma. But the Dark Kamui was stronger than he was and his efforts were fruitless.

It had been a long day. The teahouse had been unusually busy, even for a city that was all but evacuated. Liz trudged up the stairs to the floor where the apartment she shared with her roommates, Koichi and Ame, was. She was extremely tired, so she didn't think about it when she found the apartment door unlocked. It wasn't until she reached the living room that the young American woman found out that she had walked into the wrong apartment.

"Aaaauuugghhhhh!" she screamed, seeing the two men on the couch, with one straddling the other. She covered her eyes. "Oh, my god! I'm so sorry! Wrong apartment! Augh!"

She rushed out of the apartment, grabbing her shoes on the way out. Fuuma blinked as the girl tripped over apparently nothing and flew out the apartment door. He stared at the open door for a moment before a squeal came from next door and a different girl came in, carrying a camera in hand. The blue-haired girl snapped a couple of photos and then simply…disappeared. She hadn't left the apartment, she just, for lack of better term, bwinked away.

Fuuma blinked once again then turned his attention back to Subaru. The older man was breathing heavily, tired from his struggles, but far from giving up. He flailed and fought as Fuuma dragged him over to the bedroom. The Dark Kamui opened the door and rolled his eyes as Sei hissed at him and ran out of the room. Shutting the door, Fuuma threw Subaru onto the bed.

"Get out!" Subaru shouted, momentarily free. "Get out, now!"

Fuuma, instead, walked over to Subaru and pinned him to the mattress. Subaru screamed at him and fought once more to get the Dark Kamui off of him. However, the teen pulled out a pair of handcuffs and clicked one around Subaru's left wrist. Then he weaved the cuffs around the wooden headrest of the bed and cuffed Subaru's other wrist.

The older man struggled to get free of the handcuffs but to no avail. The cuffs would not come loose in the slightest. Subaru let out a gasp as he felt the Dark Kamui's tongue lap at his nipple. His body defied him and shook as Fuuma traced little patterns over his skin with his tongue. A moan escaped his lips as he felt his defenses weaken.

(("Subaru-kun…Just be a little more careful around Fuuma…"))

"No!" Subaru cried out, suddenly. "Get off me!"

Fuuma ignored Subaru's pleas and continued to do as he wished. Subaru screamed at him and fought the handcuffs that kept him bound to the bed, succeeding in nothing but hurting his wrists as the metal cut into his skin. He winced in pain but kept struggling.

"Now, now, Subaru-kun," Fuuma purred. "Keep fighting like that and you'll hurt yourself even more."

"I don't care!" Subaru shouted. "Get away from me!"

"Don't be like that," Fuuma told him. "You know you like what I do."

He unbuttoned Subaru's pants, relishing in the older man's protests. He quickly removed the pants and boxers from Subaru's body. His fingers immediately went to work, running up and down the older man's body.

"Nnnn…NO! STOP IT!" Subaru shouted.

Fuuma chuckled darkly. His amber eyes gleamed. He stood and stripped down. He watched Subaru fight to free himself from the handcuffs to no avail. The Sakurazukamori's wrists were beginning to turn red and it wouldn't be long before Subaru began to bleed.

"I'll make this quick, shall I?" Fuuma asked. "I wouldn't want to prolong your suffering."

"Sure you would, you sadistic little prick!" Subaru spat as Fuuma crawled on top of him.

"Ooh, just for that, we'll add twenty minutes to your sentence."

"Bastard."

"Make that thirty," Fuuma grinned.

He pressed his hips close to Subaru's, so that their erections touched. Subaru choked and tried to knock the Dark Kamui off of him. Fuuma remained on top of him and was growing annoyed with Subaru.

"Look, we can do this the easy way and you can give in," he told the older man. "Or you can continue to fight me and get raped. Which would you prefer?"

"Neither! Get off of me!"

"Tsk, tsk, Subaru-kun."

Fuuma did get up, however. He went over to the closet and opened it. What he was presented with was exactly what he was expecting.

"Ah, you do keep some of Seishirou's clothes," he said. "I was so hoping you did. The man had great taste."

He rummaged in the closet for a moment while Subaru tried to think of a way out of the situation. By the time Fuuma came back with one of Seishirou's ties in hand, Subaru had given up thinking and gone back to yelling at the younger man. Fuuma ignored Subaru's shouts to get away from him, leave the apartment, and get lost. He lay back on top of the Sakurazukamori and quickly, but efficiently, gagged him with his predecessor's tie. Subaru's now muffled cries still continued, but Fuuma could ignore them more easily.

"Now," he said. "How shall we start this?"

Smirking, the Dark Kamui leaned down and gently nipped at Subaru's neck. At the touch, Subaru screamed, but tilted his head back to give the younger man more access. It was purely instinct; Subaru wanted nothing more but for Fuuma to leave him alone, but his body defied him.

Fuuma chuckled darkly and moved on, nipping various spots on Subaru's chest; sometimes sucking on those spots hard enough to leave a mark. Subaru cried out into the makeshift gag each time and jerked his body with every short shock of pain. Tears were beginning to well up in his eyes. The Dark Kamui saw this and licked the tears away, tasting their bitter-sweetness.

"You act as though you don't enjoy this, Subaru-kun," Fuuma said.

Stop it… Subaru thought. He couldn't shout at Fuuma anymore; his thoughts were all he had. Don't call me that…

Continuing with his work, Fuuma brushed his hand across Subaru's lower abdomen and down to the older man's erection. He wrapped his fingers around Subaru and pulsed. Subaru let out a scream into the gag. He thrashed against his bindings, wincing as the metal cut into his skin and made him bleed.

Stop it! Subaru's mind shrieked. Don't!

Fuuma pulsed again and again. Subaru fought to keep his body from reacting to the touch he didn't want. All attempts to keep his self-control failed, however. His back arched and his hips rose into Fuuma's touch. Tears fell from Subaru's eyes. He wanted Fuuma to stop, but his body wanted the Dark Kamui to continue. He longed for the younger man to abandon his current task; his body wanted the pain of what Fuuma was doing.

Stop…stop…please! Subaru's mind pleaded.

As though he knew what Subaru was thinking, the Dark Kamui continued to torture him. His hands stopped and instead, his mouth found Subaru's erection. He sucked gently on the very tip and grinned, hearing the scream that came from Subaru's mouth through the makeshift gag. Fuuma continued to play with Subaru for a while, bringing the older man to the edge and back down.

It was time to move on, now. Fuuma sat up and reached into the drawer of the bedside table. He rummaged around, glad to find that Subaru hadn't cleaned it out at all, and found the tube of lubricant that he knew Seishirou kept. He unscrewed the top and applied the lubricant to his erection. Then, he positioned himself above Subaru, spreading the older man's legs. Without preparing Subaru in the slightest, Fuuma slammed into him.

Eyes wide with pain, Subaru screamed at the top of his lungs into the tie in his mouth. His entire body jerked violently, the pain almost too much to bear. His wrists were bleeding openly now, pain filled him from the invasion of his body, and his throat was becoming raw from screaming. His nerves were on fire; his body was in such painful ecstasy.

Fuuma pulled out of Subaru momentarily then shoved back inside. He repeated this action, building up the tension. He was ruthless. He could feel Subaru weakening beneath him. The older man's screams were becoming fewer, his tears overcoming him. Fuuma savored the reactions he was receiving from his cruel sexual doings.

For what seemed like forever to Subaru, Fuuma continued thrusting in and pulling out of Subaru's body. Finally, Subaru felt himself orgasm, choking as he did so. He was openly crying by this time. Fuuma came inside him one last time, spilling his essence into the older man's body. He pulled out and stood up. Silently, he went into the bathroom, washed himself off with a damp towel and came back out.

Looking at Subaru as the older man cried, Fuuma dressed and pulled out the key to the handcuffs that bound Subaru to the bed. He released Subaru, took the gag from his mouth, and covered him with one of the blankets that had fallen off the bed during their activity. Subaru clutched the blanket close. He didn't watch as the Dark Kamui left, but knew that the younger man had gone, as he heard the front door of the apartment slam shut.

Subaru lay on the bed, damp from the sweat and cum that covered him. He knew that he was bleeding from Fuuma's intrusion. The pain was still immense. He kept crying, knowing that it did nothing for him. It took several minutes for him to calm his sobs. Once he stopped crying, he just lay there, staring at the wall for a long time.

Even though his tears had ceased, he couldn't stop shaking. His body was still sore from the rough sex, his wrists were bruised and raw, and his breath was ragged. Grabbing a pair of flannel pants, Subaru went into the bathroom that was connected to his bedroom. He quickly pulled on the pants and then ran cold water, splashing it on his face.

A few moments later, Subaru turned the water off and looked at himself in the mirror. The reflection that stared back at him startled him. He could hardly believe that this gaunt and forlorn facsimile of a human being was what he had become.

His eyes, one gold and the other a dull grey-green, were slightly drooped, due to lack of sleep. Having not eaten properly for a long while, his ribs and cheekbones were showing. The pants he wore, which had fit snuggly a little over a month ago, were barely clinging to his hips.

It was horrible to look at himself.

I've gone so far downhill; it's impossible to pull myself back up, Subaru thought.

He had sunk low. Even after Seishirou had told Subaru to be careful around the Dark Kamui, Subaru had let his guard drop and wound up having sex with Fuuma. Hokuto, Seishirou, Kuniko and the Tree had told him to take care of himself; he hadn't eaten in three days. He hadn't been sleeping much lately, either.

He was constantly miserable. Every night, he longed to be with Seishirou, but the older man was no longer visiting the few dreams he had. What little sleep he did get was so fitful, it was hardly worth it; he never felt refreshed after sleeping. His days were full of long periods of nothing and he found himself, for reasons beyond him, looking forward to fulfilling the government request killings that flooded him.

Subaru's life had become nothing more than a sham.

Not even his own family now recognized him. His grandmother had gotten wind of his succession as the Sakurazukamori and had disowned him, finding one of his distant cousins to become the next clan master in his stead. She wouldn't even talk to him anymore. And if she wouldn't, no one else in the family would; she was still a powerful authority figure in the family.

Subaru was alone. With everyone he cared about either gone or pretending he didn't exist, he had no one. He couldn't go back to the Seals. He had nothing to protect, and therefore, could not erect a kekkai. And even if he did go back to the Seals, he didn't think they would accept him anymore; he had destroyed kekkai, when he should have been protecting them. He had accepted the powers of the Sakurazukamori and was no longer the person he once was.

No. None of the Seals would want him back now.

Subaru left the bathroom. He was still shaking, but not as hard as before. Hoping that some tea would calm him down, he went into the kitchen. Carefully, he pulled down a mug and put some tealeaves into it. He put a kettle of water onto the stove and turned the stove on. As he waited for the water to boil, Subaru closed his eyes and let his thoughts drift again.

The thoughts that came to him now were no different than the ones before. All of his thoughts were of a bleak future where his daily schedule would be to wake up, poke at food that he'd eventually throw away, mope, have sex with Fuuma, mope some more, go out and kill someone to feed the Tree, come home, mope and get less than two hours of dreamless, fitful sleep. And as he thought of this future, Subaru decided that, if this was how his life was going to be, it wasn't worth it.

Subaru spotted a hobby knife lying on the counter. He had used it earlier to open a box he had received in the mail that contained a set of black tea cups with painted sakura branches on them. A letter had accompanied the package, apologizing to Seishirou for the late delivery of the cups. Apparently, Seishirou had ordered them before he died and they were only just sent. Subaru picked up the knife and extended the blade.

Hashimoto Kuniko was sitting in her living room, reading a magazine, when her phone rang. Suspecting that it was her ex-husband, Hiroto, calling to explain why he was so late bringing Tsukasa home, she stood and went over to the kitchen to answer the phone.

"Hashimoto desu."

There was a gasping on the other end of the line.

"Who is this?" Kuniko asked.

"Please…" a male voice begged. "I'm…sorry…I don't want to die…"

"What? Who is this?"

"I'm sorry…Hokuto-chan…"

"Ho...Subaru-san!" Kuniko exclaimed.

"Help me…" Subaru begged. "There's blood…Oh my god…it hurts…"

"Subaru-san! Are…are you at home?"

"Seishirou-san…I'm sorry…I just…"

There was a thud on the other line. Subaru said nothing more. He hadn't hung up; Kuniko could still hear him breathing.

"Subaru-san? Subaru-san!"

Worried now, Kuniko hung up the phone and rushed out of her apartment, grabbing her shoes and jacket on her way out. She ran outside, barefoot, and hailed a taxi. One came up and she got in, reciting the address that Subaru had given her shortly after they met again, as she pulled on her shoes.

"Hurry, please!" Kuniko told the driver.

It didn't take too long to get to the apartment building; it was barely six city blocks away. Kuniko handed the driver a few bills, knowing that she had over-paid, but not particularly caring. She ran up the stairs of the building and hurried up to Subaru's apartment.

The door was unlocked. Kuniko opened it and was immediately met by a black kitten, probably no more that eight or nine months old. The cat leapt into her arms and mewled at her with urgency.

"Where is he?" Kuniko asked. "Where's Subaru-san!"

The kitten jumped down from Kuniko's arms and ran into the kitchen. Kuniko followed and found Subaru collapsed on the floor. He clutched a bloodstained towel to his left arm. His breath was hard and his eyes were closed. The phone lay on the floor next to him.

"Subaru-san!" Kuniko cried.

She kneeled down next to her friend. Subaru was muttering something.

"Sei…shirou…san…I just…want to be…with you…"

"Oh, god!" Kuniko exclaimed. She grabbed the phone and dialed.

"Emergency assistance," a voice said.

"I need an ambulance! He tried to kill himself! There's a lot of blood!"

"Where are you, ma'am?"

Kuniko once again recited Subaru's address. A few minutes later, she could hear sirens approaching.

Author's Note: Don't any of you worry. Subaru will be fine. I won't let him die; I'm not that nice.

Kakyou-luverx: -blinks at first line of review- Well, I'm glad I got Fuuma across as a manwhore. It was my intention. You have no clue just how depressing this fic is going to be. Just plotting it out makes me depressed, yet everyone loves it? I must be a masochist.
Hiruka-chan: Oh? There are others who have put Hashimoto-chan in a fic? I must read it. She's my favourite minor character in Tokyo Babylon. Thanks for the review!
Tanuki-dono: Wai! Wai! Imouto reviewed this fic! Yeah, I know it's a sad fic, and to be honest, it's only going to get worse. I loved making Seishirou threaten Fuuma, but really, once a guy is dead, he can't really affect the living, so…Fuuma doesn't really care. And Seishirou is trying to kill me for this fic. Really.
Subaru's Voice: Yes, the RP seems to be popping up everywhere in my fics, doesn't it? I'm running out of material…T.T Hey, rhyming is fun. I just suck at it.
And Sometimes: Whee! My first review for this fic from Sometimes-chan! –glomp-Yes, it is fun making Subaru suffer. Sorta. Eventually, I'll feel guilty, but for now… -cackles maniacally- he's going to be angsting and angsting and OMFG! angsting more. Thank you so much for the review! You're very kind!
Chris Pwure: It's okay, my friend. I was wondering what happened to you, but I'm glad you did get the chance to R&R this. And I'm sorry that this update took me so long.