Author's Note: 100 Subaru/Seishirou drabbles/oneshots. Updated regularly.

Theme: Blood Red Dawn
Author's Note: Death Fic! 1st Challenge for 100Challenge on LJ so please be kind! The first dawn Post-Promised Day. Sort of taken from the TV series then adapted. Japanese words used: Tadaima: I'm home. Okaeri: Welcome home. Sakura: Cherry blossoms. minna-san: Everyone.
Rating: PG-13 (Death)
Disclaimer: I don't own X/1999 or Tokyo Babylon.

Subaru watched the sun rise on the first day of the new millennium. He guessed that Kamui had won. It was the only way that the humans of this Earth would still be breathing...

Deep down, Subaru felt strangely disappointed. He had been hoping to die... To join Seishirou-san...

He looked down at the platform below and blinked. Fuuma? Something wasn't quite right though... This wasn't the Dark Kamui that Subaru knew. This was a boy, staring across Tokyo, guilt gnawing at his features, contorting them.

"Sumeragi-sama," He acknowledged Subaru's presence. It was different, Subaru realised, to have Fuuma address him as anything other than 'Subaru-kun'.

"Kamui?" Subaru asked. Fuuma looked away, back across the city. It was all it took, and Subaru understood. He understood Fuuma's situation all too well.

"You and Kamui... You were victims of Destiny. Even so... I think Kamui would have been happy with things this way," Subaru offered, because he knew that words would do nothing for Fuuma's pain. Fuuma just continued to stare into the blood red dawn.

"I have a request, Monou-kun," Subaru said finally. He took a few steps towards the teen.

"I can do nothing for you. I am useless. I am a murderer," Fuuma whispered. Subaru almost felt sorry for what he was about to ask, but he knew, deep down, Fuuma needed an anchor. If it had to be the Sakura in Ueno Park, then so be it. At least the boy wouldn't kill himself...

"Kill me. I have no desire to continue into the new millennium. I came for Kamui, as he was the last person I cared for in this world. It is now time for me to die," Subaru said, calmly and slowly, letting Fuuma know he was serious and had thought this through. Fuuma regarded him for a moment.

"I will become the Sakurazukamori?" Fuuma stated, though it was meant as a question. Subaru nodded. Fuuma remained still for a while. The sky was brightening further, turning from red to orange.

"It will be my penance," Fuuma said finally. Subaru didn't even see him pull his arm back until it was plunged into his chest, through skin, muscle and, with a crunch of bones, his rib cage.

Subaru noted, dryly, the irony of it all, before falling backwards off Fuuma's arm. The pain wasn't so bad. He'd been numb for a while now.

Subaru smiled at Fuuma, his mismatched eyes closing briefly. When he reopened them, it wasn't just Fuuma on the viewing platform but Hokuto and Kamui, Karen Kasumi and Sorata, two people he was sure were his parents and...

"Seishirou-san..." Subaru reached up with his remaining strength. Seishirou moved forward, taking Subaru's hand and hauling him up.

"Okaeri, Subaru-kun," He said, pulling him into a tight embrace. Subaru could no longer see the platform, nor Fuuma, but his voice rang out loud and clear.

"Find your happiness, Subaru-san..."

Subaru smiled.

"Tadaima minna-san!" He said, tears in his eyes.

"Okaeri!" They chorused in reply.