Author's Note: Well, here's my first posted X/1999 fic…have a couple others in the works, but his is the only one I feel that is complete enough to be posted, since it's only a short ficlet/drabble. Ironically enough, I came up with this entire thing this morning when I was cleaning…it's somewhat odd, and very different from my usual writing.
Anyway, all reviews/comments/critiques are welcome, so please feel free to review.
Disclaimer: I make no claim to having created and/or owning any character, series, or anything else besides the words in this story, and the section of my poem "Kairo" that is included at the beginning.
Title: Heat
Rating: T
Author: Singe
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"And when I wake to find you gone,
A discarded piece of you that now means nothing
Is the only way I'll know you were here at all.
And, someday, when I see you on that street
Staring into emptiness at some long impossible dream,
I'll remember this morning.
That you were the one who chose to leave."
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There are no words between them, only heat and movement and the surreal feeling of another's touch. With them lies everything that has ever been, and all things that never will be.
They do not speak of love or hate, of a past that at least one is trying to desperately ignore, praying to every deity he knows so that maybe somehow he can simply Forget, just for now, just in this moment. They do not talk of the battle destroying the world outside the nondescript hotel room door or how one should be destroying while the other tries to protect, something he was, admittedly, never very good at. Despite what they should be and where they should be…they are still here, together.
But they still fight. One is blatantly stronger and larger then the other, with a continuously cruel smile; the other is pale and lithe in a half-starved way, but determined as all hell to finally prove something…prove himself.
A part of him knows that such a thing is impossible, but that doesn't matter. Especially not her, and not now when they are together and both are pretending their shields are down; here, the other is all that matters.
He can't help but think of green eyes from the past, so like his own, while the heat builds between them in the present. He tries to push the thought, the memory away and is able to, for a brief moment. The ground, the very room shakes from the tremors of the outside world, and a newer phantom replaces the one that has always haunted him.
Reproachful violet eyes filled with betrayal. A young, lonely, powerful boy so much like himself, once upon a time. Kamui hurts him. The boy does not realize, does not know how or why, and has somehow come to depend and care for him, and that dependence and trust might just be what hurts the most. If only the purple-eyed godchild could know the truth.
He was sleeping with the enemy. He was betraying the Ten no Ryu, his family, Hokuto…and anyone else who had ever believed I him. And at that moment, in an unmemorable hotel bed with his greatest enemy…he didn't give a damn.
There are no words between them; there does not need to be. All that matters to one is that the other is there with him, close to him, and that there is no one else. The other is satisfied by getting what he wants, by making clear his ownership, and the fact that Subaru will think just enough of the past that he will never have to say anything. Because he will remember past betrayals and current deceptions on his own.
The sensations of touch and warmth fade, leaving both alone again.
They do not speak.
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