Disclaimer: No own. Just like Kamui and Subaru and Kakyou and Fuuma and Nataku and Seishirou and Sorata occasionally…
Yoru: Well, this story is going places.
Kuronue: You're so sick and twisted.
Yoru: Meh. It happens. Um, I don't know how Kakyou addresses Kanoe, so I made something up. Kakyou's so polite, Lady Kanoe just worked. I bet Kakyou would call Karen Lady just because he's so kind and polite to everyone. Anyway, thank you to those who are reading for sticking with this fic, even though I haven't updated in a while. On to it!
Subaru sighed and leaned back against a wall. How was he supposed to react to Kakyou's love for Hokuto? Why did Kakyou feel the need to tell him?
Because you look exactly like her. He sees her in you.
The last thing he needed right now was for someone to fall for him. But then he thought about Kakyou, about his sad and fragile beauty, and wondered if maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
No. It wouldn't be real. It would be love for a ghost drifting over onto Subaru. Neither he nor Kakyou could ever really be happy with that.
Why did you have to confuse me like this?
Kanoe reached out with her mind, trying to reach Kakyou yet again. This time, he answered.
"Kakyou?"
Yes, Lady Kanoe?
"Could you reach out and try to reach our Kamui?"
Of course, Lady Kanoe.
She waited for what felt like hours. Finally she felt a stirring at her thoughts that indicated Kakyou had returned.
"Is he blocking you?"
…No.
"Where is he, Kakyou?"
He would not reveal that. But…he is…the other Kamui…
"He is what to the other Kamui? Killing him?"
No. Much worse than that.
"Why would he…do that?"
He is claiming him.
"What do you mean by that?"
He only said what I have related to you.
"…Thank you, Kakyou."
Lady Kanoe…they are in a bedroom, much like a hotel room. I was able to see their immediate surroundings.
"A hotel room?"
I am sorry that I cannot be of more help.
"You have been much help, Kakyou. I may ask for your help again."
Yes, Lady Kanoe.
Yuzuriha panted as she caught up with Sorata and Arashi.
"Where are we going?" she managed to force out.
"We have to check every hotel in Tokyo. Each of us to a separate one." Arashi looked up as Karen, Aoki, and Saiki landed next to them. Saiki looked very pale.
"You think…the other Kamui is…"
"Yes, I do." Arashi hesitated, and then touched Saiki's head. He seemed…almost frantic with worry. It was unusual…perhaps his feelings for Kamui had changed. Sorata smiled halfheartedly.
"We could easily be wrong."
"Let's go." They all took off in opposite directions.
"Fuuma…ah…" Kamui swayed from being delirious from pleasure and frozen with terror. Fuuma was playing with him, bringing a reaction from his body that he could not control. When would this torture end?
"Yes…moan my name…" Fuuma whispered, attacking Kamui's abdomen with renewed fervor.
"Ah! Please stop…ahhh!" Kamui cried. Fuuma smirked and went down lower. Kamui's eyes widened as wet warmth enveloped him.
"No…no…ahhh…Fuuma, don't…not…that…get off…no! Nooooo!" Kamui writhed and struggled as Fuuma continued his ministrations. Kamui didn't want this…not this…
"Please! Stop…" Kamui began to cry, torn between pleasure, pain, and loss of innocence.
"Stop…"