A/N: Thanks for the reveiws and favorites!

I KNOW ROSE IS FICTIONAL, okay? I just think the general public knows the Titanic best by Rose and Jack, so I stole them. Also, I know I screwed Yuui and Fai up. Fai's supposed to be as hyper as hell and Yuui's supposed to be angsty. Oh well. We all know that for every smile Fai smiles, he has a mean comment. I just mis-matched the names, and I'd be confusing to me and you to change them back.

Disclaimer: Do ya think I'd ever come up with something as epic as the Titanic movie or Tsubasa? Sheesh....(I do not own)

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"Finally," Yuui murmured when he decided Fai's breathing had been even for long enough. He wanted to escape alone. He loved his brother dearly - God knew that - but sometimes he just wanted to be away from every living soul. He wanted to stand on a lone kill and scream until his lungs hurt, or run and run until he collasped into the grass. Mabe that was because of his upbringing, he didn't know, but still it was a nagging need to just be away from it all.

Yuui slipped into a part of pants and a shirt, tucking his shirt in and fastening his suspenders on his way out to the top deck. Not many people traveled around the narrow hallays of the third-class deck at so late at night, and so he saw no one until he reached the boat deck.

Meanwhile, Kurogane was sitting on a bench near the bow, slumped back, staring at the stars. Not that the sky did much for him, but he needed something to stare at whilist he over his aggrivation he had delt with all night. Small talk at meals, small talk afterwards, and small talk until just a short while ago. Who cared if the fucking weather was a tiny bit warmer yesterday? Or just how many boilers the big brute of a ship had?

Suddenly there was the clomping of shoes on wood behind him, and on the bench to his back he felt someone sit. He didn't turn to look for a long time, since it seemed whomever it was hadn't noticed him. Then he slowly turned his head to look down at a blonde man, with his hand's behind his head and his icy blue eyes set on the inky sky above so deeply that Kurogane blinked. Then then the ice slid over to the black haired man's face and he said, "Well, hullo sir."

Reconizing the man, Kurogane graced him with a simple "Hello."

"What brings you out this fine night?" Yuui asked with a small smile. "Is all that talk of politics getting a bit dull?"

Brows furrowed, Kurogane looked at him silently. "And what would you know of politics?" he said after a long time, and he did not try to keep the suspicious out of his voice.

The blonde shrugged a bit and turned his eyes back up to the sky above, though his speech was suddenly less proper, with more of a street accent. "Nothin' much at'all, though I don't care much for that kind of thing anyway. I think it terribly drab. Up there - Now that's somethin' that keeps my interest, if I do say so myself."

Immediatly Kurogane knew his newfound accent was an act, and narrowing his eyes he growled, "You're a very suspicous character."

Yuui's eyes slid away from the capturing scene above and to the handsome face of the man sitting before him, and said nonchalantly, "I am?"

Anger grew hot in the pit of Kurogane's stomach, and before he did anything that would jepardize his newfound wealth, he stood and started away, only saying, "I'm not here for lies."

Flying up sharply, Fai spun on the bench and stared at the man's back, swallowing. The man was leaving. Really leaving. Why was he so distressed over it? Why was he calling, "Can I have your name, sir?" Kurogane paused for a moment, but when he didn't turn around fully, the blonde called out, "I'm Yuui Flourite!"

During the moment of silence which followed, the lithe man held his breathe, hoping, praying to dear god for an answer. And there it was. "It's Kurogane Suwa. Mr. Suwa to you." And he strode away.

Fai surprized even himself when he called out, "Have a nice night, Mr. Kuro-poo!"

Kurogane's pace became faster, and he thought up empty threats in his head consisting of his favorite Japanese sword so he wouldn't go back and punch the lithe man.

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Yuui held hands with a little five-year old girl who had latched onto him upon sight (Fai wasn't one for kids...). No one cared enough to call someone as they walked down the first class corridors, though he got more than their share of very dirty looks and comments said behind their back, comments he didn't care to listen too. This was one reason Fai hadn't come along - he would have surely glared right back in a cold, calm way that said he was better than them, because for every smile Yuui cracked, there was a dark comment that Fai kept to himself (most of the time). Yuui and the little red headed girl walked along, Grace holding her little ragdoll which was clothed with a dress made from patches of spare cloth with red yarn for hair and dull black button eyes that didn't match the little girl's big emerald ones. Grace Stone wore the clothes of the third class, with an old threadbare apron-like front over her dress, in the pocket of which sat Alice comfortably, her "little twin".

One woman passed, her hair a deeper tone of red than Grace's, and glared at the steerage passengers. No doubt she'd get them thrown out of there. And next to her was a younger woman whom looked more like the five-year-old at Yuui's side, with kidner features and a more forgiving aura. Still, with her mother by her side, Grace hid behind Yuui's legs, hiding her face from sight. The blonde chuckled, crouching down and gently tugging her in front of him. At such a close range, he could see the small freckles on her porcelin face as he said, "Do you want to go back downstairs?

"What are you doing down here?" came a bark.

Quicker than anyone else could have, Fai whipped around in stood in one fluid motion, cracked a big smile, and corrected him with, "I believe it's up here, Kuro-myu."

Kurogane wanted to wring his neck. Around him, the rich and famous paused to raise a brow, making the man blush a bit. Storming over to the blonde, he snapped, "What are you doing up here? Get back with the steerage."

In the crowd there was a murmur of agreement.

"Come on, we're not hiding anything!" said Yuui with a huge smile. He knelt down and took Grace by the shoulders, pushing her little form in front of his like a shield. The little girl only gulped, her eyes sliding up the huge form infront of her. "How can you deny that cute little face?"

"Close your mouth," Kurogane snapped. "And leave."

Still crouching down, Yuui peeked out from behind the girl with, "She's never seen such a grand stairwell. You should have seen her face! We're not bothering a soul, Kuro-Kuro. It's as if we're walking down the same street you're driving your car on. You still have to look at us, but you don't have to notice us."

Suddenly Yuui got a wicked idea which held ulterior motives. "I'll leave if you show me your room!"

Kurogane's eyes went wide. "W-Why the hell would you want to see that?" he said loudly, drawing stares and whispers.

"Beeeecaaause!" Yuui stood up with a fluid motion, like liquid. He shook a finger at the man in front of him with, "This just may be Miz Grace's one and only chance to see the kind of living conditions of a wealthy man."

"And why would she be interested in that?" Kurogane snapped.

"Education, education!" said the lithe man in a sing-song voice. Meanwhile, Kurogane's eyes had slid down to the little girl now hiding behind Yuui again, her green emeralds peeking out at him with curiosity and fear ash she clutched the faded fabric of his suite. A few strands of curly blood-red hair dangled before her large eyes as she gazed up at him.

"Is she your daughter?" Kurogane asked in a steely voice.

"Nope, but I wish she was." He laughed, bending down to pick her up. "Isn't she just precious?" The little girl not clung to his neck, buring her face shyly in his throat and blonde hair. One bright eye glanced out after a moment, but when she saw Kurogane's red ones staring back at her, she turned her head away. "See?"

"Whatever." And Kurogane strode away, though not in a threatening way, and Yuui followed behind him happily, Grace in his arms. They walked down a set of stairs to the B deck and ended up at the door of a room, Kurogane muttering harshly under his breath. He shoved into his cabin with a particulary hard snarl of, "Bastard" and stepped inside.

Grace poked her head out from Yuui's neck and was silent for a few moments as she looked around the room, with it's single bed and chairs and walls that, for once, were not white-washed. It must have been a shock: she'd never lived anywhere but a tiny house on the bad side of a mill town, and all day her family went to work in factories while she stayed with her grandmother. They had saved for years to go to America to find better jobs, and soon Grace would be rectuited into the grime of the workplace.

"See?" murmured Yuui in her ear. "If you work hard and learn your numbers and letters, you can live in a place like this, with pretty new dresses and big hats and jewelery."

"How is she supposed to learn?" Kurogane said sharply. He stood a meter away, his arms crossed. "Her family probably works their asses off just trying to afford food and housing and clothing for their twenty kids, who probably work too, for very low wages. I bet your not a single person in her family knows how to spell their name. She doesn't have a future."

Yuui gave him a bit of a glare. "Kuro-daddy, please do shut your mouth. I know how to spell quite well, thank you very much, and I have a fast mind when it comes to mathimatics."

"I swear to god, if you call me one of those nicknames one more time!" Kurogane snapped, deciding to ignore the fact that the blonde hadn't helping his case: now the black haired man was almost sure he wasn't from a poor family.

"Miss Grace, how do you spell your name?" Yuui asked the girl in his arms.

"ummm...." She bit her lip. "G....Maybe.....R....A.....D....E."

Kurogane snorted, but in self defense the blonde snapped as he set the little girl down on her feet, "I only taught her that this morning! C and D sound alike, and she's only five, too! She's very bright and eager to learn."

"In this day and age, it doesn't care if your eager," Kurogane snapped. "It's close to impossible to turn from someone as poor as she is to some rich enough for first class. It's sad, yeah, but it's how things are."

Both of them turned silently over to were Grace sat, taking her doll and setting her on the table before her so Alice's back sat against her breast and they both looked out over a piece of paper that had ben lying there.

"You heard Yuui tell me the letters in my name, right? There's a G, I think.....and there's an R.....hmmm...And right there is an A, mabe....D.....and there's the E. Grace. I don't know how to spell Alice yet."

"See?" whispered the blonde.

Kurogane shook his head to himself and strode over, taking the paper right out from under Grace's little nose. He folded it in half, and silently put it in his top drawer with, "That's private."

"It's not as if she's going to read it. And Grace, you spell your name with a C, not a D. G-R-A-C-E."

"Still," the tall man said.

There was a long silence, during which Yuui looked around at the room closely for the first time. Everything was neat, and there wasn't much character in the room, though there was a single framed sketch of a young woman and man set on the dresser. The man could have been Kurogane's twin, and he wondered if the black haired man was also one of a pair.

"Is that your brother and sister-in-law?" the blonde inquired.

The dark haired man turned and looked at the sketch in question and his said gurffly, "That's my mother and father. They died before I was able to get any photographs of them, but I was able to get a sketch done. There are some things wrong with it but it's good enough."

"So Kuro-daddy's a mama's boy!" Yuui laughed, suddenly hyper.

"What the hell is up with you and your nicknames?" came the yell. "And why are you still here? You've overstayed your welcome. Get back down to steerage!"

Yuui laughed as he grabbed Grace around the middle and was chased out of the room. The rest of the day was spent with lessons on letters; the two walked around the ship with Fai reading all the signs to her and asking her to pick out the letters in her name, making sure she knew her name was spelled with a C, not a D. He even had her count the letters: five. Fai joined them, and they strolled along the narrow halls of steerage and the wide open spaces of the third class part of the boat deck.

Fai wasn't surprized when he felt another warm body squeeze into the tiny bed next to him: they'd always slept together as children. It was nothing new. He loved his brother more than anything, because he had nothing else to love. Under his bed, ina suite case, sat his journal. His lonesomeness was fully portrayed in those pages, which documented the murder of their parents, the unsolved mystery the answer to which was known clearly between the twins. It told of their abusive adoptive father, their family riches being stolen, and their escape. And every single one of those entries was to Yuui, because Yuui was a constant: Yuui would wander off, yes, but he'd never leave him when it counted. He'd never abandon him, or wrong him. Who else would he spill his feelings to?

And in this journal sat an entry newly scrawled with Fai's slanted, willlowy handwriting:

Dear Yuui,

The horrible churning in the pit of my stomach and the corridors of my heart will not leave. I know it is not sea sickness. I cannot be. It is the feeling that I get when I know something horrid is about to happen. It's the feeling that arose in my chest and belly before mother and father died, before we came to live with Ashura, before we were accused of theft. It is the feeling of impending loss.

I walked along the outer corridors of the decks today, the ones with chairs and half of the outer wall cut off to look out at the sea. I stood alone and looked out, and thought of what that beast of a man might be doing with the knowledge of out departure, and I fear he will find us. I have been contemplating our new lives in America lately, and I think we should move as far west as we possibly can and own a winery. Yes, I like the idea of that. Looking over the distant hills of the west coast, over the fields of grapes, drinking a glass of wine. I think all the space would be to your liking. Mabe we could own a couple horses, Arabians, like Grace of the Snowstorm. I think you'd love that, Yuui.

And yet I know that you would be lonely on such an expanse of land with only me. I know you love me, and I am content with that strong love, but you are the kind of person who needs to be around people, who needs others. However, I would be fine with just you, and that is where the paths split.

Overall, it's been a very....quiet day. It's strange. Like the unnerving quiet before the storm. No, before the apocalyptic explosion. I fear the future.

Your loving brother,

Fai D. Flourite, the 11th of April, 1912

"Fai, I love you," came a murmur in his ear.

"I love you too, Yuui," he whispered, turning over so their faces were almost touching in the tiny bed. For a moment ice stared into ice.

"Do you feel it?" asked Yuui.

So Yuui was starting to feel it, too? The sick, oozing, constricting feeling of destruction that squeezed your heart and dripped into the pit of your stomach, heavy and painful. It was written in Yuui's eyes, the bright blue just like his own. "Yes."

"I'm afraid."

"Me too." Yet, for security, Fai kissed Yuui's nose before they snuggled closer, falling alseep in each other's arms. Yuui slipped away thinking of visiting Kurogane in his room, knocking on that big oak door, and even though he'd let him in, the man would snap at him and growl about his company being an annoyance. Kurogane was a character, and the blonde wanted to figure him out, though it wasn't as if Kuro-pon was an expecially dynamic person.

And yet, his dreams had no relevence to the thoughts he'd held onto before sleeping.

Jack the Ripper. Jack the Ripper. Jack the Ripper.

London no longer lived in fear of the Ripper...exept for two boys. They sat huddled in a room with no heater, the only warmth coming from the adjacent rooms and their own bodies. They wore only oversized shirts that had been stained and passed on to them in their ruined states. A threadbare blanket had also been thrown into the room. Twice a day leftovers were served. The sun rose and fell in a slur of days. It all passed so slowly, so quickly. Their hair grew. They became taller. But nothing else changed.

Yet the dream tore away from the memory when the door swung open, and in stepped Kurogane, his red eyes so bright in the dim room. A nonexistant wind that had kicked up with the opening of the door settled down, and his black trenchcoat settled back into it's place.

"Magician, you're coming with me."

Magician? Yes, this was definately a dream. He was being pulled to his feet by a harsh, calloused, yet gentle hand, and though Kurogane was being careful, Yuui could feel a bruise arising as he tried to free himself. He dragged his heels and flung backward, screaming, "Fai! Fai!" He threw a hand out, as did his twin, but neigther could reach and Fai could not get up. And so, Yuui was dragged away, tears flowing down his cheeks.

Yuui awoke to find Fai sleeping, and in his axiety he shifted out of bed hastily, throwing on whatever he could find. Yet he knew he had to look his best for where he was going, and so he took the time to at least pull a hand through his tussled hair and straiten his shirt on his way up the stairs. The grand staircase decended all the way down to the F-deck, and though he wasn't supposed to, he used it just like this morning. Screw the rich bastards. Oh God...he was thinking like Fai.

It was early in the morning, probably around one or two, and so he saw almost no one on as he found his way to Kurogane's room and knocked.

"Who's there?" came a deep voice immediatly.

"Yuui," he said, hearing how unconvincingly bouncy his voice was. Of course this man heard it, too. There was a long silence before the door opened a crack to reveal Kurogane's face, his brows furrowed and his eyes studying him. "What?"

"Uh...Can I come in?" He cracked a smile.

Yet, Kurogane's face only grew more cold than concerned. He thought about it for a moment, then answered with, "If you drop that fake smile and say what's on your mind, sure."

Yuui hesitated, then said with a laugh, "Sorry Kuro-muu, but I can't offer you that."

Kurogane stared silently at him for a long time. "Then go back downstairs."

"I can't do that eigther."

"Why?"

"I just can't."

The taller man hesitated. He knew he was stepping on landmines. The truth was, Yuui was scared to death. He was shaking a bit, and Kurogane coud see this. His stomach coiled and uncoiled crazily, and he felt sick, while his heart ached and felt like a lead weight. From his dream he had taken one thing away: Fai would be taken away from him. And no, he did not think it would be Kurogane's fault; actually, he was sure the man would end up helping him through it. But the thought of Fai leaving him was more than he could handle.

"If you're not going to tell me, go take a walk on the deck. Mabe it'll clear your mind." He went to close to door, clearly fustrated.

"Kuro-sama's mean," came a crestfallen, yet truthful murmur, which made the black haired man stop in his tracks.

"I'm mean?" he snapped. "I'm mean? You come knocking on my door at quarter to two in the morning asking to visit, and I say it's alright as long as I get a simple explaination? Anyon else would turn you away outright and call security!"

A small smile crept onto Fai's face, mabe sad, or ironic, but it sure wasn't fake, and the black-haired man knew that.. "Now I guess your right, arn't you?"

"So what's the elaborate excuse?"

"I had a nightmare," Yuui said simply. Well, it was the truth.

"That's it?"

"That's it. Now let me in."

Kurogane glared at him. "Bastard." But it wasn't one to break a promise.

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A bit of forshadowing there, and a bit of twincest, though it's intended as brotherly love, not romance. And I'm sorry if it randomly says Fai when I ment Yuui. I caught most of them, but one or two might have slipped by. Please tell me. I keep wanting to type Fai and it annoys the hell outta me. :( Grrrrr

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