Title: Kamui and Subaru's ABCs
Rating: T
Warnings: KamuiSubaru
Note: For people who might not be familiar with the term 'Carousel', it's a Merry-go-round.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kamui, Subaru or any other characters created by CLAMP.
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C: Carousel
Life, he saw, sometimes, most of the times as an endless cycle that went around and around, just like the carousel, forever going around and around in circles. And if he didn't stop that freak from chasing his brother and him soon, they too, would be going around in circles, for eternity, or till one of them died.
Such a grim thought.
Kamui looked at all the children on the carousel, riding on horses that went up and down, going around and around.
"Do you want to ride, Kamui?" Subaru asked his brother, smiling softly.
Looking at his younger brother with a funny expression, Kamui shook his head "I was just thinking of how innocent those children looked" and the carousel seemed to emphasise this innocence even more so.
It was only when Kamui noticed the length of silence from Subaru that he realised what he had just implied. And quickly, he spoke, wanting to clear up the misunderstanding. "It's not like I mean that we're not innocent…we're not corrupted."
Kamui caught a glimpse of Subaru's hazy eyes
He felt guilty. "It's just; we're not innocent like them"
Subaru could only nod. He could understand where his brother was coming from. They were innocent, yet they were not. Like the carousel that goes round and round, they were going round and round. However, unlike the children laughing cheerfully they were not laughing. All of a sudden, the world seemed cruel, he wouldn't have minded, staying as a child forever, riding on the carousel day after day, paying no heed to the world that enveloped them so.
That is but a fantasy.
And something that he could relate to, going round and round.
"Let's ride, on the carousel" Subaru proposed to his older brother "I haven't been on one for a very, very long time"
Kamui reached out to clasp the hand stretched out to him. He enjoyed those little times in where his brother would be the one initiating, the one to smile softly and hold his hand. He felt loved, reassured.
Once in a while was nice, to be the one being led. Once in a while was okay, to be laughing as the carousel went round and round. Once in a while was fine, to be one of those innocent little children, void of the darkness that clouded the eyes of those who were no longer pure. After all, they are just a pair of devoted twins, wishing for the nightmare to end. That was all.