Title: Kamui and Subaru's ABCs

Rating: T

Warnings: KamuiSubaru

Note: I'm assuming that Kamui and Subaru had a nice, loving family. Enjoy this drabble and please review! :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Kamui, Subaru or any other characters created by CLAMP.

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D: Deprivation

For as long as he could remember (and that is a very long time) there were only a couple of times in which he would consider being really deprived of anything.

The first one being the love and care of parents. To be taken away from a warm family, where smiles are now scarce, it wasn't a situation he liked. But he couldn't help it. Now, it's just him and his brother. It was a hard phase to get through, to have something you cherished so much to suddenly disappear, it was as if death had come and visited itself.

The second time came just as sudden. Linking to the word 'safety'. Both him and Subaru were deprived of such comfort. It all came down to one revolting word, 'Seishirou'.

The third time was when they arrived at Acid Tokyo. It was a part of his nightmare he rather not think about, but would forever remember. Those feelings of anguish and panic. That small resolution he had burning.

To protect.

He would keep his brother company, even though Subaru could not keep him company.

Day after day, year after year he spent gazing at the reservoir, hoping that his only brother would come back into his arms. Softly, he would painfully whisper conversations that echoed off the walls, wishing that his brother could hear his voice and awake from his slumber.

His deprivation was heart-wrenching. Fingers would grow cold from waiting, legs would tire and amethyst eyes would burn with desperation as he grew more so anxious with each minute.

It was a crummy feeling because it ached.

He missed Subaru's soft smiles, his silky touch and warm breath. The presence that would swamp him with such relief, warmth and love that it overflowed with radiance.

So it was only normal (for him) to hold his brother to himself when his time deprived of his brother's company vanished, when Subaru came back to him. And soon, those days filled with feather light touches and ethereal kisses were back, those days deprived of his touch were gone.

Yet what he would hate to admit most was that in the dead of the night, his eyes would glow gold, his lips smeared with the delicious crimson red blood of his brother. He had missed the sweet scent of Subaru's blood, and he knew, he knew that Subaru had missed his blood as much as he missed his.

If anything that was something he never ever wanted to be deprived of again.