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Thunder	By : Darbracken Category: +S to Z > X/1999 Views: 1356 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Subaru or Seishirou or X/1999 ir X. I do not own Thunder by E17/East 17. I have not and will not make any money from this fiction.

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This was actually written back in 2004, however I am uploading it because I was reminded by hearing this song again today. I may actually upload the other Subaru and Seishirou fic I have laying around. Also to the person who keeps giving me one star.. if you hate my writing that is fine.. at least leave me some constructive critism as to how I could improve though.

*Key to used symbols*

.:: Lyrics ::.

~* Subaru's Thoughts *~

-^ Seishirou's Thoughts ^-

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"Speech"

[ Author's notes ]

.:: When the thunder calls you from a mountain high it's time to spread your wings and fly. ::.

It was cold that night, more cold than the bitter snow betrayed. Perhaps the wind was what brought the chill into the hearts of men yet more. Yet in the coldness a figure stirred, life running through young veins. With yet more ardour the figure propelled itself towards the carnal whispers, the cries for help. Ivory robes swirled behind the young onmyoujitsu master, tassels whipping in the air rather like furled wings with his haste. One step, two, he slipped in the snow, crashing into it and sliding across the ground. Emerald eyes rose, life sparkling within their depths before a faint tint of terror permeated then overtook the pools. Moving slowly then, propping himself up he found the source of the whispers, a large Sakura tree that seemed to flower out of season, petals stained a rich hue of faded ruby. It was watching him.

.::When the thunder calls you under purple sun to the place where horses run. ::.

Petals floated down, ethereal and dangerously hypnotising. Slowly he sat back, onto his calve muscles, small hands crossing one another. How could such a place be so peaceful and silent and yet resonate with such despair? Young as he was the Sumeragi knew this place was evil, beyond his wildest thoughts or powers to change. Corruption swirled, the blanket of sakura shifting below him, stray petals stroking his cheek so gently, caressing. The silence was deafening, but then slowly, ever so slowly the whispers returned. One, then another begging for his help, calling from the reaches of the tree to him. He winced, a drop of blood landing on the blossoms beside him, his own. Cautious his hand raised to his cheek, gingerly touching the slight slash wound. What had caused it? Pupils dilated, recognition in his thoughts. The petals, it was the petals that had cut him.

.:: When I saw your face I knew you were the one. In a sky that's filled with rain, a ray of sun. ::.

Within the illusion a form appeared, shadowy, incoherent at first. Still the petals fell, drifting unobtrusively to the floor, bloodthirsty. Like the snow they were soft but deadly also. Standing Subaru's eyes widened, terror playing across his face in that strange mingle of light and shadows only the Sakura of Uno Park seemed to cast. A spell? He turned, aware then of a gaze. Golden orbs of liquid intensity appeared iridescent in the pale face of the forming youth nestled in the tree's branches. The gazes met, fought and remained intense until Subaru looked down, conceding dominance. The young man smirked and moved from the tree to beside the boy with the graceful elegance of a predator.

"You find this place beautiful?" The question was merely curious, though a dark hint lingered in the voice. Subaru's head tilted back, pretty but young features hidden behind an outcrop of unruly ebony locks, observing the tree. His head shook slightly, comfortable but uncomfortable in the gaze of the stranger all at once. "No, I find it sad." That golden gaze became more intent if not more predatory in its expression. "Tell me your name." A tiny pout was given, he shouldn't be here nor should he give his name, but he was and he did. "Sumeragi Subaru." The reply was soft before the black clad figure took his hand slowly in his, kneeling to his height. "I find you beautiful Subaru-kun. You will be my one."

With that the Sakurazukamori marked his prey, a soft kiss the sting of pain and the mark, a star was made onto young flesh, uncorrupted in both body and mind. Crimson scrawled across thin cheeks, unsure of the action of the other person within the quiet graveyard of the Sakura barrow. "I'll make you a bet Subaru-kun, when you have grown and forgotten this ever happened I will come to you and live with you for a year. If you make me feel anything within that year I will not kill you." With that he was gone and the area resumed to its normal quiet elegance, the darkness though still lurking not overpowering as it had been. Looking down onto his trembling hands he gazed at the mark burned into his near translucent flesh and then turned and ran, ran back to his home to where he would be safe.

.:: I called you on the phone, said 'You're happy on your own' when I heard your body cry for my love. ::.

A bet or prophecy, the Sakurazukamori never let his words be wasted. True to his word and donning a disguise, or rather an alias he had penetrated Subaru's life. Predator and prey had become locked then in a battle of words that was neither won nor lost, much to the delight of the youth's sister Hokotu who had gone out of her way to pull them together. It was another night in the depths of winter when Seishirou had finally closed his clinic that the phone rang, soft at first and then more urgent, the buzzing cutting the quiet dissonance of his office. He picked it up, a slow smile crossing predatory across his lips. "Hai, of course Hokotu-chan, I'll call him straight away and tell him my intention." The phone hung, a finger slowly trailing across his lips. The bet had gone on too long, still he felt nothing, nothing at all for boy he had marked. But then, that had already been destiny. He could not feel. It was time for the Sumeragi to know that the fox was amongst the chickens, for him to know that the man he was beginning to love was nothing more than a cold murderer.

The phone was unhooked once more, slowly glided up as the dial was rung calling that number he knew so well. "Subaru-kun? Hokotu-chan asked me to come and sit in with you tonight now that she has business. What, no? Oh I see, it's no worry really, I needed to speak with you anyway. You are quite cute Subaru-kun, do you know that?" He smiled, knowing that has caused a blush upon the cheeks of the inquisitive boy it was hard not to find attractive. Then something odd, a slight hitch in the other's voice, something shy whispered more to the speaker than himself. "Ja ne Subaru-kun." The assassin looked quite puzzled, had he really heard that? Was that really his Subaru? He smirked, it seemed the boy wished to grow up already.

.:: Your body's calling me. Your body's calling. I think I'm falling. ::.

Clutching onto crimson silk ribbons the boy writhed, slowly, wantonly on the bed. Still he did not gain the touch he so desired. Golden eyes watched him with interest, great interest. "Mine" A whisper of possession as the sinister shadow moved like velvet itself around the bed. "Subaru, I am.." his last word was whispered, the pleasure ridden body freezing in fear. Coldness permeated his veins, sheer horror running through those expressive green orbs. Yet still in his arousal soft strokes managed to create a tiny tremble. A gagged and throttled scream was issued, a frantic exertion of his desire not to go further. Such a picture he painted, strewn hair laced with beads of sweat framing his adolescent face. Slim body hardly toned, gaunt from the lack of food that made it past his lips.

Why did he deny what his body was so naturally begging for? Leaning forwards lips near touched, raven hair mingling before Seishirou sat back, just looking onto his catch, memorising every strand of the picture, weaving it neatly into his mind forever more. The yearning, the knowledge he controlled Subaru's every thought and feeling and want was strangely satisfying.. it felt good. His heart constricted, wistfulness taking his expression.. was this what.. what.. Impossible. He stood abruptly and walked away, moving amongst the shadows at will, escaping from the house. He could not love, it was impossible, he had no emotions after all.

.:: A picture in my mind. A vision in a dream. ::.

Disturbed he jolted in bed again, forehead sweaty with cold dread. Why that dream, why again? Slowly his trembling hand pushed aside raven bangs pushing away the perspiration. Slowly one expressionless eye twitched, resting on a point far away. The other was swathed in bandages, painful and blind. It had been so long ago, his sister had given herself for love and not hate. And yet hate was what had been burned into his heart after he had slipped back into consciousness. Hate for the man he had once loved. A growl passed his lips, legs swinging to the right, feet pressed to the floor as with given grace the grown man rose from his bed and paced.

Moving quietly down the hall he made no sound. Padding into the kitchen he passed a mirror, a gaze of gold locking onto him. Startled he turned, looking into the mirrors depths. What looked back was himself though, or a tattered version of himself, pallor whiter than even the ghost of the rose he had once been. Stray strands of hair tipping all around his face and over the bandage of his eye. Why had the Sakurazukamori invaded his dream again? He shook his head defeated and picked up a glass of tepid water, drinking it slowly. Since when did the man need an excuse to torment him anyway?

.:: When the storm destroyed the bridge I walked across. ::.

Destiny, was it preordained, did he know? The young man that felt so much and yet felt so little pushed himself through the same rituals, day after day just becoming a dirge of indifference. Greys were the world he saw, a vague difference of hues but never anything other than greys. And in this mixture of jigsaw pieces of hollow feelings a game of cat and mouse was played. Each side knew where the other was and evaded one another with silent ease, never quite letting the other catch up. That night though, the predator turned and waited for his prey on the Rainbow Bridge. His fate already decided by nine-year-old spell overshadowing his life. The two sides met and danced subtly between the wisps of shared cigarette smoke, a dance of words and malicious smiles. Thoughts that were never given, heard nor indeed acknowledged stayed within closed minds.

They knew why they were here. It was their destiny to either die or kill. So the struggle for power began over again. Sumeragi and Sakurazukamori trapped in an endless fate of hate and love. The bridge crumbled, both the physical and emotions bridge both had built only to break. Hot blood welled up over the purer of the two’s wrist, hand impaled through his lover’s heart. Neither was innocent. Both had wishes that could never come to fruition. And so Seishirou died that day and Subaru died along with him.

.:: Have you ever felt alone when you stood within a crowd? On a path you thought you knew but feel alone. ::.

He was right, he was justified was he not? He had professed to wish to kill Seishirou those times. Never to his heart though, for that alone knew the answer. He had become and done enough in the hope of being a worthy enough opponent to rile the Sakurazukamori into killing him, the way he had his dear sister. Craddling the body words passed from the lifeless form, words that meant so much. Damn him. He seethed, clinging the body closer still, trembling afraid. For now he was alone, truly alone. All that he had ever loved had been taken from him. Still the game had been enough, it had roused his senses and tormented him, but it was a reason to live and as long as he had Seishirou he would never be alone. Now Seishirou was dead, by his hand.

Guilt welled up from within, bitter tears staining his pale cheeks. His fellow dragons gathered behind the rugged outcrop of dainty beauty that was their leader of sorts Kamui Shiro. All those he knew to be his comrades his fellow soldiers in a war against annihilation. So why did he feel so alone? A slim hand rested on his shoulder, startling indigo irises meeting both blind and dead green eyes. A gentle tug, trying to get him to move away. Like a child he shook his head, pushing it down into the assassin’s black trench coat. This time the tug was more insistent, meekly he had allowed himself to be lead away, pulling on the black coat in a morbid bid to keep the memory of his once friend and lover with him. As he had walked away the body had disintegrated into sakura petals, ruby silk dancing slowly before it returned to its resting place, the sakura barrow.

.:: I'm all confused, like a child with a choice of toy. So much to gain, so much to lose. ::.

Haunted, what a strange word for a man that made a life from quieting spirits of the dead that had remained where they had died. Haunted he was though. Step followed step, though he did not know the purpose of continuing. The day of fate had already passed and there was nothing left for him. The door swung open, dusty apartment greeting him, the stale stench of last nights dinner greeting him as he entered. He entered, footsteps riled in the thick layer of dust on the floorboards, like a trail left in the purest of snow. He had not cleaned in months, he hadn’t had the heart to and what did it matter anyway, no one came to visit anymore.

Kamui had his own ambitions and responsibilities as dean of the Clamp academy and looking after the ailing Fuuma who had only just been discharged from the ‘hospital’ after several courses of medication for extreme depression and suicidal tendencies resulting from the murder of his sister. Karen was busy with her work in soapland, always entertaining the wild fantasies of men because she found no better use for herself. Perhaps, he wondered, he should make a living similarly, she must have felt warmth and comfort for brief moments, knowing that the men actually desired her.

Aoki-san was called more and more frequently into Asuka now that he had more articles than ever to edit since the magazine had become famous. Sorata and Arashi were high up in Izu settling down to raise their first born child, which Sorata would proudly proclaim to anyone within 10 feet that would listen to him would be called Kamui. Yuzuriha was settling in too with her new husband, Kusanagi and no matter what anyone said about the oddly matched couple they did seem to truly enjoy one another’s company. He was alone, so very alone.

He slumped into a chair, staring at the plate, it was full not a bite taken. He hadn’t eaten in days either, he had lost all appetite. Slowly his head fell to the table, no will to continue left in him. He would just die. It was then he felt a soft but warm weight on his shoulder. Lifting his head, he felt it being held down, so his eyes moved, catching sight of the edge of a Black trench coat. “Don’t look up.” A voice that was so strangely familiar spoke through the air of an apartment long since dead of emotion. Slowly a piece of black silk crossed his eyes, blinding him totally to what was behind. He stiffened and then relaxed slowly, why fight?

.:: Like a pain you endure more than enjoy. I guess I'm going crazy, everyone's telling me so. ::.

The grasp on his shoulder became insistent, painful almost. “This wasn’t what I expected of you Subaru-kun.. but you are still very beautiful.” His light form was shifted, a pair of strong arms pulling him into a rough embrace. Without his eyes his senses lurched, collecting rapidly to retrieve what the sight had neglected. A scent pungent and intoxicating of sakura mingled with masculine spice crept upon him, mingled with the slight scent of smoke, not his own brand but a slightly stronger type, the one the Sakurazukarmori used to smoke. Hands fell upon something soft he identified as the covers of his bed as he was half hoisted, half flung across the sheets. There was something darkly arousing in his submission, but the man was not alive, not real.

A soft sob racked Subaru’s chest, the only emotion he was capable of showing. No tears fell though, his eyes had long forgotten how to cry. A soft whisper was offered up to his attack. “Why do you haunt me so?” A soft finger was placed upon his lips, calloused but so real. “Shh Subaru-kun you know you do not wish me to go.” And he didn’t, in his hearts he would rather be haunted by imagined spectres than be alone, truly alone. Slowly limbs were bound by rough movements, silk ribbons employed, so familiar. He could almost feel the smirk as golden orbs burned into him, appraising him. “You are as thin as you were always Subaru-kun.” Affection in his voice? He squirmed, crimson ebbing over his cheeks, open and ready below the shadow that tormented him so.

Soft delicate movements of ghostly hands whispered over him so tenderly and then pain, sharp pain as a nail drug down his sternum. Pleasure and pain the intoxicating wine Seishirou drugged him with. There was not one without the other. Silently he bore and endured the pain to be granted a softer feathery touch. Whimpers and moans fell from his lips as one replaced the other in the endless love, hate cycle that was his relationship. Heat seared through him as the final movements were played, bodies moving in unison to achieve some common goal. Then all went silent and cold, ribbons melting as though unreal. Eyes fluttered open, his body strewn haphazardly across his bed. Had it been real? Was it a mere delusion of his twisted mind. Was he truly going crazy? It did not matter in the end after all.

.::Do you feel the same? Well that's all I need to know. ::.

Turning slightly a shadowy form drew into his vision, moving slowly towards the door. Springing up he moved with grace across the floor, ignoring his protesting sore limbs from straining against binds that could never have been. He cried out, the figure stopped and turned. He too stopped, words leaving his lips in a hoarse whisper. “Just tell me one thing, tell me what you never could in life Seishirou-san. Tell me you love me as I love you.” A quirky if not sad smile formed on the shapeless face that had neither beginning nor end. He could feel the smile though and the way those eyes would gaze and catch his. A soft breeze flickered the curtains, brushing his hair from his vision before finally the shadow replied. “Be at peace Suberagi Subaru. I have lost the bet.” The next day Subaru Sumeragi was found dead. He was sprawled across the floor behind his door dead. He bore no wounds nor even a suggestion of what had contributed to his death. All he wore was a smile, a slight smile of knowing that could never be erased.

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Song used is Thunder by East 17/E17 whatever they called themselves at the time they released it.
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