X - Haunted
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Category:
+S to Z › X/1999
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
3,527
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own X/1999, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Dear Johnny
Obligatory Disclaimer: CLAMP owns X. I make no claims to it. In fact, if I owned it, it probably wouldn\'t have made it past the first manga. >.>
The second and last sinfully short chapter, I promise! Also, with five more to go, We\'re officially 2/3 of the way through. Be proud of me, damnit~ :3
Subaru is still a bastard. Sorry XD;; But this time, it\'s with Seishirou~
Thanks to Catie, Colin, and Ryo-chan for betaing! Much love for j00~ :D
--==--
I was smoking again, the last cigarette in the pack. God knows how many I had gone through that day. They blurred together with the kisses, the pricey sake.
I sighed, suppressing a yawn, and looked down at Seishirou, lying beside me. He was holding my wrist in one hand, tracing stars on my palm, his fingers tracing every bit of my skin, almost as ippinpping it.
It was strange... when I came back to him, he seemed different somehow. The same mocking smile, the same cold eyes. Maybe it was in his touch, the bruising intensity seemed to contain a hidden hesitance that hadn\'t been there before. Or maybe it was that I hadn\'t noticed.
I raised my cigarette to lips that were still inflamed, tingling slightly. Took one last drag, then reached over to stub it out in the overfull ashtray that lay on the nightstand.
He kissed my hand, turning it over, tracing his mark with his lips. I frowned, watching him.
He was tracing those invisible connections, the bond that held us together. Funny, lately I had almost forgotten about it.
~ Johnny dear don\'t be afraid
~ I will keep your secrets safe
~ Bring me to the blind man who
~ Lost you in his house of blue
His eyes were dark, distant as his fingers trailed up, turning my hand over, brushing over the pulse of my wrist. And my breath caught with realization.
Seishirou was a liar.
His words, his actions, his cold, mocking cruelty. It was all so deliberate. Calculated. All planned to push me away. Not because he didn\'t feel... but because he felt too much.
He was afraid of getting too close. My lips twitched, the beginnings of a cold smile. How utterly, sickeningly tragic.
I let out my breath, then leaned down to him, nuzzling into his neck, my hand catching his in a tight grip.
I had won.
The second and last sinfully short chapter, I promise! Also, with five more to go, We\'re officially 2/3 of the way through. Be proud of me, damnit~ :3
Subaru is still a bastard. Sorry XD;; But this time, it\'s with Seishirou~
Thanks to Catie, Colin, and Ryo-chan for betaing! Much love for j00~ :D
--==--
I was smoking again, the last cigarette in the pack. God knows how many I had gone through that day. They blurred together with the kisses, the pricey sake.
I sighed, suppressing a yawn, and looked down at Seishirou, lying beside me. He was holding my wrist in one hand, tracing stars on my palm, his fingers tracing every bit of my skin, almost as ippinpping it.
It was strange... when I came back to him, he seemed different somehow. The same mocking smile, the same cold eyes. Maybe it was in his touch, the bruising intensity seemed to contain a hidden hesitance that hadn\'t been there before. Or maybe it was that I hadn\'t noticed.
I raised my cigarette to lips that were still inflamed, tingling slightly. Took one last drag, then reached over to stub it out in the overfull ashtray that lay on the nightstand.
He kissed my hand, turning it over, tracing his mark with his lips. I frowned, watching him.
He was tracing those invisible connections, the bond that held us together. Funny, lately I had almost forgotten about it.
~ Johnny dear don\'t be afraid
~ I will keep your secrets safe
~ Bring me to the blind man who
~ Lost you in his house of blue
His eyes were dark, distant as his fingers trailed up, turning my hand over, brushing over the pulse of my wrist. And my breath caught with realization.
Seishirou was a liar.
His words, his actions, his cold, mocking cruelty. It was all so deliberate. Calculated. All planned to push me away. Not because he didn\'t feel... but because he felt too much.
He was afraid of getting too close. My lips twitched, the beginnings of a cold smile. How utterly, sickeningly tragic.
I let out my breath, then leaned down to him, nuzzling into his neck, my hand catching his in a tight grip.
I had won.