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Disclaimer: I don’t own X/1999, I didn’t come up
with any of their brilliant characters, they’re the geniuses not me!
The character of Alex,
Jacob, Venus, Charlie, David and Dimitri are all mine. The Noters are half
reality. The rest belong to all the book/movie/TV stuff they came from. If you
can spot where they’re from then good for you!
It was on the first patrol
shift Yuzuriha had that she met the Blue Fairy.
As per Kamui’s recommendations the young girl was paired off with her
vampire equivalent for a trial shift.
Indeed Victoria and
Yuzuriha got along so well that they promised each other to ask to be always
paired together. Despite the age difference, despite the
cultural difference, despite the fact that one was mortal and the other was a
vampire, they where almost completely identical in personalities.
Yuzuriha’s English problems were solved in an
intense two weeks of studies in the infirmary. Anyone else who had such
problems went through the excruciating cram school-like experience as well.
The two girls spent
most of their patrol babbling getting hardly any good studying of the patrol as
should be.
Yuzuriha should have
learnt where the patrol moves through, what things to take note of and what to
ignore. After all, the Lost Dimension was something full of phenomenon of the
likes of which Yuzuriha never encountered and she needed to know what was good
and what was bad.
But she didn’t…..which
wasn’t that good but it was either that bad, she could learn from experience, thought
Victoria. The vampire fledgling was not
quit that good at learning things enough to teach anyone, she thought.
Yuzuriha stopped dead
as she saw one of the most beautiful things her young eyes ever lay on:
A long gondola in
bright blue sailed towards them with a single person in it. The gondola hovered
above the ground as if the air was a river, gliding ever so elegantly. As it
rode the air little bright blue and white glitters trailed after it like a
comet tail.
Inside sat a woman
clad in a bright blue dress. Two transparent and twinkling fairy wings perked
out of her back. Her face was beautiful and kind, beaming soft light in the
night. She had soft black hair descending gracefully down to her shoulders. Her
eyes were the same bright color as her outfit and gondola.
The Blue Fairy sailed
her boat next to Yuzuriha and beamed a wonderful smile at the young girl,
reaching out a bright blue lace gloved hand for a handshake. “Hello, are you
one of the thirteen newcomers?” her voice was like soft little silver bells
jingling, so gentle and pleasant to the ear.
Yuzuriha stared at her
for a while, unable to talk.
“Isn’t it obvious that
she is Blue Fairy?” Victoria twitted merrily, drawing the gaze
of the matching bright blue eyes.
“Hello Vicki, how are
you dear?” the soft voice asked.
“I’m fine! I have a
new friend!” she bounced on the balls of her feet, gesturing at Yuzuriha who
started snapping out of her shock.
“And how is your
master? I heard he returned along with the newcomers”
Victoria took some time to answer that
question, her red gaze was covered with puzzlement and longing “M…master?….oh….ah, Alex! Well, he’s fine as well!” she looked away
sadly.
“That’s good to hear,
how is his loved one, Kamui?”.
Yuzuriha was now in
full control of her mind again “Kamui? He’s fine …hey, I can talk again! I’m
sorry I blacked out a little”
The Fairy beamed
another smile “That’s alright, I get that a lot” she laughed a small charming
laughter.
“So, how is the
wedding going?” Victoria chirped suddenly.
“Wedding? You’re getting married Fairy?
That’s so great! To whom?” Yuzuriha hopped on the spot,
beaming as well.
Fairy blushed a little yet kept her smile on “To Charlie, one of
the doctors in the infirmary, have you met him, I’m sure you have”
“Oooooh, yes! I have met him! He’s such a nice guy, you’ll be such a
lovely couple, I’m so happy for you!” she was chirping and bouncing on her
feet, sending Victoria into it as well.
For a while they
rejoiced like that, under the somewhat parental stare of Fairy who began
feeling a little uncomfortable.
Finally Yuzuriha calmed
down enough to talk again “So, what do you do here Fairy?”
“I sail around at
night helping newcomers find their way to the infirmary. I help the depressed
and desperate find light. I help spread hope and love around here” she smiled
proudly “I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you landed, it was my night off….I need
a lot these nowadays. This wedding isn’t helping with my schedule management
you know…” her spirit sunk a little bit for a while and the two girls saw how
the usually fresh and happy Fairy suddenly looked very tired.
“We can help! The
people who came with me too! I’m sure no one would say no! We’ll help wherever
it’s needed! Please let us help you” Yuzuriha took the Fairy’s hands in her,
looking the woman in the eyes.
They filled with
happiness again. “That’s so sweet of you dear, of course you can help, any help
is needed….there’s so much to do”
“We’ll come to the
infirmary and help when we can! Could we do that?” Yuzuriha leaned in closer.
“Yes….thank you….” The
girls sunk into happier girl babbling, keeping it up even after Fairy sailed on
and away from them.
*********************
The night after it Yuzuriha wasn’t on a patrol duty
but on house duties. She was always happy to do those. that’s when she’d get a
chance to work with her friends again like in the days they were in Clamp
Campus….god it seemed like years away when it was merely a few weeks ago.
The meal was ready. She
wiped the sweat from her cheeks and forehead, smearing the dirt from her hands
over her apron while yelling for the people in the house to come to dinner.
They’ve found a long
table upside down in one of the rooms of the house and made it their dinner
table. They later found enough chairs for them all, even when Kamui tagged in.
And he did that a lot,
always giving this excuse or the other for not spending his time with Alex.
Actually Kamui spent
most of his time with his Seal friends then with Alex and more time with Fuma
then with his Seal friends.
No one eyed the two
suspiciously, besides those who had the chance to be in danger by the Dragon
and still kind of found Fuma intimidating.
The boys were merely
reuniting after their long tragic separation by destiny, nothing more.
Nothing more but in
the eyes of one man who saw what was really going on. In his eyes the true
feelings of that reunion was seen, well….in his one seeing eye anyway…
Seishiro slacked over
into the house, exhausted from work just as everyone was sitting down for
dinner.
He took off his shoes
at the doorstep and slumped down to his chair at the table, by Subaru at the
end of the table. On the other end of the table was Seiichiro who was, along
with Seishiro, the oldest of the members in the house.
When Kamui walked in
as if in a hurry, sat down by Fuma sharing a happy glace with the older boy,
Seishiro frowned at them angrily. “Where’s Alex Kamui?”
The boy whipped his
eyes to Seishiro, surprised at the question suddenly coming from such a
direction.
Silence. No one started eating the food on
the table, not even Sorata. They stared from Kamui to Seishiro.
Kamui shrugged the
subject off “He’s on duty or something, I don’t know, idatakimas”
he began eating, refusing to go on talking about the subject.
Seishiro didn’t take
his eye off of the boy, not until his exhaustion took over him anyway.
Yuzuriha sighed deeply
as she stared down at her bowl.
Arashi inspected the
weary looking girl. “Is everything alright Yuzuriha-chan?” she sounded a bit
motherly.
Sorata adored how
lovable she was this way. One day she’ll probably be motherly to their children,
it made his heart skip in his chest.
“Everything’s
fine….it’s just that….well….I have another patrol shift today….”
“You’re with that
vampire aren’t you?” Arashi’s face became a porcelain
mask of grave discontent.
“Yes….” Yuzuriha
sighed again, poking at her food unwillingly. All they could find here was
western cutlery, chop sticks would be too much of a hassle to make and none of
them knew how.
“Is she that bad?”
Arashi kept inquiring
“Who
Bictoria? (A.N: remember Yuzuriha is Japanese so she can’t pronounce
‘V’, like in Fake Bikky is supposed to be Vici…..I think……errr…..) oh no she’s wonderful! I really love being on duty with her
only that……well……every night when I come to pick her up she’s just feeding for
the night and……” the girl stopped poking her food and put the cutlery down
completely.
“You mean you see her
eating off someone’s blood like that?!” Arashi became more and more serious and
reprimanding.
“What? No,
she’s drinking blood Alex gives her it’s just….not very appetizing to see….”
She sighed again.
“Yuzuriha” Arashi made
the girl look up to her with her serious and worried tone “I want you to keep
your guards around that vampire, you never know what she could do, she is a
monster after all, you know”.
Yuzuriha stared at
Arashi for a moment, a bit bewildered “But….but Bici-chan
will never hurt me….we’re friends…tomorrow when we’re not on duty we’re going
to help Venus with the wedding preparations, it’s going to be fun” she smiled,
hoping for someone to change the subject quickly. Arashi’s
stern gaze was bearing down on her like a heavy weight.
Somebody did, Nataku,
awfully awkward yet quit determined gave of a little “Ummm….Nekoi-san….”
The girl looked at him
surprised.
The bioroid was
actually bashful, almost blushing “I….ummm….could
you….umm…..can I join you in the flower field tomorrow?.....please….”.
Yuzuriha gave off one
of her uber-genki smiles at Nataku “Sure!!! Any help
would do good!”.
Nataku returned to dig
his plate with his fork, happy but still a bit awkward.
There was more silence
as everyone ate, their own thoughts busing their minds.
Only Seishiro finally
broke it, mumbling “I had my hands through doctors, dentists, and lawyers. ministers, prostitutes, beggars, rich men, poor men, normal
men, reporters, editors, you name it….but never ever did I have my hand
up a cow’s ass before…..”.
Of course he was
thinking out loud, a result of his fatigue, but it was heard non
the less.
Subaru looked at his
lover pitifully. The rest pretended they never heard it. “Don’t you have some
sort of an assistant to help you about?” the light onemoji tried to normalize
the conversation, desperate to get out of the horrible awkward silence in the
room.
“There is but he’s
some stupid ex-emperor who insists not to get his hands dirty with anything….damn
spoiled effeminate brat….”.
More silence….
That night as the
shifts changed from Alex and Kusanagi to Victoria and Yuzuriha Alex noted the young
girl’s somewhat sadness. “What’s the matter Yuzuriha?”
As Victoria was feeding off from his wrist he
noticed the girl was looking away sadly.
“Nothing….it just
that…..well….”
“You don’t have to
look you know…”
“No it’s not that…..”
she hung big eyes at her immortal partner “Bici-chan…..would
you ever hurt me?”.
Victoria stopped her drinking and stared
amazed at the one who became her best friend “Why….Yuzuriha….I’d never think of
doing anything like that! Ever!” tears of blood formed in her red eyes.
Yuzuriha stared back, watery
tears in her eyes.
“Yuzuriha” Alex’s
expression was grave and serious, bordering on angry “who told you she might
hurt you?”
Yuzuriha stared at Alex
surprised and afraid, and then hung her head down shrugging without an answer.
“Arashi did, didn’t she?” the girl didn’t react “Don’t trust anything
Arashi tells you about Victoria”
“But….but Arashi-san
is my friend, she’s worried about me”
“Arashi is also very
prejudiced. Sometimes even good people have bad opinions. Trust your heart not
your friends Yuzuriha, as tacky as it sounds”
Yuzuriha raised her
eyes to Alex’s, giving him a little smile.
The rest of their shift
went on with the usual chatting and merriness.
*****************
The day after that Karen
was on her duty, just on the edge of the city, near a line of cliffs
overlooking a place called Dragon Valley. Her partner to the shift was
Spike, who walked lazily, almost chain smoking, silently by her.
She stopped at the
Cliffside, looking at the scenery below. Between two chains of high, sharp
pointed hills lay a valley with a small village half in ruins at its pit.
Around the village, on the hillside, cave holes caused the earth to looked more
like Swiss cheese.
“Why do they call this
Dragon Valley?” she asked, her eyes noting
little dots of various colors at the entrance of some of the caves.
Spike sat down on the
ground by Karen’s feet, lighting another cigarette from the bud of the last
one. “Well” he said after puffing out the smoke he inhaled “you see all the
holes around the city? It’s dragon caves, a whole clan
of dragons live there all around the people in that city”
“Aren’t the people
afraid of the dragons?”
“There’s a deep grudge
between the people and the dragons. The dragons, so I heard, are as smart and
civilized as humans are but the people of the city won’t believe it so they treat
the dragons like beasts.
“There is a long
dispute over who was in the city first with the people and the dragons
sometimes attacking each other. There’s a whole base of Noters there, guarding
the humans. Sometimes they don’t know on who’s side
they should be”
“Noters? Are they qualified to handle
dragons?!”
“Well, I heard the
dragons aren’t that brutal and the Noters of that particular base were at a
very similar job in some city in their dimension before they came here”.
Karen looked onwards
into the distance; beyond the city she could see a strange glow to the
landscape. “What’s beyond the valley?”
“Where the glow is?
That’s the Tralfamadores Craters. You
shouldn’t ever get close to the Dragon Valley because the
dragons don’t like the idea of more humans in their territory but to those
craters you REALLY don’t want to go”
“Why?”
“I
wasn’t here when it all happened so I’ve only heard stories of what happened….”
Karen
sat down to hear the story better. She nicked one of Spike’s cigarettes and lit
it.
“When
the Tralfamadores arrived here they hid in the craters and started luring
people towards them, mostly from Dragon Valley but also from
the city when it was over there” he pointed to the west.
“What
do you mean lured them, with what? What for?”
“Those
things aren’t humans, they’re some sort of aliens who
feed off on human emotions. They lure a human towards them and jail them while
constantly giving them an illusion of the rest of their lives lived fully.
“They
keep swinging you between your past and this made up future while feeding off
on your emotions. They keep you in cages like animals, so I heard. But you
don’t know that, you just see the dreams they’re selling you.
“The
thing is that when you don’t give off enough emotions they start showing you
your painful past and stuff to get you on an emotional rollercoaster again. I
heard that when they arrived they almost got one of the Noter officers in Dragon Valley. They kept
swinging him from a happy life illusion back in his dimension to the times when
two of his soldiers were killed in the city they were in.
“And
when we managed to get to him we found another man there, a World War 2 veteran
who also swung from a happy-go-lucky future to his worst war traumas. That guy,
they really messed his head up, when we wanted to set him free all he wanted
was back with the Tralfamadores….he got back to them eventually….we’ll never
know if he’s still alive or not….”.
Karen
stared at the view. She was thinking of what Spike just told her when she
noticed a lonely figure on the very edge of a very steep cliff near them.
“Spike, there’s someone there, are people supposed to be here?”
“No….not
really, it’s dangerous by these cliffs. Let’s go talk to this someone, see
what’s up”.
When
they got close enough they noticed it was Alex sitting at the cliff’s edge, dangling
his feet down to the abyss. He stared off at the distance, looking like sadness
on earth.
Karen’s
chest ached to see her friend like that, she knew why he was sad but she never
thought it’d be that hard on Alex.
“Hey….Alex?!”
he didn’t notice the two until they shook him a bit by the shoulder.
He
turned a couple of sad eyes to them “Oh….hey you guys, what’s up….say…have you
seen Kamui on your shift or something?”.
He
was answered by a little awkward silence from Karen and an “I saw him with the
other kid a while ago, they were heading to their house thingy” from Spike.
“….With
Fuma….oh well, those two have a lot to catch up on….don’t they….” He almost
looked sick when he stared off into the horizon again.
Karen
began feeling very very angry.
All
Alex got from Kamui lately was brushing offs and angry words. Kamui kept
swinging from miserable surrender that totally put Alex off to repressed anger
that only earned him angry silence from Alex.
Most of the time Kamui would just take off, not even
bothering to meet up with Alex at all.
It
was eating at Alex who mostly found good opportunities to ambush Fuma and glare
at him until the boy almost pissed in his pants.
After
her shift Karen returned home to find the living room teeming with life.
Most
of the house members besides Yuzuriha (on patrol) and Nataku (in therapy) were
in the living room talking, resting, playing or whatever. Karen stood at the
doorway silently watching the scene. She had her share of dinner waiting for
her in the makeshift oven but she could delay it to enjoy this.
Subaru
was sitting on a sofa with Seishiro, rubbing the older man’s feet
“Oh…you’re
an angel Subaru-kun, you’re so kind”
“Knock
it off would you or I’ll stop”.
Kusanagi
was sunk in a feverish chess game with Seiichiro “You’re letting off your
guards Aoki-san, you didn’t see what I just did coming”
“Hmmm,
I am a bit exhausted after work”.
Karen
noted Seiichiro tended to bury the fact he would never see his family again and
what it made him feel by becoming a bit of a workaholic. By him sat a huge pile
of papers he brought home to work on.
Arashi
was reading a book silently, sitting most dignifiedly in Sorata’s
lap (only she could do that and look dignified) who was reading across her
shoulder.
“Say,
babe, are you going to flip the page soon or what?”.
Silence.
Yutu
had invited a young Noter girl over. They were sitting at the windowsill talking
most intimately. Karen couldn’t catch a word of their conversation.
Fuma
and Kamui were washing the dishes after dinner, chatting merrily with such
happiness and excitement as only a young couple could.
That’s
when the sense of domestic happiness and warmness came crushing down, burning
in the anger that started inside Karen since she saw Alex at the Cliffside.
She
stormed over to the kitchen making herself as
noticeable to the rest as possible.
As
she wanted it, Kamui and Fuma both turned to her surprised at her sudden
appearance.
She
didn’t give them long to stare before she slapped them both hard on their
faces, one after the other starting with Kamui.
She
stood there, calming her breath from her angr, as
everyone else in the living room suddenly stared in silent shock.
“Karen-san…”
Kamui began to speak.
The
red headed had to stop herself from slapping the boy again.
“SHUT
UP! You….you…..little ungrateful brat! Get out of this house! Go on, get out!
The man who saved your life and loves you more then anything is looking for you;
worried sick about you…get out! Now! Go to your own home!” she
threw her arm at the door’s direction, pointing angrily.
A
little more silence.
Kamui
noted that beyond Karen’s shoulder he could see Seishiro on the sofa glaring at
him with a similar look.
He
looked up at Fuma who just mouthed, rubbing his sore cheek. He shrugged angrily
and stormed out of the house. Even Sorata gave him a reprimanding look!
****************************
The
day after that Kamui and Fuma found themselves enough time to have a little
chat under a tree in a lovely relatively sunny day. They started off as happily
and friendly as before but soon fell into sad silence.
“Ano….Fuma….about yesterday….don’t think about it. Next time
we’ll just sit in your room so no one can bug us okay?”
“Um….Kamui….I…I
really would like to but….” Fuma looked at Kamui who was hanging hopeful eyes
at him.
Kamui
could be so beautiful sometimes that it took Fuma’s
breath away. He wanted to hold the boy in his arms and hug him, ignoring the
world around them.
He
didn’t finish his sentence; he just sent his hand to caress Kamui’s
cheek. The boy leaned into the touch, his eyes smiling and happy.
“Kamui,
you’re so beautiful you know that, you look like a cherub, a really beautiful
one”
“Fuma….”.
They
were leaning in towards each other, their noses touching, their lips almost touching…..when
Fuma felt his instincts tapping him on the shoulder.
He
whipped his head up and saw the figure of Alex approaching them from the
distance.
For
a moment he froze on the spot in panic, he didn’t know how good the older man’s
eyesight was; he only hoped he didn’t see them almost do that.
Fuma
leaped back to lean against the tree, leaving Kamui frozen the way he was, his
hand reaching out to be placed on Fuma’s neck if they
would kiss.
Alex
arrived there faster then Fuma imagined, for a moment he thought Alex did see
that little thing happening there.
Alex
carried a picnic basket under his arm and a folded checkered blanket in his
other hand. He stopped just a little behind Kamui, their closeness a statement,
and glared at Fuma enough to burn holes in the boy’s forehead.
“Ano, Kamui, I have to go now okay? I’ll see you later….urm….tomorrow maybe….bye” Fuma tried to make his walking
away not look too much like a panicked retreat.
Alex’s
glare didn’t stop following him until he was out of his sight.
Kamui
stayed the way he was, one hand in the air still, but his brain was storming
with thoughts. He didn’t have to look back and up to see how Alex was glaring
at Fuma, he didn’t have to ask why Fuma was leaving to know how much the older
boy was distressed.
Lately
Fuma has been canceling their meetings, making excuses and avoiding eye
contact. But deep inside Kamui could see Fuma was hurting because of it.
He
knew Fuma loved him, knew he loved Fuma, knew Alex loved him, and didn’t know
what he felt towards Alex anymore…..
Right
now he was angry at Alex chasing Fuma away like that. He’s allowed to spend
some time with his friend isn’t he?!
“I’m
allowed to spend some time with my friend don’t I?!” he growled, glaring
angrily at Alex “what do you want anyway?” he spat.
Alex
looked down at Kamui for a few second. Kamui could read the emotions running
across Alex’s face; Anger, fury, jealousy, misery, sadness, hope. “I just
brought you some lunch, thought we might have it together…you know, while you’re
still eating food…..” there was a bit of bitterness in the last words.
Actually
Alex was about to say more, even sit down by Kamui and
unfold the cloth for a picnic but he was stopped by the deadly glare from Kamui.
Mauve fire burning the beautiful face.
The
boy got to his feet, still glaring at Alex, getting angrier and angrier with
each second. “Why you….why did you have to scare Fuma away?! What made you
think I was hungry at the first place? Why do you always chase me about?....why…..” Kamui was huffing and puffing, gaining a
genuinely confused look from Alex.
“Why
I brought you lunch? Well I thought you might be hungry, you need to eat
anyways you’re still too thin I….”
“Stop
force feeding me all the time I’m not some fellow prisoner! Leave me alone
already won’t you? Don’t you get it? I….I….” Kamui was about to finish what he
was saying but he didn’t know just what he was trying to say.
His
words were slowly sinking into Alex’s head, making him angry now as well.
Kamui’s mind froze for a moment. All he
wanted was to run away, from Alex calming down and reaching out to touch him,
from this situation, from this place which no longer had Fuma around it, from
his puzzlement, from this new trouble he got himself into…..all he wanted was
to be alone and away from it all.
He
turned on his heels and ran away, letting his legs vent what was building
inside him.
Alex
followed suit, almost catching up with him “Kamui, where are you going? What’s
wrong, Kamui?”
“Leave
me alone! Just leave me alone already, stop chasing me, leave
me alone!!!!”
Kamui’s legs were taking him forward while
his eyes were still on Alex running after him.
He
didn’t notice where he was running; he didn’t notice he was running into the
graveyard. He didn’t notice David in his path.
David
turned around when he heard shouts behind him. To him his graveyard was his
domain, his home and his sanctuary; trespassers who don’t come there for a
funeral or to give a body over were most unwelcome.
He
walked a little towards the noise and saw Kamui chased by Alex. He saw the tears
in Kamui’s eyes (after seeing, vaguely, Kamui with
Fuma earlier), he saw the desperation in Alex’s eyes.
“Leave
me alone!!!!!”
“Hmm”
he grabbed the shovel by him and walked towards what he calculated would be Kamui’s path.
With
a skillfully aimed swing Kamui received a nasty blow to the head from the shovel
and collapsed to the ground. His head spun, the world around him fading and
darkening.
In
seconds Alex was by his side, cradling him softly. “Kamui, are you alright?
Kamui?” soft fingers brushed over the bruised forehead where it was starting to
redden and swell.
“Ouch….my
head…my head….” Is all Kamui said, grabbing his head,
closing his eyes to shut the blur out.
He
couldn’t think anymore, he couldn’t fight anymore; he was beaten, defeated, helpless,
hurt. He couldn’t think of anything right now but the pain in his head.
Snapping
his head to glare at David Alex growled “David!!!”.
Green fire burnt in the powerful face.
The
undertaker merely looked down coldly, scornfully, at the boy in Alex’s hands.
He checked the look in Alex’s eyes, finding that a bit more disturbing.
“Why
you….” Death growled at one of his Men.
“Alex!”
that stopped
him for long enough for David to put a few more words in. “Remember who you’re
brothers are, and who stabs you in the back” he said and turned around to walk
away, bettering his grip on the shovel.
He
left Alex frozen with surprise for a little while.
Kamui
emitting a little painful groan snapped him right back to reality. He shot to
his feet, unfolded his wings and took off on the short distance between the graveyard
and the infirmary.
**********************
“Okay….now
close your eyes, reach you arms forward and try to stay balanced …..hmm….I see….alright Kamui, that’ll be all. Nuriko will escort you to your room, rest for a while but
do everything to keep yourself from falling asleep.
“You
have a minor concussion, if you’ll fall asleep there’s a good chance that you
might not wake up from it.”
the doctor handed Kamui a few dark red
and green leafs “Take one of these now and one after each meal to keep you from
vomiting any more. Nuriko, if you don’t mind”.
Charlie
saw the nurse escorting the slightly wobbly Kamui away to a resting room before
he turned to sit by Alex.
The
other man was sitting as low looking as possible with his head hung down
leaning on his fists.
“Alexander
Michael, in all the years I’ve known you I’ve never seen you like this over
anyone. What’s up?”
Alex
only sighed, shaking his head desperately.
“I
see, you don’t want to talk about it….say, I know this is a bad question and
bad timing but….did you tell David to do that?”
That
gained Charlie an angry glare “What on earth made you think I’d hurt Kamui for
my own sake?”
“I
don’t know, I’ve seen you flip over people you love refusing you, you killed
someone like that before”
“Charlie….”
“I
know, I know, he messed with your head and he totally had it coming, I’m not
saying he didn’t but….something tells me you’ll do anything in the world to
keep Kamui with you Alex, you better watch yourself”
“What
would I do Charlie?”.
Charlie
merely stared at Alex for a while, silent and sad.
Charlie
was the first of the Rescue Team; he formed it the moment a man with super
human powers appeared in the Lost Dimension.
At
first he started as the only doctor around, being a Charlie Chaplin fan on the side.
Then the hard times the first city had took their toll on him and he began deteriorating
into constant depression and anger fits that interrupted with his work. The
only time that he was clear minded was when he was dressing up as Charlie
Chaplin for children in the little field hospital.
Lestate,
who was that second man in the newly formed Rescue Team, remembered how, slowly,
Charlie began dressing up to his shifts as well and even behaving like the
comedian’s most famous character, the tramp, on shifts and off of them.
Lately
Charlie, aided back to a complete person again by his love to Blue Fairy and
her love towards him, returned to be himself again and his outfit acting merely
as his clothes now.
most
of the times it meant that he wasn’t such a silly comedian between surgeries
and patients but more importantly it meant that he was more focused on the
people around him instead of on his own problems.
Charlie
was there when Alex first arrived and had watched him move from constant anger
and frustration over his loss (the dimension Alex was taken from was some sort
of a Heaven dimension) to recovery by the need of his powers in the Team. Then
he saw him deteriorating again, mostly after his first Noter had died, David
and Jacob’s arrival, Mouse’s mind games….then Kamui appeared.
Charlie’s
first memory of Alex was of getting chased by him in an extremely violent mood.
All Alex saw of Charlie was a glimpse of his upper lip, and the mustache on it.
When Alex finely caught up with Charlie (the doctor was so frightened his life
flashed before his eyes, knowing he is going to die) the light that fell on
Charlie fully saved his life when it showed the tramp character rather then what
Alex thought it was. Now when Charlie thought of it he found it funny.
“You
know Alex, I hardly recognize you anymore when I look at you now. You’ve
changed….I can’t find a word to it really but….something in you just…”
“Grew
old and weary”
“I
meant to say ‘matured’ but if you want to put it that way….”
“Charlie,
we don’t spend that much time together anymore now that you’re mostly in the
infirmary, you just didn’t see me in a long time, and I didn’t change”
“Ah
but I’ll always be there if you guys need me, you know that”
“No
Charlie, you’re going to be a married man soon, get a family, and get kids. Get
a life, don’t lose them, and trust me I know what I’m talking about”
Charlie
simply stared at him and smiled softly.
“Well”
Alex got up, hanging his head again “I’m going to see if Kamui isn’t falling
asleep, thanks for the treatment, bye”.
Charlie
sighed “Bye Alex….good luck…”.
Alex
sent a gentle rap on the door “Kamui? Can I come in”.
He
heard a groan from inside “Would it matter if I said no?....oh
come in….”.
Kamui
was sitting in his bed, gripping his thudding head with his hands, curled into
a little miserable ball.
The
infirmary ran out of painkillers and the taste of that horrible herbal medicine
Charlie gave him to stop his vomiting spasms left a horrible taste worse then
the headache.
Alex
sat softly next to Kamui on the bed, reaching out to ruffle his hair lovingly,
again he was shrugged off.
“You
told him to do that didn’t you?” came a growl from
inside the Kamui ball.
“Kamui
I’d never do something like that, David was just starting to dig a grave and
you ran right into him”
“Since
when do you swing a shovel that way to dig a grave?!”.
Silence.
Alex
sighed.
Kamui
groaned.
Then
he started crying, breaking under the mind numbing headache. He cried
powerfully, hysterically, miserably.
Alex
wrapped his arms around Kamui, pulling him towards him, placing a palm onto his
forehead.
But
his hand was brushed away angrily “Don’t touch me! God is this all you think
about? ‘Let’s be all nice to Kamui when he’s down and see if he’s weak enough
to let me have him’”.
If
Alex wouldn’t read that the pain was what drove Kamui to those half crazed
words he’d probably be angry now. Instead he brushed them away and reached down
to touch Kamui’s forehead again.
His
palm over the bruise, he created a little dose of painkillers into Kamui’s blood cycle. The face that twitched with pain now
relaxed, gaining it’s serene beauty again.
Kamui
kept crying because he was still emotionally painful, still confused and
miserable. Now he felt so weak with what happened to him he didn’t fight when
Alex held him again. He cried into the strong chest like he did in his home
world.
Each
sob hurt Alex as if he was the one crying, and more.
“What’s
wrong Kamui?” Alex whispered softly, his voice thick with love to the boy he
held “Why are you always so miserable around me? What have I done? How can I
help you? What do you want?”
Kamui
was crying so hard Alex wondered if the boy even heard him.
“I
want…(sniff)….I….(sob)…..I don’t know what I want….I....(hick)
“I
don’t want you…..” he broke into another fit of sobs, whimpering as he went
along “I want Fuma….I want to be with Fuma…..”.
He
felt the arms around him go limp. the body he was leaning against detached from
him completely. He raised his tearful eyes to watch as Alex left the room
without a word.
*********************
Fuma
was just mending his socks, using the sawing kit Karen pulled out of god knows
where, when he felt his instincts jab him again with a greater warning.
He
looked up and nearly jumped out of his skin as he saw Alex standing at his
doorstep looking grim and deadly.
They
stared at each other for a while in the tensest atmosphere ever to be made.
Fuma’s face tried to make up its mind if
it was scared, horrified, begging for mercy or angry.
Alex’
face were a frozen emotionless mask that somehow managed to ooze of hatred and
repressed extreme violence.
“Kamui
wants to be with you. Go to him” he said coldly.
Fuma
still sat on the bed frozen in shock.
Alex
reached to his sword and pulled it out while taking a threatening step forwards
“Go now before I’ll kill you”.
That
was all Fuma had to hear to snap him out of his shock and send him running,
without as much as his socks to his feet.
He
ran as fast as he ever remembered himself running. Faster then when the school
nurse told him of Kotori’s ‘heart attack’, faster
then he ever ran in P.E classes, faster then in his basketball games or
training, faster then when he ran after Kamui to his home’s shrine as he noted
the men in black trying to block his entrance.
He
stormed into the infirmary and into the room where he saw Kamui on the bed. The
moment he walked into the room beautiful violet eyes, tearful and pain filled,
hung on to him, sparking up with happiness in a moment “Fuma!!!!”
***********************
Kakyou
sat on his usual seaside dreamscape, looking at the ocean.
He
didn’t find relaxation here anymore, despite the fact this was always his place
for comfort.
He
changed the dreamscape to a forest one and smiled to himself.
He
wondered to himself why on earth if all that he’s been seeing lately is forest,
forest, and some more forest did he want to see forest when he closed his eyes.
He shrugged at it and added another item to his dreamscape.
It
was Dimitri, cutting wood blocks for the fireplace.
He
watched the man wield his axe over and over, so simply yet so efficiently and
perfectly.
One
day he’ll be able to do it too, Kakyou promised himself he’ll try and try and
try again until he’ll be able to. Right now he could hardly hold onto one of
those pieces of woods, not even the smallest. Even a twig got him cramped and
pained after a few minutes.
But
Dimitri has been most patient with him, keeping him and fending for him despite
the fact that Kakyou was more of a burden then any help. And he wasn’t even any
sort of helpful company; they still had a lot of language problems.
On
the other hand there seemed to be a silent conversation between them about everything
and nothing at the same time.
One
evening as they were sitting in front of the fireplace silently drinking hot
tea, one of those silent conversations happened.
Dimitri
noticed the odd way Kakyou was sitting on the floor and stared at it, obviously
confused.
When
Kakyou was looking back at him to see why the man was staring at him Dimitri
snapped his eyes from Kakyou’s legs to his face with
a questioning curious look.
Kakyou
got up (aided by Dimitri) then sat down again, showing the man how to organize
his feet under himself neatly to sit that way.
Dimitri
got up and tried to do the same, then snapped after a few minutes of sitting
this way. He was rubbing his feet and knees, sending a miserable puppy gaze at Kakyou
who couldn’t help smiling.
That
made Dimitri look at him for a while, eyes lit with softness. He sent his rough
palm and brushed a strand of hair away from Kakyou’s
face over behind his ear, lightly brushing the side of his face with the back
of his strong fingers.
It
made Kakyou blush into a lovely shade of red. It made his heart skip a beat.
Kakyou
remembered that moment and smiled to himself.
In
his dreamscape everything was as it is in real life and in real life, even in
the upcoming winter’s cold, Dimitri was chopping wood with no shirt on.
Kakyou
followed the muscles on Dimitri’s back move as they
worked, his mind wondering over to the golden curls on the man’s chest now
hidden from him.
“So
sorry to interrupt you but I think I need to speak to you about these
thing, don’t I?” a strange female voice cut right through Kakyou’s
wondering mind and sent his dreamscape shuttering around him like glass.
He
turned around to look at who appeared in his dream.
It
was not much of ‘who’ and not quite a ‘what’; it was definitely some sort of an
entity. It formed itself into something woman like, yet the more Kakyou tried
to rationalize her looks and focused her in his mind as one thing it would
change and turn into an unrecognizable mess again. One moment it was a focused
bright light, the other it was a collection of colors, swaying and swiveling in
a mess.
“What…..what….”
“What
am I?” it laughed a little. Even its voice was unrecognizable anymore, not a
trace of the feminine quality Kakyou first picked up at first. “I am the destiny
of this dimension”
“Destiny?!” Kakyou found it was very difficult
to look at that….thing when still standing, he sat down and found that the
slight dizziness it caused him didn’t get any better.
“I’m
the power that makes the decisions over what happens in this dimension, I’m the
one that makes it all happen. You had destiny in your world?”
“You’re
the one that made all the people in this dimension suffer, aren’t you?”
He
wasn’t answered, instead the thing expanded and grew until it former a screen
in front of Kakyou stretching beyond the boundaries of his vision. He got the
impression that this silence was an angry one.
“Kuzuki Kakyou, listen carefully to what I’m about to say,
you’re the only one I will share this with. This dimension has no balance in
it”
“Balance?”
“Yes
Kakyou, every world needs a certain thing to balance it,
you wouldn’t understand because you’re not like me but believe me that certain
forces need to be kept in balance in a world’s core in order to keep events
from becoming too extreme on the world’s surface.
“In
some worlds the balance is only straightened and gained by one single event
that fixes the balance back to normal when it sways. You were in a world like
that Kakyou; the ‘Battle of the
Apocalypse’ as you named it was there to create balance”
“But
it didn’t create balance it…”
“What
you’re allowed to know is one thing and the whole big picture is another Kuzuki Kakyou, now listen to me and do not interrupt!
“Such
worlds are worlds with great balance, such a good balance that it only needs
fixing once and no more. Other worlds are in such worse balance it needs
creatures to keep it in balance…..now what?”
Kakyou
raised his hand in the air to hint he had a question. “You said ‘world’ don’t
you mean ‘dimension’?”
“No
Kuzuki Kakyou, I mean ‘world’ because that’s how you
call your Earth and somehow in every dimension Earth is in a state of bad
balance.
“You
wonder why? Well, it’s because of humans, again it’s not something you’ll ever
understand or should even hear the explanation to make you understand but they
disturb their own world’s balance.
“Because
of that in worlds with bad balance three creatures must be around to keep the
balance. Each carry the very core of human’s cause of miss-balance. These three
things are: Love, Justice and Death” the thing stopped it’s talking, waiting
for Kakyou to take all of this in.
“Why these three things of all the forces which
drive humans?”
“Think
about it, it’s the key things around which humans swirl in their every action.
These are the three things that decide a human’s every behavior: the thing they
Love, their ideas and ideals of Justice and their fear or idea of Death”.
Kakyou
thought about it for a while then nodded to show the thing it can move on.
Actually he still needed some time to think it over.
“As
I was beginning to say, in those middle-stated worlds those three creatures
whatever they are, each on their turn, live for a while to keep the balance
around.
Just
like your ‘Battle’ that seemed about the environment while balancing things
around, the roles these Love Justice and Death play in their lives is nothing
to do with the balance keeping, acting only as a cover up….now what?”
“Isn’t
that a bit cruel of you? I saw what the ‘Battle’ did to people
in my group, people in the rival group….people at all….isn’t it a bit cruel to
run these games like that without even an explanation?”
“I
won’t answer that Kuzuki Kakyou, you’re not on a
level to understand these things and I’m not going to bother with it at all
right now….”
“You
don’t have emotions” Kakyou stated, knowing she will brush him off. Back in his
world he had a vague theory that whatever it was controlling destiny was an
emotionless entity, now he was given proof of it.
“What?....I don’t care, listen already or I’ll have you dead!
“Middle-
stated worlds, as I was just mentioning, are like the world Alex was in, he was
Death in his dimension. He is Death in here too but it’s not helping….
“This
dimension is in the worst of state with balance all ruined and broken, it needs
fixing immediately. That’s what I’m talking about; this world needs all
three creatures around to keep the balance”
“All three Love, Justice and Death?”
“Yes
Kazuki Kakyou, all three”
That’s
when the thing stopped swirling and changing appearances in front of Kakyou and
started working as the screen it formed itself to be.
Kakyou
watched with awe.
“Love”
it said. On the screen Kakyou saw Yutu in a field of daisies, smiling happily,
beaming with a wonderful inner light. His eyes half lid, his head raised up face
like he was enjoying the brilliant sunlight and the weather around him.
On
the bottom of the field at his feet a naked blond woman with daisies as a
skimpy outfit and daisies stuck behind her ears lay. She held hands with
another woman clad in bright blue with bright blue gentle fairy wings. The
moment Kakyou managed to take in all the details the picture changed.
“Justice”
the voice said. Kakyou saw Kamui and Fuma dressed in the matching school
uniforms he knew, they stood inside some sort of a marble hall. Both their eyes
were covered with a similar cloth and both held their hands at their sides.
One
hand of their held their shinkens away from them, as
if to set them aside. The other arm met the other’s arm in a straight line.
From
the place where their fingers met a scale hung down, completely balanced.
At
the bottom of the picture Kakyou saw a little army spread across the line of
vision. Young men and women were in the crowd. Standing amongst them were a few
older looking men and women, all wore uniforms of blue, red and black with
white helmets.
Unlike
the neglected shinkens these men and women’s firearms
were in full fighting mode, prepared to shoot.
On
one side of the picture, a little bigger then the army stood a man in white and
golden fur coat holding a sword before him, he stood sideways to Kakyou’s point of view and looked straight forward.
On
the other end stood a woman, hardly clad in a half torn black outfit. Her black
hair was a mess yet her eyes from what he saw them were determined, her face
serious. She held a key out in from of her and a chain in the other hand. She
too was facing sideways, looking directly at the fur coated man.
A
shot of recognition panged through Kakyou’s mind;
Kamui and Fuma were together in something, Kamui with Fuma and not with Alex.
“Death”
the voice said. It was the last thing it said. Kakyou stared at a picture of
Alex sitting on a black rock in his battle dress, wings and armor on, his sword
held out before him.
The
picture showed a few other people, all standing in a gloomy night’s light, the dark
blue atmosphere around them brightening only to light their features. The land
they stood on was charred and ruined with patches of snow lay scattered on the
ground here and there.
Closest
to Alex stood the two Onimojis, one on each side of
the rock, each holding out a few of their ofuda. Seishiro was smiling his
trademark fake grin while Subaru just looked stoically at Kakyou’s
general direction.
At the bottom of the picture, on each side sat the
vampires; Lestate and Victoria, looking at each other smiling to reveal their vampire
fangs.
Another
man stood to Alex’s left side. He stood with his backs to Kakyou with his heads
tilted down so his faces somehow showed. He had only a pair of black pants on
him, a red plus sign on his back between two raven-like wings. He held a shovel
with one hand and looked away without a single emotion or expression in his
face.
Something
again rang into Kakyou’s mind. Just when he was about
to put a finger on the conclusion he was torn from his dream.
Kakyou
opened his eyes to see the wooden ceiling above him.
For
a moment he forgot everything in the blankness of a fresh new awakening after
sleep.
Then
it all came crushing down on him as the conclusion hit him clearly: this
Justice-Death thing will not go down well….something will go wrong….
But
first he must tell them! He must tell them what’s happening here before any
more misunderstandings happen, before more people will suffer because it’s
destiny’s stupid wish.
Kakyou
sat on his bed and made up his mind: he will no longer sit and watch placidly
as destiny goes trampling down on people like that! He will see the future and
do something about it!!! He will not be the weak thing he was back then, no
more! He will take action!
He stumbled
off his bed and wobbled over to the little shed where the horse stood.
Dimitri,
who was out roasting a big pheasant on a small fire, watched Kakyou as the
weakly man fought determinedly to lift the horse’s reins and plug to get them
on the animal.
He
faintly managed to hang the things on the horse then ran off to get the saddle.
He hardly managed to even pull the heavy leather and metal thing away from it’s shelf.
He
was stopped by a heavy hand over his small narrow palm where they lay on the
saddle. A questioning blue stare asked him what he needed.
This
is the time when silent conversation was the last thing Kakyou needed, he was
urgent, he needed to get the message through to Dimitri and he needed to be
understood. He was working himself into panic.
Frustrated,
all Kakyou could do was point in the general direction of the city and look
frantic.
Dimitri
simply stood there, frowning, trying to read his friend’s expression. “Infirmary?”
the man finally asked.
Kakyou
shook his head, tears forming in his eyes with desperation. He covered his face
with his hands; they were shaking with the effort he just put them through.
Dimitri
watched this and got worried.
He
grabbed the saddle and heaved it onto the horse, quickly fastening it and the reins
to the beast then sat Kakyou swiftly yet gently on the horse and jumped on it
himself.
They
stormed away from the little cottage so fast Kakyou found himself smacked against
Dimitri’s chest with the speed, between the strong arms
holding the reins.
Even
in the speed of the horse’s canter Dimitri managed to send one of those soft
confident smiles down at Kakyou who looked up bashful at the sudden physical
contact.
Kakyou
quickly cleared his mind from this thought, focusing on what was ahead of him
and how he’ll break the news to Love, Justice and Death.
(tbc)
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