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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, Anthony and Dimitri are all mine. The Noters are half reality. The rest
belong to all the book/movie/TV/anime/manga they came from. If you can spot
where they�re from then good for you!

Author�s Thanks: to Tekko (I do not give
you too much credit! You deserve it dear and yes I think Sei-Sei
would bury you under the sakura if you joined in the slapping XD). To Skd (what�s OOC in Karen? Do tell, I need
these things. And to the anon. reviewer from Clampesque
board, I�m not sure you�ve got this far in the chapters but anyways, when you
do; hiya! (waves hand).

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! To this fic!!!! I�ve begun writing it somewhere along a
year ago!!! Ah, the memories�.the memories�..writing it into
the night�..publishing and getting zit for reviews�.just like today ha ha! Anyways, happy birthday New World (oh, back then
it was called �The Visitor� or something like that�.it only became �A New
World� later when they�ve got to The Lost Dimension�.right�..never mind) on
with the story!!! This is a rather short chapter but it has to be or it�d be
too long and diverse in subjects�.anyways the next one�s gonna
be half long then the next will definitely be long!

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Chapter 27 � En Route

The
night was far too hot, sticky and lonely for Fuma to bear.

He
tossed and turned in bed a bit, his straining manhood nagging him to do
something about himself.

Fuma
had no idea where such needs would come to his head now of all times. He
was quit shameful about it really.

Maybe
it was the constant surrounding of death all around him, he thought, forcing
him to fight for whatever sign of life he still had within him.

He
walked down to Yutu�s room, trying to wake the man and
ask him to work the spell which made him see Kamui when they were singing;
maybe they�ll be able to work something out that way, together.

Yutu
was awake, sitting on his bed looking irritated and tired. Never the less, he
greeted Fuma with a bright warm smile, taking a quick glance at the youth�s
boxers before making his smile a little sneakier.

�P�please,
Yutu-san�.� Fuma wanted to run away screaming with shame.

�Ah,
it�s alright, I was your age once you know, as strange as it might sound now�

�I�m
sure you were, I don�t think you�re that old�

�You
should really� Yutu giggled, stretching a bit on the bed.

He
only caught the whiff of his own slightly seductive behaviour a moment before
Fuma caught it, and stopped himself immediately.

What
on earth was he doing?! Was he feeling that lonely?!

�Yutu-san�.may
I ask you to work that singing thing again for me�.I�.well�.I�m lonely
and�..these days are so difficult for me�.�

Yutu�s sneaky smile broadened �Are you sure it�s the
singing magic you want me to work?� he winked, making the teen before him turn
into a deep shade of red.

��Please,
Yutu-san��

�All
right, all right, I�ll see what I can do�� Yutu closed his eyes and leaned into
his bed�s headboard, concentrating.

That�s
strange, it seems like he couldn�t pick the sensation of Kamui�s
love for Fuma�.perhaps something happened�.

But
hang on a minute, he couldn�t sense Subaru�s love for Seishiro, or the other
way around�.he couldn�t even feel Alex�s love for Kamui though the latter was
like a bright burning star in a dark night.

Something
funny is going on.

Kicking
his powers to their highest level, calling out to Vash, Blue Fairy and Venus to
recruit their abilities as well, he strained.

And
he got nothing! Not a single emotion from any of them! Strange�.

�What?
What�s wrong? What happened?� Fuma almost leaped on the bed by Yutu, grabbing
the blond�s arm, begging for information.

�Please,
Fuma-kun, keep a safe distance from me with that thing in your boxers�

�Ah!
I�m sorry�.but tell me what�s happened?�

Yutu
scanned the large bodied teen before him. Fuma was more then anxious, he was
trembling slightly and sweaty, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets
with worry.

�I
think they�ve opened a distance big enough from us that I can�t sense them
anymore�

�What?!�

�They�re
too far away Fuma-kun, I can�t sense them anymore�

��..�

�I�m
sorry��

Fuma
hung his head and started crying, collapsing on the little chair by Seiichiro�s side of the bed.

Yutu
was about to mention something about Fuma crumpling Seiichiro�s
well organised clothes for tomorrow but found he was not bothered enough and
besides, Fuma needs this release does he not?

Yutu
crawled on the bed to sit closer to Fuma, placing his hands on Fuma�s broad shoulders, rubbing gently.

Fuma
collapsed forward, placing his head on Yutu�s lap (sidewise,
Yutu thanked him for it silently) and cried harder.

When
he recovered, Fuma dragged himself back to his bed with a head twice heavier
with worries and fears.

*********************

Fuma
passed by the room intended for Arashi�s baby.

It
was now fully furnished and painted with whatever leftovers Sorata and Kazuki
found in an abandoned house. The room was practically prepared for the baby.

It
was supposed to be a happy looking place, filled with the love and hopes of the
soon to be new parents, with the impending great love from the rest of the
house�s inhabitants.

Somehow
it ended up being a room for tears.

Sorata
came here to sit and mope and worry and cringe at horrid thoughts gathering in
his mind with the famine�s growing impact on the city.

He
slept only three or four hours these nights; spending most of them in that
room.

He�d
walk around to touch the empty cradle, the rocking chair, the diaper changing
corner. Running his fingers along the smooth wood, he wondered if he�ll ever
get to see his baby in that cradle, his wife holding the babe in her lap and
rock on the chair as she breastfed it. Will he ever struggle with a squiggling
baby to put tiny pants on it, to wrap the diaper�s linen around the little
bottom�?!

Leaning
on the doorframe, Sorata gazed at the gloomy, moonlit room and sighed.

It
all came so fast to him and he did not have the time to completely comprehend
it all:

Stopping
the Battle of the Apocalypse, coming here,
settling down with Babe, discovering he is about to become a father, loosing
Kamui and suddenly realising he�s not Kamui�s
guardian anymore, getting married.

And
now this famine raised its bloody scythe above his defenceless Arashi and his
baby, leaving him completely incompetent to help the both of them besides
sacrificing more and more of his meals for their sake.

He
was already half his weight which was no so bad considering the fact that
before the famine he had a little pot belly (one cannot eat as much as Sorata
and not be affected) but Arashi�..and the baby.

The
whole house starved for Arashi�s sake, leaving only
Yuzuriha with the usual ration of food because the girl was too near deadly
malnutrition.

Sorata
took another deep sigh and dragged himself back to bed. There�s no need to
dwell in such heavy thoughts now, best leave such thick plotting and worrying
to when (no, if) they�ll need it.

**************

Arashi
came to the room to cry during daytime when no one was around the house.

She�d
carefully lower herself to the floor, too fearful of besmirching the brand new furniture
with her grief to place her woeful head on them, and cried her heart out until
her back ached and her chest felt like a ton of bricks. She cried until her
head spun with hyper ventilation. She sat there with her legs spread sideways
under her and her belly between them, pathetic.

She
almost scratched Karen�s eyes out when the woman walked in on her and tried to
help her back to her feet. Instead she snarled and bitched at her poisonously,
bringing back a bunch of foul names for the fire mistresses� former occupation.

She
begged for Karen�s forgiveness almost immediately, she just hated people seeing
her cry that�s all.

Karen
understood and gave her a motherly hug, complimenting her on how the nurse�s
old pregnancy dress looked good on her.

Arashi
collected sadness and worries into her like a funnel from the moment she
finished crying to the moment she could cry the next day, saving it all for one
concentrated daily fit of agony.

She
hated how everyone around her sacrificed so much for her, she hated how it made
her feel, and she hated how it made everyone look because of the forced
malnutrition. She hated how, according to Charlie, it too was not going to be
enough.

�What
do you mean �not going to be enough�?!� she almost barked at him as she gently
removed herself from the examination table. She felt Sorata�s
helping hand clutch hers to try and calm her. She dug her nails into his palm,
keeping her fiery eyes on Charlie who turned his back to her.

She
was never the barking snarling kind but motherhood�s frantic worries had their
way of extorting this too out of her, along with many new neurotic traits.

�I
mean the food will soon run out almost completely and since you�re only in the
middle of your pregnancy there�s still a great chance the baby will not survive
this famine� Charlie sounded calm, careless, and emotionless as he broke the
horrid news to the young couple.

Sorata�s face was bright white. His wife�s was dark red
with anger.

�How�..�
she seethed, shaking and sweating and gritting her teeth (pregnancy�s hormones
did not do her emotional restriction any good) �How can you just say it so
carelessly?! This is our baby!!!� she growled.

She
shook off Sorata�s calming arms so violently she hurt
her lower back banging into the examination table.

Charlie
glared fire at her. The air in the infirmary was hot and stuffy and Charlie�s
sweat gathered in small drops filled with his white makeup powder, hanging just
above his frowning curly black bushy eyebrows.

�Can
you come here for a second please� he asked in a cool tone, grabbing Arashi�s elbow gently but firmly.

He
walked her and Sorata to the door leading out to the graveyard and opened it
with a heavy swing.

He
exposed to them the sight of a tall pile of skeletal human bodies awaiting
Jacob and Fuma�s service, just outside the infirmary.

Sorata
and Arashi stood railing, suddenly vacant of all thoughts. The sight was like a
punch to their brains, flooding ice cold horror through their skull, dripping it
down their spine.

Charlie
shut the door and grabbed their shoulders to turn their attentions to him.

�If
this baby will not survive but the two of you will, which will be most likely
if my memory of Rescue Team rations does not deceive me, you will live through
this famine and have another baby once this is all over.

�Do
I make my lack of excitement at this relatively small crisis clear? There are
three other women in this city that already had a miscarriage due to malnutrition;
you are not the only one miss�

Arashi
could only blink. The scene she just witnessed still burnt into her retina to
think clearly just yet.

Sorata
grabbed her into a tight hug and dismissed the doctor (who didn�t quite need
his approval really). There was nothing they could do.

Arashi
could only cry.

******************

That
particular night, when Fuma came to visit Yutu, it was Seiichiro in the future
baby�s room.

He
stood leaning on the empty cradle, lazily rocking the neatly carved basket,
smiling faintly.

Once
there were times when he stood like that all night, looking down at his little
daughter trying to comprehend the fact that he is a father now and that this little
treasure was his and his loved one�s creation.

Now
Yuka was ions away, like his wife, like his former life, like the rest of his
family, like Daisuke�s grave.

And
where was he? What was he doing?!

He
was already forgetting; getting into a new job, getting into a new
relationship�..how could he forget about everything he had left behind so
quickly?!

Seiichiro
knew he did most of it out of the great need to forget about the immense pain
being detached from his family caused him and because Yutu was great at
comforting and seducing at the same time. He hated himself for doing that, for
ignoring and wishing to forget.

And
yet he hoped with all his heart that his wife had moved on to find another man
she could be happy with and that Yuka would have a father to grow up with.

After
all, she was small enough to not remember the days when she had had a father
named Seiichiro right?

A
heaving whimper raked through Seiichiro�s chest,
breaking out with this night�s first tears.

Yuka
growing to forget him�Shimako moving
on�.no�.no�.anything but that�..oh why did this cursed dimension take him away
from it all?! Had it no mercy?! No sensitivity?!

Yutu
had told him, in fact, he saw with his own eyes how this �lady destiny� cared
very little for its creatures. He didn�t have to see how Alex was torn from
Kamui or how Kakyou was only informed of the impending Death-Justice war too
late to stop it, to realise destiny in this world was just as blind and
heartless as his home world�s.

But
why must he be the victim once again?! In his world he could divorce his wife
(like he had planned it but never got to execute) and do his best to fight the Battle and survive it. But here? What could he do here?!

The
feeling of searing emptiness chased the sleep out of Seiichiro�s
nights, making them bitter and miserable, powerless and pathetic.

Then
he dragged himself back to his room and curled on the bed as further away from
Yutu as he could, falling asleep only once he rolled over and spooned his lover
tightly.

Out
of true love or out of the need to have someone to curl up with, Seiichiro
didn�t know why he did it and he didn�t care; all he wanted was the sleep to
chase away his pain.

*********************

That
hot moist night did not spare its aphorismatic effect from Kakyou and Dimitri.

In
their secluded forest cabin, well fed by the forest which went completely
unaffected by the City�s famine, their lives were relatively easy.

Kakyou
rode over to his former Battle of the Apocalypse
comrades� house to deliver them nuts and berries he had picked in the forest to
help them go through the famine. Like the rest of them, he too was worried
about Arashi�s health, Yuzuriha�s
too.

He
did not dare ask Dimitri to help him pick food in the forest; it was for his
friends he did this and Dimitri shouldn�t work himself for them at all.

It
was enough for Kakyou that for the most of the beginning of their life together
he sat around doing nothing, letting the burden of both their well being lie on
Dimitri�s shoulders.

At
first Kakyou tried thinking of their sexual encounters as his �rent paying� for
Dimitri, but he soon found there was far too much emotion going on between them
for such a thing to be the rule.

So
Kakyou learned how to take care of the chickens (without getting too
emotionally attached to them like he did with Meee
and Beee) and collect berries and nuts, he picked firewood
deep in the forest and mastered spotting logs big enough to be carved into Dimitri�s little one man furniture factory.

That
night Kakyou lay on the bed in a lazy, sticky afterglow, massaging his pelvic muscles
trying to rub away the small cramp out of them after riding Dimitri earlier
that night. Sleep soon kidnapped him into the dark void of a dreamscape.

This
time there was no Lady Destiny to talk to him; there was only the vision
itself.

The
Lady was there, and another lady too, and Death�s convoy.

For
the first time in his life here, Kakyou laid eyes on the closest to human form
of his Lady:

She
had a foxy face with a crooked crescent moon smile with a deep sly bend and
eyes the very deep shade of onyx the same as her long sprawling hair. She had
pale white skin and slim long arms reaching the little convoy over to the other
lady.

His
Lady seemed young and reckless, yet dignified and somewhat noble even with all
of Kakyou�s knowledge of her heartlessness and spite.

The
other Lady was a lump of bright shining light and when the light faded Kakyou
could not help the feeling of warmth and kindness from filling his heart.

She
was a middle aged lady, dressed in the manner of European Victorian times. Her
tight corset was ivory coloured, her big puffed skirt cream in colour and her
lacy gloves the same shade. She wore a cameo at her throat, hanging from a
thick black velvet choker. Her greying hair was bound neatly but somewhat
loosely to a ball at the back of her head with a black ribbon tying it
elegantly.

Despite
her soft appearance, her �sweet grandmother� halo, her bright blue eyes were
icicle sharp and frighteningly wise. As she cast them on her darker twin (was Kakyou�s Lady really that woman�s twin?) they
flashed of resentment and elderly disappointment. As she looked down at the
convoy riding into her palms her eyes softened and the kindest smile spread on
her chastely coloured lips.

While
Kakyou�s Lady sat in black empty gloom, the other
Lady (in fact, the whole half of the vision where the other Lady sat) was a
freshly blooming English garden on the thick rich grass of which the other Lady
sat comfortably.

Death�s
convoy was a little bubble carried from one bosom to the other, the tiny little
horse ridden figures inside it completely unaware of what was happening to
them.

Kakyou
woke from the dream with a stunning realisation: there were two sides to
this world; a good side and a bad side�.

He
was living in the bad side�.

He
shot out of his bed, grabbing his robe to cover himself from the night�s air�s
chill against his still sweat covered body, about to head out on horseback to
the city and inform someone.

Then
he realised he had no one to share this knowledge with really.

Who�d
want to hear they are in the bad side?! Who didn�t already know that things
here were bad?

Who
wanted to know that there�s a place about three month�s ride from here where
things were far, far better then here? Who could afford to move out of this
hell to that blissful English garden looking paradise?!

No one.

Kakyou
snuck back into bed, spending the rest of the night awake, thinking about what
it must be like where Lady Destiny is a kind old lady�.

He�ll
go tell Fuma about Kamui being in a far better place tomorrow, the boy would
probably appreciate such knowledge.

**********************

The
storm of ice and snow blew like a roaring monster around them, pushing at them
with fists colder then their Lady Destiny�s heart.

Alex
and David struck their wings against the wind like maddened birds struggling to
stay balanced on a pole�s edge, fighting to see something through the white
rage beating against them.

Constantly
glancing across his shoulder, quite pointlessly really, Alex made sure his
powers� grip on the three big wagons held fast against the violent wind beating
him and David. The wagons were fine.

They,
on the other hand, were not so fine; the freezing storm threw wind razors at
the two bare riders, cutting through their ethereal bodies until bleeding slits
opened on their noses, cheeks, barren arms and the palms holding their horses�
reins. They were not that fine at all.

Much
less could be said about the men inside the wagons.

Victoria crawled above her coffin,
over to the flap at one end of her wagon, trying to sneak a peak at David�s
well being. A gigantic ice ball shot into the wagon, landing with a violent
crack at the carpet and velvet covered floor of their wagon.

�Jesus
Christ in heaven!� she cried, eyeing the ball with fear and awe �I hope David
isn�t hit by one of those!�

�If
I were you I�d shut that flap and curl back here, away from any more of those.�
Lestate hissed at her from the very back of the wagon. �You know David can�t really
be hurt by them so get back here and stop inviting cold air into our little den
you silly girl!�

Victoria sent a fiery glare at
her roommate, obeying his words at the same time. She curled up in the corner
of the wagon as far away from Lestate as she could and silently fretted for
David�s well being.

In
their wagon, the onmyouji curled up together under three layers of duvets,
trying to desperately stable themselves as the wagon took wild twists and
turns, descended sharply and bounced back up again with a sickening speed.

Subaru
had very little before he would have to pop his head out of the wagon and spew
his lunch out.

Seishiro,
on the other hand, seemed to be having fun. �This reminds me of the roller
coaster in Tokyo Disney!� he chirped in a tone that irritably reminded Subaru
of his Kind Veterinarian days.

�What
I wouldn�t do to be in Tokyo Bay right now� Subaru
hissed, fighting down the nausea.

�What
I wouldn�t do to not be on my way there� Seishiro mock laughed.

�Why?�
Subaru dug his head under Seishiro�s arm, trying to
use the intimate contact as a distraction from the road�s wild tumbling.

�Rainbow Bridge is on the road to Tokyo Bay, and according to Alex
it�s not a very lucky place for me to be in� he added a nervous little laugh
with it.

�Oh
be quiet and hold me� his lover shuddered into the juncture between Seishiro�s neck and shoulder �not there you old lecher!!!�

Seishiro
laughed madly, hiding his rising hysteria (another emotion he just discovered
and immediately hated with all his might) with morbid humour.

�Uh�.um�.forgive
me father for I haf sinned�um�hail merry�.oh shyse!�

�What
are you doing Will?!�

�Oh
god, vhy did ve not haf a normal priest or somesing
in our base�.� The werewolf cursed in his native language, trying to whisper it
as to not irritate the already edgy Kamui.

Kamui
was fighting off the last of his cold�s fever, he did not have time for any nonsense
and this bumper ride was not something he remembered asking for without wincing
painfully at the memory.

�Why would you need that?!�

�To
pray, pray for out safety�.�

�I
don�t think there are any gods here Will and even if there were they wouldn�t
listen to a bunch of heathens like us. Just hold on tight and it�ll soon be
over�

Will
did so, frantically too, curling up to a ball around the already curled Kamui,
grabbing their bed�s edges with his newly grown canine claws. His tail was
tucked tightly between his legs, the little shrieks and doggy whimpers he
stopped subduing a long time ago.

�I
hope Alex is all right� he couldn�t help that escape his lips either.

Kamui
chose to ignore that last remark and concentrated on not thinking he�s here,
about to die from their wagon crushing and freezing in the maddened snow storm.

As
they rode nearer to the magical storm�s edge, the bright sun of the other side
began shining down upon them through the receding snow.

David
gasped; he had missed the clear spring sun of this kind shining down on them
now. It�s been almost a year and a half now that he�s been here in the Lost Dimension
and never did it occur to him that he missed clear direct sunshine before.

Then
a grim thought shot through his mind; Victoria!

�Oi! Tell Victoria to hide in her coffin
from this god damn blazing sun!� he roared through the storm�s residue at
Alex�s general direction.

Passing
another low floating fog and snow cloud, Alex shot a sneaky glance at David �Don�t
worry, fire boy, I�ll tell Lestate to do the same too�

David
glared at him.

�Aw,
you poor, poor little love sick puppy�

�Shut
up you perver�.oy my god�.�

They
were out of the storm now and out of the Lost Dimension�s Dark Side.

They
were in heaven. The words were torn out of their mouths at the sight of pure
wealth and life teeming all around them.

They
were in a place ever so better then the hell they rode out of two months ago.

They
were in the Light Side.

(tbc)
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