Bitter Is The apple Of My Eye

Disclaimer: I don't own X/Tokyo Babylon or any of its characters unfortunately, so please no suing.

Fuuma: Sue her.
Kamui: * Waves hands franticly * Don't! Fuuma, your horrid.
Subaru: Yes Fuuma, horrid.
Fuuma: * glares at the Sumeragi * Say that again!
Seishirou: * steps in front of Subaru * Don't even think about it Fuuma.

Anyway! This is my first X/Tokyo Babylon fic. So please review. It's a pov, and I normally don't like those, but I wrote it anyway.


Bitter Is The Apple Of My Eye

Imagine this, a bloodthirsty tree whose owner in enslaved with its power, a man destined for solitude but deeply in love though he's not supposed to have emotions, a time where there is only one object for the seven seals of heaven and the seven dragons of earth: Kill or be killed.

Seishirou's POV


Here I am, loathing myself as I always do after I see his face that way,

etched in disgust at me. Why do I have to be this way? Why do I have to be

the almighty Sakurazukamori? It's just the way life is. I have to accept it. I

actually enjoy killing these innocents and feeding them to my beloved, my

cursed Sakura. I wipe my hand on the thick trunk, leaving a smeared trail of

blood //My dear Seishirou// Even the tree scoffs at me, as if myself and

everyone else's taunts aren't enough //Don't give in, I want that soul, that

precious soul of Subaru-kun// for some reason that angers me to an

unbelievable rage. Oh yeah, I forgot, I love him.

Subaru's POV


I sit here thinking just how good it feels to be wrapped up in * his * arms,

just how much I loved * him *. If only he weren't my sworn enemy. If only

he hadn't killed my sister. If only. This is how life is now. I'm older and

smarter and I don't... wont trust anyone ever again. Its cold outside, my

coat swishes in the wind, almost as if wishing me to follow the stream of

whistling current. I obey, knowing full well where I will most likely end up.

The streets are pretty much deserted at this time of night. No orulyruly

admires the moon or the stars. Nor do I. I used to have a love for them.

Now my love is gone, stripped away like everything else in this godforsaken

heart of mine. I shiver, my body only wants warmth, but that will never

happen, deep down I will always be cold, it is because of him. I stop walking,

looking up at my destination. Once again the wind has called me here. To

this park, to this place with that tree. It blooms to perfection, petals pink,

branches swaying in the wind. I used to find it the most peaceful thing on

earth. Until I found out what it feeds on. "I promise as long as I'm around,

you won't feel any pain." He lied, just another lie. My pain is insufferable.

And he's here too. I see him, one hand on the tree, one holding a cigarette.

He doesn't seem to notice me. So I observe. Like an animal watching its

prey. Of course it is the other way around. I slowly slip off my black gloves,

looking at the scars, the scars that he gave me. Yes, I am his prey. I don't

care now if he kills me. I would just as soon kill myself. But I do have one

thing to live for. He is just like me, knows what its like to feel pain knows

how much it hurts. Maybe even more so. I live for him, I would die for him.

It takes away some of our pain, just being together. So here I will stay, on

the edge of life and death, if only to comfort my new-found love, Kamui.