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Cry For The Moon	By : Dawn_223 Category: +S to Z > X/1999 Views: 931 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own X TV, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Authors notes: This was originally published on Fanfiction.net in 2012. Updated 2015.
Fuma opened his eyes and was met with the glowing colors of his bedroom. Soft, mid-morning sunlight slithered through the blinds. It felt like he had been sleeping for a very long time, even though that couldn’t be possible. Where had he been last night?
Did I pass out? Fuma wondered. He sat up from his bed, and looked down. He was fully clothed and would appear normal if it were not for the stains of blood down his front. What had happened?
Feeling heavier than normal, the man willed himself to stand, turn his shirt inside out, and investigate the house, praying there would be a lack of dead bodies.
"Mum? Kotori?"
There was the familiar sizzling of oil from the kitchen. Maybe things weren't so bad.
He entered. His mum was frying eggs to complete their usual breakfast.
"Good morning, Mum." Fuma asked, taking out three bowls and placing them on the table. So far, everything seemed normal. "Where's Dad?"
"He left early today. I thought I’d try sneak ginger into the Miso soup since he is getting breakfast out. You must feel exhausted."
"I don't understand." Fuma said, hoping his mother wouldn’t notice the inside out blood stains. "Did something happen?"
There it was. Overcome with dread, his Mum shot him a saddened look, tears in her eyes. "You don't remember?"
Fuma kept his eyes on her, unsure of how to respond. "What is there to remember?"
His Mum walked to the table and scooped up one of the bowls Fuma had placed there. "I need to explain a few things to you. It's not going to be easy to hear, but I hope you will keep an open mind and try to understand."
So Fuma tried to keep an open mind, but it was more difficult to understand the further the story continued. The boy desperately hoped it would make sense given enough time. However, time was something he did not have. If he kept having moments of blanking out like this perhaps Fuma was in more danger than he realized?

Fuma returned to his room, debating how to deal with the situation at hand.
I could drown myself in the shower, Fuma thought, but what good would that do? If Kamui and Kotori wanted me to go back to normal, and I throw that back in their face, wouldn't that be for nothing?
What would Kamui want him to do? What would Kamui say?
I don't know, thought Fuma, I wish you were still here, Kamui, and then I could ask you all the questions I couldn't ask my mother!
"What's that?"
"Huh?"
Fuma looked up. Sitting down next to him on his bed was Kamui, but he wasn't himself, no, he was transparent, and pale. Fuma tried to touch him, but Kamui recoiled.
"You won't be able to touch me." Kamui said, "Not until you fall asleep. However, I get the sense you wouldn't be able to sleep right now, even if you wanted to."
Tears of relief and sadness welled up in Fuma's eyes. The boy wasn’t clear if he was overwhelmed with grief, happiness or a bizarre combination of the two. It would be hard to place words to the feeling, but he could try.
"Kamui, it is so good to see you, even though you're just a mere fragment, and I'm questioning my sanity now more than ever."
"I am a very large fragment. I am more than even that. You know that, right Fuma?"
All those promises made long ago washed over him, the dedication and joy of his presence, and he realised this Kamui was the same one he had known.
Fuma smiled. "Of course I do. You've been watching me, haven't you?"
Kamui smiled. "I've been watching everyone. It's amazing how many possibilities there are when you don't have a physical body. But enough about that… Please tell me how you're feeling."
How would Fuma even begin to explain how he felt if he couldn’t comprehend it himself? This, surprisingly, filled him with a disdain.
"Can't you see how I'm feeling?" Fuma spat. The regret and sense of abandonment flooded back. "Why did you do this to me? Why couldn't you have just taken me with you?"
Kamui’s expression didn’t change. As typical for the friend, he remained strong and deadpan. "I got the impression that you have yet to fulfil your destiny."
"Oh?” All the memories of fighting returned so clearly Fuma could feel it in his skin. “What's my destiny then? I can't think of anything, let alone consider something as trite as destiny!"
Kamui smiled. "I can't tell you. If I could that would be my destiny, now wouldn’t it? You'll know when you come across it. It takes time, I can see how frustrated you are, but trust me on this."
Trust you? Yeah, look at how well that turned out!
However, the friend had enough sense to realize that wouldn’t fix the situation. Fuma took a few moments pause, consciously took a big breath and slackened his shoulders. "I understand. Yes, I will be patient for you Kamui."
Kamui waited and placed a ghostly hand on Fuma's knee. Fuma felt cold, as though Kamui had lived his life in the snow, but… it was better than Kamui not being there at all.
Fuma took a deep breath. "It's like a nightmare, except I woke up and it was real. I feel horrible for the things I did as the Other Kamui, but it was out of my control."
"Yes?" Kamui looked concerned.
"I miss you, Kamui, and Kotori of course. I can't believe it. One second you were there and now you're not…"
"Kotori has moved on to the next world," Kamui agreed, interrupting his ramble, "But she passed a message on to say that she loves us both. I hope you will grow to accept her passing. I am only starting to, although, in a way, I have lost as much as you."
"I'm sorry, Kamui," Fuma hugged Kamui, but it went straight through him. "Can you forgive me?"
"Yes, I do." Kamui mumbled, realizing the sadness Fuma must feel for being a ghost, "Now how about you try sleep and then we can see each other "in person"?"
Fuma spent a few long hours lying awake in his bed, praying, begging for some rest, so his mind could sort it all out. Thankfully, it helped that Kamui stayed with him, creating casual conversation until his eyes grew heavy. The sight of him was calming, and eventually Fuma's wish was granted.

Fuma was in the middle of some grass, birds flying above his head. He stood and wiped grass off his pajamas. Trees littered the place like a forest, an oddly familiar one at that.
Wow, this is exactly where Kotori loved to visit.
"I saved her life from this tree, once," Kamui mentioned.
Fuma spun around, and saw his friend sitting peacefully underneath a tree. Overjoyed, the boy hurried get closer.
"She was about to fall but I caught her," Kamui continued, "And now I'm going to save you."
Kamui stood up, and reached out a hand.
"Go on." He ushered. Fuma gulped, hoping he wouldn't feel the cold this time, reached out to touch his friend. Sure enough, when he touched Kamui's hand he felt raw, warm flesh. It was so calming. It brought back all the pleasant memories that were so difficult to focus on.
"That's incredible." Fuma said, "You were so noble to sacrifice your life, Kamui."
Kamui laughed, "Is it? The only thing I wanted is to bring you back, and so I will. Tell me, Fuma, how do you feel about me?"
"Why does that matter?" Fuma asked, stepping back in surprise. "I missed you enough to come here. Isn’t that a clear enough sign for you?"
How wrong he was. Kamui's gaze penetrated Fuma with such seriousness that the true message was immediate. A sense of understanding filled Fuma’s insides as he realized how important the question was.
"It has everything to do with it," Kamui said, and he moved closer to Fuma's face, "Only through honouring me one last time can you finally move on, much like reading out a letter to a loved one's grave. It will bring you both sorrow and great uplift to perform this sacred ritual, although what this task involves is completely up to you."
Kamui's nose brushed Fuma's, and Fuma’s eyes widened. So that what was this was about. Their friendship was stronger than any bond. They were Twin Stars, born with opposite destinies, yet so closely intertwined. What did that mean on an emotional level, though? Fuma had sometimes seen Kamui as more than a friend although that part of him always denied and supressed it, unsure of how Kamui saw him. It wasn’t worth expressing the truth if rejection was inevitable.
"I feel like we had so much left of life to live, but you took the opportunity away from me. I feel like you ripped my heart out and stomped it on the ground, although, I was the one who did that to you." Fuma gulped. Kamui did not appear to be startled by their closeness. "Perhaps I am hurting from hurting you. Even if this is a dream, I want to live all that life we missed, in one go."
"I see." Kamui smiled shrewdly, still keeping his intentions ambiguous. "What do you think would do that, my dearest Other Kamui?"
Kamui traced a finger up Fuma's chest teasingly. Instantaneously, the part of Fuma that was attracted to Kamui awoke like a vicious dragon, stomping and roaring for attention.
"If you could allow it,” Fuma braced himself for more pain, “I would like to become one with you. I want you to live inside me, and me alone, so we can share all those experiences together and make the most of our lives."
"I understand." Kamui's smile faded, "So in order for this to happen I would like to propose that you give your body to me, so I can toy with your mind the way you toyed with mine. Our combined will shall allow that change to occur."
Fuma nodded, knowing that his inner dragon had been accepted and to complete this that he must fulfil Kamui's wish. Fuma blushed. What would this entail? Was it the same as the real world?
"What do I have to do?" Fuma said, befuddled.
"You don't have to do anything, Fuma," Kamui smiled. He held up his hands over Fuma's face, so he couldn't see. “I can do everything for you, if that is your desire.”
What happened next was a mix of euphoria and confusion. Soft, warm lips reached Fuma’s mouth and suddenly he felt cold, not from the inside, but from the sweat dripping down his face. Kamui tasted so inexplicably good. The touch of a dead man who so dearly wanted to live was stimulating beyond real world measures. It was liberating that they would never be interrupted in this dream land, either.
"I love you, Fuma," Kamui’s voice broke as he said it, and Fuma’s heart leaped at what this would mean. Fuma opened his eyes, and saw that Kamui was crying. Filled with compassion, Fuma grabbed Kamui's and pulled him into his arms.
"It's ok, Kamui.” He murmured, still feeling the need to keep his voice down, “I understand."
"How?" Kamui sobbed, "How could you possibly… you don't even remember what happened?"
"Perhaps not." Fuma agreed, "but I remember you, and you are a beautiful person, Kamui."
Fuma returned the kiss, more out of politeness but still wanting to comfort his lover, "You don't have to be afraid around me."
Kamui's kiss became more intense. It was clear he was losing control. Fuma tried to resist, but realized it was no use. He relaxed his shoulders and mind, trying to commit every second to memory. This was a dream after all, a dream that had come true.
"I-I want more of you, Fuma," Kamui gasped, and he held Fuma tightly, "May I? I am finding it hard to hold back?"
Fuma only just realised that Kamui was pressing his hips against his leg, and it was obvious as to Kamui's state of mind.
"You don't have to hold back." Fuma mentioned, half nervous but mostly roused by the feel of Kamui’s hips against him.
"Can you protect me, like you promised?" Kamui asked, tearfully, "If I give myself to you, will you cherish me?"
Fuma nodded. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
Kamui smiled. "Thank you."
The details were foggy. Perhaps Kamui had erased it from Fuma's mind, or the dream had finally ended. There was a swirl of colour, the sound of heavy breathing, sighing and the smell of sweat. Fuma awoke from his dream feeling warm and content; even though he had trouble remembering all the details of what had just occurred. He knew enough to feel happy and motivated for the day ahead.
School wasn't quite the same as Fuma remembered it. True, his old friends were there, but there was a sense of emptiness as he went through his day-to-day routine, but when he asked, others said they felt the same.

He walked out onto the oval, engulfing the afternoon sunshine.
He walked out to the trees, where he had seen Kamui in his dream, and noticed a bird, which fluttered on Fuma's shoulder and then onto his hand.
"You like me, huh?" Fuma smiled, looking up at the sky. "Perhaps you could tell Kotori I say, hi, ok? Ask if she's all right. I love her so very much."
"She already knows."
Fuma turned. Kamui poked his head out from behind the tree, grinning, "I get a strange feeling she does, anyway."
Fuma smiled. "So can you explain if people are going to think I'm crazy if they see me talking to you?"
"Don't worry. I'm always here to talk to you whenever you like, as we are one of the same soul. I live inside you, like the blood in your veins, I share your happiness, shame and sorrow."
Fuma turned his eyes on the bird. "I think I have decided my next wish, Kamui."
"What's that?"
"I want to be with you forever.” Fuma explained, knowing it was a foolish dream, but not knowing how to stop it. “I want to bring you back to life."
"You already have." Kamui smiled as he spoke, "nothing makes me more alive than to be with you."
"I love you. You know that, right?" Fuma said, far more confident than before.
"I do. I'll always be here to talk to you, and share your pain. You can come visit me in your dreams whenever you like. I will protect you, and you will find myriads of happiness along the way. You never have to be alone again, Fuma."
"I plan not to. I want to rebuild my life again, but it will be good to know you are still here."
"I will be, just like old times."
Fuma smiled, and he let the bird fly away into the sky, returning back to class as the bell called him. Kamui walked by his side, unseeable to anyone else.
"The future really can't be determined, can it?" Fuma realized.
"No." Kamui said. He took Fuma's hand, guiding his friend to a new life. "As long as love and wishes occur, the world can always find a way back to life."
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