Takeo – All right! My 3rd X fic, and it’s a series ^_^
Fuuma – Please hurry up. I have to go shopping!
Takeo - ^_^;; Right. Anyhoo, this is for the lovely Nivell. Thoughts are in italics ^_^ Comments hungrily appreciated.~ State of Grace ~
Chapter One : The DreamgazerFuuma walked slowly through the hallways of the Chi no Ryu’s base as the sun sunk below the horizon. And it had been like any ordinary day; harass Kamui, torture Kamui, kill off some part of Tokyo and not feel anything after it was all said and done. Fuuma sighed inwardly. Ever since he became the “Dark Kamui” he found himself becoming colder by the passing day. Is this coldness, required so that I do my job in serving the Earth? Isn’t the Earth supposed to be a place of feeling and warmth? Wasn’t that how my life was before all hell broke loose? Fuuma’s dark eyebrows furrowed as he reached Kakyou’s door. No, his life had not been warm and filled with giddy sunlight. He remembered watching out for his sister’s health and sanity, and trying to protect her and Kamui from the love he felt for Kamui. At the thought of Kamui, Fuuma’s golden eyes hardened. His enemy was cursed in every way, and he could do nothing to ease the suffering that he caused. Hell, by killing Kotori had he not ended the insanity and bad health that had plagued her young life? Fuuma sighed softly as he entered Kakyou’s room and sat down on a chair beside the sleeping man’s side. He shouldn’t think of his sister, she was happy and better off, while he was still stuck in hell for the violent way he had ended her life.
“What troubles you Kamui?” Kakyou asked as he sat up in his bed, his beautiful white hair arranged in a spray of silk around his pillow.
“Don’t call me that.” Fuuma snapped back as he clutched the chair with a white knuckled grip. Kakyou tilted his head a bit. He gestured for Fuuma to help him sit up, which Fuuma did. Kakyou’s hands lingered on Fuuma’s face, feeling the slowly hardening jaw line and full lips under his hand.
“You’re becoming a man against your wishes, Fuuma. Your power hungry side wants that title of Kamui and you just want to remain yourself. Being a Chi no Ryu is no easy task. And you had no choice in becoming Kamui’s enemy. Find something in this dark place, some shred of hope and you can have that bit of sunlight that you’ve wanted all your life.” Kakyou said as he kissed Fuuma’s cheek gently. Fuuma pulled away, his golden eyes glimmering in the dark. Kakyou was the only person to touch Fuuma in a way that didn’t make him recoil in anger and fright.
“Then, why can’t I love you? You are beautiful and lonely, you wish to die but I can’t grant that wish yet. It will be granted eventually though. You waste away by your own wish.” Fuuma said as he rested Kakyou back against his bed. Kakyou turned his head away from Fuuma, his shimmering hair hiding his tears.
“My love awaits me when I die Fuuma. That is why I can’t love you. And you cannot pick whom you wish to fall in love with. That is one mystery that neither heaven nor earth can answer. Please, consider what I’ve said. I’m thankful for your presence. You’re probably the only one who remembers my presence in this dreary place.” Kakyou said with a small smile. Fuuma nodded.
“Goodnight Kak-kun.” Fuuma said as he took his leave of Kakyou’s presence. Kakyou sighed as the door to his room shut. Soon my beloved, soon.
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Nataku sat nestled in Fuuma’s sheets as the android awaited Fuuma’s return with excitement. It was sure that Fuuma would be pleased to see it after such a long night. Fuuma opened the door to his room and Nataku sat up and smiled.
“Welcome back Father.” Nataku greeted as it opened its arms wide. Fuuma sighed and sat at the wooden edge of the bed.
“I’m not your father Nataku. How many times do I have to tell you?” Fuuma said as he kicked off his shoes and socks, discarding his sunglasses on his night stand. Nataku looked hurt and crawled towards Fuuma, placing itself in Fuuma’s arms.
“Okay, I can accept that da…Fuuma.” Nataku said with a small chuckle as he tucked his head into Fuuma’s neck. Fuuma blushed as he noticed that Nataku was completely naked.
“Please, put some clothes on. “ Fuuma said as he bundled his red sheets around Nataku’s naked form. Nataku’s pale blue eyes gleamed slowly as if scheming in its mind.
“I’m not pretty Fuu-kun?” Nataku purred as it slowly snuck an arm around Fuuma’s bronzed neck. Fuuma winced. Nataku played this sought of game. Apparently, Nataku wasn’t stuck with the mind of a little girl and was beginning to learn very quickly all the human mannerisms of a young male.
“Yes Nataku, you’re a pretty girl.” Fuuma said as he pushed Nataku off him. He couldn’t stand someone else’s hands on his body for too long.
“I’m a boy.” Nataku said stubbornly as he pouted prettily while gathering up his clothes.
“You’re genderless Nataku.” Fuuma said as he stated the obvious.
“But I can become any gender I want.” Nataku replied cheekily. Fuuma groaned inwardly. Since when do androids decide for themselves what they are?
“Okay Nataku, you’re a boy. Look, I would really love to get some sleep tonight. Don’t bother the others and go straight to your room, tomorrow we can go out for ice-cream.’ Fuuma said as he took of his shirt. Nataku’s eyes lit up at the thought of spending time alone with Fuuma.
“Okay. Goodnight Fuuma.” Nataku said with excitement. He leapt off the bed and scurried out of the room. Fuuma sighed and walked over to shut the door that Nataku had left open. As he was shutting it, a foot appeared in the door.
“Seishirou. What do you want?” Fuuma asked none too kindly as the assassin entered his room, his height looming a little over Fuuma’s head.
“To say hello.” Seishirou said as he shut Fuuma’s door. Fuuma ignored the assassin’s presence and stripped down to his boxers. He then picked up a short sleeved black t-shirt and put it on.
“You’ve said it now leave.” Fuuma replied as he turned to face Seishirou with a cool glare.
“You wound me to my heart Fuuma.” Seishirou said as he placed his hand on his chest.
“All I see is a living ice sculpture. Whatever heart you had you lost eons ago my friend.” Fuuma said with a smirk as he sat on the wooden bar of his bed. Seishirou growled angrily but decided against showing the little Dragon lord that he was pissed.
“You won’t live very long Fuuma if you keep making statements like that.” Seishirou said as he fixed his gaze on Fuuma. Fuuma’s golden eyes caught Seishirou’s gaze. It felt a bit unnerving to have a one eyed man looking like he was about to rip your head off.
“If you wish it, it may come true. And I can take you on any day Seishirou. I won’t be a pushover like your Subaru.” Fuuma said as he ran a hand through his dark hair. Seishirou glared at Fuuma with death in his eye. “ Did I offend you Seishirou? I mean, he is the only person that I know of that ever loved you. But he loves Kamui now, but why should that matter to a cold hearted man such as yourself?” Fuuma continued as he gazed outside his window into the darkness. In a blink of an eye, Seishirou had tackled him unto his bed, a knife drawn at his throat. Fuuma swallowed hard. Maybe he had gone too far.
“Look you little slut, I don’t care whatever you say about me, but Subaru is a worthy opponent; I just happened to screw over the kid’s mind okay?” Seishirou said as his blade bit into Fuuma’s neck. “You’re not the only one who can bring about fear and pain all in one shot.” Seishirou said as he grinned wickedly. He withdrew his blade and laped teasingly at the blood that trickled from Fuuma’s wound. Fuuma’s eyes blazed angrily and with his power threw Seishirou off him and sent the assassin flying into the wall. Fuuma ripped his shirt and tried to stop the blood from flowing.
“I’m not a slut you bastard. Get the hell away from me.” Fuuma growled menacingly, his golden eyes flashing with anger and shame. Seishirou got off the floor and shook off the dust from his clothes.
“Maybe you should play fair next time Fuuma. I didn’t use my power from the dragon to pin you to your bed. And you taste beautiful.” Seishirou said with a smirk. Throwing his head back in laughter, he left Fuuma’s room, waving at the puzzled boy. Fuuma shut his door and slid to the floor. He hated this life, more than ever. I hate you Seishirou, with every fiber in me. You know that I’m right. Fuuma gave into his tears as the blood from his neck slowly stopped. He flushed in anger as he remembered how Seishirou had pinned him to his bed, how he cut him and sipped his blood. The previous moments had brought fear screaming to Fuuma’s mind but then the warm sensation of Seishirou’s lips on his body had burned away the shame of having the assassin gain the upper hand on him.
“No, I couldn’t have enjoyed when….when he put his lips on me. He had no right to. I never touched him, he should have left me alone.” Fuuma whispered. He thought back to his own tortures of Kamui. He knew he hurt the blue eyed boy, he saw it all the time in his eyes. But Kamui had hope that he could reach Fuuma. Fuuma however was not deluded. He never took pleasure in hurting Kamui, because it always hurt him too. Fuuma slowly fell asleep at his door and the last thing that flashed in his mind was the look in Seishirou’s dark eye as he tasted the blood from Fuuma’s throat.
End of Chapter One
Takeo – Yay. It’s done. I’ve let Seishirou loose on Fuuma!