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Eclipse
Part One: Sumeragi Subaru
by Seishuku Skuld
(skuldsai@magicgirl.com)
Series: X/Tokyo Babylon
Pairings:
Seishirou/Subaru
Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon, Fluff
Instructions: This is a
fluffy fic. ^_^ It floats in the air, it's happy. Remember to take two fluffy
fics after taking one superangsty fic. ^_^ Failure to follow these directions
could result in hospitalization, an oversized libido, your Id running amock and
killing everything in sight, or depression. Please exercise caution with
Seishirou/Subaru fics.
Surgeon General's Warning: If you are homophobic,
or nursing some bigotry, reading yaoi fanfiction may be hazardous to your
health. ^_^
^_^
Special Thanks to Destra: You rule. YOU RULE! ^_^ Just had to make
sure you got that. ^_^ **grins**
There's no dark side of the moon,
really.
Matter of fact, it's all dark.
- Pink Floyd:
EclipseEclipse Part 1
Tokyo. It is a city of vast proportions,
sprawling across the surrounding lands, a spider of urban business, trade, and
everyday Japanese life. It has lost the mystical feel it once had, it no longer
houses temples as ancient as the ones that reside in Kyoto, and it lacks the
graceful rising and falling hills of Nagasaki. But there's something special
about Tokyo, something which still draws an irresistible sense of fortune and
adventure. Perhaps it is the CLAMP School which makes the city so wonderful, a
wide open campus, filled with all the world's greatest minds. It might be the
kekkai holding the city together, or that the Promised Day and Final Battle are
fated occur here in Tokyo. But whatever it is, those things are in the future to
come.
There is a young man named Sumeragi Subaru, the thirteenth head of
the Sumeragi clan. He walks the streets quietly today, head slightly bowed,
staring without seeing at the myriad of feet on the sidewalk before him. He is
the second most powerful onmyouji in Japan, but nobody seems to know that, and
no one certainly pays him any heed.
A few years ago, he would not have
been alone. There would have been a young woman, looking exactly as he did
walking beside him, grinning and laughing. And on select days, there would be
another in their quaint little party, a sophisticated man with silver rimmed
glasses and an amiable smile. His name was Sakurazuka Seishirou, and he was
undoubtedly the best onmyouji in Japan. But nobody knew that either, and they
went about their business as usual. It was exactly him that was on Subaru's mind
on this particular day, and if you were careful and observant enough, you might
have heard him utter a name:
.:Seishirou-san...:.
It has been a
two years since Subaru has seen Seishirou, two years since the man disappeared
too abruptly from his life after murdering his sister.
Subaru is absorbed
in thought, and on this particular hot summer day, there is nothing for him to
do. His services have not been called upon, no people to save, or mysteries to
solve. Just a day walking about Tokyo and being Subaru. Whatever 'just being
Subaru' means, he doesn't know anymore. It used to mean being with his sister.
It used to mean going to school. It used to mean going on a date with Seishirou
to Fairy Park. It used to mean an evening spent on Seishirou's lap with a
textbook. It used to mean every Saturday night at the Peach Blossom Café.
It's one of those rare days off, and Subaru has no clue what to do. So
he simply wanders and walks, his mind lost in the past. His thoughts drift most
often towards the one he fondly calls Seishirou-san, and though he hasn't quite
figured all his emotions out straight, the thought of the man still brings a
smile to the boy's lips, even when he thinks of his darkest
moments.
In the months that followed his sister, Hokuto's
death, Subaru locked himself in his room in mourning. His twin sister was gone,
and Seishirou, his best friend and her murderer had disappeared. He had tried
his very best, to erase all remnants of the man from his heart. He was angry,
hurt, bitter, and angry again. He thought he wanted revenge, it seemed such a
fitting retribution for the man who took his sister away. He had loved her very
much.
But no matter what he tried to do or think, the feeling kept
fading. He would be angry for a few days, and then it would fade, and he'd
smile, and remember Seishirou smiling back at him. Then he'd get angry at
himself, work up some heat and fury, and then let the cycle start all over
again. Each time, he was left confused. He hated Seishirou, didn't he? He killed
Hokuto-chan. Thus he must be hated. But the more he thought about it, and the
more he wanted to hate Seishirou, the more he realized he couldn't.
Then
he logically came to the conclusion that he was weak. The very thought of taking
a life made him queasy, and he was puzzled and perplexed at the ease which he
knew Seishirou could dispose of a human. So he studied his magic, hoping that he
could, sometime in the near future, prove to Seishirou that he was as strong as
the Sakurazukamori.
But even as he studied, he found concentrating
difficult, and he was often fingering the magic star etched into the back of his
right hand. The mark that inevitably would lead Seishirou to him. He would be on
edge some nights, wondering if Seishirou would suddenly appear and try to kill
him. Those nights, for strange reasons that then were still incomprehensible to
the younger Subaru, he would lay his bed with an odd feeling tugging at his
heart. As if he wanted to get out of bed and go see Seishirou again. He would do
anything to see Seishirou again, even if the man was to kill him. At those
times, he didn't seem to mind the thought as much. He even sort of fancied it,
in some of his more fantastical dreams.
But he'd always wake up in the
morning, unharmed, very much alive, and much to his disappointment, unvisited.
And that happened a few times before he realized what really was the problem. It
was quite simple really, and required only a few logical steps, and great leap
of faith, to arrive at his conclusion.
//Seishirou killed my
sister.//
.:True:.
//I love my sister.//
.:True:.
//Her
death hurt me greatly.//
.:True:.
//Seishirou is the Sakurazukamori,
he kills without remorse.//
.:True...I think:.
//He's a cold-blooded
murderer with no emotion.//
.:True, but that can't be helped, can't
it?:.
//I am nothing but a play-toy to Seishirou.//
.:I hope not. But
I am afraid that is the case.
Isn't it?
Well, keep going:.
//I am
the only of Seishirou's marks that has ever escaped.//
.:Most
likely:.
//Seishirou will be back to kill me soon, but he hasn't
yet.//
.:I wonder where he is:.
//I want to see Seishirou
again.//
.:Yes...I miss him:.
//I want Seishirou to smile, and be
happy.//
.:I love his smile. I miss that too:.
//I was happy with
Seishirou.//
.:I can't imagine anything happier than that year we lived
together:.
//I want to be with Seishirou//.
.:Very much
so:.
//I can't stop thinking about Seishirou.//
.:I love
Seishirou:.
.:Oh my god:.
It hit him like a pile of bricks dropped
off a sixty-story building. And he sat in his bed all morning, noon, and night,
mulling those words over in his head.
//I love Seishirou-san.//
He
couldn't believe it. But he did. It made the world so suddenly crystal clear,
this new discovery. It brought a smile to his face, and he said those words over
and over to himself before he dropped back to sleep. And even in the land of
dreams, he was proclaiming it, wondering if the object of his affections would
hear.
//I love Seishirou-san.//Subaru looks up, a
little shaken from his reverie. He looks around, a little bit disoriented. He
bumps into a small girl, nearly knocking her over.
"Sumimasen!" he
apologizes quickly, just a trace of the gawky teenager he once was resurfacing.
The girl just smiles at him, and moves on.
Subaru looks around him, and
suddenly finds that he is not lost, as usually happens in his wanderings, but
knows exactly where he is. It's a quiet, sophisticated place, with a cozy and
welcoming atmosphere. It isn't silent, there is a low-level comforting buzz of
conversation amid the aroma of coffee and tea. The Peach Blossom Café. He checks
his watch, wondering what time it is.
It is Saturday at 7:30pm, and the
sun is almost setting. Just over two years ago, Seishirou would already be
waiting for him inside, and he would be bowing, and making a hasty apology.
Seishirou would smile and laugh, and tell him everything was all right, and they
would talk into deep into the night, and when the store closed, return to their
apartment, and Subaru would find himself waking up on the couch, having fallen
asleep against Seishirou's chest, listening to his rhythmic
breathing.
Subaru shakes his head at the unbidden thoughts, and a blush
creeps up on his cheek. Sometimes, there would be a little more detail between
the 'returning to the apartment' and the 'waking up' bit.
As token to the
old days, Subaru walks into the café. It hasn't changed much, everything is
still nearly the same. New coffeegirl of course, new chairs. But that's it. Same
comfortable couches, same small, round tables. Same jazzy music, same
impressionistic paintings. But there's no Seishirou this time, who he was hoping
would be there. It was a silly thought, Subaru muses quietly to himself while he
studied the menu, but one that he allows himself the luxury of. Perhaps,
Seishirou would come tonight, if he waited. He had the time. So he orders a
latte and sits down at their favorite table, unfolding a newspaper, lost in
thought again. He'd wait as long as he needed to.
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