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urania_himeTitle: Tangled
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urania_chan
Series: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Characters: Seishirou/Subaru, Kamui
Word Count: 1521
Disclaimer: Not mine. And I'm just too sad about that to make a witty disclaimer. ;_;
Summary: What started in ashes, crashes in flames.
Notes: Forseelentherapie! A very belated Christmas gift. Ahem. She asked for “Kamui vs Sei-chan bitchfight and Subaru defends Sei-chan” which this story isn't really, but it's the closest I could get. Um, sorry? I still hope you enjoy. (It ate my night! As I'm typing this it's half past 6 and I didn't sleep! DDD:)
And somehow it turned out with a whole lot of Kamui->Subaru... I didn't intend to do it, I swear! D:
Beta'd by my dearestisegrim_chan. <3
Tangled.
It is bizarre, Kamui thinks, that in the end everything comes down to this.
What started in ashes, crashes in flames.
And now they are here again. Againagainagain. Put on rewind. ‘Cause it can’t be. A house can’t burn down in a blazing inferno, when yesterday it was only black and charred ruins. Isn’t possible.
But beneath the choking heat and the suffocating smoke, it certainly feels like yesterday. A déjà vu played backwards. Just not possible. So maybe it feels like... tomorrow? Tomorrow equipped with taunting flames and flakes of ash dancing through the flaring air.
It occurs to him that if it is true, maybe he can stop this whole disaster. If it is still that day, today, he only has to storm off and then... then maybe he can stop all this. Stop it before it even starts. Throw salt on ashes before anything can grow. If it only began to happen tomorrow...
Behind them Kamui can hear a crack and a sizzle and the snap of air. A gust of wind sweeps through the room and rises the hairs on the back of his neck. Goosebumps. A chill that curls so deep in his stomach that it never goes away. Is always with him. Starting tomorrow.
Next to him, he can feel Subaru shiver faintly.
He isn't naïve enough to think that this beast wouldn't be there if he didn't see him – had never been (not even before tomorrow) – so he doesn't quite understand why he hesitates turning around. Dreads it. The cold tendril inside him just turns around quite unhelpfully and scratches its freezing claws along his stomach. Sssscccccrrrrrrrrrrrt.
Out of the corner of his eye he glances at Subaru and can tell it is too late by the look on his face. But maybe Kamui can still stop the too late because really it isn't too late, not really. Another glance at Subaru and he knows that, no, he can't. If he leaves right now, leaves Subaru alone right now, here, nothing can ever be late again. 'Cause nothing can ever be again. Not for him.
And he turns around. His hair whirls wildly with the motion, his cloak follows lazily. And there he is. Just standing there. And grinning. Grinning contentedly. Kamui has the violent urge to see if he would succeed in ripping his throat out. Or his heart. See if he could dig deep enough. See if he could slice so deep his fucking guts tumbled out, like jittery children spilling out of church when the mass is over. And they'll melt in the greedily licking flames of hellfire.
He doesn't need to look at Subaru to know that he can't. Mustn't. He does anyway. Sees how his black hair reflects sparks and flames and blaze. Sees how his throat works, swallowing words of fear and hope and anticipation. Sees how feverishly his eyes shine with pain and worry and devotion.
It makes him gag.
“Seishirou-san.” It's a whisper rising over the fiery breath of a dragon that is this burning shack.
“Subaru-kun.” It's deceit and malice poured into words and their only goal is breakingbreakingbreaking.
And Kamui can't help stepping in front of his brother because been there, done that doesn't even begin to cover it.
Seishirou's grin shifts and the corners of his mouth curl up a little more cruelly. And it is the same smile he had plastered all over his face when Kamui found Subaru lying at his feet. Soot smeared across his cheek and grey-white ashes dusting his hair. With blood seeping sluggishly from his not slit but ripped open wrists and pooling on the floor in a puddle in the shape of a crouching dog.
“Hello, Kamui. Nice day to meet again, isn't it?”
And Kamui really can't think as clear as he would have liked and Subaru lays a hand on his shoulder, reassuring, restraining, begging. And maybe he isn't famous for his rationality and wit when angry, but until now he really didn't know that he could come up with retorts this lame.
“It can never be a nice day when meeting you is involved,” he snarls because lame as it is, he really means it.
“Ah, well, but this setting, it does bring back memories, doesn't it?” and the guy has the audacity to look fond saying it.
“Maybe it shouldn't!” he snaps and it feels petty the second he says it, so he adds “Maybe it won't!” for good measure. He thinks he hears Subaru making a choked noise in the back of his throat at that. He ignores it, feeling too high-strung to care, even if this really is about Subaru.
“But it still seems familiar, doesn't it? Got tangled in one of your time loops, didn't you?” Seishirou's grin widens, mocks him. Kamui's head aches from too many question tags, and he clenches his teeth a little tighter.
“Shut up...” He means it to be a growl, warning, intimidating, but instead it comes out like a hiss, nervous and loathing, just like he feels. And then he feels Subaru squeezing his shoulder, only he isn't really, he's just clenching his hands. Because he fears what will happen. Whatever the outcome, he fears it. He knows that there is no way it is going to end like he'd like it to. Because it can't. It never has. So why should fate now bend itself backwards just to do him a favor? Or at least that's what Kamui thinks Subaru thinks.
“Aww, what are you gonna do, Kamui? Kill me?” And his voice is full of saccharine fondness like he was talking to a little child that just bound a bow for the fist time in his life.
“This plan does look very appealing right now!” Again with the growl-hiss. But this time he hears what Subaru says, it is “Don't”. Short and simple, but Kamui ignores it. No, he doesn't ignore it, he pretends he didn't hear it in the first place. Because he doesn't want to and won't and didn't.
“But you know what? You can't kill me, Kamui, you can't.” Self-assured bastard.
“And what makes you so sure?!” He doesn't even pretend to be growling, warning, anymore, just settles with the hate. His pure, unadulterated hate. Thinks of what this monster did, how Subaru bled, the way everything went downhill from there, with Subaru feeling and thinking and suffering so, so much.
And then there is the truth, bleak and cool, it cuts through clouds of heat and smoke and fire. “Subaru-kun wouldn't let you.” Kamui feels very inclined to scratch that grin off Seishirou's fucking face.
“You think so? Watch me.” Every muscle in his body is tense, he's ready to attack like some goddamn predator, like a cat before a poor mouse meets its misery.
He had forgotten how fast Subaru can move. That in fact, despite the broken sobs that escape him when he thinks nobody can hear him, he's so much faster and brighter and better than him.
Subaru stands there before Kamui, one hand at his chest – not only holding but shoving him back – the other hanging limply at his side. Trembling. Like he's cold. But he can't be cold, not when standing in the middle of hellfire. And Subaru whispers, “Please stop.” And Kamui knows Subaru means him. But he isn't supposed to because even if he suspects how Subaru feels, he never ever wanted to see any proof of it. And this is proof. Plenty of it. This is what he dreaded for years, for decades, maybe even for centuries. All presented here for Kamui to see in those quiet green eyes. It's only a second before Subaru breaks his gaze, head dropping and bangs obscuring his eyes, but Kamui knows what's he's seen. Has seen plenty of it. Maybe too much.
Behind Subaru he can see Seishirou grinning I told you so, but there's something different in his eyes as well, and Kamui really doesn't want to identify it. It's unusual and raw and emotion. It's a foreign sight, this new expression, and maybe it isn't and Kamui just never looked. But that's a thought Kamui doesn't think. Instead he does the only thing he should think of in this situation and grabs Subaru's arm. The one that's not only holding but shoving him back because he can't bear anything it implies.
He yanks and Subaru tumbles, whipping his head around to look at Seishirou when he really shouldn't because the air is liquefying once again and time begins to stutter. It's a whole world of problems too much and too grave for anyone to bear concentrated in one glance.
He think he hears Seishirou say “I won't stop looking” and Subaru choking something in response, maybe his name, but he can't really understand it because the roar in his ears is already too loud.
Then it's over, the heat of the fire is gone and Subaru eyes look up at him through water, miles between him and the surface, and he's drowningdrowningdrowning.
- おわり -
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Hope everyone enjoyed. :) Feedback is adored and treasured forever. If you find any mistakes (my proofreading skills are kinda poor), feel free to point them out.
Author:
urania_chanSeries: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Characters: Seishirou/Subaru, Kamui
Word Count: 1521
Disclaimer: Not mine. And I'm just too sad about that to make a witty disclaimer. ;_;
Summary: What started in ashes, crashes in flames.
Notes: For
seelentherapie! A very belated Christmas gift. Ahem. She asked for “Kamui vs Sei-chan bitchfight and Subaru defends Sei-chan” which this story isn't really, but it's the closest I could get. Um, sorry? I still hope you enjoy. (It ate my night! As I'm typing this it's half past 6 and I didn't sleep! DDD:)And somehow it turned out with a whole lot of Kamui->Subaru... I didn't intend to do it, I swear! D:
Beta'd by my dearest
isegrim_chan. <3Tangled.
It is bizarre, Kamui thinks, that in the end everything comes down to this.
What started in ashes, crashes in flames.
And now they are here again. Againagainagain. Put on rewind. ‘Cause it can’t be. A house can’t burn down in a blazing inferno, when yesterday it was only black and charred ruins. Isn’t possible.
But beneath the choking heat and the suffocating smoke, it certainly feels like yesterday. A déjà vu played backwards. Just not possible. So maybe it feels like... tomorrow? Tomorrow equipped with taunting flames and flakes of ash dancing through the flaring air.
It occurs to him that if it is true, maybe he can stop this whole disaster. If it is still that day, today, he only has to storm off and then... then maybe he can stop all this. Stop it before it even starts. Throw salt on ashes before anything can grow. If it only began to happen tomorrow...
Behind them Kamui can hear a crack and a sizzle and the snap of air. A gust of wind sweeps through the room and rises the hairs on the back of his neck. Goosebumps. A chill that curls so deep in his stomach that it never goes away. Is always with him. Starting tomorrow.
Next to him, he can feel Subaru shiver faintly.
He isn't naïve enough to think that this beast wouldn't be there if he didn't see him – had never been (not even before tomorrow) – so he doesn't quite understand why he hesitates turning around. Dreads it. The cold tendril inside him just turns around quite unhelpfully and scratches its freezing claws along his stomach. Sssscccccrrrrrrrrrrrt.
Out of the corner of his eye he glances at Subaru and can tell it is too late by the look on his face. But maybe Kamui can still stop the too late because really it isn't too late, not really. Another glance at Subaru and he knows that, no, he can't. If he leaves right now, leaves Subaru alone right now, here, nothing can ever be late again. 'Cause nothing can ever be again. Not for him.
And he turns around. His hair whirls wildly with the motion, his cloak follows lazily. And there he is. Just standing there. And grinning. Grinning contentedly. Kamui has the violent urge to see if he would succeed in ripping his throat out. Or his heart. See if he could dig deep enough. See if he could slice so deep his fucking guts tumbled out, like jittery children spilling out of church when the mass is over. And they'll melt in the greedily licking flames of hellfire.
He doesn't need to look at Subaru to know that he can't. Mustn't. He does anyway. Sees how his black hair reflects sparks and flames and blaze. Sees how his throat works, swallowing words of fear and hope and anticipation. Sees how feverishly his eyes shine with pain and worry and devotion.
It makes him gag.
“Seishirou-san.” It's a whisper rising over the fiery breath of a dragon that is this burning shack.
“Subaru-kun.” It's deceit and malice poured into words and their only goal is breakingbreakingbreaking.
And Kamui can't help stepping in front of his brother because been there, done that doesn't even begin to cover it.
Seishirou's grin shifts and the corners of his mouth curl up a little more cruelly. And it is the same smile he had plastered all over his face when Kamui found Subaru lying at his feet. Soot smeared across his cheek and grey-white ashes dusting his hair. With blood seeping sluggishly from his not slit but ripped open wrists and pooling on the floor in a puddle in the shape of a crouching dog.
“Hello, Kamui. Nice day to meet again, isn't it?”
And Kamui really can't think as clear as he would have liked and Subaru lays a hand on his shoulder, reassuring, restraining, begging. And maybe he isn't famous for his rationality and wit when angry, but until now he really didn't know that he could come up with retorts this lame.
“It can never be a nice day when meeting you is involved,” he snarls because lame as it is, he really means it.
“Ah, well, but this setting, it does bring back memories, doesn't it?” and the guy has the audacity to look fond saying it.
“Maybe it shouldn't!” he snaps and it feels petty the second he says it, so he adds “Maybe it won't!” for good measure. He thinks he hears Subaru making a choked noise in the back of his throat at that. He ignores it, feeling too high-strung to care, even if this really is about Subaru.
“But it still seems familiar, doesn't it? Got tangled in one of your time loops, didn't you?” Seishirou's grin widens, mocks him. Kamui's head aches from too many question tags, and he clenches his teeth a little tighter.
“Shut up...” He means it to be a growl, warning, intimidating, but instead it comes out like a hiss, nervous and loathing, just like he feels. And then he feels Subaru squeezing his shoulder, only he isn't really, he's just clenching his hands. Because he fears what will happen. Whatever the outcome, he fears it. He knows that there is no way it is going to end like he'd like it to. Because it can't. It never has. So why should fate now bend itself backwards just to do him a favor? Or at least that's what Kamui thinks Subaru thinks.
“Aww, what are you gonna do, Kamui? Kill me?” And his voice is full of saccharine fondness like he was talking to a little child that just bound a bow for the fist time in his life.
“This plan does look very appealing right now!” Again with the growl-hiss. But this time he hears what Subaru says, it is “Don't”. Short and simple, but Kamui ignores it. No, he doesn't ignore it, he pretends he didn't hear it in the first place. Because he doesn't want to and won't and didn't.
“But you know what? You can't kill me, Kamui, you can't.” Self-assured bastard.
“And what makes you so sure?!” He doesn't even pretend to be growling, warning, anymore, just settles with the hate. His pure, unadulterated hate. Thinks of what this monster did, how Subaru bled, the way everything went downhill from there, with Subaru feeling and thinking and suffering so, so much.
And then there is the truth, bleak and cool, it cuts through clouds of heat and smoke and fire. “Subaru-kun wouldn't let you.” Kamui feels very inclined to scratch that grin off Seishirou's fucking face.
“You think so? Watch me.” Every muscle in his body is tense, he's ready to attack like some goddamn predator, like a cat before a poor mouse meets its misery.
He had forgotten how fast Subaru can move. That in fact, despite the broken sobs that escape him when he thinks nobody can hear him, he's so much faster and brighter and better than him.
Subaru stands there before Kamui, one hand at his chest – not only holding but shoving him back – the other hanging limply at his side. Trembling. Like he's cold. But he can't be cold, not when standing in the middle of hellfire. And Subaru whispers, “Please stop.” And Kamui knows Subaru means him. But he isn't supposed to because even if he suspects how Subaru feels, he never ever wanted to see any proof of it. And this is proof. Plenty of it. This is what he dreaded for years, for decades, maybe even for centuries. All presented here for Kamui to see in those quiet green eyes. It's only a second before Subaru breaks his gaze, head dropping and bangs obscuring his eyes, but Kamui knows what's he's seen. Has seen plenty of it. Maybe too much.
Behind Subaru he can see Seishirou grinning I told you so, but there's something different in his eyes as well, and Kamui really doesn't want to identify it. It's unusual and raw and emotion. It's a foreign sight, this new expression, and maybe it isn't and Kamui just never looked. But that's a thought Kamui doesn't think. Instead he does the only thing he should think of in this situation and grabs Subaru's arm. The one that's not only holding but shoving him back because he can't bear anything it implies.
He yanks and Subaru tumbles, whipping his head around to look at Seishirou when he really shouldn't because the air is liquefying once again and time begins to stutter. It's a whole world of problems too much and too grave for anyone to bear concentrated in one glance.
He think he hears Seishirou say “I won't stop looking” and Subaru choking something in response, maybe his name, but he can't really understand it because the roar in his ears is already too loud.
Then it's over, the heat of the fire is gone and Subaru eyes look up at him through water, miles between him and the surface, and he's drowningdrowningdrowning.
- おわり -
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Hope everyone enjoyed. :) Feedback is adored and treasured forever. If you find any mistakes (my proofreading skills are kinda poor), feel free to point them out.
