Strangers on the Bus

- Past Dictates Present -

By: Lil' Amethyst Angel

Summary: Kamui has just returned to Tokyo after years of absence, but is determined to keep everyone away. Meanwhile, Subaru is struggling with his relationship with Seishirou.

Warnings: Abuse, violence, swearing, shounen-ai, AU, and possible OOC.

Pairings: Subaru/Seishirou (mannny more to come)

A raven-haired boy throws a punch at the much larger teenager in front of him. Another boy, shorter than the last, but more built, charger at the deceptively small figure. In a matter of moments the burly teen was on the ground, next to his unconscious friend. The smaller boy looked down at his two attackers and that up at the remaining three men surrounding him.

"Well, that was rather pathetic." He smirked coldly at them. This only elicited a growl from the remaining gang members.

"You really should have left my friend alone." The boy glanced at his beaten and bloodied friend, who was currently leaning against the ally wall. "And just for a few quick bucks. Do you make a habit of jumping defenseless high school students on their way home? If you do, you really must think of the consequences. One of those helpless students is going to have a friend who would enjoy kicking you ass."

With that the dark haired teen resumed a fighting position and attacked one of the men to his right. This guy wasn't as week as the last two and managed to dodge the punch. He kicked the boy in the stomach, sending him stumbling back. He took the chance to hit the smaller teenager on the cheek. The boy quickly recovered his bearings and struck the other on the side of the head with a powerful blow, knocking him unconscious.

The boy turned to face the remaining thugs. One was looking rather frightened while the other was out right pissed. The timid one started to back away. The other, seeing as the odds were not in his favor at the moment, left with a threat of death to the boy and everyone close to him.

Shaking his head the teen went over to his friend and lifted him up.

"Hey, Kei-chan? Talk to me, Kei-chan." The boy gently slapped the other's cheek.

"K-kamui?" The lighter-haired boy asked.

"Yeah, it's me. I'm gonna bring you to home, okay?" The aforementioned Kamui told his friend. Keichi smiled in response.

"T-thanks, Kamui."

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Later that night, Kamui walked back to his home. 'Oh man, mom is gonna kill me. I'm out way past curfew and I got blood on my uniform.' He thought to himself. Kamui looked at the blood on his formerly clean, white sleeves in disgust. He hated blood. The smell, the feel, and the color.

As Kamui walked in the door he called to his mother, "Mom? I'm home. Look, I'm sorry about being out so late. Mom?"

Kamui turned the corner, into the living room, to find his mother lying on the couch. She was lying very still, her long black tresses fanning out around her pale face. 'She must be sleeping,' Kamui thought. As he got nearer he noticed an odd metallic smell. Her hands were laid over her stomach. She was wearing a red shirt, which he found odd, as she always hated the color red. She said it reminded her too much of blood. Kamui admired how beautiful his mother looked in the darkness of the room, with moonlight that streamed through the window accenting her features. As her observed her he noticed that her chest wasn't moving. She wasn't breathing. 'What the-' Kamui looked her over, his eyes coming to stop on her motionless wrists. He turned them over and gasped in horror.

"Oh fuck." His words ripped through the heavy silence in the room. He ran to the phone and called the paramedics. He waited for them to come, holding a towel to her wrists in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding. Even as Kamui tried so hard to get her to wake up he knew is was useless.

"Don't leave me, mom. Not like dad did. Please? Mom, wake up! Mom..." A sob broke free from his lips.

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Kamui stayed with his mother's sister for a few weeks after his mother's death. His aunt decided it would be best for him to get away from that area, where bad memories lingered. She suggested him moving back to Tokyo, where he lived years ago, before he moved with his mother. Kamui was indifferent towards the whole matter. His aunt, who was often out of the country on business thought it best that he not live with someone who would be able to look after him all the time. She rented him a room in a house, which is basically used as a dorm by students from the high school he would be attending. As a bonus the house "mom" was a teacher at the school.

It was Kamui's first day in Tokyo. The movers had already brought his things to his new home. Kamui didn't feel like going 'home' just yet. He assumed the other occupants would want to meet their new house-mate and he wasn't in a very sociable mood, though he rarely was nowadays. He sighed and began to aimlessly wander the busy streets of Tokyo. Not the safest thing to do at night, bit Kamui didn't really care. If he did run into any trouble he could take care of himself.

It was getting colder out and Kamui decided he should head home. One his way down one of the less-busy streets he began to get the feeling that someone was watching him. He brushed it off as him being paranoid.

He heard footsteps behind him, but before he had time to react he was thrown against the brick wall of a nearby building. A man, a few years older than himself, had him pinned in a tight grip.

"You Kamui Shirou?" He asked gruffly.

"What's it to you?" The younger spit back.

The man only smiled in response and proceeded to knee him in the gut. Kamui hunched over in pain.

"Just a little welcome to Tokyo. Nezumi says to say hi. He wants you to know he hasn't forgotten you, so don't worry." The man sneered.

Kamui managed to get his breath back. "Oh, I'm so glad. My feelings would be so hurt if he were to forget the ass-kicking I gave him and his crew." That earned him a punch to the face. 'Damn, that hurt. Why do they always go for the face?' Kamui thought.

"You better watch your back." With one last kick the man left Kamui leaning against the cold, hard wall.

"All this just because I humiliated him a little. Man, I can't believe he has people in Tokyo too. I gotta watch who I beat up. Nezumi and his little minions must be part of a bigger crew. Fan-friggin-tastic." Kamui grumbled to himself, standing up. With a sigh he continued on his way home. He groaned when he realized he had school tomorrow. Kamui could already tell this was week was not going to go well.

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Kamui took at seat under a cherry tree in the school yard. His first day of school was going relatively well. His teachers seemed nice enough and academically everything was seemingly easy so far. The only downside was that he already seemed to acquire fangirls, a.k.a hyper-active, bouncy, cheerful, completely obsessive schoolgirls. Kamui shuttered. One of his first classes had been gym. Some girls saw how great Kamui was at basketball and, of course, how good he looked in the gym uniform, and immediately took notice.

It was lunch period, but Kamui didn't feel like eating. He brought his fingers to touch his cheek, which was now tinged blue, absentmindedly. He had to be more careful.

In another part of the school a young girl with light, wavy hair and warm eyes ran up to her older brother.

"Fuuma!" She called, waving to her sibling.

"Kotori. How has your day been so far?" He asked in his smooth, deep voice.

"It's been alright. Did you hear? There's this really cool new guy who just transferred in. I heard he was a good basketball player. You may have some competition." Kotori teased.

"I may just have to get him to join the team if he's so good." Fuuma said, smiling at his sister.

"It seems Chiharu has taken a liking to him. She's already keeping tabs on him. He has lunch right now. He's out by the cherry trees." Kotori informed.

"I see. Should we go say hi? Maybe I should challenge him to a game of one on one." Fuuma and Kotori made their way to where the dark-haired youngster was sitting.

He had his back to them and was staring at the cherry trees ahead of him. The two siblings quietly approached.

"Um, hi there." Kotori spoke up. The boy turned his head to see who was speaking to him. His bright eyes widened, as did Kotori's and Fuuma's.

"Kamui?!" Both siblings exclaimed in prefect sync.

Kamui stared at both of them in shocked awe. After a few moments he snapped out of it. Kotori and Fuuma Monou, his childhood friends. He hadn't seen them since he moved from Tokyo. He never thought that they would go to this school. Heck, he never thought he would see them again. He had missed them so much. Seeing Kotori's surprised expression turn to one of joy he smiled inwardly. He was about to run and hug them when he stopped himself. The cruel voice of Nezumi flashed through his head, "I promise you, I will kill you, Shirou. And anyone close to you." It turned out Nezumi had people in Tokyo. People who were obviously after him. If he were to get close to Kotori and Fuuma again they would become targets.

"Sorry, do I know you?" Kamui asked in the coldest voice he could muster. Kotori's face fell slightly.

"Oh, I'm sorry. It's me, Kotori Monou. And this is my brother Fuuma. You remember us, don't you?" She asked hopefully.

"Sorry, I can't say that I do." Kamui turned back to the scene of nature he was admiring before. Out of the side of his eye he saw hurt evident on Kotori's face. Such a lovely face shouldn't be marred by such a look of hurt. Kamui silently cursed himself for being the one to do that to her.

"Kamui Shirou? You lived here ten years ago. Our mothers were friends. We used to play together as children, Kamui." Fuuma tried to refresh Kamui's memory.

"Aa. I recall something of the sort. Even so, we are no longer friends. I would appreciate it if you didn't talk to me so casually." Kamui bit out, referring to the use of his first name. Fuuma looked taken aback.

"I'm sorry, Shirou-kun." Fuuma replied.

'That's fine. Well, I must be getting to class.' Kamui turned his back to his two friends and walked into the school. The sadness in their eyes and the obvious hurt he caused his childhood friends pained Kamui. He didn't want to push them away. He needed them now, more than ever. His mother just died and he felt very alone. Not to mention having some deranged gang after his life. Still, Kamui continued to walk, the distance between him and his former friends growing farther and farther.

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After a tiring day of school Kamui didn't want to go directly home. The house was in walking distance, but Kamui went to the bus stop and boarded the bus. He took a seat near the back and began to calm down as the bus started to move.

A few seats in front on Kamui sat another young man, a few years older than the raven-haired boy. His hair was, too, black, and fell into his eyes. He had soft, ivory skin and slim, but lean form. Yet, his most handsome feature was his capturing eyes. They were beautiful and yet very sad.

The bus drove on and eventually the young man got off. He, like Kamui, did not need to ride the bus. He was now, in fact, farther from his home than when he had gotten on the vehicle. He didn't mind walking, though. As he neared his apartment even more sadness shone in his expressive eyes.

Taking his key from his pocket he unlocked the door and stepped inside. The apartment was small, but big enough for him and his boyfriend. The lights were out and the blinds were closed. He sighed and closed the door behind him.

"You're late." The deep voice rang out through the apartment. He immediately tensed.

Seishirou stepped out from the shadows, with his usual calm smile on his face. It was deceptive, really. If you were to just glance at him it would seem he was smiling happily, contented. The black-haired young man knew better. That was the only expression he ever wore. Whether he was happy, upset, or downright murderous, you never knew. Seishirou raised his hand to touch the young man's face, and he had to stop himself from flinching. He stared into the dead eyes of his lover.

"I'm sorry, Seishirou." He replied softly, unmoving from where he stood.

Seishirou's face remained the same as he sighed. "What ever will I do with you, my Subaru?"

Seishirou stopped caressing Subaru's cheek and pulled his hand back and slapped him hard. Subaru's head whipped to the side. He could taste blood in his mouth. Seishirou gently turned Subaru's head back to face him. That same damned smile was still in place and Subaru just wanted to scream at him to stop, stop smiling. He knew, though, that if he did that, then Seishirou would just smile wider. So, Subaru just stood still, staring back at his lover. Seishirou suddenly leaned down and pulled Subaru into a bruising kiss. When he stepped back again Subaru's lips were slightly swollen. Seishirou, then, pushed Subaru into the wall behind him, slowly advancing on him. Subaru closed his eyes, thinking how very much he hated Seishirou....and how he very much he loved him.

To Be Continued

Author's Note: This is my first X fic. I've only written Weiss Kreuz fics up until this point, so tell me what you think. Please, review! Also, on a little side note, even though this is AU, I'm going to try to keep it similar to the X story line.