Hello!A couple things about this fic beforehand:

This is a Subaru/Kamui, Seishirou/Subaru, Fuuma/Kamui andFuuma/Seishirou. Started out as a one shot, and developed into something longer, but as of now I haven't finished it, and am not sure where to take it.

Full of angst, and fluff, and flangst.

This happens after book... shoot, i think it was 13. When Fuma and Kamui face off for like a sec, and Fuman once again begins his little molesting ritual of poor Kamui, and he licks his tears off and whatever... end result, Kamui's been in bed for a while, and his ribs are broken. Subaru's right eye in bandaged, and he's all taking care of Kamui deal, so that's where I got the idea from. Cause I think that Subaru and Kamui are so cute when they're together! Although I like Seishiro and Subaru too. And Kamui and Fuuma. What major fangirl doesn't?

Anyway, enjoy.

Falling

Rain. Pounding footsteps that slapped across the wet ground. A fog that whispered and curled around your ear, seducing you with its eerie lightness and gentle touch. He was running, his face pained, strained. Trying to reach something, fighting to reach it.

But no matter how hard he ran, his body unbinding in its effort to keep reaching... he couldn't move. The face in front of him, the stoic body leaning casually against the cherry tree in front of him, was only receding.

The darkness pressed closer, suffocating. He couldn't breathe... He strained harder, but for all his perseverance, he couldn't get closer. The one whom he had given his heart to, standing in front of him, just watching... he couldn't reach.

His body slowed down abruptly, almost tripping over itself, as the young man finally fell forward, exhausted. Suddenly, strong, large hands slid under his chin, lifting it gently. The dark-haired boy slid his eyes open slowly, looking up to find the taller man in front of him, kneeling.

He'd tried so hard to reach him, and now he was here. A small, soft smiled danced upon his lips as the hands brought him up gently, settling him in a sitting position on the older man's knee, still kneeling. The young man rested his head peacefully on the older man's shoulder, closing his eyes.

"Seishirou..."

The dark-haired young man felt so content here, cradled by Seishirou... His warm, supporting body just held him as his shaky breath slowed, exhaustion ever-present.

The former veterinarian's lips tugged into a chilling sneer, his hand inconspicuously sliding into the pocket of his black coat, withdrawing a thin, small knife.

"Subaru... open your eyes," he whispered, almost lovingly, but a thread of ice slit through his voice. The young boy opened his eyes, so trusting of his object of affection that he did not catch the thread of ice. He would do anything that Seishirou told him.

But as a flash of silver flew in front of his eyes, and searing, brutal pain filled his consciousness, a scream burst out of his throat. Betrayal, and pain, a broken heart.

The diminutive knife was stabbed cruelly in a twisting swing of the wrist. Crimson droplets slipped out, slowly, suddenly growing in multitude as the silver object of execution was wrenched out, along with a another pained half-scream. Blood. Pouring freely, cascading, beautiful in its own sadistic right.

"Seishirou... I... loved you... why..." Subaru murmured, his breathing ragged, his body uncontrollable in its dying trembling. Blood trickled down his slender chin, joining the rest that had spilled from his chest. His heart beat relentlessly, failing in its perseverance to retain its purpose, pulsing blood, even through the gaping hole through itself. His question. Why... why had this man done this, when the young boy loved him so much?

"Why? Because... I don't," the cold voice, somehow filled with inflections of twisted love, lowered, and the older man's head leaned forward, capturing Subaru's lips in a lovingly bittersweet kiss, blocking the dying boy crucial breaths. Tears flowed sweetly from the young boy's dulling eyes, captured in the kiss as well.

Seishirou lifted his face, his lips dripping red.Subaru coughed feebly again, blood spurting into the air from his wide open mouth. His eyes were closed, the peaceful, yet pained expression on his pallid face a token of remembrance to the dark haired man.

Subaru Sumeragi suddenly shot up in bed, shaking, tears falling and dripping so numerously from his eyes that the blankets being gripped violently were already dampening.

His dull eyes grew darker, his hands grasping his head as he shook it, denying everything he'd just seen. Pain expressed itself in short sobs and growls. His eyes shut closed and he sat on the silken sheets, rocking lightly.

"Subaru...?" the quiet plea and soft touch on his shoulders forced the head of the Sumeragi clan to spring his eyes open and swivel around.

"It must have been a bad dream..." the smaller boy whispered empathetically, his eyes reflecting his experience with nightmares, for he too had them, haunting him and making night as cruel as day.

Subaru's tears didn't lessen, but it lightened his heart somewhat to know that he was here, the young boy, amethyst eyes shining. It was comforting to know that someone else here shared similar pain.

"K-Kamui..." it was a cry for help, for forgiveness, for the pain to relent. Kamui nodded and wrapped his arms delicately around Subaru as much as his wounds would allow.Subaru cried silently onto the other Seal's arms. Somewhere in his subconscious he realized that Kamui shouldn't have been out of his bed, he was still gravely wounded, but his need for reassurance made the thought almost insignificant.

"Was it about... Seishirou?" Kamui, intuitive as always, pressed the otherman closer, his fingers lingering regretfully over the bandages that covered Subaru's right eye. He nodded slowly, feeling lost and hurt, the emotions so vividly described in his dream burning in him.

Kamui was unsure what else to say. He... he could never say it would be alright, because he himself doubted that. It was like a lingering scent in the air, the knowledge of doubt. He couldn't say it was alright, because like he'd lost Kotori, Subaru had lost his sister, dead at the hands of the one they loved most. It wasn't alright, and it would never be alright, the young leader of the Dragons of Heaven squeezed his eyes shut, the pain in his chest becoming physical as his broken ribs pressed painfully against Subaru's chest.

He was destiny, he was fate, he was the one. The one who could choose the outcome of the end of the world. Yet he was powerless to protect the ones he loved, it was too late for that. It hurt, it pained him and haunted him and every time he found himself if a battle he wondered, had he been stronger, would Kotori still be alive? Would Fuuma... still be himself?

But holding Subaru like this eased his mind somehow... and Kamui felt himself relax, instead focusing on the pain that Subaru's tears caused him.

The olderman buried his face in Kamui's soft hair, trying to withdraw all the comfort possible. His breathing calmed, his tense body relaxed slowly, the images of Seishirou vibrant as ever, but somehow.. fading. The pain was fading, lying there in Kamui's gentle, understanding embrace.

It'd been a long time since he'd been comforted like this, and yet there was something almost painful about it. Seishirou used to comfort him like that. Why? Why did everything remind him of Seishiro? Everything he'd lost, everything he had. Kamui. The love he felt for Kamui was so like the love he'd felt for Seishiro. Not as strong, granted, his heart would always, forever and ever, belong to the tall, mysterious Sakurazuka. Always...

But Kamui understood his pain, and just knowing that someone had gone through the same thing he had connected him deeply to the young, pained violet-eyed boy. He didn't realize he'd fallen asleep until something soft met the back of his head and a warm cheek touched his.

Kamui felt Subaru's body fall limp, finally relaxed, and lowered him back in the bed, feeling the pressure of having been awake for so long and having traveled from his own bed weighing him down heavily. Unable to fight it, he laid down next to Subaru, feeling inexplicably at peace, and so tired...

He truly looked so innocent, so undeserving of all that pain, Subaru thought, watching the young boy. Not even out of high school, and his life had been living hell for the longest time. Even worse as of late. But all of their lives were being turned upside down. None of the Seals or the Harbingers or any of the others who were involved with them had had easy pasts, or were having easy presents. But it still wasn't fair. Kamui was so young...

He closed his eyes, feeling Kamui's body next to him, his arms still half-draped across him in the earlier embrace. His uncomfortably warm cheek pressed against Subaru's own, his face just centimeters away from his, the shallow breathing and slightly trembling body signs of the young Seal's physical state. He was feverish, Subaru realized, and opened his eyes to study the face with more concern than before.

The slightly parted lips, allowing for the shallow rasps of breathing and the pale, flushed face didn't bode well with the olderman. A pale hand, ungloved, reached out and stroked Kamui's slender, childish face. Beautiful. The raven hair smooth against his face, the added warmth of the small boy's arms across his chest. He glanced down momentarily, checking to see that the bandages wrapped around the boy's broken ribs were still in place and hadn't reopened.

"Thank you, Kamui," he whispered, mindful that he was asleep. But he felt obliged to thank the boy for the peace of mind he gained when he was with him.

Slowly, he turned so that he was facing Kamui directly, wrapping an arm over the smaller boy, with the intentions to keep him warm, and safe. Kamui slept on, obviously and rightly exhausted, and Subaru felt his own eyelids lowering in compliance to his wish to sleep.

He would have no nightmares this time.

Second, this is my first X fic. In case you coudln't tell (note sarcam, I'm pretty sure you can). Apparently I didn't do too bad with the characters though, so I'm happy.

Third... does anyone want a second chapter? Or more than that? Cause I don't know whether to contiue this. I just read books 13-15 and so was in a compltely X mood, and I love Subaru and kamui. And Kakkyo and... well, he may be straight, but I think him and Fuuma are interesting. And just about everyone :squeals: ack, they're all so hot...not that that's all I care about, cause I love them as characters too, it just helps that they're good looking as well :laugh:

Whoops... out of topic, so anyway... I don't know, any suggestions and comments woud be appreaciated to know how I did with my first X fic. Just had to write it though. Hope you liked.