X/1999 Fan Fiction ❯ Après ❯ Break ( Chapter 6 )

Part Six: Break

Kamui sat under the tree, just next to Kotori's grave. He wanted to talk to someone, and Kotori always listened. The girl's spirit appeared next to the violet-eyed boy.

"Something wrong, Kamui-chan?" she asked.

"I have a problem, Kotori," Kamui sighed.

Kotori sat down. "I'm listening."

Kamui smiled. "You always listen to me."

Kotori's spirit returned the smile. "That's because I care about you, Kamui-chan. So, tell me. What's wrong?"

"You know how I'm dating Keiichi?"

Kotori nodded.

"Well, I love him and all," Kamui said. "But there's something missing in my relationship with him."

"And what's that?"

Kamui shook his head. "I don't know. And there's another problem: I still love Fuuma."

Kotori nodded. "I see. I'm afraid that the only advice I can give you is to talk to Keiichi about your relationship. And when it comes to Fuuma, the only advice I have is to follow your heart."

Leave it to Kotori to give Cinderella advice, Kamui thought. He smiled anyway.

"Thanks, Kotori."

"You're welcome, Kamui-chan."

Kamui and the spectral form of Kotori sat there for a minute or two. The wind blew, swirling Kotori's long, translucent hair around. After a while, Kotori stood, smoothing her skirt.

"I have to go now," she said.

"Thanks again for the advice," Kamui told her.

"Anytime, Kamui-chan."

Kotori kissed Kamui's cheek then disappeared. Kamui stood up and headed home.

* * *

"Ayame," Mitsuko called. "I have to go meet up with Hitori. She wants to see the article before I turn it in the boss."

"Okay," Ayame replied from her spot on the couch.

"I'm going to let you stay here. If everything's alright afterwards, I'll give you full privileges to stay home alone. Deal?"

"Mom, I'm eighteen. I can take care of myself without blowing up the house."

"I never said you were going to," Mistuko said. "I just worry about you. You're my only child and I don't want anything to happen to you. I don't know what I'd do if you were to get hurt."

"Mom, I'll be fine. I AM trained in self-defense."

"I know. I just worry."

Ayame smiled. "Mom, you don't need to worry about me. If anyone tries to get in while you're gone, I'll scare them off with a maboroshi."

Mitsuko returned her daughter's smile. "Show me a maboroshi. Something nice."

Ayame nodded. She weaved some magic and the sitting room disappeared, replace by the view of her mother's favorite beach. So clear and convincing, the maboroshi almost seemed real. Mitsuko clapped.

"Beautiful, Ayame," she said. "Well done!"

With a wave of her hand, Ayame dispelled the maboroshi. She turned to her mother.

"You'd better go, Mom. Hitori-san will be mad if you're late."

"Oh, right!" Mitsuko said.

She pulled out some money and handed it to her daughter.

"Here's some money, so you can order some dinner. I won't be home until late, so just remember to go to bed before two in the morning."

"I know."

"That means no chatting with Hotaru all night."

"Yes, Mom."

"Good. I'll see you later!"

Mitsuko grabbed her keys off the hook by the door, slipped her shoes on, and headed out the door. Ayame went into her room, turned on her computer and started her music.

* * *

"Come on, Kamui!" Sorata said. "I promised Arashi I would stay out of the way while she talks to Yuzuriha. And I don't want to go alone!"

"But I have to wait until Keiichi gets home," Kamui protested. "There's something important I need to talk to him about!"

"It can wait!" Sorata told him. "It Saturday, so there's a discount tonight! Come on!"

"But Sorata!"

"Just come on!"

With that, the older boy grabbed Kamui's wrist and began dragging him towards the door. Somehow, Kamui managed to grab his shoes and lock the door. Sorata pulled the smaller boy along until they reached a bus stop. The bus arrived and Sorata paid for both of their fares. Then he dragged Kamui over to a seat.

A twenty-minute ride later, Sorata and Kamui got off. Sorata led Kamui to a building with a small sign that read `Dragon's Fang'. The Kansai monk opened the door and shoved his friend into the building.

Lights flashed. Music blared. People danced. And screamed. And drank.

"You brought me to a CLUB?!"

"Why not?" Sorata grinned. "You need to have more fun!"

Kamui rolled his eyes. Sorata shrugged and disappeared into the crowd. With a sigh, Kamui walked around. He saw several couples of all kinds dancing, drinking, even making out.

After a while. Kamui began to enjoy himself. Until he saw a familiar face. Scratch that, a familiar face that was practically glued to an unfamiliar one.

"Keiichi!" Kamui exclaimed.

Keiichi stopped kissing the girl to look up. His eyes brightened at the sight of Kamui.

"Hey, Kamui!" Keiichi smiled.

It was rather obvious that the blonde boy had been drinking. How he had gotten the alcohol wasn't what was on Kamui's mind. The fact that his boyfriend was cheating on him, with a girl, nonetheless, was what was running through the violet-eyed boy's psyche. He shook his head.

"Don't you `hey' me!" he said, angrily. "What the hell are you doing here? And making out with a girl?! I thought you loved me!"

The girl looked at Keiichi.

"You're gay?" she asked.

"Bisexual."

The girl shrugged. Kamui glared at Keiichi.

"I can't believe you!" Kamui said. "You're cheating on me?"

"Uh….yeah?" Keiichi guess, obviously a little more than tipsy.

Kamui flushed, turned on his heel, and stormed out of the club. He ignored Keiichi, who called after him. He also went pass Sorata without a word.

After he got out of Dragon's Fang, Kamui began to run. He kept running until he could run no longer. He looked around, slightly surprised to find that he was standing in front of Togakushi shrine. A familiar figure stood just outside the door to the shrine. The embers of the cigarette in the older boy's hand burned in the darkness.

"Fu…Fuuma?" Kamui called.

The boy looked up.

"Kamui?" Fuuma asked. "What are you doing here?"

Tears were already welling up in Kamui's eyes. The older boy walked closer to him. Kamui collapsed to his knes, letting his tears come.

"Kamui, what happened?"

"K-Keiichi…" Kamui sobbed. "I…I thought he…loved me…"

"Did he hurt you?" Fuuma asked. "No, that's not like him. Did he leave you?"

Kamui shook his head. "I…I caught him…I caught…"

"You caught him cheating on you?"

"With a girl…"

Kamui's shoulders shook as he tried to contain his sobs. Tears soaked the ground. Fuuma helped the smaller boy up and took him into his house.

"Kamui," Fuuma began.

"I can't believe it…" Kamui sniffed.

"Sit down, Kamui," Fuuma said, pushing the younger boy down onto the sofa.

Kamui sat, his tears flowing freely. Fuuma sat next to him, pulling him into an embrace. The smaller boy snuggled closer to his friend, sobbing into the older boy's chest.

A half-hour passed, and Kamui's tears slowed. His sobs had stopped, but the tears just kept coming. He reached up and wiped his eyes. Fuuma let his friend go.

"Feel better?" he asked.

Kamui shook his head. "I can't forget. It keeps playing in my head, over and over."

He looked at Fuuma. Their eyes locked as the younger boy clutched at Fuuma's sleeve.

"Fuuma…" Kamui murmured, leaning onto the older boy's chest. "Will you help me to forget?"

"Kamui?"

"Please, Fuuma! Help me forget!"

"I…" Fuuma said, a bit hesitant. "Only if…we do it my way."

"I don't care!" Kamui exclaimed. "Just as long as I forget."

"Okay," Fuuma said.

He stood, pulling Kamui up. He led the younger boy upstairs and towards his room. They passed Kotori's room as they headed down the hall.

"Have you cleaned out her room?" Kamui asked.

Fuuma nodded. "It's Kazuki's room now. We sold all of Kotori's belongings then bought an entire new set of furnishings for him."

"Wait," Kamui said. "If Nataku's room is next door to yours, he might hear…"

The younger boy trailed off, blushing. Fuuma gave a soft smiled.

"Don't worry, Kamui," Fuuma told him. "He's over at a friend's house tonight."

"Oh…"

Fuuma opened the door to his room and let Kamui walk in before entering himself, closing the door behind him. The room had changed quite a bit since Kamui had last been in there, almost two years previous. No longer was it filled with basketball paraphernalia and book; it was messy, covered with posters, and definitely seemed more like the person Fuuma was now.

"So, is it just you and Nataku?" Kamui asked, sitting down on the bed.

"Yeah," Fuuma replied, opening a drawer and pulling something out.

Kamui's eyes widened. "Handcuffs?"

"You said we'd do this my way," Fuuma shrugged.

"Yeah," Kamui said. "That's right."

"Take your shirt off. It will be less trouble later if you take it off now."

Blushing, Kamui nodded and pulled off the black t-shirt he was wearing. Fuuma pressed the smaller boy onto the mattress and handcuffed him to the head board.

"You do realize that this might be rough?"

"I don't care," Kamui said, tugging slightly at the handcuffs.

"Just warning you."

With that, Fuuma firmly kissed Kamui and began running his fingers along the younger boy's chest. Kamui let out a soft moan as his Twin Star's fingers brushed over sensitive skin.

Fuuma leaned down and licked at Kamui's left nipple, coating it with saliva, the gently blew on it. The boy beneath him moaned at this treatment and pulled at the handcuffs.

"You're going to hurt yourself like that," Fuuma mumbled, nibbling at Kamui's nipple.

Kamui said nothing, but stopping pulling at the restraints. He wrapped one leg around his Twin Star's legs. Fuuma took this as a demand to move on.

"Getting impatient, Kamui?"

"Maybe just a little."

Fuuma chuckled darkly. He kissed Kamui and began fumbling with the button of the younger boy's pants. Once the button and zipper were undone, he slipped them down his partner's legs.

Fuuma pressed against Kamui through the cloth of the younger boy's boxers. Kamui let out a soft gasp and turned a brilliant shade of crimson. The older boy nearly laughed.

"Never did this with your boyfriend, did you?"

"Tried, but never got this far before he got nervous," Kamui replied, a tad bitterly. "Now, if you don't mind, let's do this."

"Oh, I don't mind," Fuuma smirked.

He played with the elastic of the smaller boy's boxers and then wondered why he was still fully clothed. Fuuma stood and stripped down completely, then crawled back onto the bed.

Kamui blushed again at the sight of Fuuma naked. He closed his eyes and shook his head. He heard Fuuma laugh.

"Oh, c'mon, Kamui," Fuuma said. "You've seen me naked twice before."

"Yeah, and both times you were trying to rape me," Kamui retorted, his eyes still closed.

"Don't act as though you didn't want me to," Fuuma said. "I see Wishes, remember?"

Kamui opened his eyes as Fuuma started running skilled fingers up and down the inside of his thigh. He immediately closed them again as he let out a low moan. He felt Fuuma pull at his boxers and lifted himself up to let Fuuma get rid of them.

Fuuma's fingers wrapped themselves around Kamui. The younger boy let out a sharp gasp and arched his back on impulse. Ecstasy filled the amethyst-eyed boy as his opposite began pumping a rhythm.

Just before Kamui reached the edge, Fuuma got up to retrieve the lubricant from the drawer of the bedside table. He applied the oil to his fingers and began to prepare Kamui for the upcoming invasion.

It didn't take Kamui long to adjust. As soon as he was adjusted, he nodded, letting Fuuma know that he ready. The older boy removed his fingers from the boy and slowly entered him.

Kamui let out a sharp cry at the invasion. The pain subsided and Fuuma pulled out. Kamui's fingers tangled together as Fuuma thrust back into him, causing the younger boy to gasp and moan in pure ecstasy.

Fuuma set a rhythm with Kamui, pulling out and thrusting back in. He brought Kamui to the edge and back, til neither could continue any longer. They screamed each other's names as they came.

Fuuma collapsed onto the smaller boy, out of breath and energy. Carefully, he reached up and undid the handcuffs that bound Kamui. Then he rolled off the other boy,. They lay there silently except for their heavy breathing.

Fuuma soon fell asleep leaving Kamui with his thoughts. The younger boy thought back to his conversation with Kotori's spirit. She had told him to follow his heart when it came to Fuuma. He had followed it, in a way, and had wound up having sex with the older boy. And he had finally figured out what his relationship with Keiichi had been missing: Dominance (Muse Interruption: And sex!).

Looking at the sleeping form of his Twin Star, Kamui made a decision. He still loved Fuuma and he wanted to be with him.

So, he thought, snuggling closer to Fuuma. I'll talk to him tomorrow about moving in with him. And I'll simply have to tell Keiichi that it's over between us.

Kamui closed his eyes as Fuuma unconsciously put an arm around him. He silently thanked his Gemini for everything and shortly fell asleep.

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Sorry, all you KamuixKeiichi fans out there. I had to break these two up. Yes, they may be a cute couple, but there is no dominate figure in their relationship. Kamui needs a seme. I still support them, just not in this fic.

Thanks to everyone fore their reviews!