X/1999 Fan Fiction ❯ Après ❯ Good-Bye ( Chapter 7 )

Author's Note: This chapter brings Nataku into the story. I'm making it so that Nataku is a boy, not just a bioroid.

And this chapter's kinda pointless…just warning you.

Part Seven- Good-bye

"Kamui, I'm sorry," Keiichi said as the other boy packed away his belongings. "I'm sorry I never told you I was bi, I'm sorry for cheating on you, I'm sorry that I hurt you. Please, forgive me."

"There's nothing to forgive," Kamui said, throwing his clothes into a box. "You were drunk and you didn't know I'd be there."

"Then why are you leaving?"

"Because I realized that you and I aren't meant to be together," Kamui explained. closing the box and carrying it over to the door.

"So you're leaving me to be with someone you're more compatible with?" Keiichi asked. "It's Fuuma, isn't it?"

"What does it matter?" Kamui asked. "You always wanted me to be happy, right? Well, this way, I will be."

"Kamui, please!" Keiichi begged. "Don't leave me. I'm sorry. Please."

"Good-bye, Keiichi," Kamui said, opening the door.

Fuuma stood outside. He took the box from Kamui and walked off. The smaller boy picked up the other box that held his belongings and carried it out, grabbing his bookbag on his way out the door.

Keiichi watched as Fuuma and Kamui got into the taxi that Fuuma had called. The vehicle drove off and Keiichi closed the door. He went over to the chair in front of the television and slumped into it, fighting to hold back his tears.

"Kamui…" he mumbled.

* * *

"You took Kamui to a CLUB?!" Arashi asked, horrified. "Sorata, he's only sixteen! And he's dating Segawa-kun!"

"Not anymore from the way he stormed out of there," Sorata replied.

"What do you mean?"

The Kansai monk shoved rice into his mouth, took a moment to chew, and then told Arashi what happened.

"Kamui caught Keiichi cheating on him," he said.

"That's horrible!" Yuzuriha exclaimed form her seat at the table. "Why would he do something like that?"

"From what I can tell, he was drunk."

"That's no excuse to hurt Kamui like that," Arashi said. "Have you heard from Kamui since then?"

Sorata shook his head. "He stormed out and ran off. Haven't seen hide or hair of him since."

Yuzuriha stood. "We should go look for him. He's going to need comfort."

Arashi nodded. She put her dishes away and went over to the door. She was about to slip her shoes on when the phone rang.

The Ise maiden walked over to the phone. She picked it up, pressed the receiver to her ear and answered.

"Hello?"

"Oh, Arashi?" a boy's voice asked. "It's Kamui. I just wanted you guys to know that I left Keiichi and moved in with Fuuma."

"Are you alright now, Kamui?" Arashi asked.

"Yeah."

"Will you give us Fuuma's number in case we need to contact you?"

Kamui recited his friend's number for the Ise priestess. Arashi thanked the younger teen and wished him well. Kamui promised to see everyone the ext day and hung up.

"Was that Kamui?" Sorata asked from the other room.

"Yes," Arashi replied. "He's moved in with Fuuma and is doing well."

"Well, it's unfortunate that Kamui has broken up with Keiichi, but at least he's doing okay," Yuzuriha said.

Sorata and Arashi nodded. They looked at the younger teen, who gave a soft smile, a sign that she was recovering from her own loss.

* * *

The next day, Kamui avoided talking to Keiichi quite well until after school, when the blonde boy managed to corner Kamui.

"Kamui, I know you're angry," Keiichi told the younger boy. But please. Talk to me."

"Why bother?" Kamui asked. "I don't see why we should talk about what happened. What's done is done and that's not going to change."

"I know, but I just want to apologize."

"I accept your apology, Keiichi," Kamui said. "But that doesn't mean that I want to see you. I enjoyed our time together, but we just weren't meant to be."

"Can we at least still be friends?" Keiichi asked.

"Perhaps. Just give me time away from you. Right now, I don't want to be around you. No offense. I still care about you, but just not as much."

Keiichi looked at Kamui for a moment then nodded. The taller boy turned and silently walked off. The smaller boy sighed and headed off to meet up with the others.

* * *

Seishirou looked up as a ringing filled the silent classroom. He realized that it was originating from his briefcase. He opened the briefcase and pulled out his cellphone. With a quick glance at the screen, he found it was Subaru calling. He answered with a quick `Hello, Subaru-kun'.

"I'm just calling to let you know that I won't be home until late," Subaru's voice came through.

"You have a job tonight?" Seishirou asked as his students simultaneously looked up from their assignments.

"Yeah. Turns out someone was using an ouiji board to summon up a spirit and now it won't leave."

Seishirou laughed. "Well, just take care of yourself, Subaru-kun. You want me to pick you up afterward?"

"If you want to."

"Of course. Just give me a call when you're done, okay?"

"Hai."

"Though I don't know where I'll be," Seishirou said. "Mitsuko-san invited me to come have dinner with her and Ayame and I have no clue where we're going."

"I'll call your cell, Seishirou."

"Yeah, yeah. Well, I'll see you tonight, then."

"Bye."

With that, Subaru hung up. Seishirou turned his cellphone off, threw it back into his briefcase, and went back to grading papers.

The bell rang and the students filed out of the room. One girl stayed behind. She picked up her papers and took them over to Seishirou.

"Sakurazuka-sensei," she said in a quiet, apologetic voice. "I'm sorry these are late."

"That's alright," Seishirou said. "I won't consider them late. You were absent on Saturday."

"Thank you, Sakurazuka-sensei."

The girl gave a small head-bow and left the room. Seishirou gather all of the papers on his desk, placed them in his briefcase, stood and left the classroom. He was done for the day and he was going home.

* * *

"'Tou-san!" Nataku called. "Sorry I'm home late!"

The boy slipped his shoes off and closed the door. He walked towards the kitchen in hopes of grabbing a soda and perhaps some yan-yan. What he found in the kitchen, though, was completely unexpected.

"Kamui?" he asked, bewildered. "What are you doing here?"

Before Kamui could answer, Fuuma came down the stairs. Nataku turned to him, his pale bangs brushing over his forehead.

"'Tou-san? Why is Kamui here?"

"He moved in yesterday while you were at Rion's house," Fuuma explained. "And please stop calling me `Tou-san'."

"But it's cute," Kamui said with a smile.

"You stay out of this."

"Why did Kamui move in with us? Nataku asked.

"He and I are dating," Fuuma said.

Nataku shrugged. He undid the tie of his CLAMP Academy uniform and headed upstairs.

Kamui continued to chop the vegetables that sat in front of him. Fuuma walked over to him and wrapped his arms around the younger boy. He licked at Kamui's ear, making the smaller boy shiver.

"Fuuma," Kamui protested. "You'll make me cut off a finger!"

"So?" Fuuma asked, nibbling at his Twin Star's earlobe.

Kamui put down the knife, turned around and wrapped his arms around the taller boy. Their lips met in a quick kiss, the vegetables momentarily forgotten. Fuuma drew Kamui closer, so that their hips bumped together. Kamui flushed and let out a small squeak, which made his Gemini laugh and lean in for a kiss.

There was the sound of footfall as Nataku came downstairs. He walked past the occupied couple, opened the refrigerator, took out a can of soda and headed off. Then he stopped in his tracks, turned, reached over and snagged a package of yan-yan. He rushed back upstairs with his snacks.

Fuuma finally released Kamui and went into the sitting room, flopping down onto the couch. Kamui watched as his Twin Star did so, and then looked at the half-chopped vegetables. He walked out of the kitchen and went over to where Fuuma lay on the couch, flipping the channels.

"Who told you to stop? The violet-eyed boy asked.

Fuuma looked up. "You're making dinner."

"We can order something later."

With that, Kamui crawled onto Fuuma and licked the older boy's neck. Fuuma shivered then flipped the younger boy off of him. Pinning the violet-eyed boy beneath him, he kissed Kamui's soft lips lightly. When he moved away, he gave Kamui a smirk.

"Last time I check," he said, a seductive tone in his voice. "I was the one allowed to drive, not you."

Kamui gave Fuuma a smile. The older boy reached down and unbuttoned Kamui's shirt slowly. He pulled Kamui up just long enough to slip the shirt off then kiss the smaller boy's bare skin, making Kamui shiver.

The two were about to go further when the phone rang. Kamui reached over, picked up the phone, and pressed it to his ear.

"Hello?" he asked.

"Kamui?" a familiar voice answered. "What are you doing at Monou-san's?"

Kamui sat bolt-upright, knocking Fuuma off of him and onto the floor. His amethyst eyes were wide in a combined expression of shock and horror. Fuuma gave his boyfriend a glare and Kamui practically shoved the phone into his face.

Fuuma talked to the caller, who had been Ayame, for a while then hung up the phone. He sat back down next to Kamui, slipping an arm around the other boy. He was silent for a while.

"What did she want?" Kamui asked.

"Our homework assignments," Fuuma replied. "She had to leave early and wanted to know what our homework was."

"Oh."

Another few minutes passed. Kamui snuggled close to Fuuma, laying his head on the older boy's chest. The two of them sat in silence, just indulging in the moment.

"So," Fuuma said after considerable silence. "What do you want on your pizza?"

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Yeah, yeah. I'm sorry this is late. Give me a break. I'm busy trying to keep my grades up. There are only a couple weeks left of school and it's giving me a massive headache. And if I keep getting stressed out and slam my head into the keyboard like I've been doing, I'm going to wind up in the hospital with a concussion.

Oh, yeah. If I don't get chapter eight posted before school ends, there's a three-month wait for an update. Sorry in advance if I miss the next update.