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Entrapment

#6

*Kamui POV

I woke up the next morning to find him asleep on the winged chair. It was seldom I rose earlier than him. I sat up, and felt something unfamiliar on my left ring finger. The ring. It was on my hand. I tried to take it off, but it wouldn't come off. I went into the bathroom and put soap on it, but it wouldn't come off. When I returned Fuuma was awake. He walked over and embraced me tightly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say I would… I mean it. My poor Kamui…" He whispered, taking my left hand. He stared at it. "Why did you put it on?" He asked, his voice suddenly turning cold. "I didn't-" I began. He cut me off. "Why did you put it on?" His grasp grew tighter.

I pulled away from him. "I didn't. When I woke up it was already on my finger… Get it off!" I said, my voice loud and irritated. Fuuma seemed in a trance. He watched me trying to slip the ring off. I heard laughter. A woman's laughter. It was coming from outside. I left Fuuma in the room and went into the living room.

A woman sat on the couch, her back facing me. She was wearing a red gown, her brown hair tied neatly.

She turned around. I screamed. I didn't care who would wake up. I screamed. Fuuma came out and embraced me from behind. He could only stare.

The woman's face was rotting, her neck covered in a crisp of dried blood. "Sakura…" Fuuma whispered. The woman's rotting lips pulled into a smile. "Fuuma." Her voice was sweet like bells, ringing in my ears. "Sakura…?" I asked, panicked. Fuuma let go of me. "No!" I grabbed his hand and pulled him back. "No…" I whispered, my voice dry and scared. I held him. He seemed in a trance…

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*Fuuma POV

"Sakura…" I whispered, breaking myself from Kamui's grasp. Hold on, who was Kamui? We were in the parlor, Sakura beautiful and waiting for me. I tried to go to her, but this Kamui held me back. "Sakura…" I said, my hands reaching out at least to touch her.

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*Kamui POV

"This is not happening…" I said, the corpse was moving towards us. "No!" I took Fuuma's hand and ran. I ran out of the apartment, dragging him, hearing him whisper the name "Sakura". We hid in a crowd, a crowd in a shopping center. "No… No…" I whispered. I was sweating. I was scared. More scared than I had ever been. Why was she coming back?

`Yes, I would trade even you for her.' My heart beat faster. Fuuma tried to pull away from me. I looked around, panicking. I saw her there…

Again, the corpse advanced on us. "Give me your soul, Kamui," her voice was strange and hoarse. Fuuma made no reaction. But not soon after, I heard him whisper, "Yes, yes, give her your soul…so she can live again." I broke away from both of them.

"No!" I screamed. Someone landed in front of me and picked both of us up. I recognized him. "Thank you, Seishirou… Thank you…" I embraced him tightly; he brought us to his hideaway. "No problem…" He whispered, his voice more serious than I had heard him at the meeting. "Sakura has come back." I nodded. Fuuma grinned like a maniac. "Sakura has come back, fools. I will be with her soon. You didn't rid her, Seishirou!" He laughed, a maniacal laugh that I hated. I walked over to him and slapped him. He stared at me, he tilted his head. "Who are you?" I fumed. I burned with hatred. I hated him now. I hated Sakura. I hated the world.

Someone embraced me from behind. "Who is Sakura?" I turned and returned the embraced. "I'm scared Subaru…" I sobbed on his coat. "I'm scared…" Subaru held me, and comforted me. I loved him, Subaru. I had loved him long ago. I just didn't know how to tell him. "I know. I've always known." He said softly, reading my mind.

Seishirou strolled around the room, when there was a knock on the door. Fuuma just sat there, in a daze. I went over to him and kissed his forehead. "My poor Fuuma…" I said, stroking his hair.

Seishirou looked out the door hole. It was a child. A plump child that stood there, and her brother. The twins. Seishirou opened the door. The children scuttled in, their voices quick and picked. "Daddy! A scary lady watched us… I think she followed us… I'm scared daddy!" Seishirou looked up and rushed to the door. "I think she's here…"

He whispered.

Subaru took my hand and led me into a room. Seishirou carried Fuuma and followed. "Where are we going?" He led me without speaking; his face gleamed as he opened the door that led out of the room. The moonlight reflected in his eyes. I heard Seishirou whisper the word, "Faster," and we broke into a run.

We ran until we reached a construction site. It was old, and its structure was weak. I heard the laughter, the strange hoarse laughter, the laughter that I knew would haunt me forever after this.

Seishirou handed Fuuma to me and used his mind gift and willed debris down. Sakura was a zombie who wanted my soul. I was scared suddenly, scared and sweating. I almost let go of a struggling Fuuma. Fuuma seemed in a daze, his eyes glossy and half closed. I slapped him. He seemed to wake, for a while, before he blinked, his eyes turning hazy again. I dragged him with me, and his with Subaru behind one of the rotting pillars. Seishirou joined us a moment later. "I think she's caught our scent…" Seishirou whispered. I nudged Subaru in the ribs. "You're an exorcist…I thought you could handle zombies too!"

"Kamui, my darling… Zombies can't be exorcised…" Subaru replied, gently squeezing my shoulders. Seishirou was beside me, Fuuma unconscious. Seishirou noticed that I was staring at Fuuma, wondering how he lost his consciousness. "I knocked him out while running… He was struggling too much." I nodded, my eyes running over Fuuma's gentle face, as it always was when sleeping. "You love him a lot, don't you?" Seishirou said, pushing Fuuma against me. I held him, my sleeping prince that had gotten me into all of this. Subaru leant his head against my shoulder. Seishirou watched, and we sat together there, waiting.

We heard breathing. The breathing was getting louder. We heard pebbles move. We heard the shuffle of dragging feet. We waited. "Fuuma…" the familiar hoarse voice called out. "I shivered. I knew I did. I saw Fuuma move a little in his sleep. He was waking. I looked to Seishirou. `Not now. She will hear us,' Seishirou's voice in my ear. I lifted my hand. I felt eyes on me. I knew she was staring at the pillar. Seishirou caught my hand. I heard more shuffling of feet. "I know you're here…" That rusty voice said. "Come out, come out, wherever you are…" I couldn't hold it anymore. Subaru covered my mouth. He kissed my cheek and said in my mind, `it's alright… We'll get through this…' Fuuma groaned. The feet were now running.

"Fuuma's eyes snapped open. He flipped over and caught my throat. I choked. Seishirou stared at the sudden movement. Subaru tried to pull away Fuuma's arm. "Your soul, Kamui." Fuuma whispered. Or was it Fuuma? I tried to scream. Nothing came out but a groan. The feet had stopped… Or did it? I couldn't hear anything, even Subaru's desperate whispers. Fuuma smiled like a malicious madman. Then he let go. I fell to the ground, gasping for breath. The footsteps were gone for sure now. Fuuma bent down. His eyes were no longer hazy. He touched my face. Seishirou pulled him away. "You bastard!" he cursed in a whisper. Subaru checked my neck for bruises or injuries. "There's nothing." Subaru whispered. He didn't really try to kill you… I think part of him resisted it."

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*Seishirou POV

"You bastard!" I cursed, holding Fuuma back. Fuuma didn't struggle. In fact he was crying. I let go of him. He turned around and buried his face in my neck. He was crying. I could feel the blood on my collar. I hushed him. Where was that witch? That zombie? That creature? For all we knew, it was gone. But I still had her scent. She was close. Too close. I pushed Fuuma away. "You bloody witch!" I shouted, grabbing Subaru and Kamui and leading them step-by-step away from Fuuma. "I don't think I'm worthy of the title witch, murderer." It was Fuuma's voice, but when he looked up, he was smiling. Smiling like a clown from a carnival of horror. "Possession isn't a good idea, Sakura." I smiled; taking Kamui's hand I pulled him in front of me. Subaru made protests, but Kamui was silent.

"You want his soul, do you not?" I asked, my eyes fixed only on my past love for centuries. "Yes," He whispered. "Come and get him." Kamui looked up at me, a worried, innocent expression. Don't worry, I won't harm you. I won't harm Fuuma either. I bent down and whispered the words, `Run, and hurry.' into his ear, and he seemed to know how exactly to do that. He ran. He ran as fast as he abilities allowed him. He left the structure. He took to the air. Dull golden eyes looked at me, then in the direction in which Kamui fled. Subaru was behind me, watching me. "You let him go," he whispered. "Yes, yes, and so I did. What are you going to do?" Subaru slipped his hand around my arm. He leant his head on my shoulder. "Get out of my fledgling." The spirit did as it was told, surprisingly. Fuuma collapsed. "And so I am out." She whispered, tilting her head. She looked so solid… So real. She was able to pick Fuuma's limp body and carry him out of the site. I didn't move. I let her go. Subaru tugged on my hand to follow them. I shook my head.

"This is not up to us, my love."

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*Fuuma POV

I felt light, as if I was being carried. I felt no breath against me however. "Sakura?" I whispered feebly. I heard her hush me. I smiled, and tried to open my eyes. My head ached. What was this? A name coming into my mind… Kamui… Kamui? Who is Kamui?

Flashes of things I had done before came into my mind. `Love you, love you, love you, my devil, my devil that has come to take me to hell.' It sounded familiar… This voice that rang in my ears. `I love you, remember?' who said this? To who did this voice belong? "Sakura…" I whispered. Sakura kissed me. Her lips were cold. It didn't matter. "I thought you were dead…" I said softly, my breath gasping and weak. She hushed me once more. I looked down. The city was below us. We were heading for the Tokyo Tower.

`I'll never leave you, Fuuma.' Who? My head ached too much… I didn't want to think. "The person you now think of is dead, darling. As dead as a roasting duck." I smiled. I loved her, I knew I did… Didn't I? "Why are we going to the Tokyo Tower, Sakura?" I asked, trying to move my aching muscles. "We're going there to make me alive again." My eyes widened, but I saw her solid hand do a small gesture before my face and everything went black again.

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*Kamui POV

I panted. I was tired. I hid at the Tokyo Tower. Surely she couldn't find me here. Scarlet sweat formed a layer over my pale skin. I closed my eyes. `Not hell darling. Never hell.' I sighed. Fuuma. I missed him already. His voice rang in my ears. I thought I heard him groan. I looked around from where I was. Nobody there but me. "Kamui." I looked in the direction of the voice. "Subaru?" I whispered. I went to him. He pulled me into a violent kiss. I pulled away. "Subaru!" I whispered again, backing away from him.

"Kamui," He said, his green eyes glinting in the dim lighting from below. "I want you." I hit the pillar. He locked me there. "I always have."

He kissed me again, his hands locking my wrists together, his knee pinning my thighs. "Let go!" I tried to pull away again, but his grasp was too tight. `Fuuma!' my heart screamed. "Subaru…!" I tried to pull away again and again, but he was firm in holding me in place. Where was Seishirou? Where was Fuuma?

Subaru was never like this. How did he know that he was at the Tokyo Tower? Did Seishirou tell him? But he didn't know. Fuuma. I thought I heard him groan again. Subaru stopped for a moment, before resuming his light kisses on my cheeks and neck. He used his teeth to pull the zipper of my shirt, those types of black turtlenecks with zips at their front instead of buttons. He licked my collarbone. His saliva feeling cold against my skin. The wind was strong, and the light from below mild. I struggled although there was no point. He pulled the sleeves off my shoulders and let them hang at my elbows, he didn't let go. "Why?" I whispered, looking away as Subaru stood up and stare at me with his now icy green eyes. He soon kissed my cheek, and then returned to my neck, this time sinking his fangs and drawing blood. I cried out in pain, my eyes watering with scarlet tears. "Let go…!" I whined, I whined like a child who didn't get what he wanted. But he didn't. He continued this horrid act, of robbing me. He drained me till I was weak, falling. My knees could no longer support me. I fell. But he had put his knee between my legs, supporting me, preventing me from falling. I panted, and he had stopped drinking from me. I closed my eyes, drawing deep breathes. "Kamui…" He whispered, his eyes still icy.

He let me fall to the ground. Now that I was weak, it was much easier for him. He gently took off the shirt hanging from my shoulders, Licking he hollow of my chin, and trailing his tongue down to my stomach. I squirmed. I didn't like the feeling of it. He smiled as I tried to protest, and he pulled me up. He was holding me from behind. "Why?" I asked again, my voice soft. "Because I want you, Kamui. I've already told you this." I tried to shake my head, but I couldn't move. I groaned. Then he laid me on the ground again, his hands caressing my arms and neck. I heard footsteps now, but I was too weak to think. Subaru's hands were on the zipper of my pants, but within a few seconds, the hands were gone. I felt someone support me by my back. "Kamui?" a familiar voice. `Fuuma!' I cried inside. "You're Kamui?" Fuuma's voice. I knew it. No memory of me.

Sakura's doing.

*Fuuma POV

Sakura had changed into the shape of that man with green eyes, and I had watched her and the boy called Kamui. Kamui was beautiful, I must say, but he seemed so frail and weak. I held him now, his breath cold and short. "You're Kamui?" I asked again. He didn't answer. He couldn't answer. I buried my face in his hair for some reason. I heard myself say `sorry'. Sakura pulled him away from me. His hair smelt good. It smelt of daisies. It smelt so familiar… Sakura knelt holding the boy that was recovering. I pulled him back to me, for some odd reason. Sakura stared. Sakura frowned. Sakura grimaced. I held him to me, this frail beautiful creature. "Why?" Sakura whispered suddenly. I looked at her as I held the boy closer to me. "Why does he win when he seems to lose?" She said softly. "Why are you so attached to him?" I stared as she stood up. "Why, Fuuma? Answer me." Sakura's eyes were pleading, sad eyes.

I held the extremely close to me, in a possessive manner, but I didn't know why. A wind was gathering around Sakura, her brown hair flying about as the breeze whipped it about. "Kill you…" I heard her whisper. "Kill him…" She whispered. I flung the boy over my shoulder, and I jumped. I jumped off the tower. I heard her howl. It sent chills down my spine.

I fled from the one I longed to be with for the rest of my life.