[fic] tokyo babylon/x, "knowledge"
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damalurbackupTITLE: Knowledge
CHARACTERS: Seishirou/Subaru
NOTES: Alternate universe. Spins off after the end of Tokyo Babylon, but still loosely follows X canon.
SUMMARY: Does he come to you sometimes in the night, Subaru-san?
KNOWLEDGE
He hates it. Hates everything; hates his fate, hates his name, hates his family, hates his responsibility. If it weren't for his fate, he wouldn't be here in this cold, barren room; he'd be wrapped in his lover's arms, long fingers combing through his own feathery hair. If it weren't for his name, he wouldn't have to publicly deny his lover at all; instead they could visit his family on holidays and leave from an exorcism hand-in-hand.
Does he come to you sometimes in the night, Subaru-san?, Kamui had asked.
Yes, he comes to Subaru in the night, even after Subaru tells him to stop; and yes, they lay together in Subaru's empty apartment; and yes, afterwards Seishirou combs his fingers through Subaru's hair. And no, they shouldn't, and no, they can't tell anyone; and in the morning Seishirou will be gone and Subaru will get up out of his bed and forget to eat. He will forget to eat and he will smoke a pack of cigarettes instead, even though he never smoked before 1999, and then he will meet Seishirou again, this time over a battlefield.
But that night Seishirou will hold Subaru in his arms, and maybe - cold man though he is - maybe as he leaves, he will brush a hand over Subaru's cheek and whisper in his ear.
And maybe, instead of pretending to be asleep, Subaru will roll over and whisper back, I know.
CHARACTERS: Seishirou/Subaru
NOTES: Alternate universe. Spins off after the end of Tokyo Babylon, but still loosely follows X canon.
SUMMARY: Does he come to you sometimes in the night, Subaru-san?
KNOWLEDGE
He hates it. Hates everything; hates his fate, hates his name, hates his family, hates his responsibility. If it weren't for his fate, he wouldn't be here in this cold, barren room; he'd be wrapped in his lover's arms, long fingers combing through his own feathery hair. If it weren't for his name, he wouldn't have to publicly deny his lover at all; instead they could visit his family on holidays and leave from an exorcism hand-in-hand.
Does he come to you sometimes in the night, Subaru-san?, Kamui had asked.
Yes, he comes to Subaru in the night, even after Subaru tells him to stop; and yes, they lay together in Subaru's empty apartment; and yes, afterwards Seishirou combs his fingers through Subaru's hair. And no, they shouldn't, and no, they can't tell anyone; and in the morning Seishirou will be gone and Subaru will get up out of his bed and forget to eat. He will forget to eat and he will smoke a pack of cigarettes instead, even though he never smoked before 1999, and then he will meet Seishirou again, this time over a battlefield.
But that night Seishirou will hold Subaru in his arms, and maybe - cold man though he is - maybe as he leaves, he will brush a hand over Subaru's cheek and whisper in his ear.
And maybe, instead of pretending to be asleep, Subaru will roll over and whisper back, I know.
