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Title: Trapped
Fandom: X/1999
Characters/Pairing: Subaru
Author: artishlyruin
Genre: angst humourish/gen?
Rating: G
Subaru fumbles in his bed, tossing and turning, he’s thinking or over thinking he’s not sure anymore. The only thing he’s aware of outside of his thoughts is the fact that, eventually he’ll be sushi-rolled in the blanket if he keeps moving around. And when this does happen, Subaru assumes he’d try to get out, but can’t - he’ll be trapped in a mess of cotton and quilts. He thinks bitterly on how Seishirou-san would love to see that. He can already see the assassins’ smirk, and the fits of laughter he’ll be trying to hide with stoic smiles and black-tinted shades.
This makes him worry slightly, and in panic - tossing even more. Subaru turns to the left twice, and the blanket constrains him. Getting him tangled in them, anxiety ensuing. By this time, he has lost the inevitable fight against the blankets. He muses, trapped and helpless - this wasn’t a first. And he does the only thing he can do; desperately he yelps the word “Kamui!” repetitively.
(Kamui of course thinks he’s delirious when he sees a squirming mass of blankets yelling his name, and deduces Fuuma put something in his tea).
Title: Trapped
Fandom: X/1999
Characters/Pairing: Subaru
Author: artishlyruin
Genre: angst humourish/gen?
Rating: G
Subaru fumbles in his bed, tossing and turning, he’s thinking or over thinking he’s not sure anymore. The only thing he’s aware of outside of his thoughts is the fact that, eventually he’ll be sushi-rolled in the blanket if he keeps moving around. And when this does happen, Subaru assumes he’d try to get out, but can’t - he’ll be trapped in a mess of cotton and quilts. He thinks bitterly on how Seishirou-san would love to see that. He can already see the assassins’ smirk, and the fits of laughter he’ll be trying to hide with stoic smiles and black-tinted shades.
This makes him worry slightly, and in panic - tossing even more. Subaru turns to the left twice, and the blanket constrains him. Getting him tangled in them, anxiety ensuing. By this time, he has lost the inevitable fight against the blankets. He muses, trapped and helpless - this wasn’t a first. And he does the only thing he can do; desperately he yelps the word “Kamui!” repetitively.
(Kamui of course thinks he’s delirious when he sees a squirming mass of blankets yelling his name, and deduces Fuuma put something in his tea).