Don’t you want to come with me, don't you want to feel my bones...on your bones?
Title: Leaving the Past Behind (Rejuvention)
Author: Deathless Juliet
Rating: PG
Fandom: X
Pairing/Characters: Fuuma/Kamui
Disclaimer: X belongs to its brilliant creators, CLAMP.
Summary: A morning in his backyard leads to a new life.
Theme: #25, To Touch the Devil is to Die
Notes: For 30_smirks
“Devils can be driven out of the heart by the touch of a hand on a hand, or a mouth on a mouth” -Tennessee Williams
“You sit there in your heartache, waiting on some beautiful boy to, to save you from your old ways…” -When You Were Young, The Killers
Leaving the Past Behind
Kamui sits in the frame of his open backdoor, knees drawn to his chest, gazing out to the misty, grey morning. Although the sky is overcast and drizzling, the world is bright with weak light. Everything is quiet, the earth still asleep and warm in bed; the air surrounding him is cool and refreshing. It's blowing into the house, but he doesn't notice, he just keeps looking out, waiting.
The roses by the ivy-covered back wall are especially colorful in this lighting, their red deep and potent, striking against the dark green ivy, their scent filling the breeze. Their beauty is poisonous, and he watches the tiny raindrops fall gently on them.
Catching another flash of a different red, Kamui stands up, rushing down the concrete steps, the door left open and the stove still heating up for breakfast. The exhaust fan is humming loudly, one of the most familiar sounds to him, but he pays it no attention, doesn't turn around.
He makes it to the center of the lawn before slowing down, the grass gilded with dew and rain, the drizzle falling softly onto his clothes, jeans and a thin, long-sleeved flannel shirt that don’t stand a chance against the cool wind as it whispers and flows around him. Tilting his face back and closing his eyes, the droplets rest upon his skin like tears, sliding down his cheeks to soak into the earth. Keeping his arms outstretched to the sky, he mouths prayers soundlessly, breathes in the cool air until he feels his molecules come alive.
“Don’t you want to come with me?” says the youth perched atop the brick wall to his right, nearly hidden by the tree growing in the corner. He cocks his head to the side and smirks at the boy standing in the yard, the material of his trenchcoat repelling the water, the drops sitting in perfect circles on his sleeves.
Kamui lowers his head and smiles sleepily at him. Without saying a word, without even a second glance, he moves over to the wall, reaches his hands out to Fuuma, takes hold of the waiting, expectant palms, and brushes past the roses as he gets hoisted up, leaving the grey ghosts of the past lingering in his yard to start anew.
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Another short one, experimenting with new tense and vague description. Fairly unedited. Comments?
Author: Deathless Juliet
Rating: PG
Fandom: X
Pairing/Characters: Fuuma/Kamui
Disclaimer: X belongs to its brilliant creators, CLAMP.
Summary: A morning in his backyard leads to a new life.
Theme: #25, To Touch the Devil is to Die
Notes: For 30_smirks
“Devils can be driven out of the heart by the touch of a hand on a hand, or a mouth on a mouth” -Tennessee Williams
“You sit there in your heartache, waiting on some beautiful boy to, to save you from your old ways…” -When You Were Young, The Killers
Leaving the Past Behind
Kamui sits in the frame of his open backdoor, knees drawn to his chest, gazing out to the misty, grey morning. Although the sky is overcast and drizzling, the world is bright with weak light. Everything is quiet, the earth still asleep and warm in bed; the air surrounding him is cool and refreshing. It's blowing into the house, but he doesn't notice, he just keeps looking out, waiting.
The roses by the ivy-covered back wall are especially colorful in this lighting, their red deep and potent, striking against the dark green ivy, their scent filling the breeze. Their beauty is poisonous, and he watches the tiny raindrops fall gently on them.
Catching another flash of a different red, Kamui stands up, rushing down the concrete steps, the door left open and the stove still heating up for breakfast. The exhaust fan is humming loudly, one of the most familiar sounds to him, but he pays it no attention, doesn't turn around.
He makes it to the center of the lawn before slowing down, the grass gilded with dew and rain, the drizzle falling softly onto his clothes, jeans and a thin, long-sleeved flannel shirt that don’t stand a chance against the cool wind as it whispers and flows around him. Tilting his face back and closing his eyes, the droplets rest upon his skin like tears, sliding down his cheeks to soak into the earth. Keeping his arms outstretched to the sky, he mouths prayers soundlessly, breathes in the cool air until he feels his molecules come alive.
“Don’t you want to come with me?” says the youth perched atop the brick wall to his right, nearly hidden by the tree growing in the corner. He cocks his head to the side and smirks at the boy standing in the yard, the material of his trenchcoat repelling the water, the drops sitting in perfect circles on his sleeves.
Kamui lowers his head and smiles sleepily at him. Without saying a word, without even a second glance, he moves over to the wall, reaches his hands out to Fuuma, takes hold of the waiting, expectant palms, and brushes past the roses as he gets hoisted up, leaving the grey ghosts of the past lingering in his yard to start anew.
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Another short one, experimenting with new tense and vague description. Fairly unedited. Comments?