Well we know, I'm going away...Tomorrow I'll be gone
Title: The Door Into Summer
Author: Deathless Juliet
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: X
Pairing/Characters: Fuuma/Kamui
Disclaimer: X belongs to its brilliant creators, CLAMP.
Theme: #26, Under Your Skin, and Bonus #33, Shiny
Notes: For 30_smirks
“Well we know, I’m going away and how I wish- I wish it weren’t so. So take this wine, and drink with me- let’s delay our misery.
Save tonight, and fight the break of dawn, come tomorrow- tomorrow I’ll be gone
Tomorrow comes with one desire: to take me away, oh it’s true.
I wish that I, that I could stay, but you know I’ve got to go, oh, and Lord I wish it wasn’t so.
Tomorrow I’ll be gone.” -“Save Tonight”, Eagle Eye Cherry
The Door into Summer
“Don’t go,” Fuuma says, gazing at Kamui with pleading, desperate eyes.
“I have to.” His opposite’s lilac-colored eyes soften. “There’s no more time left.”
“Please, stay with me, just a little while longer.” Fuuma asks, knowing perfectly well that he’s begging.
“All right,” Kamui placates. “But just for a minute.”
They’re in an isolated apartment on CLAMP Gakuen’s enormous campus. The summer day is beginning to dawn outside the bedroom’s sole, open window, unshielded by blinds or curtains. There’s no one outside this early by the beautiful square of landscaping their window is privy to; it’s a special, tiny park that was recently created, somewhat distant from the main heart of campus.
Even the spring this year had been cold, and it’s just getting warm enough that the wildflowers are bursting into bloom everywhere, and tall grass sprouts around the perimeter of their building.
Landscapers come around here less often, due to Nokoru’s request that this area be different and more natural, hidden away; only one long dirt pathway runs outside their window and the park, snaking up the hill to the university.
Kamui climbs up on top of Fuuma, warmly enclosed in the thermal blanket that he’s wearing draped around his shoulders as he settles onto the bigger man’s hips. He takes a moment to watch the first rays of sunlight spread across the park, and in the distance beyond it, the earthy brick buildings of the college. The sky was lifting from its dark blues, into a beautiful mix of orange and pink and the faintest light blue.
Leaning over awkwardly, he plants a long, slow kiss on Fuuma’s lips, then gazes at him sadly, lovingly. “I really do have to go.”
“All right.” Fuuma resigns himself with even more sorrow. “You’ll be here tonight, won’t you?”
Kamui smiles wistfully. “Of course. I’ll always come back to you.” He nuzzles Fuuma’s cheek with his nose, kisses his ear softly.
Fuuma pulls himself into a sitting position, Kamui sinking further down into his lap, pressed against his abdomen. He reaches large hands behind Kamui’s neck and draws him into yet another kiss. “I’ll miss you today.” He murmurs against his ear.
“You know where to find me.” Kamui says, trying to sound nonchalant even when his voice catches slightly, choking with a mix of sadness and physical bliss. He tilts his head instinctively to give Fuuma more room to lay a trail of kisses. “Shh, stop that.” He whispers urgently. “It’s almost time.”
“I’m sorry,” Fuuma murmurs in anguish as he lowers his hand from its clasp in Kamui’s hair, glances outside at the advancing light. “I wish I could fight it.” He buries his face in the junction between Kamui’s throat and shoulder, taking in the last few breaths he could get of his lover’s skin.
“We’re done with fighting.” The savior smiles and brushes his scarred palm down the back of Fuuma’s neck and spine, smirking as he feels him shiver. His eyes widen, lips fall slightly open as sunlight moves across the wall, filtering through their window, onto their bedcover, and finally, so achingly slowly, through Kamui’s now transparent form.
“Ah,” he sighs, the solidness of his body becoming intangible with illumination, like a distant ethereal hologram, his outline swirling, fading from crystal to fog to mist, eventually dwindling down to a few drops of dew that sparkle on Fuuma’s now empty hands, a cool breeze kissing his face as it rustles through the window to the park where Kamui’s body lies buried beneath a tree.
This is the price Kamui has paid for him. He had died to bring Fuuma back from the depths of the Dragon’s mind, but his spirit remains with him- that was the older boy’s Wish.
Now, Kamui belongs to him at night, as soon as the moon rises, sweet and soft as the stars that join around it, their essences mingling in the evening air, and his lover vanishes as the darkness dims and daylight grows harsh and bright, his soul floating out their window to rest inside the park.
Fuuma watches for dusk and the glowing lights that rise above the trees, erratic and beautiful as a million fireflies as they swarm and gather outside his window, carried over from the park, merging into the body of his star.
He lays in bed for a moment, suffering his painful morning solitude, before he gets up to wait for (at last) nighttime, for his arms to reach him, a ghost, a beloved memory, an ever-flickering love.
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Written for livejournal’s 30_smirks community, Theme #26, Under your Skin, and Bonus Theme #33, Shiny.
Please comment! :D
Author: Deathless Juliet
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: X
Pairing/Characters: Fuuma/Kamui
Disclaimer: X belongs to its brilliant creators, CLAMP.
Theme: #26, Under Your Skin, and Bonus #33, Shiny
Notes: For 30_smirks
“Well we know, I’m going away and how I wish- I wish it weren’t so. So take this wine, and drink with me- let’s delay our misery.
Save tonight, and fight the break of dawn, come tomorrow- tomorrow I’ll be gone
Tomorrow comes with one desire: to take me away, oh it’s true.
I wish that I, that I could stay, but you know I’ve got to go, oh, and Lord I wish it wasn’t so.
Tomorrow I’ll be gone.” -“Save Tonight”, Eagle Eye Cherry
The Door into Summer
“Don’t go,” Fuuma says, gazing at Kamui with pleading, desperate eyes.
“I have to.” His opposite’s lilac-colored eyes soften. “There’s no more time left.”
“Please, stay with me, just a little while longer.” Fuuma asks, knowing perfectly well that he’s begging.
“All right,” Kamui placates. “But just for a minute.”
They’re in an isolated apartment on CLAMP Gakuen’s enormous campus. The summer day is beginning to dawn outside the bedroom’s sole, open window, unshielded by blinds or curtains. There’s no one outside this early by the beautiful square of landscaping their window is privy to; it’s a special, tiny park that was recently created, somewhat distant from the main heart of campus.
Even the spring this year had been cold, and it’s just getting warm enough that the wildflowers are bursting into bloom everywhere, and tall grass sprouts around the perimeter of their building.
Landscapers come around here less often, due to Nokoru’s request that this area be different and more natural, hidden away; only one long dirt pathway runs outside their window and the park, snaking up the hill to the university.
Kamui climbs up on top of Fuuma, warmly enclosed in the thermal blanket that he’s wearing draped around his shoulders as he settles onto the bigger man’s hips. He takes a moment to watch the first rays of sunlight spread across the park, and in the distance beyond it, the earthy brick buildings of the college. The sky was lifting from its dark blues, into a beautiful mix of orange and pink and the faintest light blue.
Leaning over awkwardly, he plants a long, slow kiss on Fuuma’s lips, then gazes at him sadly, lovingly. “I really do have to go.”
“All right.” Fuuma resigns himself with even more sorrow. “You’ll be here tonight, won’t you?”
Kamui smiles wistfully. “Of course. I’ll always come back to you.” He nuzzles Fuuma’s cheek with his nose, kisses his ear softly.
Fuuma pulls himself into a sitting position, Kamui sinking further down into his lap, pressed against his abdomen. He reaches large hands behind Kamui’s neck and draws him into yet another kiss. “I’ll miss you today.” He murmurs against his ear.
“You know where to find me.” Kamui says, trying to sound nonchalant even when his voice catches slightly, choking with a mix of sadness and physical bliss. He tilts his head instinctively to give Fuuma more room to lay a trail of kisses. “Shh, stop that.” He whispers urgently. “It’s almost time.”
“I’m sorry,” Fuuma murmurs in anguish as he lowers his hand from its clasp in Kamui’s hair, glances outside at the advancing light. “I wish I could fight it.” He buries his face in the junction between Kamui’s throat and shoulder, taking in the last few breaths he could get of his lover’s skin.
“We’re done with fighting.” The savior smiles and brushes his scarred palm down the back of Fuuma’s neck and spine, smirking as he feels him shiver. His eyes widen, lips fall slightly open as sunlight moves across the wall, filtering through their window, onto their bedcover, and finally, so achingly slowly, through Kamui’s now transparent form.
“Ah,” he sighs, the solidness of his body becoming intangible with illumination, like a distant ethereal hologram, his outline swirling, fading from crystal to fog to mist, eventually dwindling down to a few drops of dew that sparkle on Fuuma’s now empty hands, a cool breeze kissing his face as it rustles through the window to the park where Kamui’s body lies buried beneath a tree.
This is the price Kamui has paid for him. He had died to bring Fuuma back from the depths of the Dragon’s mind, but his spirit remains with him- that was the older boy’s Wish.
Now, Kamui belongs to him at night, as soon as the moon rises, sweet and soft as the stars that join around it, their essences mingling in the evening air, and his lover vanishes as the darkness dims and daylight grows harsh and bright, his soul floating out their window to rest inside the park.
Fuuma watches for dusk and the glowing lights that rise above the trees, erratic and beautiful as a million fireflies as they swarm and gather outside his window, carried over from the park, merging into the body of his star.
He lays in bed for a moment, suffering his painful morning solitude, before he gets up to wait for (at last) nighttime, for his arms to reach him, a ghost, a beloved memory, an ever-flickering love.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Written for livejournal’s 30_smirks community, Theme #26, Under your Skin, and Bonus Theme #33, Shiny.
Please comment! :D