Hello!! This story originates from the tender
moment shared between X's "most interesting
heterosexual couple":- Arashi and Sorata, in
Volume 14. I love the scene to bits, so beware!
Romanticism is coming your way.....
p/s: Listening to "Forever Love" *really* sets
the mood.
Date started: 30 Sept 2000
Date completed: 30 Sept 2000
------------------------------------------------
Arashi: Why Are You In Love With Me?
***********************************
by Mamolove
I move silently towards the main
auditorium. Not a soul is around, not a
whisper, not a breath. My ribbon occasionally
scrapes against my hair, and I absent-mindedly
note the length my hair had grown over the past
few months.
I finally reach the heavy doors of the
auditorium, and with a sigh, I push them open.
I know I would find him here.
Sorata is seated in front of the digital
map of Tokyo. As usual. And I start walking
towards him, as usual. He doesn't know it, but
I've always been walking to him. *To* him. To
*him*. Each step I take brings me closer to his
reassuring presence. But this time, he doesn't
seem to notice me. Instead, he is clutching his
head with his hands, and a soft moan escapes his
lips. I quicken my pace, for I have never seen
Sorata like this before. Scared. In panic.
Unsteady.
I touch the back of his seat. I should
have aimed for his shoulder.
"The Yamanote Line was destroyed ten
minutes ago..." Sorata says tensely. He appears
to be panicking. "The 109 Building collasped
too, and it's one of the Shibuya kekkais. And even
Shibuya Station was damaged," Soratas lets out a
sigh, and continues, "The Yamanote Line is one
of the keystones protecting Tokyo."
"This sucks," he finally says, and I
feel a pang of sadness imagining how many
innocent people perished.
"Yes," I reply, not knowing what else to
say.
"And, the most frustrating thing is
we don't know where the Dragons of Earth would
attack next. What's worse, one of them is a
Dreamgazer. They would be able to know some of
our plans," Sorata says, his thick eye-brows
furrowing with agitation.
Seldom does Sorata lose his cool. The
last time was during the dreadful encounter with
Fuuma. I had never thought that Sorata could be
so full of wrath like he was that day. I shudder
as I wonder what could have happened if the
dark Kamui chose to attack Sorata.
I dread the day that that incident
would happen.
"Is the Princess still ill?" Sorata asks.
"She's still in her sick bed." I answer.
The man sitting in front of me gives a
resignated sigh. "This means we can't predict
the next kekkai that would be destroyed..."
I begin to have a sick feeling in my
stomach. We are at such a disadvantage now. I
hated the way the Angels tormented the Seals:
Yuzuriha, Subaru, and most of all, Kamui, were
not spared from their merciless torture.
Sorata's next reply interrupts me from my
depressed ponderings. "Kamui looked troubled and
thoughtful after his dream with the Princess...
Could something have occured in that dream?"
I suck in my breath. Again, he amazes me
with his empathy. How could he know so much from
just a glance? How could he read a person's
feelings so easily? Or is it me? Why can't I
understand Kamui as well as he does? Is
something wrong with *me*?
"What's wrong? You look shocked," Sorata
says, his hazel eyes reflecting concern. Again,
as observant as ever.
"...I never seem to notice Kamui's
emotions," I meekly say, ashamed.
"He's as easy to read as a book," Sorata
replies, leaning back as a smile grazes his
lips. "Be it when he's happy, or when he's sad,
every feeling is evident on his face." He
chuckles to himself, "Although that boy seems to
think that he has a poker face!"
I let all his words settle in me. Sorata
is a special man. This is a man who can
understand people so well he's practically
reading their thoughts. He's so observant he can
always know what another is feeling. And this
isn't the first time I have seen this uncanny
ability of his. A scene suddenly flashes in
my mind...
If I begged you to eat... Would you eat?
A question blooms in my head. And I can't
hold it any longer.
"Then... does my feelings show too?"
Silence envelopes the hall as the words
leave my mouth. Sorata turns to look at me-- he
expects to be rebuffed, not this. I'm supposed
to glare at him, dismiss him, crush this
soothingly private moment between us. But God, I
am so tired. And empty. And afraid. Not just for
myself, but for everyone.
For him.
The horrible things that have transpired
are finally taking their toll on me. I want to
curl up into a ball and cry. I want to throw
away this tough exterior of mine and melt down.
I want him to take care of me and not die.
I truly want to know the extent of his
ability, so I ask again, "Do you know what I'm
thinking right now?" I lean towards him to allow
him to look at me-- full frontal view for his
sharp and soulful eyes.
"This guy may be silly and frivolous at
times, but he is really observant."
My soul freezes over. How does he *do* it,
dear God?!
Sorata shifts, and smiles at me, "I must
have guessed right." I was too shaken to reply,
reeling in fact. How does he do it? The
question keeps on ringing in my mind like a
mantra. Soon after, I feel... afraid of him.
What if he knows my heart as well?
Sorata *must* have noticed me, (why am I
not surprised), for he slowly stands up. Leaning
so close to him, I had to straighten up suddenly
to avoid brushing against him.
"But there is one thing I don't know..."
He sounds so different now, towering over
me. And he is using a different tone now-- no
longer the impish and mischievious tone, but
the smooth, delicate, and *deep* timbre that
was his true voice. It is as smooth as
silk, and he sounds so.... soulful. I cannot
find another word to describe his voice at that
moment.
He looks into my eyes, and I can see a
trace of sadness in those hazel orbs of his.
"What.." he hesitates, "...do you think of me?"
Dear God. Are my defenses that high that
he doesn't know? Am I that cold towards him?
He seems to allow some seconds to pass, as
though expecting me to answer. Finally, he bends
down towards me, and looks into my eyes, "I love
you. I'm not kidding about this matter."
Crack! A part of the fortress
surrounding my heart breaks into two. I don't
want him to feel that way. I don't want him to
die. Soul-deep sadness envelopes me as I see how
earnest he is.
"I'm saying this... from the bottom of my
heart," he continues.
Crack! The domes of my fortress
crash down.
I clutch my skirt. I have never seen such
depth in one's eyes before. Never has one ever
allowed me to look so deep. For once, I can read
a person's thoughts, laid in front of me like a
dusty book for me to read through. Page by
page.
I don't want to refuse Sorata. I just want
to agree.
Why are you in love with me? I think at
him.
"From the moment I met you, my feelings
for you have never changed," Sorata says. "And
it's my heart's decision... That I pledge my
life to the woman I love."
Crraaack!! The last beam supporting my
fortress gives way, and my eyes glaze over. Hot
liquid pours into my heart, and I look at him
mutedly, my heart shedding tears as I realise
the grim fate awaiting him. I love him so
much-- it hurts me to the core seeing him so
willing to die. What's more, to die for *me*.
I don't want to lose you, Sorata...
For once, Sorata seems to have read
wrongly. He sighs, asking, "Are my feelings a
nuisance to you?"
Not the way you think. Not the way you
think, Sorata. What takes place next is
something I never thought he would dare do.
Sorata gently holds a lock of my hair, and
his thumb gently caresses it. "Am I merely a
Dragon of Heaven.... in your heart?" he whispers
huskily.
He is standing so close to me now. I dare
not breathe, dare not move, and time seem to
pass very, very slowly. I vaguely catch the
scent of Sorata's body-- masculine, strong, and
painfully sexy. I chided myself sharply
for thinking of such an indecent thought.
My heart begins to beat faster, and I can feel
his aura blending into mine. His life-force is
that strong.
My senses suddenly flare up to an
uncontrollable level as Sorata brings my hair to
his lips. Everything in the universe seem to
zoom into this very moment, and my eyes grow
wide as Sorata assuages my hair with a tender
kiss. This time, I do not ask him why he is in
love with me. I am hoping his answer would
clarify my own.
Not leaving my hair, Sorata huskily says,
"But I think.... you're starting to care
for me."
Time seem to stand still at that moment.
Every single, minute detail of that tender
moment burns into my mind-- the feel of his lips
on my hair, the gentle way he strokes them, the
huskiness of his voice, the caress of his breath
against my neck...
Everything.
I freeze as the shock over Sorata's
intimacy engulf me. I stare straight ahead,
trying to focus my blinded sight and senses. Of
course, all I can see are his broad shoulders and
his muscular arms. So strong... I want to lean
my head on that shoulder... I want to curl up
under those protective arms... I want to save
this world for him... I want to spend my life
with him-- alive, not dead.
Again, my thoughts end with that grim
reminder. I stifle a choked cry and look down
to my shoes. I can not bear to see his
passionate face now.
I want to cry. Why are you in love
with me, Sorata?
Finally, I look at him, and somehow, I
realise the function of my vocal chords, and
manage to utter, "I...."
Suddenly, Nokoru bursts into the
auditorium, and in my shock, I immediately
withdraw from Sorata and distance myself as far
away as possible.
...love you. Ah, but it doesn't count
if you don't say it, Arashi.
I begin to feel very hot, and I can sense
my face turning rose red from the tender moment
we had just shared. I stare at the wall. Must
not allow anyone to see me in this state.
I can hear Nokoru apologizing to Sorata.
And that monk actually has the nerve to say that
I must be grateful for the interruption. How
dare the idiot admit it to the detectives. My
face must be redder than a tomato now.
Murmurs gradually fill the auditorium as
Sorata and the detectives become serious and
start to discuss a way to predict the next
attack. After a few minutes, when I was sure
that nobody was looking at me anymore, I turn to
look at him.
He arches his eyebrows at one of the
detectives' remarks. He leans heavily on his
palms to scrutinise the data on the computer
screen. He speaks seriously to the guys, and
they seem to regard him with growing respect
as they discover his knowledge and intelligence.
Suddenly I see Sorata in a different
light. From this perspective, as I silently
observe him, I realise what a wonderful man he
is-- strong, powerful, deceptively forceful.
And gentle. I remember the way Sorata
caressed my hair, and I reenact the scene by
holding them. A wave of sadness washes over me
as I realise the fate awaiting us and the other
Seals. As I sadly twirl my hair with my fingers,
I think of the end of the world. Things would
turn ugly in the near future.
But he loves me.... My heart whispers
back. And I cannot change his heart. What follows
is my realization that he is meant for me, just
like what Kaede-san foretold:
"You will meet a very special person who will love
you with all his heart, Arashi-chan."
I know Sorata is a very special person.
And I love him back.
I begin to smile to myself as I accept
our fate. I will do everything in my power to be
together with Sorata, in this life or the next.
This time, I like my reasoning.
I stroke my hair, as though they became
gold after Sorata's touch. Such an emphatic man.
A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. What a
silly guy, being able to know what other people
felt, but unable to feel the *strongest* emotion
meant for him alone. I am sure he can read me,
of all people. I will make sure of that.
I begin to walk to Sorata again.
------------------------------------------------
Author's Notes: I hope you enjoyed this story!
I really hope that more things would happen
between Arashi and Sorata *grin*, so CLAMP,
plllllleaaassssee give this dynamic duo more
manga pages! Right guys?
[Mamolove falls to her knees] Please
write to me after you've read this. Criticisms
and compliments are both welcomed. WRITE TO ME
PLEASE [Mamolove shouts to the Grand Canyon]!!!
Anyway, just in case you haven't read yet, I
totally recommend that you read Jennifer L.
Mondazzi's X's fanfics ("Eternity" and "Please
Save My Love"). Although incomplete, her
stories of Sorata and Arashi can send you to
heaven. *smile* Could someone tell me her
contact address? I want to beg her to finish her
fics!
This if for my friend who is the *real* Sorata-lover,
Shairil. Shai, hope you liked this fic!
*hug*! Sidnei! Thanks for the support! And to
Sabine-chan! Keep up the Fuuma spirit, girl! To
Faerymoon, for being the nicest person to spend
the time to sign in my measly guestbook! You
have no idea how much encouragement your gesture
means to me, *oh goddess*!! *grin*
Take care,
Mamolove
[email protected]
moment shared between X's "most interesting
heterosexual couple":- Arashi and Sorata, in
Volume 14. I love the scene to bits, so beware!
Romanticism is coming your way.....
p/s: Listening to "Forever Love" *really* sets
the mood.
Date started: 30 Sept 2000
Date completed: 30 Sept 2000
------------------------------------------------
Arashi: Why Are You In Love With Me?
***********************************
by Mamolove
I move silently towards the main
auditorium. Not a soul is around, not a
whisper, not a breath. My ribbon occasionally
scrapes against my hair, and I absent-mindedly
note the length my hair had grown over the past
few months.
I finally reach the heavy doors of the
auditorium, and with a sigh, I push them open.
I know I would find him here.
Sorata is seated in front of the digital
map of Tokyo. As usual. And I start walking
towards him, as usual. He doesn't know it, but
I've always been walking to him. *To* him. To
*him*. Each step I take brings me closer to his
reassuring presence. But this time, he doesn't
seem to notice me. Instead, he is clutching his
head with his hands, and a soft moan escapes his
lips. I quicken my pace, for I have never seen
Sorata like this before. Scared. In panic.
Unsteady.
I touch the back of his seat. I should
have aimed for his shoulder.
"The Yamanote Line was destroyed ten
minutes ago..." Sorata says tensely. He appears
to be panicking. "The 109 Building collasped
too, and it's one of the Shibuya kekkais. And even
Shibuya Station was damaged," Soratas lets out a
sigh, and continues, "The Yamanote Line is one
of the keystones protecting Tokyo."
"This sucks," he finally says, and I
feel a pang of sadness imagining how many
innocent people perished.
"Yes," I reply, not knowing what else to
say.
"And, the most frustrating thing is
we don't know where the Dragons of Earth would
attack next. What's worse, one of them is a
Dreamgazer. They would be able to know some of
our plans," Sorata says, his thick eye-brows
furrowing with agitation.
Seldom does Sorata lose his cool. The
last time was during the dreadful encounter with
Fuuma. I had never thought that Sorata could be
so full of wrath like he was that day. I shudder
as I wonder what could have happened if the
dark Kamui chose to attack Sorata.
I dread the day that that incident
would happen.
"Is the Princess still ill?" Sorata asks.
"She's still in her sick bed." I answer.
The man sitting in front of me gives a
resignated sigh. "This means we can't predict
the next kekkai that would be destroyed..."
I begin to have a sick feeling in my
stomach. We are at such a disadvantage now. I
hated the way the Angels tormented the Seals:
Yuzuriha, Subaru, and most of all, Kamui, were
not spared from their merciless torture.
Sorata's next reply interrupts me from my
depressed ponderings. "Kamui looked troubled and
thoughtful after his dream with the Princess...
Could something have occured in that dream?"
I suck in my breath. Again, he amazes me
with his empathy. How could he know so much from
just a glance? How could he read a person's
feelings so easily? Or is it me? Why can't I
understand Kamui as well as he does? Is
something wrong with *me*?
"What's wrong? You look shocked," Sorata
says, his hazel eyes reflecting concern. Again,
as observant as ever.
"...I never seem to notice Kamui's
emotions," I meekly say, ashamed.
"He's as easy to read as a book," Sorata
replies, leaning back as a smile grazes his
lips. "Be it when he's happy, or when he's sad,
every feeling is evident on his face." He
chuckles to himself, "Although that boy seems to
think that he has a poker face!"
I let all his words settle in me. Sorata
is a special man. This is a man who can
understand people so well he's practically
reading their thoughts. He's so observant he can
always know what another is feeling. And this
isn't the first time I have seen this uncanny
ability of his. A scene suddenly flashes in
my mind...
If I begged you to eat... Would you eat?
A question blooms in my head. And I can't
hold it any longer.
"Then... does my feelings show too?"
Silence envelopes the hall as the words
leave my mouth. Sorata turns to look at me-- he
expects to be rebuffed, not this. I'm supposed
to glare at him, dismiss him, crush this
soothingly private moment between us. But God, I
am so tired. And empty. And afraid. Not just for
myself, but for everyone.
For him.
The horrible things that have transpired
are finally taking their toll on me. I want to
curl up into a ball and cry. I want to throw
away this tough exterior of mine and melt down.
I want him to take care of me and not die.
I truly want to know the extent of his
ability, so I ask again, "Do you know what I'm
thinking right now?" I lean towards him to allow
him to look at me-- full frontal view for his
sharp and soulful eyes.
"This guy may be silly and frivolous at
times, but he is really observant."
My soul freezes over. How does he *do* it,
dear God?!
Sorata shifts, and smiles at me, "I must
have guessed right." I was too shaken to reply,
reeling in fact. How does he do it? The
question keeps on ringing in my mind like a
mantra. Soon after, I feel... afraid of him.
What if he knows my heart as well?
Sorata *must* have noticed me, (why am I
not surprised), for he slowly stands up. Leaning
so close to him, I had to straighten up suddenly
to avoid brushing against him.
"But there is one thing I don't know..."
He sounds so different now, towering over
me. And he is using a different tone now-- no
longer the impish and mischievious tone, but
the smooth, delicate, and *deep* timbre that
was his true voice. It is as smooth as
silk, and he sounds so.... soulful. I cannot
find another word to describe his voice at that
moment.
He looks into my eyes, and I can see a
trace of sadness in those hazel orbs of his.
"What.." he hesitates, "...do you think of me?"
Dear God. Are my defenses that high that
he doesn't know? Am I that cold towards him?
He seems to allow some seconds to pass, as
though expecting me to answer. Finally, he bends
down towards me, and looks into my eyes, "I love
you. I'm not kidding about this matter."
Crack! A part of the fortress
surrounding my heart breaks into two. I don't
want him to feel that way. I don't want him to
die. Soul-deep sadness envelopes me as I see how
earnest he is.
"I'm saying this... from the bottom of my
heart," he continues.
Crack! The domes of my fortress
crash down.
I clutch my skirt. I have never seen such
depth in one's eyes before. Never has one ever
allowed me to look so deep. For once, I can read
a person's thoughts, laid in front of me like a
dusty book for me to read through. Page by
page.
I don't want to refuse Sorata. I just want
to agree.
Why are you in love with me? I think at
him.
"From the moment I met you, my feelings
for you have never changed," Sorata says. "And
it's my heart's decision... That I pledge my
life to the woman I love."
Crraaack!! The last beam supporting my
fortress gives way, and my eyes glaze over. Hot
liquid pours into my heart, and I look at him
mutedly, my heart shedding tears as I realise
the grim fate awaiting him. I love him so
much-- it hurts me to the core seeing him so
willing to die. What's more, to die for *me*.
I don't want to lose you, Sorata...
For once, Sorata seems to have read
wrongly. He sighs, asking, "Are my feelings a
nuisance to you?"
Not the way you think. Not the way you
think, Sorata. What takes place next is
something I never thought he would dare do.
Sorata gently holds a lock of my hair, and
his thumb gently caresses it. "Am I merely a
Dragon of Heaven.... in your heart?" he whispers
huskily.
He is standing so close to me now. I dare
not breathe, dare not move, and time seem to
pass very, very slowly. I vaguely catch the
scent of Sorata's body-- masculine, strong, and
painfully sexy. I chided myself sharply
for thinking of such an indecent thought.
My heart begins to beat faster, and I can feel
his aura blending into mine. His life-force is
that strong.
My senses suddenly flare up to an
uncontrollable level as Sorata brings my hair to
his lips. Everything in the universe seem to
zoom into this very moment, and my eyes grow
wide as Sorata assuages my hair with a tender
kiss. This time, I do not ask him why he is in
love with me. I am hoping his answer would
clarify my own.
Not leaving my hair, Sorata huskily says,
"But I think.... you're starting to care
for me."
Time seem to stand still at that moment.
Every single, minute detail of that tender
moment burns into my mind-- the feel of his lips
on my hair, the gentle way he strokes them, the
huskiness of his voice, the caress of his breath
against my neck...
Everything.
I freeze as the shock over Sorata's
intimacy engulf me. I stare straight ahead,
trying to focus my blinded sight and senses. Of
course, all I can see are his broad shoulders and
his muscular arms. So strong... I want to lean
my head on that shoulder... I want to curl up
under those protective arms... I want to save
this world for him... I want to spend my life
with him-- alive, not dead.
Again, my thoughts end with that grim
reminder. I stifle a choked cry and look down
to my shoes. I can not bear to see his
passionate face now.
I want to cry. Why are you in love
with me, Sorata?
Finally, I look at him, and somehow, I
realise the function of my vocal chords, and
manage to utter, "I...."
Suddenly, Nokoru bursts into the
auditorium, and in my shock, I immediately
withdraw from Sorata and distance myself as far
away as possible.
...love you. Ah, but it doesn't count
if you don't say it, Arashi.
I begin to feel very hot, and I can sense
my face turning rose red from the tender moment
we had just shared. I stare at the wall. Must
not allow anyone to see me in this state.
I can hear Nokoru apologizing to Sorata.
And that monk actually has the nerve to say that
I must be grateful for the interruption. How
dare the idiot admit it to the detectives. My
face must be redder than a tomato now.
Murmurs gradually fill the auditorium as
Sorata and the detectives become serious and
start to discuss a way to predict the next
attack. After a few minutes, when I was sure
that nobody was looking at me anymore, I turn to
look at him.
He arches his eyebrows at one of the
detectives' remarks. He leans heavily on his
palms to scrutinise the data on the computer
screen. He speaks seriously to the guys, and
they seem to regard him with growing respect
as they discover his knowledge and intelligence.
Suddenly I see Sorata in a different
light. From this perspective, as I silently
observe him, I realise what a wonderful man he
is-- strong, powerful, deceptively forceful.
And gentle. I remember the way Sorata
caressed my hair, and I reenact the scene by
holding them. A wave of sadness washes over me
as I realise the fate awaiting us and the other
Seals. As I sadly twirl my hair with my fingers,
I think of the end of the world. Things would
turn ugly in the near future.
But he loves me.... My heart whispers
back. And I cannot change his heart. What follows
is my realization that he is meant for me, just
like what Kaede-san foretold:
"You will meet a very special person who will love
you with all his heart, Arashi-chan."
I know Sorata is a very special person.
And I love him back.
I begin to smile to myself as I accept
our fate. I will do everything in my power to be
together with Sorata, in this life or the next.
This time, I like my reasoning.
I stroke my hair, as though they became
gold after Sorata's touch. Such an emphatic man.
A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. What a
silly guy, being able to know what other people
felt, but unable to feel the *strongest* emotion
meant for him alone. I am sure he can read me,
of all people. I will make sure of that.
I begin to walk to Sorata again.
------------------------------------------------
Author's Notes: I hope you enjoyed this story!
I really hope that more things would happen
between Arashi and Sorata *grin*, so CLAMP,
plllllleaaassssee give this dynamic duo more
manga pages! Right guys?
[Mamolove falls to her knees] Please
write to me after you've read this. Criticisms
and compliments are both welcomed. WRITE TO ME
PLEASE [Mamolove shouts to the Grand Canyon]!!!
Anyway, just in case you haven't read yet, I
totally recommend that you read Jennifer L.
Mondazzi's X's fanfics ("Eternity" and "Please
Save My Love"). Although incomplete, her
stories of Sorata and Arashi can send you to
heaven. *smile* Could someone tell me her
contact address? I want to beg her to finish her
fics!
This if for my friend who is the *real* Sorata-lover,
Shairil. Shai, hope you liked this fic!
*hug*! Sidnei! Thanks for the support! And to
Sabine-chan! Keep up the Fuuma spirit, girl! To
Faerymoon, for being the nicest person to spend
the time to sign in my measly guestbook! You
have no idea how much encouragement your gesture
means to me, *oh goddess*!! *grin*
Take care,
Mamolove
[email protected]