Disclaimer: This story is the reason I don't own X...
This is my little treat to all my wonderful reviewers. (and why the last chapter was late again). Enjoy!
I am MAN: Epilogue
Kamui sat with his head pressed over the table while the infernal nightclub music and chatter vibrated through the building. He had Subaru's keys pressed against his palm so tightly that they were beginning to cut into his flesh. Subaru was gone, and Kamui was too exhausted and disheartened to wonder where he was.
Karen came rushing to the table. "I checked the ladies' room…Sumi-chan isn't there, Kamui-kun."
"Inuki and I looked under all the tables…" said Yuzuriha, while Inuki was lying on the ground nosing along his new Barbie toy.
Inuki: Hiker Go-Go Girl Barbie fears no obstacle as she explores the jungle of the human idiots…
"I looked through all the dead bodies…she's not there…" Arashi declared with obvious disappointment.
"SUMI! SUMI-CHAN! We had so much in common! Don't leave me! I CAN CHANGE!" screamed Sorata.
Kamui made no response to their fruitless attempts to find a person that never existed. Wherever Subaru was, Kamui at least found comfort that the onmyouji was powerful enough not to get into too much trouble.
Perhaps Subaru was finally free of all of this, Kamui mused. He wished that he could have had the same pleasure, but instead he was still trapped in this nightclub surrounded by a bunch of screaming idiots.
The others, with the exception of Aoki, continued their hunt for 'Sumi.' As Sorata's impassioned wails flew in and out of his ears, he glanced over at the dead windmaster with all his patience spent. However, without anything more productive to do, he pulled his chair closer to Aoki, and examined his limp form.
"You're a nerdy editor who, while playing an idiotic game of charades, ate a lethal barbeque chip that produced an allergic reaction to close your throat and have you go through an agonizing death, and was then dragged around town into an idiotic nightclub where you became that weird panda-guy's hero and were force-fed buffalo wings—none of which I should know about because I wasn't there."
With those words, Aoki stirred. Kamui jumped back, and tripped over himself with shock as the reanimated man shook off the dust that had accumulated over him from being dragged on the floor.
"Well done, Kamui-kun! I knew someone would get it!" exclaimed Aoki cheerfully. "And now to finish the rest of those buffalo wings…"
From the floor, Kamui felt the twitch in his eyes return to him as he watched the windmaster walk away completely unscathed. Then before he had a chance to gather his thoughts, a man came running to help him back up.
"Are you alright, young lady?"
"I'M A BOY!" seethed Kamui, making the man shiver and run in the opposite direction.
"So you are," remarked a rich voice at his back.
Kamui's rage iced over, and he shivered, feeling an unmistakable presence overshadow him. His back collided with a large frame, and before he could glance behind him, Kamui had been spun around and pinned against the nearest wall.
He gasped as his hips were forced against his captor's, but it was a sound born out of forbidden pleasure and exhilaration. "Fu-Fuuma…"
A cold smile spread itself over his lips. "Nice Friendship Sweater."
"Aa-aah! Seishirou-san…" Subaru swooned in their Four Seasons hotel room.
Seishirou abruptly stopped toying with his ear as something else occupied his thoughts. "Um…Subaru-kun?"
"Seishirou-san…" he continued to moan under the assassin.
"…Subaru-kun…?"
Subaru was clearly spiraling in some psychological ecstasy. "SEISHIROU-SAN!"
"SUBARU-KUN!"
Subaru fell silent, and curiously looked up at Seishirou. "Yes?"
"I can't get off the dress. The zipper's stuck…"
OWARI!
Fuuma! I caved for you, Jamie and Blazing Kitsune of the Tempest! Done and done. Not much to do now…but sleep and think of writing future blasphemies. Until then, I have a final on vampires tomorrow. I'm serious.
Love you all.
-Kyou-chan