By Maria Szabo
Disclaimer: the
settings and characters of X belong to CLAMP, their publishers and their
respective distributers. This is a work
of fanfiction, no profit is being made and copyright infringement is not
intended. The title "Smiles of a Summer
Night" is a tribute to the 1956 film by Ingmar Bergman and no infringement of
his rights or those of his distributors is intended either. The quotes at the beginning of each chapter
are from Stephen Sondheim's "A Little Night Music" and are used only because I
love the musical so much. Please don't
sue me!
Part 5
The sun won't set
It's fruitless to hope or to fret
It's dark as it's going to get
The hands on the clock turn
But don't sing a nocturne
Just yet
Stephen Sondheim The Sun Won't Set
"Well, that was
educational." Murmured KAMUI as he watched Seishiro disappear back into the
shadows. He'd sensed the Sakurazukamori
earlier in the day and had tracked his movements, hoping to get some answers. He hadn't been disappointed.
"Sakurazuka-san
knows that man?" asked Nataku. "I
thought that man was a Dragon of Heaven?"
"He is."
"Then why did he
kiss him?" Nataku shook its head. "I don't understand."
"Kazuki, have
you ever seen fireworks?" Time to
change the subject, KAMUI thought.
"No."
"Well, then,
we'll go see the fireworks, how about that?"
"Ok. What are fireworks?"
This he could
explain. "Do you remember that last
building you blew up?"
"Yes."
"Fireworks are like that. Only prettier and they don't hurt people."
"Oh." Nataku pondered that for a moment as they
walked down the path towards the field where the fireworks display was being
held. "But why DID Sakurazuka-san kiss
that man?"
KAMUI
sighed. "Because they were once in
love. And still are, perhaps." And, please, he thought silently, don't ask
me what love is.
"Oh." This time Nataku remained silent until they
found an empty spot in the field and sat down on the grass. The construct took in the sound of piped-in
music, the many people around them and the clear sky above. "Today was very beautiful."
'Hmm. Summer nights are special." KAMUI wrapped his arms around his knees and
also looked up at the sky. "My father
used to tell me that if you looked hard enough, you could see the summer night
smile."
"Smile?'
"Yeah. It smiles three times, he said. Once for those who would be in love, again
for those who had been in love, and the best and brightest smile for those who
are in love. He was kind of romantic,
for a priest."
"But what about
those who don't love?"
He reached over
and ruffled Nataku's hair. "No smiles
for us, Kazuki. But we still have
fireworks."
Yuzuriha rushed
through the crowd, pulling Kusanagi along with her. The encounter with Sorata had startled her. While she hoped that she had handled it
well, poor Kusanagi-san must have been horribly embarrassed.
"Missy! I think we can slow down now." He
laughed. "It doesn't look like they're
following us."
"But the
concert!" Maybe if they made the
concert, she could salvage this date and they could have a good time.
"It must be
half-over by now. We were running late
as it was."
She stopped
suddenly and turned to look up at him. "You think so?"
"Yeah."
She bit her
lip. "I'm sorry. This hasn't been a very good date, has it?"
"What are you
talking about?" he smoothed his hand over her hair. "I'm having a great time."
"Really? I mean, even with the fish, and Sorata-san
grabbing you like that…"
Kusanagi-san
smiled down at her. "All's well that
ends well. And he did apologize. As for the fish, well, I should apologize
for being so sensitive."
"No! You shouldn't hide that!" At his surprised look, she stammered, "I
mean, I don't want you to change the way you are because of me…I like the way
you are…" Oh, this wasn't coming out right at all, she thought.
His eyes managed
to light up and look pensive all at the same time. "Is that so?"
"Yes," she said
decisively, taking both his hands in hers. "Absolutely."
"I like the way
you are, too, Missy. Dog and all."He
squeezed her hands gently. "Even if I
have to deal with a dozen hot-headed priests."
"Sorata-san's pretty
impulsive." She admitted. "But he's nice, too. Arashi-san, also. Just not to Sorata-san."
"Oh?"
The girl gave a
conspiratorial grin. "I think she
really likes Sorata-san and is just too shy to admit it. It's really cute."
He grinned back
at her. "Missy, you're going into
matchmaking now?"
"Oh, you!"
"I'm sorry," he
said, "That was mean of me."
"So how are you
going to make up for it?" she demanded.
"How about some
takoyaki?" A festival was not complete
without the sticky octopus balls. "You
like takoyaki, don't you?"
"Of course! Oh! I just had a good idea!" she exclaimed. "Let's get them and go watch the fireworks! I know a great spot, if you don't mind the distance…it won't be
as crowded."
"Sounds good to
me." He replied. "Lead on!"
"Subaru."
He sat still,
with his hands still covering his face. Maybe if he didn't answer, they'd go away. Maybe if he didn't answer, he could continue to re-run the event
through his memory, over and over again. Maybe if he didn't answer, he'd eventually figure out what he could have
done differently, something that would have spared him the humiliation of being
rejected yet again by the man he loved.
"Subaru!"
They weren't
going away. He lifted his hands and
looked up at them. Kamui's beautiful
eyes were full of concern Karen-san and
Aoki-san stood further back, respectfully trying not to intrude, but ready to help
if necessary.
"It was HIM,
wasn't it?" asked the boy, sadly. His
face was full of compassion and pity. From anyone else, Subaru could not have borne it, but Kamui of all
people understood what he was going through.
"Yes," he
whispered.
"Did he hurt you?"
He let out a
ragged sigh. "He's always hurt me. I should be used to it by now."
"No, you
shouldn't." Kamui offered his
hand. "There's such a thing as
hope. You mustn't forget that."
He stared at the
boy for a moment, then took his hand and pulled himself to his feet. "Perhaps. Who's to say?"
"Subaru…"
He pulled away
from the young man. His wound was too
fresh to share. Kamui had a kind heart
and he didn't want to add to the boy's heartbreak. He was doomed from the moment he'd met the Sakurazukamori as a
child and while his destiny required that he join the Dragons of Heaven in
their fight for humanity, he had no wish to endanger them or distract them with
his personal problems. "I'm fine. Please don't worry about me."
"Kamui! There you are!" Arisugawa-kun came up with an angry-looking Arashi-san in
tow. The monk must have said something
annoying to her again.
"Did you find
Yuzuriha-chan?" he asked. "Is she
alright?"
"Yes." Arashi
replied. She went and stood by
Aoki-san, as far away from Arisugawa-kun as she could get.
"Turned out the
terrorist guy was her boyfriend, can you believe it?" Sorata kept rubbing his shoulder.
Kamui turned an
incredulous eye on the young priest. "Yuzuriha has a boyfriend?"
"What terrorist
guy?" asked Karen-san.
"Isn't she a bit young for a boyfriend?"
chimed in Aoki-san. "Especially a
terrorist!"
"I'm not sure he
was a terrorist," admitted Arashi-san, in her quiet way.
Subaru took
advantage of the chaos to light another cigarette and take a long, satisfying
draw. Then the thought occurred to him.
"Arisugawa-kun,"
he asked, "That man…Yuzuriha's boyfriend…he wouldn't happen to be…"
Kamui caught the
direction immediately. "…a Dragon of
Earth?"
They all turned
to look at the priest, who scratched the back of head.
"I, um, didn't
think to ask."
"Won't be as
crowded" was an understatement, Kusanagi thought, as he followed Yuzuriha into
the wooded area behind the fireworks display field. The area was virtually secluded, except for a few couples who
were too involved with each other to notice them passing. They didn't stop there, as he expected. She beckoned him further, up a small hill to
a grassy knoll.
"What do you
think?" she asked, proudly.
"Wow." She was right. The hill was high enough that the trees below would not obstruct
the view. He sat down carefully on the
grass, carefully not to crush any of the blades. "How did you find this place?"
"Inuki." She
replied. She put down the plush dog and
the bag of takoyaki and spun around, looking up at the sky. She was so beautiful, there in the twilight,
with the glow of the festival lights below outlining her form. "This is my favorite spot on the campus."
"I can see why
you like it." The spot was almost wild. "I never imagined that there was a place
like this still existed in this city."
She
stopped. "You don't like the city much,
do you?"
"…No," he
finally admitted.
"Why not?" She took off her geta and sat down next to
him.
"Look around
you. This is what all that mass of
concrete and steel used to look like, before man tore it down."
"I never thought
about it that way. But…" and she
thought for a moment. "People still
need a place to live and to work."
"Yes. That's true. But there should be a way to do that without destroying the
landscape."
"I see." And she looked a little sad. "I don't know the answer to that."
He cursed
himself for a fool. Yuzuriha was the
practical sort who would try to fix any problem the world presented her. He'd seen before how she reacted to
questions without answers. It was part
of her charm. "I'm sorry, Missy, I shouldn't
be lecturing like that."
"No, that's alright." She hesitated for a moment, eyes wide, then reached up and pressed her
mouth to his. For a moment, the world
centered on the warm night, the sweet smell of the grass and the spicy taste of
oranges from her lips. She pulled back
for a second to look at him, blushing wildly.
He smiled at her
gently, then leaned in for another kiss, less innocent this time. She twined her arms around his neck and drew
herself closer to him. He deepened the
kiss briefly, then pulled away, brushing her hair back from her face.
"How old are you
again, Missy?"
"Almost
fifteen…"
"Almost fifteen,
huh?" he sighed and, dropping another
kiss on her lips, set her firmly away. "Then we'd best stop here."
"I'm not a
child, Kusanagi-san."
"Neither am I,"
he whispered hoarsely. He did not
bother to hide the hunger in his eyes.
Her face was a
reflection of dismay, need, fear, acceptance and finally confusion.
"It's a little
overwhelming now, isn't it?" he murmured softly as she hid her face against his
chest.
"…..yes…" she
replied, not looking up.
He curled his
fingers under her chin and made her look up at him. "So we wait until you're a little older. When you're almost eighteen, you can have
all the kisses you need, and more besides, if that's what you want."
He felt her face
grow very hot at that. "I'm sorry…it's
such a long time."
"Shhh," he
replied, and kissed her brow, "Almost seventeen, then, if you like. I don't mind waiting."
She took a deep
breath and released it. She moved away
from him and his arms felt strangely empty. "We forgot the takoyaki!" she exclaimed. She reached over for the small
bag. "Hey, and the fireworks are just
starting!"
He'd almost
forgotten about the fireworks. "Good
then. We didn't miss anything."
"Hey, these are
great. Want some?"
"Sure." He grinned at her. "Missy, you don't have to sit all the way over there."
"But…I thought…"
"Hmph. C'mere." She came towards him and he pulled her down onto his lap. "I said we should wait. I didn't mean we shouldn't be close." He wrapped his arms securely around
her. "Comfortable? Can you see ok?"
She leaned back
against him and sighed happily. "Fine. Takoyaki?" she held up a toothpick with the sweet and
they both laughed.
From the distant
dreamscape, Kakyou Kuzuki looked down on the lovers with soft eyes and saw the
summer night smile its brightest. "The
future has taken root in the present," he murmured. "It has begun."
FIN