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More of the Continuation...
Nov. 25th, 2003 11:08 amOkay- I have in fact gotten in touch with Joydrop and she basically said she didn't like me writing a continuation of her story.
However, she DID say that I could take the basic idea and run with it, which means I am going to be doing some rewriting in the near future. Until I have time for that- probably Christmas break- I will still post my silly updates here. Once I get the rewrite done, I'll start posting on FF.N. Heaven help me.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to CLAMP, the original concept belongs to Joydrop and I make no money from this work of fanfiction at all.
The first time Kamui woke up, he was immediately aware of being draped by something incredibly warm. It was behind him, but, as he was still vaguely drunk, he wondered what it was. So he got the brilliant idea to roll over.
Easier said than done- it seemed that the warm thing was an arm that was laid across his stomach and didn’t seem inclined to move.
With a bit of grunting effort, the small boy squirmed his way around and came face to face with...
Sorata?
An odd memory tried to surface...
-Do you like me more than Arashi?-
-You’re more fun that Arashi.-
He frowned, as the rest blurred together, but a realization popped through his hazy brain. Sorata liked him... more than just liked him.
Kamui’s eyes lingered on Sorata’s sleeping face, enjoying seeing the imp-child he had to have been. His hand wobbled a bit as he worked it free of between them, and brushed back a bit of Sorata’s mop.
He remembered coming and being sad... and then something made him feel better. His face lightened as he recalled what it was that had finally cheered him up. Kamui smiled a little, and snuggled up closer to the sleeping monk, and wrapped an arm around his waist.
Oh, yes, he realized now... Sorata loved him...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The next person to wake up was Sorata- he felt warm sun streaming down on his face, making his nose uncomfortably warm. Although it wasn’t as warm as what he was holding close. It was very precious- so precious to his heart. He kept it near there...
His crusty eyes cracked open... to look into Kamui’s peacefully sleeping face. For a moment all he could do was stare at his utterly beautiful expression, utterly relaxed, without the burden of being the savior of humanity on his shoulders. In fact- he was drooling a little.
Sorata barely suppressed a chuckle- then abruptly realized the rather, ahem, compromising position he had found himself in. He remembered what had happened the night before- after all, he’d barely drank even half of what Kamui had- and he distinctly remembered that Kamui had NOT been curled up against his chest, arm around his waist and drooling on his shoulder.
He decided to indulge for a moment... Allowing himself the daydream that they had done the deed, and he was seeing his lover’s sleeping face. Of course he knew otherwise- they were both fully clothed, Kamui actually still in his school uniform, coat and all. It was a nice dream though...
Too bad it couldn’t last. Daringly, he leaned down a bit to kiss Kamui’s forehead, and wormed his way free of the blankets and the other teen’s arm. Kamui whined a little in his sleep, protesting Sorata’s warmth leaving him. The Star of Kouya was very, very tempted to stay...
Yet he didn’t know how Kamui would react if he found them like this- and the idea of losing Kamui’s friendship was something he didn’t want to imagine. Besides- from the amount of sake he’d drank, Kamui would have one HELL of a hangover... A moment of searching through a pile of laundry found a set of sweat pants for him to wear downstairs, and he yawned, going to get coffee and Asprin.
They were both going to need it.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The second time Kamui woke up, he felt MUCH worse. He was quite certain something had crawled into his mouth, defecated and died. Of a hideous, puss oozing disease.
Before it had died it had stomped on his head a few times for good measure. It didn’t make much sense that something big enough to stomp on his head could crawl into his mouth, but at moment, he didn’t really care.
Opening his blurred eyes, he believed someone was shining a spotlight in his face... until he realized it was the usually pleasant sunshine.
Too bad his choice had been whether or not to protect humanity... given the chance, he would have cheerfully blown up the sun at that moment, had it been within his power. Then again, he imagined that would have the same effect of destroying humanity, which he really didn’t want... so long as they were quiet...
Looking around, he noticed that the dimensions in his room were off. Wait, it wasn’t his room... He squinted, smacked his lips and grimaced at the awful taste, and tried to figure out where he was.
Last night- okay, gone to talk to Subaru... he couldn’t find him, and... His eyes widened to the point of taking over his face as he recalled the sight of Subaru on the ground and writhing under Seishirou’s hands. It nearly made him sick.
Oh hell- he really WAS feeling sick-
Kamui nearly flew out the door and to the restroom- where he threw up noisily. If Fuuma had shown up right then and he would kill him... well, Kamui would have thanked him.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sorata glared at the evil coffee maker, certain that it had to be in league with Fuuma, or it would be going so slowly. Figures, that the bastard would manage to get something as simple as a coffee-maker to work against them... He was devious. Hadn’t he seen that before, over and over again? But to turn the COFFEE MAKER against them... well, that was just inhumane.
It took him a minute to realize that the reason he didn’t hear anyone else was because there was no one there- he had assumed they were still asleep. Blinking at the kitchen clock- it realized it was nearly lunchtime.
“Damn... well, that’s a day of school wasted,” he grunted, and started searching for the headache remedies...
He’d found a dusty bottle of Advil when he heard someone running upstairs- and there was only one person it could be. Said person had gone to the bathroom, and Sorata quickly followed, after getting a glass of water as well.
The monk found the Chosen One bent over the toilet, who was by now, dry heaving.
“Kamui,” he said softly, offering the glass of water. Kamui took a gulp, swished it around in his mouth and spat it out into the toilet and shuddered. As he did this, Sorata squatted beside him and rubbed his back soothingly.
“Is that everything?” he asked brightly, earning a death glare. It would have been more effective if Kamui hadn’t looked utterly miserable as well. Then he nodded and wiped his mouth.
“Come on, let’s get your teeth brushed, you’ll feel better...”
Kamui didn’t bother to answer, but permitted himself be steered to the sink. Sorata handed him his toothbrush and they both started to get that horrible taste of out their mouths. For a few moments there was no sound but the scrubbing of teeth, more swishing and spitting.
“I made coffee- that should get us both to the level of being Homo sapien instead of Neanderthals. Here-“ he offered the Advil and then the discarded glass to Kamui again. “For your head. After last night, you probably need it...”
“What happened?” Kamui muttered, stumbling a little. Sorata, white knight fashion, scooped him up and carried him down stairs.
“What do you remember?”
“Um,” Kamui didn’t ask to be put down, and Sorata didn’t offer until they reached the kitchen. “I remember Subaru,” he shuddered. “I went to talk to you- because you are always offering and... You listen well... and... I remember you getting some sake and we talked... and,” Kamui blinked hard for a few moments, thinking about it. He’d had some very odd dreams last night- and the dream of someone kissing him had to be one. He noticed Sorata looking at him intently.
“I don’t really remember anything after that.”
Was it him, or did Sorata’s face seem to fall a little? Then his grin was back, big as ever... but not reaching his eyes again.
“Well, that’s what happens when you drink too fast- and you were really intent on it... I’m sorry, Kamui,” Sorata sighed, and patted his back. Kamui didn’t know why but he slipped his arm around Sorata’s waist- and fought off a feeling of deja vu.
“It... doesn’t hurt so badly anymore. Thanks, Sora.”
However, she DID say that I could take the basic idea and run with it, which means I am going to be doing some rewriting in the near future. Until I have time for that- probably Christmas break- I will still post my silly updates here. Once I get the rewrite done, I'll start posting on FF.N. Heaven help me.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to CLAMP, the original concept belongs to Joydrop and I make no money from this work of fanfiction at all.
The first time Kamui woke up, he was immediately aware of being draped by something incredibly warm. It was behind him, but, as he was still vaguely drunk, he wondered what it was. So he got the brilliant idea to roll over.
Easier said than done- it seemed that the warm thing was an arm that was laid across his stomach and didn’t seem inclined to move.
With a bit of grunting effort, the small boy squirmed his way around and came face to face with...
Sorata?
An odd memory tried to surface...
-Do you like me more than Arashi?-
-You’re more fun that Arashi.-
He frowned, as the rest blurred together, but a realization popped through his hazy brain. Sorata liked him... more than just liked him.
Kamui’s eyes lingered on Sorata’s sleeping face, enjoying seeing the imp-child he had to have been. His hand wobbled a bit as he worked it free of between them, and brushed back a bit of Sorata’s mop.
He remembered coming and being sad... and then something made him feel better. His face lightened as he recalled what it was that had finally cheered him up. Kamui smiled a little, and snuggled up closer to the sleeping monk, and wrapped an arm around his waist.
Oh, yes, he realized now... Sorata loved him...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The next person to wake up was Sorata- he felt warm sun streaming down on his face, making his nose uncomfortably warm. Although it wasn’t as warm as what he was holding close. It was very precious- so precious to his heart. He kept it near there...
His crusty eyes cracked open... to look into Kamui’s peacefully sleeping face. For a moment all he could do was stare at his utterly beautiful expression, utterly relaxed, without the burden of being the savior of humanity on his shoulders. In fact- he was drooling a little.
Sorata barely suppressed a chuckle- then abruptly realized the rather, ahem, compromising position he had found himself in. He remembered what had happened the night before- after all, he’d barely drank even half of what Kamui had- and he distinctly remembered that Kamui had NOT been curled up against his chest, arm around his waist and drooling on his shoulder.
He decided to indulge for a moment... Allowing himself the daydream that they had done the deed, and he was seeing his lover’s sleeping face. Of course he knew otherwise- they were both fully clothed, Kamui actually still in his school uniform, coat and all. It was a nice dream though...
Too bad it couldn’t last. Daringly, he leaned down a bit to kiss Kamui’s forehead, and wormed his way free of the blankets and the other teen’s arm. Kamui whined a little in his sleep, protesting Sorata’s warmth leaving him. The Star of Kouya was very, very tempted to stay...
Yet he didn’t know how Kamui would react if he found them like this- and the idea of losing Kamui’s friendship was something he didn’t want to imagine. Besides- from the amount of sake he’d drank, Kamui would have one HELL of a hangover... A moment of searching through a pile of laundry found a set of sweat pants for him to wear downstairs, and he yawned, going to get coffee and Asprin.
They were both going to need it.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The second time Kamui woke up, he felt MUCH worse. He was quite certain something had crawled into his mouth, defecated and died. Of a hideous, puss oozing disease.
Before it had died it had stomped on his head a few times for good measure. It didn’t make much sense that something big enough to stomp on his head could crawl into his mouth, but at moment, he didn’t really care.
Opening his blurred eyes, he believed someone was shining a spotlight in his face... until he realized it was the usually pleasant sunshine.
Too bad his choice had been whether or not to protect humanity... given the chance, he would have cheerfully blown up the sun at that moment, had it been within his power. Then again, he imagined that would have the same effect of destroying humanity, which he really didn’t want... so long as they were quiet...
Looking around, he noticed that the dimensions in his room were off. Wait, it wasn’t his room... He squinted, smacked his lips and grimaced at the awful taste, and tried to figure out where he was.
Last night- okay, gone to talk to Subaru... he couldn’t find him, and... His eyes widened to the point of taking over his face as he recalled the sight of Subaru on the ground and writhing under Seishirou’s hands. It nearly made him sick.
Oh hell- he really WAS feeling sick-
Kamui nearly flew out the door and to the restroom- where he threw up noisily. If Fuuma had shown up right then and he would kill him... well, Kamui would have thanked him.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sorata glared at the evil coffee maker, certain that it had to be in league with Fuuma, or it would be going so slowly. Figures, that the bastard would manage to get something as simple as a coffee-maker to work against them... He was devious. Hadn’t he seen that before, over and over again? But to turn the COFFEE MAKER against them... well, that was just inhumane.
It took him a minute to realize that the reason he didn’t hear anyone else was because there was no one there- he had assumed they were still asleep. Blinking at the kitchen clock- it realized it was nearly lunchtime.
“Damn... well, that’s a day of school wasted,” he grunted, and started searching for the headache remedies...
He’d found a dusty bottle of Advil when he heard someone running upstairs- and there was only one person it could be. Said person had gone to the bathroom, and Sorata quickly followed, after getting a glass of water as well.
The monk found the Chosen One bent over the toilet, who was by now, dry heaving.
“Kamui,” he said softly, offering the glass of water. Kamui took a gulp, swished it around in his mouth and spat it out into the toilet and shuddered. As he did this, Sorata squatted beside him and rubbed his back soothingly.
“Is that everything?” he asked brightly, earning a death glare. It would have been more effective if Kamui hadn’t looked utterly miserable as well. Then he nodded and wiped his mouth.
“Come on, let’s get your teeth brushed, you’ll feel better...”
Kamui didn’t bother to answer, but permitted himself be steered to the sink. Sorata handed him his toothbrush and they both started to get that horrible taste of out their mouths. For a few moments there was no sound but the scrubbing of teeth, more swishing and spitting.
“I made coffee- that should get us both to the level of being Homo sapien instead of Neanderthals. Here-“ he offered the Advil and then the discarded glass to Kamui again. “For your head. After last night, you probably need it...”
“What happened?” Kamui muttered, stumbling a little. Sorata, white knight fashion, scooped him up and carried him down stairs.
“What do you remember?”
“Um,” Kamui didn’t ask to be put down, and Sorata didn’t offer until they reached the kitchen. “I remember Subaru,” he shuddered. “I went to talk to you- because you are always offering and... You listen well... and... I remember you getting some sake and we talked... and,” Kamui blinked hard for a few moments, thinking about it. He’d had some very odd dreams last night- and the dream of someone kissing him had to be one. He noticed Sorata looking at him intently.
“I don’t really remember anything after that.”
Was it him, or did Sorata’s face seem to fall a little? Then his grin was back, big as ever... but not reaching his eyes again.
“Well, that’s what happens when you drink too fast- and you were really intent on it... I’m sorry, Kamui,” Sorata sighed, and patted his back. Kamui didn’t know why but he slipped his arm around Sorata’s waist- and fought off a feeling of deja vu.
“It... doesn’t hurt so badly anymore. Thanks, Sora.”
