A/N: A flashfic written for a request on LiveJournal. The prompt was what if Seishiro killed Subaru under the sakura as a teen? And I didn't do the prompt justice with such a short piece. Kind of.
Warnings: only what's implied by the prompt.
Disclaimer: Tokyo Babylon is the intellectual property of CLAMP and all associated companies. No profit is being made from this and no copyright infringement intended with this fan-made piece of fiction.
The unthinkable hadn't happened, Seishirou concluded with a sigh. (Was it regret? Relief? He didn't know.) The boy opposite him was staring him down with an unreadable expression in his eyes. And because Seishirou couldn't quite differentiate between emotions, he couldn't discern whether it was betrayal, hate, or something else in the teen's levelled gaze. Maybe acceptance of the fact. Maybe.
"Do I scare you, Subaru-kun?" Seishirou asked, head tilted and a light smile on his lips.
"There's nothing scary in death," Subaru replied sombrely.
Seishirou smiled and stepped forward, hand readily raised and eager to end this prolonged farce.