Disclaimer: I don't own anything, hearts and souls, and characters belong to CLAMP. And this story belongs to my real-life Subaru-kun (itildin on LJ), I've just translated it to English.
Summary: Something is wrong with the remaining barriers, as Dark Kamui cannot break down the last ones. He seeks out the new Sakurazukamori's assistance in order to find out what's going on, and together they come across something very... interesting. Seishirou, as always, knows everything, but for that one to say something clearly? - Please. AU, angst, mystery, partially romance. Seishirou/Subaru, Fuuma/Subaru.
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"I'm going to destroy the last barrier."
"And kill Kamui."
"…and the rest of the mankind too. Seriously, you don't care that much?" – Fuuma, or, more precisely, Dark Kamui, suspiciously glanced at Subaru. – "During our first meeting, as I recall, you were behaving differently."
"It was long time ago. People change," – one green and one brown eye, black clothes… it seemed Subaru isn't even present here at all. – "Did you call me here just to tell me all of this?"
They were sitting at the table by the window, in one of the few remaining cafes in Tokyo. Subaru didn't even touch his coffee, and white steam above the cup was giving off bitter cinnamon scent.
"You don't like your coffee?" – Fuuma asked skeptically.
"It doesn't matter."
"Hm, if that's the case, you won't mind helping me out a bit, will you?" – mischievous smirk appeared on Fuuma's face, but Subaru, drawn in his own gloomy thoughts, never noticed. Too bad for him. – "Let's go," – the man pulled the former white onmyouji towards the exit.
Subaru didn't resist.
It was raining lightly outside. The street was wrapped in fog and blurry twilight of early evening.
"What are you doing?" – Subaru felt as if he's waking up from a deep sleep, when he suddenly found himself pressed over the wet wall in the back alley.
"Well, since you don't care what's happening to you," – Fuuma jerked Subaru's head up, holding him by his chin, and drew a line across the onmyouji's cheek with his finger. – "I figured you wouldn't mind helping me carry out a little, lets say, ritual."
"What kind of ritual is that?" – as an onmyouji Subaru knew everything about magical rituals. Well, practically everything. And none of them was beginning with somebody touching you in such a suggestive manner.
"Actually, I was counting on Seishirou's help with the destruction of the last barrier," – Fuuma's smile gained somewhat self-satisfied and anticipating expression. – "But since his power now belongs to you, you'll have to share it," – he touched clasps on Subaru's coat, beginning to unbutton it.
"You mean you want to… with me…?" – Subaru couldn't say it out loud for some reason. – "You mean… right here?"
"You don't care anyway, do you now?" – Fuuma smiled carelessly, continuing to unbutton Subaru's coat, and threw it to the ground.
Warm breath over his skin, palms on his shoulders, persistently pressing him against the wall… Subaru could stand it for exactly ten seconds.
"I won't even ask which onmyoujitsu, dark or white, did you use," – Fuuma remarked, eyeing his broken sunglasses with grief.
"Because there are no such rituals," – Subaru whispered, and blushed unexpectedly.
"Of course there aren't," – Fuuma nodded in agreement, and continued with satisfaction in his voice. – "Which means you do care, after all."
"I… I just…"
"Enough of excuses. People might change, but not you," – Fuuma picked Subaru's coat up, and with sudden gentleness wrapped it around onmyouji's shoulders. – "Lets go back inside. Maybe they still haven't cleaned our table."