[tsubasa] My Wish, Your Wish
My Wish, Your Wish
by vikki
Spoilers: Ch. 164 of Tsubasa, the most recent chapter released
Summary: Fye and Ashura have conflicting wishes, and we all know what that means ... X/1999 is in the air! XD;;;
It was looking hopeless.
Fye scrabbled at the hand clutching his throat, coughing up blood. Ashura looked down at him with that same reassuring smile, only now it was the smile of a madman. Syaoran was pinned to the wall behind him, bleeding where the icicles had pierced his skin and panting for breath, and fear rose in Fye's throat, more choking than his own blood. Kurogane was dead. Syaoran would soon follow, and Sakura's body would be lost, leaving Sakura's soul to languish and die somewhere else.
All his fault.
"You've always wished for the end," Ashura was saying, his voice a lilting, smooth melody despite the carnage. "The end of your life - you who forced death upon your sibling." A smile. "Furthermore, because you knew my wish to also die at your hand. However, you can't die, because you must revive your sibling."
Blood welled in Fye's mouth. Soon enough, Fye was going to get his wish after all.
"But I think your trying to end our lives simultaneously ... it was for your companions' sake," Ashura noted. "Hm. In that case, if I kill them ... would you be able to kill me with that wrath?"
Fye couldn't see Ashura make the spell, but it was there all the same, pointed at Syaoran with deadly intent. Syaoran was rigid against the wall, panting for breath and visibly trying to either fight back or face his end with dignity. Fye struggled to make himself watch, to do something, to at least not look away from his companion--
"Woah, woah, woah, hold your horses!"
The spell dissapated in midair, and Ashura's grip on Fye's throat lessened a little. Syaoran looked up, his teeth still clenched, and Fye followed his gaze to the man who had suddenly appeared.
Actually, he was a youth. Dressed in black, with short wavy hair and a pair of sunglasses that would not have looked amiss on Sorata back in Hanshin Country, he carried a six-foot-long double-edged sword with an ornate hilt. It took Fye a moment to place his face. Fuuma!? But it couldn't be the Fuuma they had met in Tokyo ... could it? Maybe it was? But where had the sword come from?
"Who are you?" Ashura asked, his tone deceptively mild.
The youth smirked. "I am 'Kamui'." he answered. He looked around the room at all the destruction. "All this over a few wishes ..."
Kamui? But Kamui was the vampire boy ... right?
"What are you doing here?" Ashura asked now, when no explanation was apparently forthcoming.
"Oh, that." The boy's lips curled again. "I'm here to grant your 'wish'." Ashura's eyes widened, and Fuuma shook his head slightly. "Yours is kind of boring, though. You'd be amazed how many people wish for death."
Ashura's smile was locked in place, but now his free hand moved into a spell. Icicles flew at Fuuma, but the boy dodged nimbly. "Pretty ungrateful for a guy who wants to die!" Fuuma snorted, brandishing his sword. "And now-- to grant it!"
Before Ashura could put up another protective spell, Fuuma plunged his sword through Ashura's heart.
The grip on Fye's neck loosened as the king slumped to the ground, dead. Fye stared, hardly able to believe that it had been as simple as a sword to the heart.
Fuuma withdrew his long blade, and Fye followed it, his gaze going to Fuuma's face. The youth was frowning at him.
"And as for you ..." Fuuma rubbed his chin, looking at Syaoran (who was still pinned), Kurogane (who was still apparently dead), and Sakura (who was still soulless) before jabbing a finger at Fye. "I'll come back for you later!"
Then Fuuma was gone.
Fye blinked. Syaoran's eyebrows rose.
And Kurogane stirred, bringing any further contemplation to a halt. And thank goodness, too, because otherwise this story would never freaking end.
fin
IT HAD TO BE DONE. I'M SORRY.
by vikki
Spoilers: Ch. 164 of Tsubasa, the most recent chapter released
Summary: Fye and Ashura have conflicting wishes, and we all know what that means ... X/1999 is in the air! XD;;;
It was looking hopeless.
Fye scrabbled at the hand clutching his throat, coughing up blood. Ashura looked down at him with that same reassuring smile, only now it was the smile of a madman. Syaoran was pinned to the wall behind him, bleeding where the icicles had pierced his skin and panting for breath, and fear rose in Fye's throat, more choking than his own blood. Kurogane was dead. Syaoran would soon follow, and Sakura's body would be lost, leaving Sakura's soul to languish and die somewhere else.
All his fault.
"You've always wished for the end," Ashura was saying, his voice a lilting, smooth melody despite the carnage. "The end of your life - you who forced death upon your sibling." A smile. "Furthermore, because you knew my wish to also die at your hand. However, you can't die, because you must revive your sibling."
Blood welled in Fye's mouth. Soon enough, Fye was going to get his wish after all.
"But I think your trying to end our lives simultaneously ... it was for your companions' sake," Ashura noted. "Hm. In that case, if I kill them ... would you be able to kill me with that wrath?"
Fye couldn't see Ashura make the spell, but it was there all the same, pointed at Syaoran with deadly intent. Syaoran was rigid against the wall, panting for breath and visibly trying to either fight back or face his end with dignity. Fye struggled to make himself watch, to do something, to at least not look away from his companion--
"Woah, woah, woah, hold your horses!"
The spell dissapated in midair, and Ashura's grip on Fye's throat lessened a little. Syaoran looked up, his teeth still clenched, and Fye followed his gaze to the man who had suddenly appeared.
Actually, he was a youth. Dressed in black, with short wavy hair and a pair of sunglasses that would not have looked amiss on Sorata back in Hanshin Country, he carried a six-foot-long double-edged sword with an ornate hilt. It took Fye a moment to place his face. Fuuma!? But it couldn't be the Fuuma they had met in Tokyo ... could it? Maybe it was? But where had the sword come from?
"Who are you?" Ashura asked, his tone deceptively mild.
The youth smirked. "I am 'Kamui'." he answered. He looked around the room at all the destruction. "All this over a few wishes ..."
Kamui? But Kamui was the vampire boy ... right?
"What are you doing here?" Ashura asked now, when no explanation was apparently forthcoming.
"Oh, that." The boy's lips curled again. "I'm here to grant your 'wish'." Ashura's eyes widened, and Fuuma shook his head slightly. "Yours is kind of boring, though. You'd be amazed how many people wish for death."
Ashura's smile was locked in place, but now his free hand moved into a spell. Icicles flew at Fuuma, but the boy dodged nimbly. "Pretty ungrateful for a guy who wants to die!" Fuuma snorted, brandishing his sword. "And now-- to grant it!"
Before Ashura could put up another protective spell, Fuuma plunged his sword through Ashura's heart.
The grip on Fye's neck loosened as the king slumped to the ground, dead. Fye stared, hardly able to believe that it had been as simple as a sword to the heart.
Fuuma withdrew his long blade, and Fye followed it, his gaze going to Fuuma's face. The youth was frowning at him.
"And as for you ..." Fuuma rubbed his chin, looking at Syaoran (who was still pinned), Kurogane (who was still apparently dead), and Sakura (who was still soulless) before jabbing a finger at Fye. "I'll come back for you later!"
Then Fuuma was gone.
Fye blinked. Syaoran's eyebrows rose.
And Kurogane stirred, bringing any further contemplation to a halt. And thank goodness, too, because otherwise this story would never freaking end.
fin
IT HAD TO BE DONE. I'M SORRY.