http://clampfix.fanworks.net/poetry/fuuma.txt </head><body><pre> "What Fuuma Thought" I am discarded by fate and only he is left; to act in a fearful way against those I love. I try to deny this passion; I am nothing against it and weep instead, not just for me But for us. I want it done and it is what he wants; to defeat all who hinder our desire, I long for it; I would be with you. I surrender; I am a part of you. It is only us. I promised to protect him; all that is left. It is what I have of me; untouhed. An eternal reflection of you. Nothing of me is left to see when we meet. He sees only us. I will delight in my defiance when he comes. Thinking this is but madness; not destiny And as it should be; he will not understand. We both cry out at him; cold blade gleaming. Live for us. There is no moment in the world left but this. I release that solemn vow; it is pain and pleasure. I imagine holding you; I fulfill my destiny, we release. Instead I now embrace the death you wield. You are holding me. It is for you that I feel again Kamui. I'm whole though part is gone; a solitary angel You cry out to me "Naze?!" and it tears at my soul I have one answer; to sacrafice myself. I would do this for you. ==================================== Some SPOILER here in relation to the X movie: I've been working on this poem for over a month. I don't quite feel I've been able to adequately express what I feel Fuuma was thinking once fate seemed to control him. Was there a part of "Fuuma" that we knew left? Kamui questioned and demanded this this in the end of the movie. "You aren't me." "Naze? Naze Fuuma?! "Fuummmmaaaaa!" Why did Fuuma think he was Kamui "Ore ga Kamui da!" Was there someone else inside him that he was fighting? I tried to use a diametric approach in so much that there was two of something in Fuuma's psyche. Fuuma who had sworn to protect and Fuuma who was Kamui. Someone who was so close to him as to be a part of him. What was most interesting to me is the amalgamation of Fuuma and Kamui. I wonder if I hit on something the ladies at CLAMP have been thinking all along? Please, read the poem again with this in mind. ...Chet </pre><p><a href="./">Back</a></p><p><a href=http://www.dreamhost.com/donate.cgi?id=216><img border=0 alt="Donate towards our web hosting bill!" src=https://secure.newdream.net/donate1.gif></a></p></body></html>