http://clampfix.fanworks.net/ss-fix/exemption.txt </head><body><pre>/ Exemption / ********************************************************** Legal: All characters used in this fiction are property of CLAMP trade mark. Characters: Sakurazuka, Seishirou. Sumeragi, Subaru. Series: "X-1999" (CLAMP-Kodansha) ********************************************************** "Why you keep on doing this to me?" He listened quietly the long winded discourse the Sumeragi have been holding back for long inside, hiding all to the point of exploting in a rage of a sudden. "I risked myself moving in with you, still gave you a generous period of time to establish your non-experienced feelings. To learn how to act and..." Seishirou sighed. Feelings are no novelty for me. You think it's easy to manifest such emotions aware of what you have to do with the other: kill. The fact you stepped in this house and stayed doesn't mean I "accepted" something. Or I "discovered" something as emotions could be to put in the case. I always knew the purpouse of your presence in my being. "... yet, nothing from me is adequate in its measure for you. I'm cracking my head every night asking myself why are you acting this way. It's getting so... weird. All you've done this last month was just putting the excuse of /work/ to be away from home and..." I heard mortals say work makes a man proud of himself. Many would think it makes me proud. Not that I care about that. No. I wanted to be entire, complete, honorable. Clean. A man, after all. With his faults and profits. Simple. Not death's marionette. Dismissing the assassin's title with a faintly imperious wave of hand, isn't the way things work. Not the only one. "You keep complaining about the way I act: I came here to be with you, then you protest because I'm out all day with my friends..." Friends. Nowadays people call a friend someone the only thing he wants from you, is what you have between your legs. Is a friend the one who everytime you go out with him, grabs out a made map of motels all around the city, to share his "friendship"? Is a friend the one who forces you to spend all your money in lubrication and alcohol? I smile. I did worse things once. But that's past. And I can speak from my experience. Finding used sex protection sailing in the toilet became an everyday's postcard for me. Friends... tsk... "...and when I come back home, there you are, at your desk. Reading and locked in that crystal bubble your job is. I'm not a toy you can play with and have control over. I'm not the one who'll provide you a service everytime you want..." I wonder who's the deaf in this play. A simple talk with me must be a terrible effort for you to face. "I'm human, for God's sake!" Indeed. "I do with my life what it pleases me, I'm free to see and go with whoever I want to, I'm tired of being the "happy wife". No! I want to see places, I want to stay in bed all day if that makes me feel better. I want a life. Yes." I'm not setting barriers on you. And you say I am the one complaining about all? You don't know what you want. That's perfectly clear. Even a five year old child would know that. You didn't even accepted me to help you. I can't think anything but one thing about you. Coward. "You told me you love me. Great. Fine. Fabulous. All I've been doing since I heard that, is to please you. Hell! Like I always did since the very beginning! Then, we started this. One second, you are adorable, caring and tender with me. The next, you are an impenetrable stone." Forgive me to be human. "I never expected you to be this way. Neither another possible way. I used to imagine what a life with you could be. Sharing bed, home, things. I let my hope in that you understood me but all you are is a judge for what I do and not do." Dialoguing seems to be an impossible mission for you. Trying to redeem the pain I inflicted was a mistake too? Romantic attempts didn't work for you? Giving you /all/ I could these months is still insufficient. "I'm tired. That's it. So tired of this." Me too. I don't know what else you want from me. "It's time for you to make your mind up in this. I'm so damn exhausted of pleasing you and I want my good part here." I thought about this for a long. But I know it'll be useless to ask you to marry me. Those words you always wanted me to say, as you eloquently put it in a thousand occasions. To quit the Sakurazukamori's duty. To shelter you in those depressions, those interminable nigths of crying, days without eating anything, the anguish, the torment. All. How easy it is for you to erase all. "Do I have to refresh your memory on the things you did to me?" For who do you think I left everything since I met you after nine years of separation? "It delights you to break my heart." The man smiles shaking his head. You've been the pioneer doing it with mine. "I... tsk... I'm tired. Just... pissed off." I'm tired of your anger and hysterical mood. "I need a break." I need peace. "See, do what you want, ok? Just let me know when you stop that "concerned" husband mode of yours and your jealousy. I'll be around." It's time. I'll do it. "Seishirou, what are you doing? What... Seishirou, stop! No!" The dark onmyouji turned towards the hoary trunk. Standing at its roots, he murmured "Subaru, no matter what you'll do about your life or what's your concept about me." "Seishirou... I... I do love you, but... you..." Love. The assassin closed his eyes. Sombre. "I always loved you." How a little word could sound so idle. Powerful word. "What you mean with... what..." The guardian ordered, "I'm ready. Do it." Like a wave in the beach, the Cherry tree devoured his corpse in a single instant, wrapping its branches around him and digging it into the ground. My very best gift. Your freedom. Silence. ... **************************************************** END. ****************************************************</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>