http://clampfix.fanworks.net/ss-fix/game2-1.txt </head><body><pre>Tree-san's Disclaimers: /They own me -They wish! No one owns me! Mwahahahaha! Oh, and they don't own any of the other characters here, either./ The Game of You by Epeeblade and Shinri Ayase Part Two: Marriage Chapter One: Maybe Yes...Maybe No... "Subaru!" trilled the voice from the other end of the line. "What happened? You haven't been calling lately..." The onmyouji took a few deep breaths. He'd been trying to getup the nerve to tell his sister about "the event" for a week. He squared his shoulders. It was now or never. "Hokuto-chan, I..." he began before he was abruptly cut off by his twin as she delivered her lecture on not calling relatives for one whole week and making them worry. Ten minutes later, she was babbling on and on about her new boyfriend Kakyou who, as far as Subaru understood from his sister's squeals, shared her taste in clothing. Some twenty minutes from then, she was talking about hosting a fashion show the following month. She was excited about it, as was apparent from her almost shrieks. It took her another twenty minutes before she touched on the topic that Subaru has been dreading. "So, Subaru, how's your love life?" There were a few moments of silence before Hokuto heard a strangled mewl from her brother, and a dull thump. The great Sumeragi found himself twitching on the ground. Eventually, he spoke into the speaker in a croaked voice. "Neechan, I think...I think I'm getting married." The line became quiet for a five seconds before he heard his sister's stunned voice. "You're getting married?" "Hai. I think." "You're marrying Seishirou?" "Hai. I think." Silence. "Waiiiii! My brother's finally gonna get some!" "H-Ho-Hokuto-chan!" The girl paused for a moment. "Hey, wait a minute. What do you mean, 'you think'?" Subaru cleared his throat. "Well...I'm not entirely sure. You see, I was in the hospital last week right? And after our conversation..." he blushed, "Well, I started practicing...you know..." He absently ignored his sister's mad fit of giggles. He was more worried about Seishirou...and the book. "Anyway, Seishirou-san walks in," he turned an even brighter shade of red as his sister began to laugh harder with a shriek of 'Oh, my god!', "And...well, commented on the way I ate my banana..." Hokuto never laughed so hard in her life. Her brother was almost afraid she'd die. He waited for her to catch her breath. "And..?" she asked him to continue. "Um...I choked and almost drowned myself at the same time." Hokuto began to giggle again. "Then what happened?" Subaru frowned. "He sort of calmed me down. And then he asked me to marry him." "And you said..?" "Well I remember thinking, 'Ohmygodhesaskingmetomarryhim - waitthatcantberighthemusthavereadhokuto-chansbookohnowhatdoIdo?" "And then," the older twin said impatiently. "What did you say?" "Er, that's the thing," Subaru said sheepishly. "I passed out. But I remembered saying something. I just don't remember what it was that I said..." His sister groaned in frustration. "All right, that's it! Subaru, I'm coming home to see you and meddle with your love life!" Seishirou sat by the ice cream counter, enjoying the feel of cold, creamy dairy sliding down his throat. The Sakura was knocking around inside his head. /Seishirou, I think you've tortured the poor guy enough. You should give him a call, at least,/ it ranted. Obviously it had developed a fondness for green-eyed, cluelessly cute onmyouji from an opposing clan. The Sakurazukamori merely smirked. "All in good time, my dear Tree, all in good time." The Tree snorted. /All in good time, you say. Don't think I don't hear you sleep./ The Tree would have leered, if it had a face. /"You like that don't you, my little Subaru-kun?" you said. "Yes, that's right, call me Daddy and beg for your lollipop, my little pet," you said. I think the worst one yet was "Chibi- Seishirou's rather tastier than a water-soaked banana, don't you think so, Subaru-kun?" Really, Seishirou! Why don't you just freakin' tell him that he said yes so he'd marry you and you can finally get those immortal hormones under control?/ The assassin was quiet. He finished off his ice cream before responding, "Because he didn't say yes." The Sakura huffed. /Well he didn't say no, either. He just said "Huh? How? Why?" and passed out. I swear if he weren't cute I'd tell you to just shove it and feed him to me./ And then it was silent. Seishirou stood up from his stool and strode out the door. His voice was so cold that the Tree almost shivered. "Subaru's _mine_. You can feed on everyone else. But not him. Do I make myself clear?" He walked in silence for a few more minutes before he heard the Sakura again. /Prick./ Seishirou smirked. Kamui kept shifting his gaze towards the slight onmyouji. He had been asked to accompany Subaru to the airport. Of course, he jumped at the opportunity to be alone with the man. Because, to his mind, Subaru is a hotter mo-fo than Seishirou could ever be. The object of his affection is currently reading a small book sporting a cover with the words "Kama Sutra Condensed!" printed in large, bold letters. The amethyst-eyed boy wished that the older man's reading it for the benefit of his companion. But duh! Kamui's not _that_ stupid. He knew Subaru had the hots for Seishirou and vice versa. He shuddered. Somehow, he had the feeling that something bad will happen if he ever got in the Sakurazuka's way. Of course, he was dying for a decent conversation, and he only ever had one from Subaru. His roommate's conversations with him could hardly be considered decent. Most of them were quite the opposite, actually. "Um, Subaru-san?" the boy began timidly. The man looked at him with surprised emerald eyes before saying, "Yes? What is it, Kamui?" Note that Kamui is Fuuma's roommate. Be reminded that most of the conversations he's ever had with bordered on the "something you shouldn't mention in front of your mom" (or perpetual virgins like Subaru). The boy took a deep breath and, with a tone that could only be described as "conversational", asked, "Have you ever read that article about the water blowjob?" Thankfully, the PA announced the arrival of the plane from Paris and broke the akward silence that followed. As they ran to meet Subaru's sister, Kamui had only one thing in his mind. 'Maybe I should have asked him another question...' "Su-ba-ru!" Hokuto admonished her brother as soon as she entered his apartment. "Look at this place!" The onmyouji looked around. Not a speck of dust was present. All things were in order. He had just changed the pillowcases of the the throw pillows on his sofa. He gave his sister a puzzled glance. "Hokuto-chan, there's nothing wrong with this place." "Nothing wrong?" the girl screeched. Her green eyes flashed like lightning. She picked up a harassed throw pillow. "What kind of a color is gray for a pillowcase? And against a gray sofa? Subaru, do you have any idea how boring monochrome is?" Subaru almost muttered something about monochrome being better than "clash", but decided against it. He adores his sister, and any such comment will upset her. "Gomen na, Hokuto-chan. But I hardly ever have time for interior decorating." Hokuto sniffed at that. "I guess I shouldn't complain. You fashion sense _is_ improving." She eyed the emerald green lace-up shirt her brother was currently wearing with a pair of black slacks and nodded thoughtfully. "Much better. I think being in love's doing wonders for you." The green-eyed onmyouji blushed at that and brushed his fingers acainst the cool fabric of his shirt. It was one of the articles of clothing Seishirou picked out for him. He quickly changed the topic. "So...um, how's _your_ love life?" His twin sighed and closed her eyes. For a moment, her face was as serene as an angel's. "Wonderful, Subaru. Kakyou's the sweetest man alive. I'm so happy..." she reached out and stroked her brother's face, so very much like her own. "And I want you to be happy too." There was a knock on the door, and Hokuto smiled brightly at that. "I'll get it, Subaru. It might be that cute purple-eyed teenager who has a crush on you." Subaru blinked as his sister ran towards the door, her fluffy crimson skirt flying and her pigtailed hair bouncing about. He sighed. Just like his sister to assume that everyone had a crush on him. He wanted to laugh. Kamui _didn't_ have a crush on him...did he? A silky voice permeated the air. "Subaru-kun...I didn't think you were into cross-dressing." There was a loud "Ohohohohohoh!" from his sister before he heard her say. "Silly man, I'm Subaru's twin sister! I just came for a visit because my brother's having love trou-" The head of the Sumeragi clan clamped his hand over Hokuto's mouth. He smiled nervously at the man who stood smiling by his doorway. "Uh...Seishirou-san," he began. "Meet my twin sister Hokuto. Hokuto-chan, meet Seishirou-san." He finally let go of his sister. She grinned at the taller man. "So _you're_ Sei-chan! You're the one who fractured my brother's hip on account of-" Subaru clamped his hand over her mouth again. Seishirou chuckled. He decided he liked Subaru's sister. "Yes, I'm _that_ Seishirou. And might I say that it's a pleasure to meet you, Hokuto-chan." "Er...would you like to come inside, Seishirou-san?" the shorter man asked. The older man leered. "It depends inside where." The onmyouji was so confused that he let go of his sister once more. Hokuto grinned like a maniac. "The apartment, of course," he responded to the older man's statement. His sister began to laugh. "Oh, Subaru, you _are_ innocent!" Hokuto and Seishirou laughed in unison and Subaru felt horribly left out. "I'll go get some tea," he sighed. "Make yourselves comfortable." As the young man bustled into the kitchen, his current companions sat down on the couch. "So, Sei-chan," the girl began. "When are you and Subaru getting married?" There came a crash from the kitchen. "Well...he hasn't exactly said yes or no yet," Seishirou sighed melodramatically. "He just mumbled something along the lines of 'why him?' It's very discouraging, really." It the background, they heard the sound of glass being swept. Hokuto's lips curved into a mischievous smile. "Sei-chan, ever heard of a shotgun wedding?" From the general direction of the kitchen, they heard a loud whump and a cry of "Hokuto-chan!" The beeping sound echoed through the hallways of the old Kansai temple. "For crying out loud, Sorata, answer your celphone already!" an old monk yelled. The seventeen-year-old boy stood up groggily and ran his fingers through his tangled hair. He felt like shit. His arranged marriage was going berserk (he was sure his wife hated him, though she didn't say much), he's been having reocurring bad hair days, he was mauled by a robot his cousin Satsuki invented, attacked by a piece of cloth, almost drowned by mentioned cousin's boyfriend and now, in the middle of his meditation excercise, his celphone wass ringing. And he knew exactly who was calling. Somehow, he still managed to smile. "Moshi-moshi," he greeted cheerfully. His blood ran cold at the voice on the other line. "Moshi-moshi, Sorata-kun. I think it's about time you paid your debt..." Tsuzuku... Er...yeah. Give me a break, though.</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>