http://clampfix.fanworks.net/ss-fix/heartbreak1.txt </head><body><pre>Hey everybody! My name is Saka-chan, and this is my first time posting a fic onto the ML, so comments would be honored, please! The first half of this fic-thingy was inspired by Jacques Prévert's "Déjeuner du Matin". If you want a copy of the poem with an English translation, just e-mail me personally and I'll send it to you. Pairings: Subaru x Seishirou Warnings: Angst! Lots of it! Disclaimers: ‘X’ belongs to the wonderful girls of CLAMP manga, as well as Viz manga (which may not be true anymore, but let’s put their names anyway!) “Déjeuner du Matin” was written by Jacques Prévert. The way it is used here is just one interpretation of the poem. There are many other interpretations, however. Note: “Déjeuner du Matin” is used as a prelude to “Cup of Coffee.” It sets up the story a little better, though in truth the story could survive on its own without “Déjeuner du Matin.” However, I like it, and it stays. So there! :-P Thank you to: My beta, Ojou-san, who puts up with my insanity, gods know why. . . Déjeuner du Matin (Lunch of the Morning) Seishirou Sakurazuka pours himself a cup of warm black coffee. Instead of taking it black, as he usually does, he pours a little bit of milk into the cup, adding a spoonful of sugar along with it. He stirs it, without a word to his companion, Subaru Sumeragi. Strangely, Subaru looks as if he is about to cry. Seishirou, however, looks completely content as he lifts the dark green coffee mug to his lips and takes a drink. The pouring rain outside the café where he and Subaru sit pounds against the glass of the small building. The place is filled with Japanese and tourists alike, all inside to get away from the stinging spring rain. No one is out on the streets, save for a few brave motorists and completely insane pedestrians. Without looking at Subaru, Seishirou lights a cigarette, his usual brand of Lucky Sevens. The pale smoke wraps around his head as he blows it through his dry lips. He taps the ashes from the end of his cigarette into a nearby ashtray. After a moment or two, he gets up from his seat. He removes his trademark black trenchcoat from the coatrack at the entrance to the café. He turns to look at Subaru, whose dark green eyes are slowly welling with tears. “Goodbye, Subaru-kun,” he says, bowing his head. He steps out into the rain, sans an umbrella, and walks off in the direction of Ueno. Subaru, ignoring the stares of some of the patrons of the café, placed his head into his hands and began to sob quietly. “Why, Seishirou?” he spoke with strained. “Why don’t you love me anymore?” Owari, part one</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>