Disclaimer: The holy oracle X is property of the Holy Goddesses CLAMP and their High Priestess Ohkawa Nanase but the twisted little concept of this story was my idea so hands off or you'll be speaking to my lawyer ... He's the tall well-dressed individual wearing the shades and standing under the sakura tree ^_^

Warning: Iz very graphic ... Blood, vomit, Sorata's decapitated head, etc. Enjoy!! ^_^

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Arashi leaned against the blood-smeared wall. She almost blended with it except for her black hair and the areas of her skin not covered with the sticky crimson substance. The metalic smell of it made her want to vomit. Her eyes looked for something to distract her attention ... The immediate landscape was broken -- another kekkai. She suspected all the Seals were dead; she couldn't feel any of them and the one she saw was lying a coagulated pool of ... She turned away.

Fuuma wondered why he was still alive and laughed quietly when he saw the sword stuck in Kamui's fragile chest. *When did I do that?* He couldn't remember any of it ... except that he must have done it. He scanned the surroundings and sighed. Such a waste ...

Arashi touched her side and winced, noticing the gash for the first time even though she must have been aware of the pain for a while. Her blood, Nataku's ... She didn't care. *I'm going to die.* Suddenly she doubled over and heaved. A thin layer of bile covered the cracked side-walk, speckled pale red. *So that's why I'm feeling nauseas.* She heaved again but she could only taste blood rising in the back of her throat. *I might as well lie down somewhere and ...*

Fuuma wasn't the only person still standing. He could feel another Angel somwhere on the otherside of the city ... *Kakyou* ... He yanked the Shinken from Kamui -- *I'm coming to fulfil your promise*. Then he spotted the Dragon of Heaven with her straight black hair and sailor-suit school uniform. Wasn't the CLAMP Campus blouse supposed to be white? It looked red ... Well, who cared anyway? She wasn't supposed to be standing around like she was alive. He saw her bend over and then wipe her mouth. What was that all about? He probably didn't care to know. He vaguely remembered her being pretty, like Yuzuriha and the other woman ... the one that manipulated fire. Pretty ... prettier dead.

Arashi tried to straighten herself but it was painful. Her stomach wanted to creep into her throat and she was sure it would've if she hadn't controlled herself. Her trembling hand found the wall and she leaned against it for support, looking into the eyes of the Kamui of the Dragons of Earth. *He's alive. Panic. Why? I'm dead anyway, whether he kills me now or watches it happen.*

Fuuma's first instinct was to kill her, ram the Holy Sword through the Kakushi Miko's body up to the hilt and watch her crumple over, gurgling like that young blonde-haired girl had. His lips curled in a twisted smile and then he realised she wasn't looking at him with fear or panic but resignation. *They don't give up so easily. Is it because that priest from Kouya got his head sliced off? Seeing that happen must have upset her -- especially when she knew I was aiming at her lovely neck.* Fuuma shrugged inwardly and yanked the the sword from Kamui's corpse. He pointed it at Arashi, the smile widening to a grin.

Arashi was calm in herself but the cruelty of that smile brought tears to her eyes. Daisuke, Sorata and Kamui ... People she had been close to, all killed by Fuuma Monou. She had seen him once before Kamui's choice and the transformation and she thought she'd liked him -- secretly admired him in the beginning. He'd been serious and protective, not unlike herself. It was unfair that he should turn out this way ... She swayed and caught her breath. The wall no longer seemed within reach.

Fuuma walked slowly but purposefully towards the last of the Seals. Not intent on her his mind was on what he had to do next. *What do I have to do next? Some of the Angels are alive still -- a pity about the computer freak -- I'll have to put her in her place as soon as I find her. Nataku is the only one I can trust. I still have much to do.* He reached Arashi and stepped over Sorata's head. The body must still be somewhere up on the roof ... or at least somewhere on one of the upper levels. The roof had pretty much been destroyed. "Seven Angels to break the Seven Seals. You're the last, priestess of Ise."

Arashi stared down the length of the sword and up into Fuuma's cold eyes, feeling the point of the blade pressing against her neck. It was the only thing keeping her on her feet but she knew deep down, literally, that it wouldn't be for long. *Angels ... Ironic that one is standing before me and I'm about to die, and I don't even believe the Western religions. If there was ever only one God he's dead now.* She felt faint suddenly and the pain in her side dimmed. For no reason she could think except maybe her own latent reluctance to end it all she grabbed for the support of Fuuma's arm and felt the prick of the sword. It drew blood, but only a little. Not enough to notice, not that she'd ever notice ...

Blood covered Fuuma's slashed sleeve, not his own and not the blood of those he had killed. Arashi lay across his sword arm where she had collapsed, his other arm supporting her. Ironic that it was the blood of someone he hadn't hurt covering him now. She was dead of course, her last breath coming soon after he had spoken. *I wish everybody would die when I told them to. I wish Kamui could have made it that easy for me.* He lifted Arashi's head and scanned her face, smattered with Sorata's blood. *Pretty ... prettier dead -- I don't know, maybe -- but it seems such a waste.* Disregarding his thoughts, he stepped away from her body and let it fall to the ground.

THE END

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[Kakyou's Hotel Room ... Kakyou iz comatose as usual & Ara-chan is visiting ...]

*sigh* ... Glad that's over, Kayou-san. That's about the first complete Arashi-Fuuma fic I ever wrote. I know it's cold but anybody whose ever read anything I've written knows I have a slight <wince> obsession with Fuuma & Arashi even if it's for something sickening like this. Yes, the story has no point, I just wanted to show the crueler side of Fuuma; you know Arashi has a crush on him, he knows she's pretty but at the end of the day he can still kill her/let her die and not give a damn ^_^ I wish peeps would write more fics about Sei-chan that way. He's supposed to be evily, STOP GIVING HIM A HEART! Anywayz send c/c to Ara-chan <Arashi@xguyz.gq.nu> -- Keeper of the Pikachu Pokémon & Mokona's Evil Twin ^_^