http://clampfix.fanworks.net/x-fix/prayfor.txt </head><body><pre>Hello minna-san ^^ T-chan here! (again) After reading a lot of your stories, you've given me the courage to post another of my fanfics. It was the very first one I ever wrote and for some strange reason I've always found it the most difficult to write. Actually, everytime I re-read it, I always find some part in it I think could be best written. (too much self critic?) Ok, I stop here and wait for your comments before deciding between murdering or not my story. ^_^ Hope you like it! * * * * Disclaimers: The characters of the following story were created and belong to CLAMP and to Kadokawa shoten. And are portrayed in Asuka Comics. This fanfic was written only with an amusing purpose. NO intent of profitable activity, is, was or will be made with this. ___________________________ "I Ask For..." I always believed that this power was some kind of gift, something I could feel proud of. I thought that with it I would be able to make any dream come true and protect that that was dearer to me. However... I was wrong. Power isn't all. Hinoto told me that by choosing the Dragons of Heaven I have become the one who represents the majesty of the gods. Can that be possible? How can I represent a god if I not even capable to defend the ones I love? I know that the other Seals felt sort of disappointed when they discovered that I was "Kamui". Who can blame them? If I had been in their place I would have felt the same, after all I'm nothing but a grumpy teenager. I suppose it's because of that why I give my best effort each day. I don't want to fail them. I want them to trust in me, to know that they are not risking their lives in vain. If there's any justice in all that is happening is something I don't know but I do know that giving up would be unfair. We are all risking something precious in this battle though we don't even know if we will win it. However, the faith they show in their actions is of such an intensity that is enough to keep me in feet. It's because of them that I can't afford to lose hope. Although everything is utterly confusing I must believe in my heart. There mustn't exist any doubt if we hope to stand a chance against "them". There's no other choice if we aim to protect the world where our dreams can come true. Our dreams... Now that I think about it... It has been a long time since I forgot what my dreams were. Today, there's anything I can find to want... and it's very probable that tomorrow I won't find it neither. However, I'm sure that my friends have a reason for fighting and that one day I also had it... I'll keep searching then. Until I find the purpose I lost. It must be sad to pass through life having any dreams and it has to be worst that you don't care about it. In a way, that makes me feel pity towards the Dragons of Earth. Having placed all their expectations in a world that doesn't exist, they really don't wish anything. They pretend to protect a mere possibility and life can't be live that way. These priceless minutes, every second that passes by, are the only things we possess. Past is a dream from the one we have wake up and like any dream we just dream it once. Now the future... The future is an unwarranted merchandise. Choosing the Dragons of Heaven is a decision I don't regret have taken. It's true I have lost good friends and people I held dear but I've also won them. And when this nightmare end I want to believe that I will open my eyes to a quiet place, a safety one, where I won't feel this loneliness. Thinking of such a possibility always makes me feel this burning need inside of me. A necessity to ask something to the Heaven that looks us from above, hoping it will listen. Ask for the happiness of the ones I love, for the Earth in which we have grown up and for the friends and hopes that have been left in the way. And so I pray for the strength that can keep me on my purpose and wish I never forget the meaning of love. We may be only puppets of an incomprehensible destiny. Nevertheless, I believe we can take decisions and that something bigger than destiny itself exists. If Fuuma, the "other Kamui" who hunts the majesty of the gods, really intends to destroy me, he will fail. The Majesty he desires so much to disappear is bigger than he and me. Unlikely to us, it has always existed and at the end, even if we both die, that fact will change anything 'cause changes take place now. Because it's true I'm Kamui, a high-school student and also the "Kamui", who represents the majesty of the gods, because of that, I'll continue this fight and will never forget what today I ask. Tuesday, April 10th 1999. * * * * * Silence ate those final words placing them in the past, in the place where they belonged. During a long time nobody moved. A strong wind had begun to blew among the branches, taking away, unmercifully, the pink velvet blossoms of the nearby cherry trees to finally gather them around the group of people standing at the edge of the tomb. Everything seemed immersed in a trance where time had stopped and nothing looked real. Not the gravestone or the warm evening... or the pain. In that place and in that moment, only the words read by Sorata from the last written page in Kamui's dairy had some substance. They all knew there would be no more pages. Little by little, they began to leave. Karen from Seiichiro's arm, Yuzuriha protected in the tender hug of Kusanagi, Arashi and Sorata taken by the hand, Subaru close to Seishirou. At the end, the only remaining person was Fuuma. He couldn't go or consider the idea of leaving. If today he was there, he owe it to Kamui, to the friend that had sacrificed his own life to save him. The only thing he could think of doing to repay him was staying there. One more time he recall the last words written in his friend's dairy and without noticing it, a tiny smile began to draw in the corners of his mouth. Suddenly, he had understood that Kamui had been right. He had had the courage to love against all odds and that had given him the victory. He might have died but he hadn't lost. He gazed up and looking at the sky, he spoke to his childhood playmate for the last time. His voice been a soft murmur that raised above a past of grief and bitterness and higher above a future that wasn't yet foreordained. "Your pray was listened." ______________________________________________________ Author's notes: T-chan says is sad...but hopeful... < Can anyone please tell me how to convert properly a .Doc file to a .txt file? They always look funny when I do it. 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