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[fic] Interlude, X (Seishirou Sakurazuka/Subaru Sumeragi) 
30th-Sep-2005 09:24 pm
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Title: Interlude
Author/Artist: Elihice
Pairing: Seishirou Sakurazuka/Subaru Sumeragi
Fandom: X
Theme: #10
Disclaimer: Seishirou and Subaru are property of CLAMP, I doubt they are going to suffer more at my hands.



The first year was mostly spent in mourning. He packed boxes of flashy clothing, hats and gloves, and gave them away to charity. He kept only a few items and buried them in the depths of his closet hoping he could ever bear to look at them again.

School had even less of a meaning than before, so he dropped out and moved to a new apartment. He started to sleep less and learned exactly how different it was to live without someone reminding him of physical needs. The doctors at the hospital refused to let him go after learning he lived alone, but in the end the weight of his name was enough to convince them.

The second year, his grandmother gave up trying to convince him to stay in Kyoto. She tried to use reason, duty and in the end she just pleaded him to let go. Subaru just stayed silent as the proudest woman he had ever known broke into crying and absently stared at his sister’s empty grave.

He returned to Tokyo that afternoon and tried to drown himself in work.

The third year he bought a pack of cigarettes. He carried them in a pocket in his jacket and forgot about them until a few weeks later. The first try resulted in a coughing fit and the second one made him nauseous, but no more than the memories the smell brought.

He started buying anything but mild seven after that and the nausea subsided.

The fourth year he looked for clues and learned more about the Sakurazukamori clan than anyone else had without falling prey to the assassin. The fact that he had been allowed to do so finally convinced him he had no worth in Seishirou’s eyes, not even as an adversary.

The fifth year, he gave up. When he woke up at the hospital, his grandmother was sitting at his side, looking at him with an expression that was both sad and resigned. He didn’t apologize for the silence and she didn’t mention the subject. She started calling him every few weeks, as if the last years had never happened.

The sixth year he tried to pretend he was doing better. He wasn’t. The stranger was a tall man with dark hair, a blinding smile and excellent manners; but the kiss felt all shades of wrong. No matter how much he closed his eyes and tried to pretend it was him, his body knew better.

The man thought it was a pity the remarkably good-looking young man he had met in a bar hadn’t been interested, but didn’t give it much thought. A week after the encounter, a man wearing dark glasses asked him for a light and smiled when he commented on the first scents of spring. No one saw him again.

The seventh year, Subaru looked in the mirror and failed to see Hokuto. The face was much too angular, the shoulders too wide and it felt like losing her all over again. He didn’t care about western superstitions, not when he had already paid the price.

He only kept a mirror in the bathroom, for shaving, and learned not to stare too much at it.

The eight year he saw the first signs of the end. His work became increasingly difficult as fate tightened its hold over humanity. He knew he had little time left and doubled his efforts to find Seishirou. It was all in vain.

The ninth year, he walked calmly towards the center of the battle and took out a lighter from his pocket. Seishirou smiled.

One of them wouldn’t live to see the tenth year.
Comments 
1st-Oct-2005 02:37 am (UTC)
*spasm* OMIGOD.

That is angst and wonderful and ... *faint* I LOVE YOU.
1st-Oct-2005 02:51 am (UTC)
Thank you.
1st-Oct-2005 02:38 am (UTC)
...;; owie.

I would offer concrit, but other than a few spelling errors, this seems to work quite nicely with its pacing and... well... how mundane it all sounds. It's perfect stark and sad, in that way. XD
1st-Oct-2005 02:52 am (UTC)
I'm happy the mood turned out to be as I wanted. May I ask what the spelling mistakes are? Not being a native speaker, sometimes I have trouble spotting the mistakes.
1st-Oct-2005 03:18 am (UTC)
p = paragraph, l = line

p5, l2: "carried them on a pocket"
This should probably be "in."

p11, l2: "it felt like loosing her all over again"
This should be spelt as "losing."

p13 l4: "it was all in vane"
I believe this one is "vain?"

Don't worry too much. A lot of native English speakers can't even spot their own typos, so this was pretty good on the whole, unbeta'd. You did an excellent job.
1st-Oct-2005 03:41 am (UTC)
Thank you very much. The in/on thing is the bane of my english. "En" in Spanish is used for both, so it gets confusing using two different words.

*off to edit*
1st-Oct-2005 02:57 am (UTC)
Very, very nice. It's very angsty too, but the sad truth is indeed that CLAMP themselves have done far worse to Subaru than fangirls ever could...
6th-Oct-2005 06:19 am (UTC)
Ah, yes, no matter what you do to these two, you can't be more evil than CLAMP.
1st-Oct-2005 04:23 am (UTC)
Oh my god, I ADORE this. It's... wow. I lack words. I love how you show the progression of the years detached but personal all at once, all the little details. I'd quote all the bits I love, but that's most of it, so I'll restrain myself to my absolute favourite lines:

She tried to use reason, duty and in the end she just pleaded him to let go. Subaru just stayed silent as the proudest woman he had ever known broke into crying and absently stared at his sister’s empty grave.

A week after the encounter, a man wearing dark glasses asked him for a light and smiled when he commented on the first scents of spring. No one saw him again.

and

The seventh year, Subaru looked in the mirror and failed to see Hokuto. The face was much too angular, the shoulders too wide and it felt like losing her all over again.

Just, HOMG. *adores!*
1st-Oct-2005 04:24 am (UTC)
The thing I love most about your writing is your excellent character insight. You incorporate details I never even think about--yet they're always pertinent, almost vital. *loves*

English clearly gives you trouble, and damn, I wish I could read this stuff in your original tongue--I'm sure the writing then parallels the insights. What language background do you come from? I read some German and some Spanish, and I can puzzle out Italian from Spanish when I'm lucky. Asian languages are an absolute wash, though.
1st-Oct-2005 05:48 am (UTC)
Maybe it's because some time ago I realized that introspective pieces are my strenght, while epics or plot-oriented fics give me trouble. To write a fic I must love a character, so the insight actually comes as a natural consequence of fangirling over a character.

My first language is Spanish, my second one (since I was four, so it was learned without much rational though behind it) is Italian. English is my third language and yes, it definitely gives my troble sometimes. Funnily enough I've never written fic in Spanish, and very little (ages ago, so it was bad...) in Italian. I tend to write in the language I get the canon and fandom, so all anime series end up in English.
1st-Oct-2005 07:35 am (UTC)
Yes ! Yes ! You give me interested into them I haven't felt in a long time ^^ This is them, this is exactly Subaru as I see him spending those nine years. It's lovely and wonderfully written. Low key and unassuming so as to punch you better. Great work.
1st-Oct-2005 07:58 am (UTC)
I love it, love it, love it !
Thank you for writing it !
All the little details seem so true...
1st-Oct-2005 09:44 am (UTC)
I have so much love for this. It's completely heartbreaking and the last line oddly brought me to tears. It was just building up after going through each year, even if it was straight-forward. It worked so well here.

Too many lines to love and it really is such a wonderful piece. A definite save for me.
1st-Oct-2005 12:35 pm (UTC)
I love fics that are broken up into pieces like that. I love how the passage of time is apparent but you've still maintained a really good word flow. ^^ Very nice.
1st-Oct-2005 03:36 pm (UTC)
*winces* Ow. OwowowowowowOW. Beautiful, painful, and completely them.

I'm not sure how I feel about the last line though. It's not bad, but it seems off somehow. I can't pinpoint it exactly, there's just something, well, I wouldn't say different, and the best word I can really think of is "off".
2nd-Oct-2005 05:49 am (UTC)
it was, angsty and bittersweet. i love this couple XD
3rd-Oct-2005 07:31 pm (UTC)
:wibbles: Its good and it hurts. ;___;
4th-Oct-2005 12:41 pm (UTC)
Came via tomomichi's rec, and have to say this was a fantastic story. I agree with the previous commenter - it's good and it hurts. So very, very Subaru, with Seishirou always lurking ominously in the background.
7th-Dec-2005 02:08 am (UTC)
~sighs~

Lovely.

I love how it seemed to flow like water...first over new rocks, then over smooth, aged stone.
12th-Dec-2005 09:58 am (UTC)
That's probably the most beautiful review I've ever gotten. Thank you.
14th-Oct-2008 04:09 am (UTC)
... wow. Just wow. All the years that have gone by as Subaru grew up, matured, closed himself off, chasing Seishirou... nice job!
14th-Feb-2011 05:59 am (UTC)
Wow. I really liked the last few years. It was very poignant.
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