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Posted by Anonymous at 20:36:06 19/10/2002.
Title: FF/X – Worlds Collide
Author: Amberlee
Email: amberleewriter@y...
Part: 1/?
Disclaimer: CLAMP owns Tokyo Babylon and X. SquareSoft owns Final
Fantasy X. I'm the wacky woman who decided that two dark and
handsome one eyed men was too much to resist. I'm not making
money here…I'm just obsessed with writing fan fic. No copyright
infringement, or offence, intended.
Warning: None right now – unless you want to include angst. Who
knows where it will end up? I haven't finished the outline yet.
Rating: PG right now. Wow.
Pairing: Implied Subaru/Seishirou, Implied Kamui/Fuuma, Auron
and….well that's just part of the plot…
Spoilers: For up to the Dec 2001 Asuka issue.
C&C, R&R - Feedback welcomed folks! I'm really going out on a limb
on this one and would love input.
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Notes:
Ok. This is an attempt to meld the characters of CLAMP and
SquareSoft together. FFX meets X. We get wings, sakura petals,
angst, blood, gore, death, apocalypse, rampent shounen-ai/yaoi and
just about every other thing you can think of. Of course, I have to
do some setup first.
Also, if you've read X AND played FFX you'll get more out of the symbolism
and parallels than if you haven't but it wont make that much of a
difference. I'm going to do my best to make this easily followed
for plot by both fandoms. For the most part, the FFX folks will simply be IC since they are transported out of the world(s) of Spira/Zanarkand for purposes of this fic.
Be warned that this thing is gonna get long. The outline isn't finished, but I know where it's going so I'll add the chapter estimations when I finish the outline. It also goes AU in the extreem once you get through Dec 2001 Asuka.
Blame Skuld. She's been bugging me to get a CLAMP S/S muse for months.
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**FF/X - Worlds Collide**
**Chapter One: Destiny is Foreordained**
Auron had only been in Japan once before. Not long after his birth,
his parents had bundled he and his twin up and come to visit family.
Presenting his first born to the clan – and a boy at that –
had been gravely important to Sakurazuka Hiroshi. The fact that his
grandmother had shunned his presence, and that of his American wife
and half-breed children, had shamed him greatly.
His father never spoke of the event. His mother said nothing
either. It was this silence that told him, over the years, how
deeply the event had scared his father.
It was difficult, therefore, for Sakurazuka Auron to understand why
they had flown thousands of miles from San Francisco to attend the
funeral services of his second cousin. He had never met the man
– had never met any of the clan – and the situation was perplexing.
Dressed in a plain and severe black suit, he stood close to his
sister, Asahiko. Both bowed many times during the wake as they were
presented to a myriad of family members.
Auron would have been completely lost had his father not insisted
that both he and Asahiko-chan learn Japanese and speak it at home.
As it was, both Auron and his twin felt uneasy. Asahiko, normally
vivacious and outgoing, stood at her brother's side and nervously
fiddled with the strand of pearls at her neck while Auron tried not
to fiddle with his braid.
At the hotel, before their arrival at the funeral hall, Auron had
quizzed his father about the situation. He did not want to be rude,
or bring up sad memories for his father, but he also did not wish to
bring shame by being unable to perform any duty that might be
required. Auron was nothing if not a dutiful son.
"Otou-san," Auron said. "Explain to me again how I am related to
this man."
Asahiko had been fussing with her long hair and fidgeting. Wearing
something so bland as a plain black dress depressed her. She moved
to Auron's side and began to adjust his tie. "When will you learn to
tie a correct Windsor knot?" she muttered.
"He is the son of Setsuka, daughter of Yoshiko and Kiyoshi."
Hiroshi's deep voice seemed incongruent coming from his almost
diminutive form; he stood a full head shorter than his
children. "Kiyoshi was my father's brother and first born.
He led the clan until his death."
"Did Ojiisan have many siblings?" Auron asked. "How many
people will I have to remember?"
Asahiko finished re-knotting his tie precisely. "There! Much
better."
"My father had only one brother and one sister," Hiroshi
replied. "Both are dead."
Auron frowned. "Then the clan is small?"
"No, Auron, it is quite large if you go back another generation.
However, most of them no longer carry the name of Sakurazuka."
Hiroshi's face had formed a worried frown. At the time, Auron
had no way of knowing how concerned his father was – or why. "There
were many girl children born to the family, but few boys. You are
one of the last men of the clan who holds the name of Sakurazuka."
The ceremonies were swift. Strangely enough, it seemed that his
second cousin had no friends. Only family members attended the wake,
and the cremation quickly followed. Though it did not seem odd to
Auron, one of his father's cousins accepted the urn and the
entire family quickly left the funeral chapel and made for Ueno
Park. No priest came to chant the sutras. No altar had been
erected. No incense was burned. Instead, the group gathered quietly
around a tree.
Auron found it strange, but not for the reasons any native Japanese
would have. He found it strange because the Sakura was in full
bloom. Its gnarled and ancient bows were laden with the most
beautiful pink blossoms that Auron had ever seen. The setting sun
lit the sky in hues of orange, scarlet, and amethyst – blending
in an ethereal way with the pale pink of the flowers. Auron longed
to step forward and touch the tree.
"Otou-san," Auron whispered. "There were no friends or
coworkers at the funeral chapel. Now we are here and this tree…it is
so strange."
Hiroshi put a finger to his lips indicating silence. He pressed his
lips near his son's ear and said, "The man was – a bit of
a loner. He had a short and violent life. We will discuss it later."
A member of the clan stood forward. Auron had met the woman but
could not remember her name. He honestly didn't think it
mattered. She held the urn before her and spoke clearly.
"Sakurazuka Seishirou's body will rest with his soul."
The voice was laden with some emotion Auron could not identify. The
final sentence sounded like a condemnation. **"It will rest with his
tree."**
A chill passed through Auron at the words and he shuddered. He was
suddenly reminded of his mother's funeral just a year ago. Asahiko,
instinctively concerned, moved to her brother's side and took
hold of his hand. They stood there, mirror images of each other and
watched as the seal of the urn was broken. The woman then turned her
back on those present and tilted it until the remains began to spill
forth. She walked in a circle around the base of the flowering
sakura. As she did so, Auron thought he saw the limbs shiver.
Petals began to fall like tears from the tree as the ashes flowed
from the urn – some of the soft buds drifted downward and stuck in
Auron's long raven hair. When the woman had completed a full circuit
around the tree, she upended the vessel to ensure that it was empty
and then placed the thing in a natural nook created by twisted
roots.
Wordlessly, the group simply disbursed into the sunset.
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Sumeragi Subaru watched from afar as people dressed in black and
white began to arrive in the park. He was conflicted – but then
he was always conflicted. It had been that way since Hokuto-chan had
given her life to the Sakurazukamori. His gaze flitted from one
faceless form to the next as the group gathered at the base of the
tree. He longed to join them – to take hold of the remains of
his dead love and to perform the rites that he knew Seishirou's clan
would not.
It was not to be.
Allowing his guilt to wash over him, tears fell in hot silent trails
down Subaru's face. He could still hear Seishirou's dying
words echo in his mind – still see the man's life-blood pooled beneath
them both. The Sakurazukamori had died at Subaru's hand and the
Sumeragi knew he would not be welcomed if he appeared.
Sighing, he made up his mind to leave. It was pointless to stay.
All watching would do was allow him to wallow in self-pity and
despair. He turned to go.
"So…doing a little guilt salving, are we?"
Subaru's head jerked toward the sound of the voice. He hissed
the reply. "Go to hell, Fuuma."
The dark Kamui laughed and said, "Oh. I'm sure I will –
**Sakurazukamori Subaru.**"
Glaring at the use of the title, Subaru stepped closer to Fuuma.
Though he knew it was courting retaliation, he withdrew a few ofuda
and brandished them toward the man threateningly. "What do you
want?" The words were forced through clenched teeth.
Amused, Fuuma arched an eyebrow. "Oh, please! Do you really
think you could beat me, Subaru? Besides, we're on the same team now,
you and I…"
The Sumeragi's eyes darted toward the tree as the rays of the
dying sun flashed off metal. He turned his head and watched as a
woman began to spill ashes out of the urn and onto the ground.
Subaru couldn't stop himself. A strangled noise flew from his mouth
as he gasped. "Seishirou-san…" he whispered.
Fuuma's eyes narrowed and he looked at Subaru intently. An odd
expression crossed his face and he said, "Do you know screwed up
and stupid it is to have a wish that can never be, Subaru?"
The slight young man's head snapped back to Fuuma. "What do
you care about my wishes, you bastard?" he spat.
Making a careless shrugging motion, Fuuma ignored the insult. His
voce made it clear he could care less about anyone's wish.
"Well, now that you've switched sides, I figure I owe you one…for
the eye…"
"Hn." Subaru scoffed at the man in front of him. The
Sumeragi was bitter now. "Domo arigato gozaimasu, Fuuma-san. How
**thoughtful** of you."
Eyes roving over the now disbursing group of mourners, Fuuma's
gaze settled on a young man with long black hair tied back in a
braid. An eyebrow arched in interest as a young woman came to stand
beside him and clasped her hand in his. He grinned. "Don't mention
it," Fuuma replied in a chipper voice. "Why not meet me for some ice
cream later? We can talk about your \\Seishirou-san\\. I'm going to see
what I can do about that wish…"
Subaru blinked at the dark kamui in confusion as the young man
pointed a finger at the now retreating form of the young man and his
twin. "He should do quite nicely…" Grinning Fuuma waved
and then he launched himself away from Subaru and up to the top of a
tree. The Sumeragi watched as the young man perched like a strange
bird of prey – his black coat fluttering around his legs. When the
pair got into a cab with two other people, Fuuma darted off after his
target.
\\He is insane. No one can grant my dearest wish. Not even the
Kamui.\\
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