Hi!  Epeeblade and I are doing this fic (sort of like a romance novel 
format)  and...well never mind, 
it's just based on this one bizarre teaser I did a long time ago.  Well, 
this is for Sumeragi Aoi ^.~

Disclaimer by Seishirou: They don't own us, and hallelujah for that.  CLAMP 
owns us...But that's 
even worse, isn't it?  

The Game of You
By Epeeblade and Shinri

Prologue: A Sudden Change of Circumstance

February 5, 1998
    Sakurazuka Seishirou peered over the rim of his coffee cup, his amber 
eyes focusing on a man with 
honey gold tresses and cerulean eyes.  He knew the young man to be his 
latest conquest, his present 
challenge.  He was studying every move, every gesture...
    Unbeknownst to the raven haired playboy, however, was the fact that he 
himself was being 
scrutinized.
    Sumeragi Subaru fidgeted in his seat as he crushed his cigarette in the 
ashtray and watched the 
sure, graceful movements of his target.  Inwardly, he groaned.  He could 
never compete with any of 
the man's boyfriends.
    Hokuto would have a fit once she hears about this whole affair and how 
he's handling it.  She 
would say that he was a disgrace, not using his looks to an advantage.  He 
casually checked his 
reflection on the coffee shop window  and began to wonder what she meant.  
His hair was plain black 
and cropped, which was common enough.  His face, however was another story.  
It was a little too 
delicate.  And his eyes...
    ...His eyes are much too big, much too green.  The whole combination of 
his face looked much better 
on a girl, namely on his twin sister.  He, on the other hand, was quite 
convinced that he could never 
pull the effect off.
    However, if there was anything in his physical attributes that he was 
proud of, it was his 
hands.  They're smooth, and delicate, the fingers long and graceful.  And 
they were itching to touch...
    Subaru began to have a coughing fit as his mind wandered to the gutter.  
The people around him 
were flashing strange looks toward his direction.  He has got to stop that 
reflex.  He's twenty-four, 
for Kami's sake.  It's embarrassing.
    He turned his attention back to the tall man he had been eyeing.  After 
a few moments of 
deliberation, he stood up to talk to the man...
    And completely backed out.  Kamui and Fuuma would have laughed their 
guts out, if they ever 
saw him.
    Fuuma, most especially.  The boy had a habit of making rude comments 
about everybody else's 
love lives.
    Then, Seishirou and the golden-haired man moved to leave.  Waiting for a 
few seconds, Subaru 
followed them - as if he hadn't been doing that for the past eight years.  
He closed his eyes and took a 
deep breath as he tried to remember why he worried so much when it came to 
the matter of dark, 
mysterious Sakurazuka Seishirou...

January 8, 1990
    "Obaasan?" young Subaru whispered into the darkness.  He heard the soft 
croak of the old 
woman's voice as it broke through the deafening silence.  "Su...baru..."
    The boy went to his grandmother's side quickly, leaning over to hear her 
words more clearly.  
"Where..." she began.  She was having difficulty speaking and so Subaru let 
her take a sip of water.  
She lay back down, gasping.  "Where...is your...sister..?"  The boy bit his 
lip nervously.  
"Hokuto-chan is out on a date."  He felt her hand on his tear-stained cheek. 
 "Then...I will 
tell...you..."
    He leaned over, straining to hear his grandmother.  "...the 
Sakurazukamori...marry...him..."
    Subaru gasped at this.  The Sakurazukamori is the enemy of their clan, 
and the old lady before 
him is more traditional than a tea ceremony.  Why would she want him to 
marry the 
Sakurazukamori?  And isn't the present one a man?
    "Are you sure, Obaasan?"" he asked the woman cautiously.  She could no 
longer speak, and she 
merely nodded and closed her eyes.
    She died on the snowy white evening, unaware that what her grandson had 
heard was not what she 
had intended for him to hear.  She told him to destroy the Sakurazukamori, 
and should not, in any 
way, try to do so by doing something silly like marrying the man.
    But, as luck would have it, Fate works in mysterious ways.

February 19, 1999
    The snow was only beginning to melt, and everything around Subaru 
sparkled like a thousand 
crystals.  He closed his eyes and contemplated on how he would catch his 
chosen husband's 
attention.
    What he didn't know, was he already did.
    Seishirou watched the younger man from the corner of his eye, smiling as 
he slowly undressed the 
figure in his mind.  'Not bad,' he thought.  'Perfect, in fact.'  He shifted 
ever so slightly to get a 
better look at the man, his eyes roaming up and down the long, lithe body 
and resting on the delicate 
features.  Certainly very beautiful, he decided.  And judging by the 
beauty's minute gestures, he could 
be considered as easy prey.
    Nokoru was beginning to get boring anyway.
    The Sakurazukamori flicked his present cigarette away and pulled out a 
new stick.  He's watched 
the younger man long enough to know that he smokes.
    Subaru's eyes snapped open as he heard Seishirou's cocoa smooth voice 
against his ear.  
"Sumimasen..."  Green met amber as the flustered man whipped his head to 
face his target.  Their 
faces were so close, and he could feel the older man's breath against his 
lips as he whispered, "Do you 
have a light?"
    It felt to Subaru as if he was in a dream as if we wasn't really pulling 
out a lighter from his 
pocket and lighting a long stick of Mild Seven.
    God, he loved that brand, and he knew Seishirou did too.  He was 
rewarded with a slow, seductive 
smile for his help and when he blinked, the man was gone.  By then, the 
young man had decided it 
was all his imagination, ignoring the fact that the scent of sakura clung to 
him for dear life.
    He turned his eyes toward the Sakurazukamori, noting that he was arguing 
with his current 
boyfriend, who is apparently Imonoyama Nokoru.  Seishirou had probably 
gotten bored of him, and 
found someone else.
    It made him feel worse.  If someone as pretty as Imonoyama Nokoru 
couldn't keep that man by 
him, then how could he, Sumeragi Subaru, ever hope to try?
    Vaguely, he wondered what Sakurazuka Seishirou's new conquest looked 
like...

End of Prologue
(I know, it's kinda long, but I'm that kind of writer)


C&C, Onegai?