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[[Non-descript point in the timeline. UH. WE CAN DECIDE LATER. Anyway. Welcome to CLAMP, Yuki~<3]]

Sometimes, Kamui just didn't feel like school -didn't see the point of going at all. After all, he was beyond the age of required schooling, and with everything else going on, sometimes it was just like... really? Really? The world was ending, he was failing in his duties, and instead of focusing purely on that, he was stuck in homeroom, musing on how he'd "conveniently forgotten" his math homework. Sometimes that just seemed a little stupid and pointless.

Sure, yeah, he got the whole "social interaction" thing (which -Keiichi aside- he more or less avoided regardless), and he even fully understood that he needed some sense of normality. But... still...

He sighed and pressed his forehead to his desk as the teacher entered the classroom, wondering how much trouble he would get into if he just slept away his classes for the day. The urge was quite tempting. Maybe he could even get off the hook by blaming it on his still-healing wounds and the residual effects of pain killers. Maybe?

Suddenly, however, all thoughts of sleep flew away as he snapped to attention, only vaguely hearing the teacher say something about a new transfer student. The oddness of it was what caught his classmates' interests -since the last kekkai fell, people had been transferring out of Tokyo and not in- but what caught Kamui's was the strange power he could feel in the boy. Sure, CLAMP School was no stranger to people with powers, but... this felt unique. Interesting.

Quiet, Kamui tilted his head slightly and watched the new student, eying him with poorly hidden curiosity.

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"I guess so?" Another uncomfortable shift, head tapping back against the trunk, and yet he didn't try to pull away. Yuki's hand was warm and soft... almost comforting, in a way. As strange as that was. "It just gets awkward knowing that my uncertainty could, um... kill all of humanity?"

Saying that to a classmate was the strangest thing ever. Still not sure how to feel over Yuki knowing that much. Too much.

Yuki was a bit shocked at that but not as shocked as he could have been if he hadn't seen those memories.

"Seems...we are alot alike....I'm sort of in the same situation. If we don't win the world will be destroyed by the Opasts....Somehow I'm supposed to lead them but I don't even know what I'm doing..."

"Same situation?" That outright shocked Kamui, eyes going huge momentarily before he turned away. How... how was he supposed to feel about that? To think that another kind of apocalypse was possible, and that another set of people was fighting their own war in it. That...

The look in his eyes shifted to annoyance, but it was hardly directed at Yuki. Just... thinking that maybe his own war didn't matter, that maybe he could fix things and if Yuki's side still lost... it would all be for nothing.

"I..." he didn't know what to say. On some level, he wanted to comfort and tell Yuki he didn't know what he was doing, either, but the revelation of concurrent wars was a bit... much. Still processing.

Yuki was thinking the same thing as he let go of Kamui's hand and pulled his knees to his chest.

"What if there are multiple battles like this...I mean....are we all destined to win or lose the same way..."

"That... that's fucking stupid!" Kamui snapped without thinking, temper flaring a little. Not only was he upset at the possibility of his battle -all that sacrifice- not mattering in the end... there was also the idea of others having to suffer for the same thing. It was just pointless and beyond ridiculous.

"It's like fate is trying to make sure everything ends." If Kamui didn't 'lose', then Yuki might. Same result, either way. "But you and I... we'll have to make sure to fight it for what we want. We'll have to try our best."

He looked to Yuki and lightly touched his shoulder, eyes determined and serious. "Right?"