FIC: Mirrors part 2 (Kurogane/Fai)
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I decided to name this series of ficelets/drabbles: Mirrors, so it’s officially Mirrors part 2
Spoilers – like woah, everything probably.
This series is a little AU-ish, I decided that after the party ended up at Tomoyo’s, Fai was still a wreck and did not realize that he wants to live. Oh, and Fai retains some of his magic here.
Kurogane/Fai
PG
Care
He watches the damn mage flirt, watches the casual smiles, the small touches, and the predatory look in the young man’s eyes.
The alcohol slides smoothly down his throat; his eyes following the idiot mage as he smiles seductively and stands to leave the room.
He’s careful not to break the glass he’s holding as the blond looks at him, and his only visible, quicksilver eye seems to ask: do you see this?
He stands up.
It’s a matter of seconds to catch up with the pair, one push and the young man is slammed into the wall with a satisfying thump. He looks up, ready to fight and then catches sight of the huge, looming form of the black Ninja and reconsiders.
Kurogane snorts. Really, no one ever bothers to stand up to him anymore.
The young man scrambles away, but Kurogane only watches the tall blonde, cursing the eye-patch for what it represents and what it hides.
“That was uncalled for, Kurogane.” His full name on those pale lips sounds so wrong, but the ninja won’t be distracted.
“Idiot mage.” He hisses angrily.
“It’s not your business.” The blond states calmly, coldly, with an unfamiliar edge of malice to his voice. Ever since he was turned into a Vampire, he changed. Or maybe only the masks fell away.
“I don’t care who you sleep with” The Ninja growls. “I don’t care as long as it’s something you want. Be it for comfort, loneliness or simple pleasure. But don’t expect me to just sit and watch you hurt yourself out of some kind misguided guilt.”
With that he walks away, angry and disgusted, not seeing the wide eyed look and the pale face of the mage staring at him with shock.
Kurogane/Fai
PG-13
Rejection
The room is dark and still; the air is moist and filled with the scent of sakura blossoms. Even though he no longer has his arm, it still hurts, driving him insane, making it impossible to sleep.
Kurogane watches the dark shape in the corner of his room watch him, just like it did for hours already.
“Are you going to do something, or just stare at me till the morning?” He asks finally, the pain robbing him of patience.
The blond man steps out from the shadows, his robe thin and loosely tied showing just the hints of the whipcord body underneath. His hair is long and loose over his shoulders, softening the endlessly shadowed face.
Kurogane watches him approach the bed, moves slow and seductive. There’s something sensual in the silence between them, something more than usual.
Fai’s hands are still, thin, so very fragile looking, at his sides.
“No.” He says in a clear, strong voice that stops the mage in his tracks. The thin hands flutter, and then close into fists. A new tension enters the thin frame and Kurogane internally curses the idiot mage and his ability to misinterpret something as simple as this.
He gets up, the damn arm, that’s no longer there damn it, hurting like a bitch and crosses over to the still mage. The eye-patch is dark like a sin on his face, obscuring so much of his expression and yet giving so much away. This new, imperfect Fai tries less to hide what he feels, shows more of himself, thinking the eye-patch will hide it for him.
Kurogane tangles his fingers into the soft, blond locks and makes Fai look him in the eye, waiting patiently till Fai stops avoiding eye contact.
“It was my choice. And I would do it all over again if I had to. There’s no need to pay me back.” He states firmly, and then leans down to kiss the pale lips that seem to be permanently turned down now.
It’s barely a real kiss, just a brush of lips, barely a hint of tongue to catch the taste, and then he pushes the blond out of his room.
“Idiot mage.” He mutters wearily setting himself back into bed.
Kurogane/Fai
PG
Marks
Kurogane watches the Vampire watch the sunset. He’s still. So utterly, deathly still it makes the Ninja feel uneasy. The last rays of sunlight light up the blond hair, making Fai look gentle and fragile on the background of the massive window. But there was nothing gentle about the mage for a while now.
Kurogane misses it.
The darkness falls and Fai keeps standing in front of the window. Kurogane knows that his Vampire sight enables him to see in the dark. Just like he knows that Fai is no longer watching the view but his own reflection in the dark glass.
Kurogane doesn’t say a word. He was never one for words, and he has long since learned that Fai never discloses more than absolutely necessary, and rarely anything personal.
“Have you noticed?” Fai asks, not looking away from the dark glass. “How my skin never bruises? There are no marks on my body, no bruises, no scars.”
The Ninja stays quiet for a long time sensing that Fai isn’t really talking to him at the moment.
“Does it bother you?” He asks finally, when Fai seems to have lost the track of his thought.
The mage is perfectly still.
“He said I would never be marked by any other man but him.”
Kurogane thinks about the tattoo the witch took, about the mage’s broken wish and he doesn’t have to ask who the ‘he’ is. There’s only ever one person on Fai’s mind. He thinks of the changes being a vampire has brought on Fai’s body.
“Idiot.” He says gently, coming close to the mage and standing directly behind him. “It’s not about the marks your body carries.” He places the artificial arm against the glass with an odd, muffled thunk no living flesh is capable of. “It’s about the marks you leave on other people’s souls.”
He pulls back, the mechanical fingers skimming gently over the dark cloth of Fai’s eye-patch.
Both of them pretend not to see the dampness of the blond mans cheeks.
Fai, Kurogane
PG
Reflection
Kurogane watched the slim back, the longish blond hair swaying gently in the breeze and didn’t move. The blood and gore all around the mage didn’t really bother him much. In his times as a Ninja, he had seen a lot of death.
But there was something disturbing about the way Fai just stood there, motionlessly, his nails changed into long and sharp blades, lazily dripping blood.
Blood.
It was everywhere. On the grass, on the surrounding trees, even on the normally pristine coat. It spattered the white fur in almost artistic patterns. Kurogane watched the still mage carefully, a part of him that was purely a creature of strength, finding it oddly attractive, while the other, more sane one, worried about the kids.
The princess was still unconscious, which was for the better, and the kid was pale and staring, his own injuries looking more than horrible.
Just a few minutes ago, they were hopelessly outnumbered and outgunned, for once being attacked by an enemy that knew what strategy was. Kurogane was a fierce warrior, a dangerous one, but even he couldn’t defeat an army.
The blond shifted, his coat, now heavy with blood, flapped gently around his ankles and his hair fell over the garishly colorful eye-patch. His single visible eye was now half closed, blue color darkening into shadowed darkness. There was an almost gentle, wistful expression on his face.
He raised his hand watching the elongated nails and the blood that dripped from them sluggishly. The countless bodies around him didn’t really seem to bother him. Kurogane watched as the mage gingerly licked, with the tip of his pale tongue, at the blood.
“Fai-san.” Whispered Syaoran, staring shell shocked at the display of cruelty before him.
A whole army decimated within minutes. Ruthlessly, efficiently... and not without pleasure.
Kurogane raised his hand to stop the kid.
He saw the odd half smile on Fai’s face as the blond surveyed the carnage, the bloodied tip of his finger still at his lips.
“No.” Kurogane said calmly. “Not Fai.”
The black Ninja stood up from the ground, the fever making him dizzy.
He watched the blonde man open his eyes and watch him in return, eyes half lidded and holding so many secrets Kurogane could not even start to understand. The mage smiled, a tiny smirk in the corner of his mouth.
“Ashura-oh.” Kurogane said calmly, his voice as steady as his hand on Souhi.
A gasp from the kid, and a small inclination of the blond head was the only reaction he got. Kurogane watched the different, more sensual form. Seen the different kind of stillness before, the lack of typical jittering that defined the mage.
Unlike the usual Fai, this one didn’t lie with smiles or words. His single eye was steady, soft and almost dreamy, gleaming with a kind of power the idiot mage simply wasn’t capable of.
“Do you really think I would have let him die in a place like this?” The voice was gentle, melodic, and his face almost soft as he looked at the hundreds of corpses of soldiers torn apart with viciousness and cruelty the worst monsters in Nihon weren’t capable of.
“Leave him alone, damn king. He’s suffered enough because of you.” Growled the Ninja, never once looking away from the terrifyingly gentle face.
The blond only smiled that enigmatic smile, but his eye was darker now. Sad somehow.
“I wanted to free him from his curse, but it seems I have become it instead.”
Kurogane watched as the single visible eye rolled back and the thin frame crumpled to the ground with a soft sigh.
Damn the idiot mage, and his inability to let go.
I decided to name this series of ficelets/drabbles: Mirrors, so it’s officially Mirrors part 2
Spoilers – like woah, everything probably.
This series is a little AU-ish, I decided that after the party ended up at Tomoyo’s, Fai was still a wreck and did not realize that he wants to live. Oh, and Fai retains some of his magic here.
Kurogane/Fai
PG
Care
He watches the damn mage flirt, watches the casual smiles, the small touches, and the predatory look in the young man’s eyes.
The alcohol slides smoothly down his throat; his eyes following the idiot mage as he smiles seductively and stands to leave the room.
He’s careful not to break the glass he’s holding as the blond looks at him, and his only visible, quicksilver eye seems to ask: do you see this?
He stands up.
It’s a matter of seconds to catch up with the pair, one push and the young man is slammed into the wall with a satisfying thump. He looks up, ready to fight and then catches sight of the huge, looming form of the black Ninja and reconsiders.
Kurogane snorts. Really, no one ever bothers to stand up to him anymore.
The young man scrambles away, but Kurogane only watches the tall blonde, cursing the eye-patch for what it represents and what it hides.
“That was uncalled for, Kurogane.” His full name on those pale lips sounds so wrong, but the ninja won’t be distracted.
“Idiot mage.” He hisses angrily.
“It’s not your business.” The blond states calmly, coldly, with an unfamiliar edge of malice to his voice. Ever since he was turned into a Vampire, he changed. Or maybe only the masks fell away.
“I don’t care who you sleep with” The Ninja growls. “I don’t care as long as it’s something you want. Be it for comfort, loneliness or simple pleasure. But don’t expect me to just sit and watch you hurt yourself out of some kind misguided guilt.”
With that he walks away, angry and disgusted, not seeing the wide eyed look and the pale face of the mage staring at him with shock.
Kurogane/Fai
PG-13
Rejection
The room is dark and still; the air is moist and filled with the scent of sakura blossoms. Even though he no longer has his arm, it still hurts, driving him insane, making it impossible to sleep.
Kurogane watches the dark shape in the corner of his room watch him, just like it did for hours already.
“Are you going to do something, or just stare at me till the morning?” He asks finally, the pain robbing him of patience.
The blond man steps out from the shadows, his robe thin and loosely tied showing just the hints of the whipcord body underneath. His hair is long and loose over his shoulders, softening the endlessly shadowed face.
Kurogane watches him approach the bed, moves slow and seductive. There’s something sensual in the silence between them, something more than usual.
Fai’s hands are still, thin, so very fragile looking, at his sides.
“No.” He says in a clear, strong voice that stops the mage in his tracks. The thin hands flutter, and then close into fists. A new tension enters the thin frame and Kurogane internally curses the idiot mage and his ability to misinterpret something as simple as this.
He gets up, the damn arm, that’s no longer there damn it, hurting like a bitch and crosses over to the still mage. The eye-patch is dark like a sin on his face, obscuring so much of his expression and yet giving so much away. This new, imperfect Fai tries less to hide what he feels, shows more of himself, thinking the eye-patch will hide it for him.
Kurogane tangles his fingers into the soft, blond locks and makes Fai look him in the eye, waiting patiently till Fai stops avoiding eye contact.
“It was my choice. And I would do it all over again if I had to. There’s no need to pay me back.” He states firmly, and then leans down to kiss the pale lips that seem to be permanently turned down now.
It’s barely a real kiss, just a brush of lips, barely a hint of tongue to catch the taste, and then he pushes the blond out of his room.
“Idiot mage.” He mutters wearily setting himself back into bed.
Kurogane/Fai
PG
Marks
Kurogane watches the Vampire watch the sunset. He’s still. So utterly, deathly still it makes the Ninja feel uneasy. The last rays of sunlight light up the blond hair, making Fai look gentle and fragile on the background of the massive window. But there was nothing gentle about the mage for a while now.
Kurogane misses it.
The darkness falls and Fai keeps standing in front of the window. Kurogane knows that his Vampire sight enables him to see in the dark. Just like he knows that Fai is no longer watching the view but his own reflection in the dark glass.
Kurogane doesn’t say a word. He was never one for words, and he has long since learned that Fai never discloses more than absolutely necessary, and rarely anything personal.
“Have you noticed?” Fai asks, not looking away from the dark glass. “How my skin never bruises? There are no marks on my body, no bruises, no scars.”
The Ninja stays quiet for a long time sensing that Fai isn’t really talking to him at the moment.
“Does it bother you?” He asks finally, when Fai seems to have lost the track of his thought.
The mage is perfectly still.
“He said I would never be marked by any other man but him.”
Kurogane thinks about the tattoo the witch took, about the mage’s broken wish and he doesn’t have to ask who the ‘he’ is. There’s only ever one person on Fai’s mind. He thinks of the changes being a vampire has brought on Fai’s body.
“Idiot.” He says gently, coming close to the mage and standing directly behind him. “It’s not about the marks your body carries.” He places the artificial arm against the glass with an odd, muffled thunk no living flesh is capable of. “It’s about the marks you leave on other people’s souls.”
He pulls back, the mechanical fingers skimming gently over the dark cloth of Fai’s eye-patch.
Both of them pretend not to see the dampness of the blond mans cheeks.
Fai, Kurogane
PG
Reflection
Kurogane watched the slim back, the longish blond hair swaying gently in the breeze and didn’t move. The blood and gore all around the mage didn’t really bother him much. In his times as a Ninja, he had seen a lot of death.
But there was something disturbing about the way Fai just stood there, motionlessly, his nails changed into long and sharp blades, lazily dripping blood.
Blood.
It was everywhere. On the grass, on the surrounding trees, even on the normally pristine coat. It spattered the white fur in almost artistic patterns. Kurogane watched the still mage carefully, a part of him that was purely a creature of strength, finding it oddly attractive, while the other, more sane one, worried about the kids.
The princess was still unconscious, which was for the better, and the kid was pale and staring, his own injuries looking more than horrible.
Just a few minutes ago, they were hopelessly outnumbered and outgunned, for once being attacked by an enemy that knew what strategy was. Kurogane was a fierce warrior, a dangerous one, but even he couldn’t defeat an army.
The blond shifted, his coat, now heavy with blood, flapped gently around his ankles and his hair fell over the garishly colorful eye-patch. His single visible eye was now half closed, blue color darkening into shadowed darkness. There was an almost gentle, wistful expression on his face.
He raised his hand watching the elongated nails and the blood that dripped from them sluggishly. The countless bodies around him didn’t really seem to bother him. Kurogane watched as the mage gingerly licked, with the tip of his pale tongue, at the blood.
“Fai-san.” Whispered Syaoran, staring shell shocked at the display of cruelty before him.
A whole army decimated within minutes. Ruthlessly, efficiently... and not without pleasure.
Kurogane raised his hand to stop the kid.
He saw the odd half smile on Fai’s face as the blond surveyed the carnage, the bloodied tip of his finger still at his lips.
“No.” Kurogane said calmly. “Not Fai.”
The black Ninja stood up from the ground, the fever making him dizzy.
He watched the blonde man open his eyes and watch him in return, eyes half lidded and holding so many secrets Kurogane could not even start to understand. The mage smiled, a tiny smirk in the corner of his mouth.
“Ashura-oh.” Kurogane said calmly, his voice as steady as his hand on Souhi.
A gasp from the kid, and a small inclination of the blond head was the only reaction he got. Kurogane watched the different, more sensual form. Seen the different kind of stillness before, the lack of typical jittering that defined the mage.
Unlike the usual Fai, this one didn’t lie with smiles or words. His single eye was steady, soft and almost dreamy, gleaming with a kind of power the idiot mage simply wasn’t capable of.
“Do you really think I would have let him die in a place like this?” The voice was gentle, melodic, and his face almost soft as he looked at the hundreds of corpses of soldiers torn apart with viciousness and cruelty the worst monsters in Nihon weren’t capable of.
“Leave him alone, damn king. He’s suffered enough because of you.” Growled the Ninja, never once looking away from the terrifyingly gentle face.
The blond only smiled that enigmatic smile, but his eye was darker now. Sad somehow.
“I wanted to free him from his curse, but it seems I have become it instead.”
Kurogane watched as the single visible eye rolled back and the thin frame crumpled to the ground with a soft sigh.
Damn the idiot mage, and his inability to let go.
