Friction always practiced on Saturday evenings. It had become a weekly Delta Alpha Phi tradition by that time; pledges had to clear out the living room and make sure the kegs of beer were full every Saturday morning.  Kurogane never had to deal with it, he was always at practice. But he had come to expect that when he returned he’d have to dodge ( Read more... )

 
“Just where the hell have you been?” were the first words he was greeted with. He had been hoping to sneak through the door and into bed without being noticed, but then again this was Kurogane he was dealing with. He wasn’t particularly surprised.

“Just giving someone a ride home, Kuro-tan,” he grinned and gave a small shrug. “Didn’t I tell you?”

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It was hard giving directions when he was seeing double of everything. But at least the car ride was smooth.

“Are you sure this is where you live, Kuro-nye?” the singer practically laid on top of him to gaze out the window, his nose wrinkled in disapproval and his breath was fogging the glass. Kurogane noticed he smelled strongly of vodka and ( Read more... )

After nearly an hour backstage, Kurogane thought he might understand the reason that his other self didn’t mind such a lifestyle.

The full bar in the suite was astounding!

He could still hear the music, though it was distorted, echoed, and mixed with the vague thunder of screaming, stomping crowds. But it was still pleasant.

Every once in a while ( Read more... )

There in the darkness, with the voices of thousands of eager onlookers screaming in anticipation, he lowered the hood of his sweatshirt for the first time since leaving the house. The air was stifling and smelled strongly of sweat and women’s perfume. The stage lights before him pulsed steadily in a dull yellow, the electric buzz of the giant ( Read more... )

The squeaky floorboard gave him away every time. He could be perfectly silent, tiptoeing into the room, doing his best not to disturb the two men sleeping on the floor amidst the pile of blankets. They couldn’t afford beds for any of them, and now that it was getting colder here, they all just shared the pile of blankets in the center of the room. ( Read more... )

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Title: Friction2  or Friction[Squared]
Pairing(s): Kurogane/Fai with slight hints of other things too
Story Rating: Mature
Story Status: Work in Progress
Word Count: 12,124+ and counting...
Disclaimer: If I were CLAMP, this would not be called fanfiction. But this is called fanfiction, so obviously that means I own nothing but the keyboard I'm writing ( Read more... )

“They’re still out there,” Sakura panted, leaning against the front door she had just practically slammed shut, her arms loaded with bags from the market and her bangs plastered to her forehead.

“Still?” a single black eyebrow arched in slight curiosity, but he did not so much as raise his eyes to look at her. He seemed to be rather content and ( Read more... )