[Fanfic] Merry Christmas, nekokoban!
Fandom: Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle
Characters: Fay, Kurogane, Sakura, Syaoran, Mokona
Pairings: None, although my Fay is kind of gay.
Notes: nekokoban asked for the family of four being happy, possibly with snow. This is the first time I've attempted Tsubasa fic, and it kind of meanders around without really having a point.
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They landed in the snow with a soft plop, and the next thing he knew Fay was up to his knees in damp white powder.
"COLD!" shrieked Mokona, flying to his itself in his hood.
Sakura looked around in wonder while Syaoran helped her to her feet. Kurogane stood like a tall, affronted stick, almost comical in his dignity while sinking into snow.
The sun shone brightly overhead, although it did nothing to ease the cold. Fay suspected they were on the side of some kind of mountain.
"There's a cottage over there," said Fay, pointing. "Shall we?" Kurogane gave him a suspicious look, which he responded to with a sunny smile.
The cottage was devoid of life. From the thick layer of dust covering the inside, it had not been inhabited for a very long time. Sticks and dry grass spoke of it having previously been occupied by some kind of small animals, but it was empty now.
They walked outside the cottage and stared down the mountainside. Pure white greeted Fay's eyes, with the occasion dot of evergreens leading down to the frozen blue of a lake.
There was no sign of a village. No smoke littered the horizon. They appeared to be alone in the world.
Kurogane snorted in disgust. "I'm going to climb higher," he said, shortly.
Fay let him go. After he had walked a few metres away, Fay reached into the snow, hissing silently at the cold, and rolled it into a loose ball.
It hit the back of Kurogane's head with a light paf.
He roared and swung around. Fay smiled angelically at him. "What's wrong, Kuro-pii?"
Sakura giggled softly.
Fay twirled happily in the snow and flopped onto his back, rubbing his arms up and down in glee.
Mokona screamed and flew out of his hood.
He sat up, fighting back laughter. "Sorry, sorry!" he said, flapping a hand desperately. "I forgot you were there."
Mokona flew to Sakura, who held it close and made soothing noises.
Fay got to his feet and shook his cloak out quickly. "Look, Princess," he said, pointing at the imprint he'd left on the snow bank. "Snow angel."
Sakura walked over to look closer, hugging her arms around herself to combat the cold.
Fay rubbed his hands together quickly. "Well, shall we begin?"
"Begin what?" asked Syaoran, with completely undeserved suspicion.
"We're not going to get down the mountain before dark," he said, with a shrug, "so we should start by gathering some firewood and dusting out the cottage so we can stay here tonight. Maybe if we get it done quickly we can have some fun."
By the time Kurogane found them again, the cottage was almost dust-free and they had a merry little fire going in the fireplace.
"Kuro-puu, we missed you!" Fay fluted, attempting to greet him with a bear hug that was deftly avoided. "Did you find anything?"
"Nothing," said Kurogane. "No sign of any feathers, either." He raised an eyebrow at the snow fort and little round models of Mokona scattered around the cottage, but said nothing.
"I see," said Fay. "Well, I'm sure it will turn up. We have a fire," he said, pointing. "You should come in, it's warm inside."
Kurogane grunted, but followed Fay into the cottage regardless.
They found some blankets and a thick fur coat in a closet which Kurogane insisted they give to Sakura.
"Kuro-pii is a chauvinist!" said Fay, gleefully.
He grinned as Kurogane spluttered and yelled and tried to defend himself.
They managed to make a rough meal out of some bread, dried meat and fruit from the previous world, a pot and some melted snow.
They talked for a while, exchanging stories from their various homelands. The fire had burned down quite low by the time they fell into companionable silence.
Sakura had fallen asleep on Syaoran's shoulder. When Kurogane said that Sakura should take the single bed in the cottage, he didn't even have to say anything. The death glare Kurogane shot him told him everything.
Syaoran took up a position on the single chair beside her, stroking her hair gently.
Fay pulled his cloak closer around himself, and let sleep take him over.
He was awoken just after dawn by Kurogane shaking his shoulder roughly. "What is it?"
Kurogane pointed at Mokona, who appeared to be asleep in front of the fire. "It woke me up a couple of minutes ago."
"A feather?" he said, struggling to a sitting position.
A nod. "There's something outside," said Kurogane, glancing towards the window. It appeared to be completely white outside.
The wind was howling a gale, and he could hear snow slipping and falling off the roof. "It sounds like a snow storm," he said.
Syaoran had fallen asleep leaning over the bed next to Sakura.
Kurogane followed his line of vision. "I think we can handle this ourselves," he said, gruffly.
Fay kissed him on the cheek teasingly. "You're so sweet."
Kurogane shook him off and stalked towards the door.
The snowstorm outside felt wrong, somehow. "I don't think this is natural," he said to Kurogane, then repeated it in a much louder voice. "I'm sensing the feather from the middle of the storm."
Kurogane muttered something unpleasant, then set off into the blinding snow.
It was not an easy journey. He judged they were about halfway to the feather when the snow around them shifted and melded into misshapen snow monsters.
The fight was long and hard and very, very cold. It was hard to see Kurogane's black-clad form amongst all the flying white. Each step was like walking through - well, like walking through very thick snow.
Which was why the two of them fell over when the snow storm suddenly... stopped.
Fay picked himself up out of the snow. Beside him, Kurogane did the same. They appeared to be in a clearing, if snow storms had clearings.
"What are you doing here?" said the little white-haired girl in the centre of the circle. Her tone was conversational, but her eyes were dark and cold and unforgiving.
"We're looking for something," said Fay, cheerfully. "A feather. You haven't seen it, have you?"
The girl's expression darkened. "You can't have it. It's mine."
"It belongs to a friend of ours," Fay explained. "Are you sure we can't have it?"
"No!" the girl screamed. "If I have power then other people will like me!"
"But there's nobody here," said Fay. "It doesn't seem like anybody has been here for years."
"When I showed the old man how much power I had he went away," said the girl. "I tried to make him stay but that just made him more determined to leave."
Kurogane took a few steps closer to her. "Humans are very easily influenced by power," he said, gently. "It doesn't take a lot to scare them away."
"I just wanted him to notice me," she said, looking at the ground. "But he ran away."
Kurogane walked over to stand in front of her. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, he gathered her up into a hug. "Maybe if you stop the snow he will come back," he said.
The little girl melted - literally. After a moment, there was nothing left but a feather, slowly drifting to the ground.
"Not a word," said Kurogane, gruffly.
"I wasn't going to say a thing," said Fay, innocently. "What did you mean, stop the snow, though?"
"The mountain shouldn't have this much snow on it," said Kurogane. "Look at the sun. It's summer here."
Fay shaded his eyes to glance at the sun. He shivered. "Let's go back inside," said Fay. "It's still cold here."
They woke Syaoran and Sakura to hand over the feather. Syaoran seemed rather taken aback that Kurogane and Fay had done this for them without waking him.
"We're a team now, right?" said Fay, cheerfully. "And besides, you looked too peaceful to wake."
When they walked outside again, Fay took the opportunity to start a group snowball fight. Some things were just too good to miss.
END
Characters: Fay, Kurogane, Sakura, Syaoran, Mokona
Pairings: None, although my Fay is kind of gay.
Notes: nekokoban asked for the family of four being happy, possibly with snow. This is the first time I've attempted Tsubasa fic, and it kind of meanders around without really having a point.
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They landed in the snow with a soft plop, and the next thing he knew Fay was up to his knees in damp white powder.
"COLD!" shrieked Mokona, flying to his itself in his hood.
Sakura looked around in wonder while Syaoran helped her to her feet. Kurogane stood like a tall, affronted stick, almost comical in his dignity while sinking into snow.
The sun shone brightly overhead, although it did nothing to ease the cold. Fay suspected they were on the side of some kind of mountain.
"There's a cottage over there," said Fay, pointing. "Shall we?" Kurogane gave him a suspicious look, which he responded to with a sunny smile.
The cottage was devoid of life. From the thick layer of dust covering the inside, it had not been inhabited for a very long time. Sticks and dry grass spoke of it having previously been occupied by some kind of small animals, but it was empty now.
They walked outside the cottage and stared down the mountainside. Pure white greeted Fay's eyes, with the occasion dot of evergreens leading down to the frozen blue of a lake.
There was no sign of a village. No smoke littered the horizon. They appeared to be alone in the world.
Kurogane snorted in disgust. "I'm going to climb higher," he said, shortly.
Fay let him go. After he had walked a few metres away, Fay reached into the snow, hissing silently at the cold, and rolled it into a loose ball.
It hit the back of Kurogane's head with a light paf.
He roared and swung around. Fay smiled angelically at him. "What's wrong, Kuro-pii?"
Sakura giggled softly.
Fay twirled happily in the snow and flopped onto his back, rubbing his arms up and down in glee.
Mokona screamed and flew out of his hood.
He sat up, fighting back laughter. "Sorry, sorry!" he said, flapping a hand desperately. "I forgot you were there."
Mokona flew to Sakura, who held it close and made soothing noises.
Fay got to his feet and shook his cloak out quickly. "Look, Princess," he said, pointing at the imprint he'd left on the snow bank. "Snow angel."
Sakura walked over to look closer, hugging her arms around herself to combat the cold.
Fay rubbed his hands together quickly. "Well, shall we begin?"
"Begin what?" asked Syaoran, with completely undeserved suspicion.
"We're not going to get down the mountain before dark," he said, with a shrug, "so we should start by gathering some firewood and dusting out the cottage so we can stay here tonight. Maybe if we get it done quickly we can have some fun."
By the time Kurogane found them again, the cottage was almost dust-free and they had a merry little fire going in the fireplace.
"Kuro-puu, we missed you!" Fay fluted, attempting to greet him with a bear hug that was deftly avoided. "Did you find anything?"
"Nothing," said Kurogane. "No sign of any feathers, either." He raised an eyebrow at the snow fort and little round models of Mokona scattered around the cottage, but said nothing.
"I see," said Fay. "Well, I'm sure it will turn up. We have a fire," he said, pointing. "You should come in, it's warm inside."
Kurogane grunted, but followed Fay into the cottage regardless.
They found some blankets and a thick fur coat in a closet which Kurogane insisted they give to Sakura.
"Kuro-pii is a chauvinist!" said Fay, gleefully.
He grinned as Kurogane spluttered and yelled and tried to defend himself.
They managed to make a rough meal out of some bread, dried meat and fruit from the previous world, a pot and some melted snow.
They talked for a while, exchanging stories from their various homelands. The fire had burned down quite low by the time they fell into companionable silence.
Sakura had fallen asleep on Syaoran's shoulder. When Kurogane said that Sakura should take the single bed in the cottage, he didn't even have to say anything. The death glare Kurogane shot him told him everything.
Syaoran took up a position on the single chair beside her, stroking her hair gently.
Fay pulled his cloak closer around himself, and let sleep take him over.
He was awoken just after dawn by Kurogane shaking his shoulder roughly. "What is it?"
Kurogane pointed at Mokona, who appeared to be asleep in front of the fire. "It woke me up a couple of minutes ago."
"A feather?" he said, struggling to a sitting position.
A nod. "There's something outside," said Kurogane, glancing towards the window. It appeared to be completely white outside.
The wind was howling a gale, and he could hear snow slipping and falling off the roof. "It sounds like a snow storm," he said.
Syaoran had fallen asleep leaning over the bed next to Sakura.
Kurogane followed his line of vision. "I think we can handle this ourselves," he said, gruffly.
Fay kissed him on the cheek teasingly. "You're so sweet."
Kurogane shook him off and stalked towards the door.
The snowstorm outside felt wrong, somehow. "I don't think this is natural," he said to Kurogane, then repeated it in a much louder voice. "I'm sensing the feather from the middle of the storm."
Kurogane muttered something unpleasant, then set off into the blinding snow.
It was not an easy journey. He judged they were about halfway to the feather when the snow around them shifted and melded into misshapen snow monsters.
The fight was long and hard and very, very cold. It was hard to see Kurogane's black-clad form amongst all the flying white. Each step was like walking through - well, like walking through very thick snow.
Which was why the two of them fell over when the snow storm suddenly... stopped.
Fay picked himself up out of the snow. Beside him, Kurogane did the same. They appeared to be in a clearing, if snow storms had clearings.
"What are you doing here?" said the little white-haired girl in the centre of the circle. Her tone was conversational, but her eyes were dark and cold and unforgiving.
"We're looking for something," said Fay, cheerfully. "A feather. You haven't seen it, have you?"
The girl's expression darkened. "You can't have it. It's mine."
"It belongs to a friend of ours," Fay explained. "Are you sure we can't have it?"
"No!" the girl screamed. "If I have power then other people will like me!"
"But there's nobody here," said Fay. "It doesn't seem like anybody has been here for years."
"When I showed the old man how much power I had he went away," said the girl. "I tried to make him stay but that just made him more determined to leave."
Kurogane took a few steps closer to her. "Humans are very easily influenced by power," he said, gently. "It doesn't take a lot to scare them away."
"I just wanted him to notice me," she said, looking at the ground. "But he ran away."
Kurogane walked over to stand in front of her. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, he gathered her up into a hug. "Maybe if you stop the snow he will come back," he said.
The little girl melted - literally. After a moment, there was nothing left but a feather, slowly drifting to the ground.
"Not a word," said Kurogane, gruffly.
"I wasn't going to say a thing," said Fay, innocently. "What did you mean, stop the snow, though?"
"The mountain shouldn't have this much snow on it," said Kurogane. "Look at the sun. It's summer here."
Fay shaded his eyes to glance at the sun. He shivered. "Let's go back inside," said Fay. "It's still cold here."
They woke Syaoran and Sakura to hand over the feather. Syaoran seemed rather taken aback that Kurogane and Fay had done this for them without waking him.
"We're a team now, right?" said Fay, cheerfully. "And besides, you looked too peaceful to wake."
When they walked outside again, Fay took the opportunity to start a group snowball fight. Some things were just too good to miss.
END