Complete Badasses. [Fanfic]
Title: Complete Badasses
Fandom: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle
Genre: CRACK/silliness.
Summary: After the end of Tsubasa, Kurogane and Fai ponder that one great question - Who or what could possibly be more badass than them?
Notes: Stupidity, footnotes and flanderization, ahoy! Don't take it too seriously.
Disclaimer: If I was CLAMP, I wouldn't write anything this silly.
Words: 235
"You know..." Fai D. Fluorite was lying languidly on a longer, casually sipping a Piña Colada, bedecked in a mid-riff baring t-shirt and, in an uncharacteristic display of bad taste, questionable clothing choice and possible insanity, bermuda shorts.*
"We're complete badasses." Kurogane paused in his attempt to evaporate the chlorinated pool simply by glaring.
"What?"
"Badasses. So badass, in fact, that our powers combined broke Fei Wang Reend's monocle."**
Comprehension dawned. Kurogane nodded and smiled, looking about as pleased as someone squinting against the sun could.
"But!" Fai D. Fluorite downed a Margarita and placed the glass next to the ones from all his previous cocktails, adjusting his sunglasses.
"But?" The over-dressed ninja scowled.
"Can Kuro-sama make a guy explode just by throwing him?"***
"WHAT?!?" Fai D. Fluorite took advantage of Kurogane's consternation to use his surprisingly strong noodle-arms to shove him into the pool with all his might, before jumping in after him.
Kurogane doggy-paddled soggily to the edge of the pool while Fai D. Fluorite circled him doing the breast-stroke.
-This is a segue-
On returning and finding the pile of soaking clothes by the pool, Syaoran just sighed.
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*The repulsive nature of bermuda shorts is a truth that holds constant across the multiverse.
**Long speculated, and by the most astute mind of our age, no less, to be both the source of his power and lifeforce. (Why do you think most classic villians wear one?)
*** 0:33
Fandom: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle
Genre: CRACK/silliness.
Summary: After the end of Tsubasa, Kurogane and Fai ponder that one great question - Who or what could possibly be more badass than them?
Notes: Stupidity, footnotes and flanderization, ahoy! Don't take it too seriously.
Disclaimer: If I was CLAMP, I wouldn't write anything this silly.
Words: 235
"You know..." Fai D. Fluorite was lying languidly on a longer, casually sipping a Piña Colada, bedecked in a mid-riff baring t-shirt and, in an uncharacteristic display of bad taste, questionable clothing choice and possible insanity, bermuda shorts.*
"We're complete badasses." Kurogane paused in his attempt to evaporate the chlorinated pool simply by glaring.
"What?"
"Badasses. So badass, in fact, that our powers combined broke Fei Wang Reend's monocle."**
Comprehension dawned. Kurogane nodded and smiled, looking about as pleased as someone squinting against the sun could.
"But!" Fai D. Fluorite downed a Margarita and placed the glass next to the ones from all his previous cocktails, adjusting his sunglasses.
"But?" The over-dressed ninja scowled.
"Can Kuro-sama make a guy explode just by throwing him?"***
"WHAT?!?" Fai D. Fluorite took advantage of Kurogane's consternation to use his surprisingly strong noodle-arms to shove him into the pool with all his might, before jumping in after him.
Kurogane doggy-paddled soggily to the edge of the pool while Fai D. Fluorite circled him doing the breast-stroke.
-This is a segue-
On returning and finding the pile of soaking clothes by the pool, Syaoran just sighed.
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*The repulsive nature of bermuda shorts is a truth that holds constant across the multiverse.
**Long speculated, and by the most astute mind of our age, no less, to be both the source of his power and lifeforce. (Why do you think most classic villians wear one?)
*** 0:33