and i wished you held me forever
Ookay, so I got some muse last night and -of course- it's all angst and emotions, because that's what I'm good at :D; At least I like to think so I'm still spazzing over the KuroxFainess that is Chapter 124/125, so excuse me ~ 8D;
Title: Blind
Fandom: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle
Characters/Pairing: Fai/Kurogane
Genre: Angst and more angst~
Word Count: 496
Rating: PG-13 >>;
Date Written: Aug 08, 06
Disclaimer: I don't own Tsubasa RC or KuroxFai. I'm just a fangirl.. fangirling :D;
BEWARE, this ficlet/drabble spoils the goodness that is chapter 125, so please don't read it and go I'mmasmackab*tch! if you haven't read up to chapter 125 8D
He held him close, muscles tense and ready to move if necessary, as rage boiled his insides, as fear and worry ate at his heart. Kurogane kept his hands on him, supporting the man and -in turn- reassuring himself that he will not just disappear as the little princess did before. He stepped even closer to the blond, protective and defensive. Fingers twitched as soft locks tickled the calloused palm gently, and he buried his fingers even deeper in his hair, unconsciously finding some comfort in the sensation it provided.
Stupid mage.
The wheels in his head were turning at full speed as he tried to wrap his mind around what Yuuko was calmly explaining; what she was asking of him and what he had pay this time. He could hear Fai panting, erratic breaths painfully taken as he suffered the pain with each heart throb and the blond wished for it all to just stop.
It hurt.
His whole body felt numb while his left eye burned and screamed; the pain was much greater for Fai to register as he laid still in Kurogane's arms, two large hands bringing life back, painfully, to whichever area they touched. Air stuck in his throat and he gasped, pain flaring even more, and his eye widened open while the other lid stayed closed, swollen shut over a hole that nothing could ever fill again.
He took another shaky breath as his body shivered, sweat breaking out all over his body as cold washed over him. Fai tried to listen to what the witch of dimensions was saying, but found himself zoning in and out as the pain increased, barely able to make a few words but successful in understanding what she had in mind.
No. No.
A croaked out plea was met with a roar, and Fai silently resigned to his fate, resigned to his wish, letting his eye drift shut as black spots danced before him. Graceful footsteps were heard as someone approached him and Fai furrowed his eyebrows, attempting to concentrate on what was going on, on who was around him; on anything that was not the sickening pain that made him shudder.
One of the warm hands was removed and he struggled to open his eye, which snapped open once a drop of thick liquid splashed against his dry tongue. He could see the blood dripping down a tanned wrist, and suddenly the coppery taste registered as Fai swallowed the vital fluid of two different lives.
He gasped.
It burned his throat as it slickly trickled down, and he felt the other hand push him up a bit further, one of his shoulders coming to rest on something solid, something warm. Fingers caressed his scalp and Fai screwed his eye shut as more blood moistened his tongue, his mind whirling and body on fire.
And despite of the remaining blue eye, Fai was certain of one thing...
it was just as blind to what may come.
[EDIT] Nyu, another drabble written, how aweshome not 8D
Title: Involved
Fandom: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle
Characters/Pairing: Fai/Kurogane, mentions of Syaoran and Sakura
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 709
Rating: PG-13
Date Written: Aug 09, 06
Disclaimer: I don't own Tsubasa RC or KuroxFai. I'm just a fangirl.. fangirling :D;
BEWARE, this ficlet/drabble spoils the goodness that is chapter 125, so please don't read it and go I'mmasmackab*tch! if you haven't read up to chapter 125 8D
His fingers gently ran random patterns on the dark red scarf, a blue eye watching as the fabric moved and followed the digits' direction. Fai rested his head lazily on one arm, his lips slightly parted as he breathed rhythmically, only to blow softly at the scarf sometimes, a dull eye watching it trying to escape his failed whistle.
A sigh escaped him, and Fai let his eye drift shut, familiar scent tickling his nostrils as he pulled the scarf closer, and long fingers longed to rip through it as old rage started to boil his insides once again. He breathed in again and the smell nearly choked him, subduing the rage but causing tears to bicker in the back of his sole eye.
The fabric was smooth, cool beneath his fingertips but it sent waves of hot guilt to burn his heart. Long digits curled to make a tight fist, taking hold of the scarf and lifting it up and he ready to toss it out of his way, get rid of that sickeningly familiar scent.
He could not.
The mage lowered his arm, holding the piece of cloth to his chest. It was a month after it happened that the scarf was purchased, a month after he had turned into a creature that fed on the one he loved and that scarf was only there to cover the tracks of a crime he committed each day, of a survival act that he could never get used to, of love, hate, angst, rage and guilt.
He hated him for what he did, for what he wished, and he hated her for making it come true, for granting him what stole away and ruined his future. And he couldn't stop loving him, despite of all that happened, despite of his own wishes. Here he was, once again, bounded and chained against his will, forced on another situation by someone else despite of his kicks and screams.
It was the look on the two kids' faces that resulted in Kurogane's constantly worn scarf; Sakura's eyes were huge and round everytime she caught the sight of the two small punctures in the warrior's neck, and later on she avoided looking at him; awkward and embarrassed about her own reactions to their new reality. Syaoran tried to take it in as the young man he was rapidly developing into, but there were moments where he stared, awestruck and disbelieving.
Kurogane rarely took off that scarf, anymore, and it only succeeded in increasing the weight of guilt on the broad shoulders of Fai, who watched his prey hide behind long collars and a red scarf, and he was no longer able to look at him like he once did but no matter how much Fai ignored him, Kurogane was always around, whether it was to offer his daily drink or to only be there for him.
It was not supposed to happen this way.
This was not his wish.
A warm hand massaged his small back, and Fai felt the bed dip as a weight settled next to him. He took a deep a breath before turned to his side, a smile plastered on his face as a single blue eye stared into a pair of red ones, the hand coming to rest on one naked hip. His small grin never wavered as the smell intensified, attacking him mercilessly as his prey drew closer to him, pressing his thin lips against Fai's.
"Hyuu~, Kuro-puu!" Fai face brightened, and he jumped to his knees and circled his arms around the slender neck, careful of the bruised side, "Did you have a nice shower, Daddy?"
Kurogane wrapped his limbs around the tiny waist of the mage, and held him close, his face still void of any emotions other than grimness and concern that seemed to be etched in each pore of his tanned skin. Fai's hands played with the scarf behind warrior's head as he kept staring into the disturbed red eyes.
"Kuro-pi, whatev--"
"Will you ever forgive me?"
He blinked, surprised at being interrupted and by the question he never saw coming, but before he could even part his lips, his hands let the scarf drop when Kurogane explained bluntly.
"For getting involved?"
ehehehe ._.; I hope you guys liked them, and please don't be shy and tell me honestly what you thought of them and if I need to keep a low profile for a little while :D;
Sankyu~ for reading!
Title: Blind
Fandom: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle
Characters/Pairing: Fai/Kurogane
Genre: Angst and more angst~
Word Count: 496
Rating: PG-13 >>;
Date Written: Aug 08, 06
Disclaimer: I don't own Tsubasa RC or KuroxFai. I'm just a fangirl.. fangirling :D;
BEWARE, this ficlet/drabble spoils the goodness that is chapter 125, so please don't read it and go I'mmasmackab*tch! if you haven't read up to chapter 125 8D
He held him close, muscles tense and ready to move if necessary, as rage boiled his insides, as fear and worry ate at his heart. Kurogane kept his hands on him, supporting the man and -in turn- reassuring himself that he will not just disappear as the little princess did before. He stepped even closer to the blond, protective and defensive. Fingers twitched as soft locks tickled the calloused palm gently, and he buried his fingers even deeper in his hair, unconsciously finding some comfort in the sensation it provided.
Stupid mage.
The wheels in his head were turning at full speed as he tried to wrap his mind around what Yuuko was calmly explaining; what she was asking of him and what he had pay this time. He could hear Fai panting, erratic breaths painfully taken as he suffered the pain with each heart throb and the blond wished for it all to just stop.
It hurt.
His whole body felt numb while his left eye burned and screamed; the pain was much greater for Fai to register as he laid still in Kurogane's arms, two large hands bringing life back, painfully, to whichever area they touched. Air stuck in his throat and he gasped, pain flaring even more, and his eye widened open while the other lid stayed closed, swollen shut over a hole that nothing could ever fill again.
He took another shaky breath as his body shivered, sweat breaking out all over his body as cold washed over him. Fai tried to listen to what the witch of dimensions was saying, but found himself zoning in and out as the pain increased, barely able to make a few words but successful in understanding what she had in mind.
No. No.
A croaked out plea was met with a roar, and Fai silently resigned to his fate, resigned to his wish, letting his eye drift shut as black spots danced before him. Graceful footsteps were heard as someone approached him and Fai furrowed his eyebrows, attempting to concentrate on what was going on, on who was around him; on anything that was not the sickening pain that made him shudder.
One of the warm hands was removed and he struggled to open his eye, which snapped open once a drop of thick liquid splashed against his dry tongue. He could see the blood dripping down a tanned wrist, and suddenly the coppery taste registered as Fai swallowed the vital fluid of two different lives.
He gasped.
It burned his throat as it slickly trickled down, and he felt the other hand push him up a bit further, one of his shoulders coming to rest on something solid, something warm. Fingers caressed his scalp and Fai screwed his eye shut as more blood moistened his tongue, his mind whirling and body on fire.
And despite of the remaining blue eye, Fai was certain of one thing...
it was just as blind to what may come.
[EDIT] Nyu, another drabble written, how aweshome not 8D
Title: Involved
Fandom: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle
Characters/Pairing: Fai/Kurogane, mentions of Syaoran and Sakura
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 709
Rating: PG-13
Date Written: Aug 09, 06
Disclaimer: I don't own Tsubasa RC or KuroxFai. I'm just a fangirl.. fangirling :D;
BEWARE, this ficlet/drabble spoils the goodness that is chapter 125, so please don't read it and go I'mmasmackab*tch! if you haven't read up to chapter 125 8D
His fingers gently ran random patterns on the dark red scarf, a blue eye watching as the fabric moved and followed the digits' direction. Fai rested his head lazily on one arm, his lips slightly parted as he breathed rhythmically, only to blow softly at the scarf sometimes, a dull eye watching it trying to escape his failed whistle.
A sigh escaped him, and Fai let his eye drift shut, familiar scent tickling his nostrils as he pulled the scarf closer, and long fingers longed to rip through it as old rage started to boil his insides once again. He breathed in again and the smell nearly choked him, subduing the rage but causing tears to bicker in the back of his sole eye.
The fabric was smooth, cool beneath his fingertips but it sent waves of hot guilt to burn his heart. Long digits curled to make a tight fist, taking hold of the scarf and lifting it up and he ready to toss it out of his way, get rid of that sickeningly familiar scent.
He could not.
The mage lowered his arm, holding the piece of cloth to his chest. It was a month after it happened that the scarf was purchased, a month after he had turned into a creature that fed on the one he loved and that scarf was only there to cover the tracks of a crime he committed each day, of a survival act that he could never get used to, of love, hate, angst, rage and guilt.
He hated him for what he did, for what he wished, and he hated her for making it come true, for granting him what stole away and ruined his future. And he couldn't stop loving him, despite of all that happened, despite of his own wishes. Here he was, once again, bounded and chained against his will, forced on another situation by someone else despite of his kicks and screams.
It was the look on the two kids' faces that resulted in Kurogane's constantly worn scarf; Sakura's eyes were huge and round everytime she caught the sight of the two small punctures in the warrior's neck, and later on she avoided looking at him; awkward and embarrassed about her own reactions to their new reality. Syaoran tried to take it in as the young man he was rapidly developing into, but there were moments where he stared, awestruck and disbelieving.
Kurogane rarely took off that scarf, anymore, and it only succeeded in increasing the weight of guilt on the broad shoulders of Fai, who watched his prey hide behind long collars and a red scarf, and he was no longer able to look at him like he once did but no matter how much Fai ignored him, Kurogane was always around, whether it was to offer his daily drink or to only be there for him.
It was not supposed to happen this way.
This was not his wish.
A warm hand massaged his small back, and Fai felt the bed dip as a weight settled next to him. He took a deep a breath before turned to his side, a smile plastered on his face as a single blue eye stared into a pair of red ones, the hand coming to rest on one naked hip. His small grin never wavered as the smell intensified, attacking him mercilessly as his prey drew closer to him, pressing his thin lips against Fai's.
"Hyuu~, Kuro-puu!" Fai face brightened, and he jumped to his knees and circled his arms around the slender neck, careful of the bruised side, "Did you have a nice shower, Daddy?"
Kurogane wrapped his limbs around the tiny waist of the mage, and held him close, his face still void of any emotions other than grimness and concern that seemed to be etched in each pore of his tanned skin. Fai's hands played with the scarf behind warrior's head as he kept staring into the disturbed red eyes.
"Kuro-pi, whatev--"
"Will you ever forgive me?"
He blinked, surprised at being interrupted and by the question he never saw coming, but before he could even part his lips, his hands let the scarf drop when Kurogane explained bluntly.
"For getting involved?"
ehehehe ._.; I hope you guys liked them, and please don't be shy and tell me honestly what you thought of them and if I need to keep a low profile for a little while :D;
Sankyu~ for reading!