[English] Fic: Lost in Translation
Title: Lost in Translation (Future Nihon series #2)
Characters: Kurogane/Fai
Rating: K+
A/N: I don't know why lately I got many ideas about future Nihon fics. I just happen to fall in love with Proust's stream-of-consciousness writing style now, found out that somehow my current writing style was quite like hime, and then think about this story, so I try to write it out.
There are many aspect in Fai, Kurogane realized, that lost in translation, stood out like a sore thumb in the middle of blended Nihon. Like the way his corn threads would sway with the wind the way no single hair in nihonjin would, the way his laugh rang like a windchime through an open space with other men's barked or women's muffled laugh, the way his eyes, so blue like a vast, unreachable sky, would shine and sparkle between other's dark gems; black, dark brown, charcoal, amber, deep violet, or the way his stumbled foreign tounge would stuttered around nihongo with an unfamiliar drawl Kurogane never met in anyone familiar to him. Every people in Nihon would first look at him with some mixed feelings of curiosity and fear, only to keep it inside once Fai greeted them and started to laugh with them, but Kurogane knew, from the way they stole a glance or two at his mage, that those mixed feelings was still there and couldn't, wouldn't go away no matter what he did. They were lost, those villagers of Nihon, in a foreign language Fai spoke with his body.
There were often times when Fai did lost, too. He sometimes looked at any thing in Nihon and then would look at Kurogane with those blue, confused eyes, seems lost in whatever thing he stared at and asked Kurogane to translate it for him. Kurogane would utter one word, specifically the name of whatever object confused him, and Fai would rephrased it with his unique drawl, found it not quite right, and frowned, and lost again. The day then would spend in pronouncing the word, twisting his tounge here and there until he got the word right, with more nihongo and less celesian, until the world seems right for him, until he fit more in his new home world and remembered less his pevious cold past. And then he would smile that brilliant smile he made when he accomplished something cultural, something homey, about Nihon, even though that was just a simple word like "hashi" or "ame". Kurogane would pat him on the head, or nod his affirmation, or when he felt somewhat generous that day, he would give him a simple kiss as a gift, because Kurogane was the only person that could, would, never lost in whatever language Fai decided to spoke. He just needed to see the smiles and the eyes, and deep down in his heart, though his ears couldn't reach it, he would know what was Fai talking about, which world Fai need to fix himself in, which heart Fai need to inhabit. Kurogane would never lost in him.
And even if there was something Kurogane would let himself gotten lost in Fai, it was his soul, because both he and Fai knew that they would search each other out, and no matter where the world; Nihon, Clow, Japan, wherever, they would work it out, translated every gestures and languages to get lost in each other again.
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