Random-Fan-Fic-Time!
Title: Shiver and Shake
Author: ria_chan
Fandom: Tsubasa RESERVoir CHRoNiCLE
Pairing: Kurogane/Fai
Disclaimer: CLAMP owns
Rating: PG-13 (Language, Themes, Brief Violence, Syao-Torture, Kuro-POV)
Spoilers: None
Prompt: ficalbum - Shiver and Shake
A/N: Chapter Title from The Cure's CD, 'Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me.' I’m horrible at finding lyrics so Google it if you’re interested and/or have spare time.
{Shiver and Shake}
All is calm, quiet…tranquil. It’s the perfect set-up to soothe my screeching head and the noises within. I open an eye and curse at the blinding brightness filling my vision. Hazily I manage to sit up and stare at the bland emptiness in front of me. It’s a white room with too much glass and windows for my liking. There are spots in my eyes but they start to slowly disintegrate. With a groan, I reach up to my forehead, calming nerves impaired by the inner chaos. And then…
“Ku~ro-Pon! You’re finally up!” Just what I didn’t need. You come crashing into the room with a bundle wrapped in your arms, not even bothering to close the door behind you. “Here’s breakfast - prepared as ordered!” I groan in reply. Like I would ask you for breakfast.
The bundle tumbles out of your arms onto the white sheets, spreading out in a waving motion. One of my brows poke up as I examine tube-like tablets. There are strange symbols printed on them but I can’t make out any of it. Even if I could, the mother-of-all-hangovers wouldn’t allow me the luxury. “Can you read it?”
“Nope. That nice salesman told me that they were the rage now, though. Umm…I believe that the white tablets with the pink heads are strawberry crepes, the ones with light-blue heads are blueberry pancakes, the ones with dark-blue heads are blackberry muffins, the ones with red heads are cherry limeade, and the completely white ones are…oh, I forget.”
Both of my eyebrows knit together as my gaze sharpens on the capsules. “In other words, we don’t have anything to eat.”
Your bottom lips pouts. “Didn’t you just hear me? Everything here is edible!” You pick up a capsule with a pink top and hold it out. The tablets are about the size of my forearm and have creases in the middle that separate the foot and head. They’re thin and suspicious looking in each and every way possible. “Like this,” you demonstrate, popping the colored half up and flipping the stick into your mouth. You sigh happily and pull it out. With a quick swift of your hand you wipe the recess residue with your sleeve.
I snort. I think I just got a bigger headache. There’s only one solution. I reach out for the completely white tablets as you squeal in delight. “Kuro-Rin is being daring! He’s so cool!” I’m beginning to have doubts. Pushing all that to the back of my head, I pop open the capsule and inhale. If it’s what I think it is, your idiotic ass is dead.
I commence myself. I almost hesitated, but I knew that would just entice you more, so I shoved it down my throat to swallow. It tasted, in a word, sugary. My suspicions were correct and I deduced that you really didn’t want to live to see tomorrow.
“It’s triple-chocolate-fudge ice-cream flavor dipped in caramel, whipped cream, and a cherry on top! Just how you like it, ney, Kuro-Chan?”
“Stay still so I can chop you into mince-meat,” I growl, lunging for you. You shriek something that I assume is another insult to my name. It doesn’t take me long to unsheathe Sohi and swing her around. Then I wonder how a ninja like me fell into a category of ninjas-that-chase-around-idiots-obviously-not-worth-their-time.
I don’t have much time to think, however, as I find my foot trips on a well-blended, white sheet that managed to fall off the bed. You come shortly after, tumbling down. I groan as my head screeches some more.
“Wow, Kuro-Sama. You’re such a man,” you coo. I shiver, feeling your warm breath tickling my ear and golden locks brushing against my skin. You sigh in an all-too-suggestive way, helping me immediately decide I need out of this position. I grab at the nearest thing and you gasp. “Kuro-Sama! If you wanted to grope me, you could have just asked!” you chime, flinging your arms around my shoulders.
I gulp, clenching my eyes shut and swearing to pray to the Gods I’ve denied all my life. I push you off. Glancing to the doorway I see the kid blushing in a way that looks unhealthy to any degree. I stammer, finding my pulse race and my hands searching for any home that won’t burry me into this ditch further. He nods wordlessly and runs out with a slamming door. His footsteps trail as he runs down the hall and slams the door of his room shut.
“Hmm,” you murmur. “Do you think…he got the wrong idea?” You burry your head into my chest with a smile.
I groan. You and me…? As if. You and me…? I shiver. Shiver and shake.
Afterthoughts: omg. I just realized that Watanuki is a pirate...at least, in volume 7. (doesn't have any links to recent chapters) Fai's a pirate, too...and the whole WataMeki ordeal with the spider-arc thing and recent chapters of TRC...it must be destiny for slash pairs... Watanuki is missing his right eye and Fai his left... (blinks) I'm sure many have realized this, but this is an epiphany for me... XD Ja. I'm an idiot. XP
~B.T.A. Ria-Chan likes kanji