if you look at your reflection, is that all you want to be?
pre-rant, feel free to skip
little known fact about the Mina: she hates writing in the third person. In fact, she finds it ridiculously difficult, for some reason or another. One has to think of things to call people all the time, because suddenly "he" and "she" get really confusing because there's more than one person to refer to.
How annoying.
Anyway, I'm writing while my brain's a pile of mush from exams. Obviously, there's no way this plan can backfire. Should be fantastic. And by fantastic I mean awful. Love me anyway.
/pre-rant
title: Adapting
fandom: Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle
pairing: Kurogane/Fai
words: 609
rating: PG?
for 40baisers theme #19; stay with me
The image is vivid. A fight, a battle, like so many he's fought before. His opponent disarmed, begging for mercy. But he pays the pathetic pleas no heed.
Neatly, he thrusts his sword through the body. Through flesh and organs and muscle and tissue. His opponent falls involuntarily against his shoulder, fingers clutching his arm desperately. Disgusted, Kurogane pushes him away, blond hair brushing his cheek as the man's head falls back. The ninja pulls his sword free and the man's body arcs. A final gasp slips from bloodied lips and red eyes catch a glimpse of pain and hidden regrets before blue eyes go glassy.
The man is dead before he hits the ground.
The blood drips from his sword, each drop surreal in its volume. The body lays sprawled before him, limbs at unnatural angles; eyes wide and empty; blood staining white clothing and pale, pale skin. Inwardly, Kurogane panics. He knows this body. Intimately. His stomach twists and bile rises in his throat. Faintly, as though from far away, he can hear his own voice laughing at the fallen man's weakness. Laughing in victory.
When he wakes, he's sweating even though his skin is ice cold. He sits rigidly until his breathing evens and his heartrate slows. Trying desperately to keep his control because ninja don't tremble, especially not from foolish nightmares. Only when his body is no longer trying to betray him does he turn his attention to the man curled at his side. He takes in the even rise and fall of the bare chest, a part of him only then relaxing. Lightly, his hand reaches out to touch the skin where the sword wound had been in his dream, finding the skin smooth and unblemished. His fingers trail up to brush the vein at the other's throat, revelling in the even pulse. In the further reassurance that he's still alive.
Fai stirs then, nuzzling Kurogane's palm and murmuring his name questioningly. In response, he slips his fingers into blond hair and pulls the man closer than he'd normally allow outside of certain activities. The wizard shifts to accomodate the new embrace, draping himself across his lover's chest.
"Stay with me." Kurogane whispers against the top of his head, not intending to be heard.
"I have nowhere else to go," comes the quiet reply. Slim fingers find his own and they twine together before Fai's breath again evens and he drifts back to sleep, leaving Kurogane alone with his thoughts. Leaving him alone with the image of the man in his arms cold and dead on the ground. With the image of his own sword dripping with his lover's blood. His fingers tighten minutely around the blond's.
He knows it's foolish to have gotten so involved. He never intended for anything more than comfort and warmth. The satisfaction of sexual needs. An ease to the loneliness of traveling for so long. Companionship. When it turned into something more, he can't say. When he could no longer imagine his life without the smiling fool by he side, he's not sure. He doesn't really know how it is the wizard became a necessity.
And maybe it's the dream. Maybe it's this country with its dark days and hopeless residents. Maybe it's some foolish, girly feeling of romance he's developed since starting this ridiculous journey. Whatever the reason, as he lies in the dark of night with Fai safely curled against his chest, he knows he can never go back to the way he was. Kurogane of Japan, ninja to Princess Tomoyo, has changed, for better or for worse.
And he can't really say that he minds.
little known fact about the Mina: she hates writing in the third person. In fact, she finds it ridiculously difficult, for some reason or another. One has to think of things to call people all the time, because suddenly "he" and "she" get really confusing because there's more than one person to refer to.
How annoying.
Anyway, I'm writing while my brain's a pile of mush from exams. Obviously, there's no way this plan can backfire. Should be fantastic. And by fantastic I mean awful. Love me anyway.
/pre-rant
title: Adapting
fandom: Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle
pairing: Kurogane/Fai
words: 609
rating: PG?
for 40baisers theme #19; stay with me
The image is vivid. A fight, a battle, like so many he's fought before. His opponent disarmed, begging for mercy. But he pays the pathetic pleas no heed.
Neatly, he thrusts his sword through the body. Through flesh and organs and muscle and tissue. His opponent falls involuntarily against his shoulder, fingers clutching his arm desperately. Disgusted, Kurogane pushes him away, blond hair brushing his cheek as the man's head falls back. The ninja pulls his sword free and the man's body arcs. A final gasp slips from bloodied lips and red eyes catch a glimpse of pain and hidden regrets before blue eyes go glassy.
The man is dead before he hits the ground.
The blood drips from his sword, each drop surreal in its volume. The body lays sprawled before him, limbs at unnatural angles; eyes wide and empty; blood staining white clothing and pale, pale skin. Inwardly, Kurogane panics. He knows this body. Intimately. His stomach twists and bile rises in his throat. Faintly, as though from far away, he can hear his own voice laughing at the fallen man's weakness. Laughing in victory.
When he wakes, he's sweating even though his skin is ice cold. He sits rigidly until his breathing evens and his heartrate slows. Trying desperately to keep his control because ninja don't tremble, especially not from foolish nightmares. Only when his body is no longer trying to betray him does he turn his attention to the man curled at his side. He takes in the even rise and fall of the bare chest, a part of him only then relaxing. Lightly, his hand reaches out to touch the skin where the sword wound had been in his dream, finding the skin smooth and unblemished. His fingers trail up to brush the vein at the other's throat, revelling in the even pulse. In the further reassurance that he's still alive.
Fai stirs then, nuzzling Kurogane's palm and murmuring his name questioningly. In response, he slips his fingers into blond hair and pulls the man closer than he'd normally allow outside of certain activities. The wizard shifts to accomodate the new embrace, draping himself across his lover's chest.
"Stay with me." Kurogane whispers against the top of his head, not intending to be heard.
"I have nowhere else to go," comes the quiet reply. Slim fingers find his own and they twine together before Fai's breath again evens and he drifts back to sleep, leaving Kurogane alone with his thoughts. Leaving him alone with the image of the man in his arms cold and dead on the ground. With the image of his own sword dripping with his lover's blood. His fingers tighten minutely around the blond's.
He knows it's foolish to have gotten so involved. He never intended for anything more than comfort and warmth. The satisfaction of sexual needs. An ease to the loneliness of traveling for so long. Companionship. When it turned into something more, he can't say. When he could no longer imagine his life without the smiling fool by he side, he's not sure. He doesn't really know how it is the wizard became a necessity.
And maybe it's the dream. Maybe it's this country with its dark days and hopeless residents. Maybe it's some foolish, girly feeling of romance he's developed since starting this ridiculous journey. Whatever the reason, as he lies in the dark of night with Fai safely curled against his chest, he knows he can never go back to the way he was. Kurogane of Japan, ninja to Princess Tomoyo, has changed, for better or for worse.
And he can't really say that he minds.