[LOG]~Just a snack~

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Who: Fai D. Flowright, Kurogane
When: Post-sprinklers
Where: Kurogane's room
Summary: Under the excuse that he's bringing some dry blankets, Fai goes to get a little snack.
Rating: Umm, NC-17? For blood, swearing and gay subtext?
Warnings: Blood. Much blood. Vamprirism rocks.

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Kurogane was sitting cross-legged on the bed, taking advantage of the small patch of dry mattress the now sodden pillow had preserved. He looked at nothing while he toweled his left arm dry, ignoring the ache in his shoulder.

What were these people looking for? Most of the ones brought here were younger than he was, many were Syaoran’s age (two out of the few he had approached (sort of) were wallowing; he’d actually tried to knock some sense into them - when had he turned into a nursemaid, for god’s sake) some were even younger; some had powers, some had none; there was no connection if you looked for one between all of them. And the latest stunt they'd pulled seemed spiteful at the most; a kid's play, when compared with the previous "tests".

There was no sense in it. But before he could have a chance to get properly annoyed about it, there was a knock at his door - what, the mage? And he was knocking?

"Come in," he called, steeling himself for even more annoyance.

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One part of Fai's mind screamed at him to go in there already and stop bring such a wimp about things that he had already decided he was going to accept. Another part was rumbling the same mantra it had for the past few days now; "hungry hungry hungry hungry", though Fai had been crushing it rather ruthlessly. And the final part that he thought might have finally been exorcised, but had slowly wormed it's way back because he was confined again and he couldn't run from here and he couldn't keep moving and-

Fai stubbornly opened the door, plastering a cheery smile on his face. He shouldn't shouldn't shouldn't, but he was backsliding after everything Kurogane had done for him and he didn't want him to know.

He would though, he always did.

"Hey, Kuro-pon!" Fai chirped, waving the fresh laundry around. He had had the foresight to stash these in the closet when the sprinklers has happened.

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The mage came in with a smile plastered on his face, and Kurogane's frown deepened. Maybe it was an act for the benefit of their captors, he thought, and didn't bring it up.

He watched as Fai crossed splashing through the room, and noticed that his hair was still quite damp, hanging over his eyes and shoulder. Kurogane hated the thought, but he had to admit that the mage looked like a pitiful, drowned cat (damn those nicknames; they made him remember Outo, and how “their kids” were gone now, and what they’d left behind back home. He took comfort in the fact that the first guy who’d gone and then come back hadn’t lost any of his own time in the process; then he put that train of thought out of his mind).

“Put them down in the dresser,” he nodded towards the sheets Fai carried. “The armour kid made me that sword a while ago," he pointed out the sword set by his bed, "I should repay him somehow.” Had the Witch pounded that into his head, or would he have thought of it anyway?

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Fai did as told and then turned to appraise the sword. The ex-wizard was no great judge of sword quality, but it did look vaguely haphazard, compared to the masterpieces the ninja had wielded before. The edge looked dull, but it would probably cut flesh.

That one thought sent a million others crashing through his mind, and he leaned back, unaware of how closely he had leaned to examine the weapon, and his sudden proximity to a very appetizing Kurogane-

HungryHungryHungryHungry!

Fai drew a deep, shuddering breath. He really couldn't last any longer. "Kuro-pon..." he said weakly, one part hating himself while the other screamed at him to just attack and get it over with.