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burningdarkfireTitle: Crimson - Another Question
Series: TRC
Pairing: KuroFai
Rating: PG
Length: about 1000 words, chapter 3 (1.3/??)
Note: runs parallel to Sapphire
Kurogane wasn’t even sure what had happened after, just that he had an irrepressible urge to beat that smile off of Fai’s face forever (would it really kill him just to be happy?), but when he blinked, he had Fai pinned by the throat against the wall (which now had a sizable dent) while Fai’s elongated nails dug into his arm, extracting blood.
Fai’s slitted golden eyes widened as he realized who he was stabbing and he slowly retracted his claws, although his eye color did not change from its vampiric state to its usual bewitching sapphire.
A wry, hard smile spread across the vampire mage’s face. “Why, Kuro-rin, is there something wrong? You’re hurting me a little.”
Kurogane slowly let go of his companion and watched as he slumped to the floor. He didn’t realize how loudly he was breathing until he heard the ragged panting emanating. Fai remained on the floor with head bowed and his blonde hair covering his eyes. Neither of them moved until the first drop of blood finally snaked its way down Kurogane’s arm and flung itself into the air.
“Have it,” Kurogane growled when he saw Fai’s head twitch slightly at the falling droplet of blood. “It’ll just end up on a towel somewhere anyway,” he pressed when the pale vampire did not respond.
Fai moved with astonishing speed, nearly cleansing Kurogane’s arm of blood before he even realized that the mage had given in without much of a fight for once. He lingered over the last and largest gash on the warrior’s arm, and Kurogane could not help but the notice the fangs that were getting larger by the second.
“Go on,” he said gruffly. “I don’t mind.”
Just how much thirst has he been hiding these past weeks? Kurogane wondered as Fai drank daintily, but hungrily from his wrist. I didn’t even know he still needed blood! I thought he was no longer a vampire!? The mage hadn’t drunk from him since before he got his magic back, back when he still drank from Kurogane almost every day, and Kurogane swore he remembered being told that Fai would no longer be a vampire once he got his eye back.
Just another question he’s probably not going to answer, the ninja thought rather bitterly. Just when I thought he had gotten past his secrets and lies …
Kurogane was beginning to feel a little bit lightheaded when Fai finally let go of his arm with a shuddering gasp.
He watched silently as the blonde raised a trembling hand to his lips and stared at the red liquid gleaming on his fingers before his tongue darted out and finished it all off. He watched as his friend’s still golden eyes dulled into a look of hopelessness he had seen too often before. He watched as the slender man, back turned to Kurogane, shed his beautiful white and blue clothes, leaving on only a loose white tank top and donning a pair of sweatpants that had popped out of Mokona’s mouth along with some other personal possessions – and noted the difficulty that was involved in tossing aside the navy glove with blood still clinging to the remainder of the glove’s fingertips.
Kurogane’s eyes jumped to the small tattoo on the mage’s left shoulder. It was another magical marking, although unlike the previous one that had presided over most of his back, it merely curled around his left shoulder blade. It had been applied by Fai himself, designed to mask his enormous magical powers from others.
“What happened there?” Kurogane hissed angrily, frustrated with his friend’s return to this despairing state. “I thought you said you were no longer a vampire …”
The door crashed open as Syaoran tumbled in. “Are you ok? The crash woke me, but ah …” the boy blushed. “I couldn’t come until I was decent.” Kurogane noted numbly that the kid’s shirt was on backwards.
Fai turned around, his eyes not quite yet back to normal (more of a pale, almost white blue) and smiled. Another one of those goddamn smiles! “It’s alright Syaoran-kun, Kuro-pii just got a little overexcited. You know how he is!”
Kurogane saw the kid’s gaze turn worriedly to him and faced him. He inclined his head awkwardly, praying that Syaoran wouldn’t notice the blood-stained glove. It would be hard to explain what exactly had happened, when he was still so confused. “It was nothing important, go back to sleep, kid.”
Syaoran’s gaze narrowed slightly, but at last he bowed his head in submission. “Good night, then.” He left without waiting for a response from either man.
Kurogane turned away from the doorway in time to see the sheets rustle into place around the mage, who was lying on his stomach. Although there was room left for him on the bed, he opted instead to lean against the wall and observe, waiting until Fai’s breathing slipped into a slow and steady rhythm to loosen the tension coiled in his muscles.
“Why?” He whispered to the face. “Why won’t you let go of your masks?”
He spent the rest of the night watching the mage feign sleep.
Series: TRC
Pairing: KuroFai
Rating: PG
Length: about 1000 words, chapter 3 (1.3/??)
Note: runs parallel to Sapphire
Kurogane wasn’t even sure what had happened after, just that he had an irrepressible urge to beat that smile off of Fai’s face forever (would it really kill him just to be happy?), but when he blinked, he had Fai pinned by the throat against the wall (which now had a sizable dent) while Fai’s elongated nails dug into his arm, extracting blood.
Fai’s slitted golden eyes widened as he realized who he was stabbing and he slowly retracted his claws, although his eye color did not change from its vampiric state to its usual bewitching sapphire.
A wry, hard smile spread across the vampire mage’s face. “Why, Kuro-rin, is there something wrong? You’re hurting me a little.”
Kurogane slowly let go of his companion and watched as he slumped to the floor. He didn’t realize how loudly he was breathing until he heard the ragged panting emanating. Fai remained on the floor with head bowed and his blonde hair covering his eyes. Neither of them moved until the first drop of blood finally snaked its way down Kurogane’s arm and flung itself into the air.
“Have it,” Kurogane growled when he saw Fai’s head twitch slightly at the falling droplet of blood. “It’ll just end up on a towel somewhere anyway,” he pressed when the pale vampire did not respond.
Fai moved with astonishing speed, nearly cleansing Kurogane’s arm of blood before he even realized that the mage had given in without much of a fight for once. He lingered over the last and largest gash on the warrior’s arm, and Kurogane could not help but the notice the fangs that were getting larger by the second.
“Go on,” he said gruffly. “I don’t mind.”
Just how much thirst has he been hiding these past weeks? Kurogane wondered as Fai drank daintily, but hungrily from his wrist. I didn’t even know he still needed blood! I thought he was no longer a vampire!? The mage hadn’t drunk from him since before he got his magic back, back when he still drank from Kurogane almost every day, and Kurogane swore he remembered being told that Fai would no longer be a vampire once he got his eye back.
Just another question he’s probably not going to answer, the ninja thought rather bitterly. Just when I thought he had gotten past his secrets and lies …
Kurogane was beginning to feel a little bit lightheaded when Fai finally let go of his arm with a shuddering gasp.
He watched silently as the blonde raised a trembling hand to his lips and stared at the red liquid gleaming on his fingers before his tongue darted out and finished it all off. He watched as his friend’s still golden eyes dulled into a look of hopelessness he had seen too often before. He watched as the slender man, back turned to Kurogane, shed his beautiful white and blue clothes, leaving on only a loose white tank top and donning a pair of sweatpants that had popped out of Mokona’s mouth along with some other personal possessions – and noted the difficulty that was involved in tossing aside the navy glove with blood still clinging to the remainder of the glove’s fingertips.
Kurogane’s eyes jumped to the small tattoo on the mage’s left shoulder. It was another magical marking, although unlike the previous one that had presided over most of his back, it merely curled around his left shoulder blade. It had been applied by Fai himself, designed to mask his enormous magical powers from others.
“What happened there?” Kurogane hissed angrily, frustrated with his friend’s return to this despairing state. “I thought you said you were no longer a vampire …”
The door crashed open as Syaoran tumbled in. “Are you ok? The crash woke me, but ah …” the boy blushed. “I couldn’t come until I was decent.” Kurogane noted numbly that the kid’s shirt was on backwards.
Fai turned around, his eyes not quite yet back to normal (more of a pale, almost white blue) and smiled. Another one of those goddamn smiles! “It’s alright Syaoran-kun, Kuro-pii just got a little overexcited. You know how he is!”
Kurogane saw the kid’s gaze turn worriedly to him and faced him. He inclined his head awkwardly, praying that Syaoran wouldn’t notice the blood-stained glove. It would be hard to explain what exactly had happened, when he was still so confused. “It was nothing important, go back to sleep, kid.”
Syaoran’s gaze narrowed slightly, but at last he bowed his head in submission. “Good night, then.” He left without waiting for a response from either man.
Kurogane turned away from the doorway in time to see the sheets rustle into place around the mage, who was lying on his stomach. Although there was room left for him on the bed, he opted instead to lean against the wall and observe, waiting until Fai’s breathing slipped into a slow and steady rhythm to loosen the tension coiled in his muscles.
“Why?” He whispered to the face. “Why won’t you let go of your masks?”
He spent the rest of the night watching the mage feign sleep.
