Author: KB Twilight
Fandom: Tsubasa RESERVoir CHRoNicle
Prompt: 021 "The Cure for boredome is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity." -Dorothy Parker
Claim: General for Tsubasa RC and xxxHolic
Completed: 1/200
Rating/Warnings: PG/None really
Word Count: 387
Summary: Kurogane would rather drink...
Notes: Set in Piffle World, I was going more for humor so there isn't much introspection. First Tsubasa Fanfic so be kind.
Kurogane retrieved a bottle of something he hoped was similar to sake from the cold box in the kitchen. Pulling the stopper out with his teeth, he leaned against the doorframe to stare outside.
He had finished making the needed repairs on his dragonfly, finally. He was covered in sweat, smelled worse than the swamp he and the kid had fallen into two worlds before, and there was a creak in his neck that was throbbing painfully. He was also bored… and the princess had beaten him to the shower.
In the unnatural street lighting outside, the sun had long since retired, Kurogane could see the mage's legs sticking out from under his own dragonfly.
The ninja could feel his mind starting to wander in the direction it usually did when he thought about the mage and clamped down on it firmly, taking a swing of his not-sake. The mage was such a mystery to him, and he usually had no problem wondering what was behind the mask the other wore, usually quite vocally… to the idiot's face, but tonight he was too tire.
Kurogane drank two more bottles of the strange native drink while the princess was in the shower. He then quickly washed off the worse of the grime; he would get just as dirty the next day, and came back for another bottle of the addicting… whatever it was. It was interesting once he got past the initial disappointment. As he finished his forth bottle of the evening something outside caught his attention. Fai's feet, in the exact same position they had been in an hour earlier.
Kurogane stared at the unmoving appendages for several seconds before setting down his empty bottle with a sigh.
"Idiot better not be dead." Muttering under his breath, Kurogane stalked out the door and towards the motionless mage.
"Oi!" he called, kicking the other man's shoes. The blond started and scooted out from under the dragonfly.
Kurogane wasn't sure whether to laugh or merely stare at the red checker marks adorning the left side of the mage's face where he had been laying on the metal grill beneath the dragonfly. The idiot had been sleeping. UNDER the flying vehicle.
"You want something, Kuro-pon?" The blond asked cheerily.
Kurogane just turned in silence and went to get another bottle.
- What direction where you thinking his mind was going in?
- To drink away the stupidity...