Indra
By Any Unborn Child
The air had been still for a majority of the night. The five of them had managed to escape the wrath of those back in Rekord, if only for a little while, and they had been brought to the mystic sands of Clow Country for an unspecified reason, an unspecified fate that patiently lingered in the shadows.
It had come to pass that the five of them were traveling together yet apart; they were walking amongst the sands of Syaoran and Sakura's shared pasts. It was a past that glimmered, touching the surface briefly only to shut away at the most inconvient moments – it was stagnant, staccato. They didn't really know much of each others pasts, and when they finally had been unveiled, dusted from the clouds of headspace, it was a complete accident that seemed fated to happen.
Happenstance…
Perhaps.
Perhaps not.
The mage had been steadily walking behind Syaoran and Sakura, a complacent smile on his face, when he happened to notice a tense energy, an aura of some sort surrounding Kurogane. It was clear that he had a question for him…something Fai always met with both excitement and hesitation at the same time, intermingling into a nameless emotion…
"Kurgs? Seems like there's something on your mind…"
Stopping in his tracks, Kurogane firmly answered, a specific and direct tone to his voice. It seemed as if he was expecting this.
"Fine, I'm wondering how you figured out what this world really is."
Not turning around, and not needing to, for he could envision Kurogane's charged expression in his mind, Fai replied, "Like I said earlier – it's a combination of magic and knowledge alike."
Kurogane continued with, "In order to spot a trap, you have to know more than the person who originally set it. I don't believe it was luck, but I didn't see you use any magic either."
This he wasn't expecting. Fai, with an all too familiar smile on his face, turned around to face the warrior, as to quickly diffuse and goad the discussion with one look. "Now you're giving me too much credit."
"Or too little…"
Suddenly the conversation ends. Kurogane, with a visible scowl of frustration on his face, walks off, leaving Fai in his wake – his enabling, surprising wake.
It was as if a wave of calm had washed over the magician – a calm that he did not expect nor predict. He who could do so much with the talents that he visibly possessed but chose not to…he who had wanted fate to decide for him…he who had wanted to bend fate to its fullest extend…
He took a breath.
"Oh, Kurgie…you have a knack for seeing things that I'd rather keep hidden…"
After a moment, Fai turns around, and heads back to join the others, though slowly, as if the previous conversation had never happened.
In truth, all Fai wanted from Kurogane was that he know about what had happened in his past, about what made him the person that he was today, at that place in time.
But in reality…it was clear that if he kept going like this…Kurogane would never know.
Fin