Summary: "You would battle without care for civilians?" Seishirou said, voice cold. Harry barked a harsh laugh. "Says the pot to the kettle." TLR spin-off. A series of Harry/Seishirou drabbles.

This is based off TLR, but anything that happens here will not be happening in TLR. No need to read TLR to read this. This is an experiment, to see how well Harry/Seishirou will be received, and will be probably be taken down if not well received. There are no other pairings except Syaoran/Sakura in TLR, and that will not change. I just couldn't resist trying my hand at a pairing-focused fic that will be mostly fluff. With all that said, hope you enjoy this!

Chapter 1 is a bit boring because I need to establish the context from TLR.

Pots and Kettles

(Based off TLR Chapter 7)

They started off enemies, Harry with a scowl and Seishirou with a smile.

The very first time Harry got to see Seishirou's face clearly, they were on opposite ends of their impromptu battleground - the wrecked amusement park that had once been the entrance to Outo - despite not even knowing each other's names.

Harry had unleashed one of the most powerful spells he knew, only for the man to dispel it without breaking a sweat.

"You would battle without the slightest care for civilians," the man remarked, his voice cold.

Harry barked out a harsh laugh. "And there is the pot calling the kettle black." He had been unaware of the civilians, and now that he looked, he was aware of a huge crowd of people below, screaming and trying to get as far as possible from the battle.

Harry 0, Seishirou 1.

The second time they fought, Harry took the dishonorable way out and attacked Seishirou from behind, in an effort to help Syaoran get Sakura's feather back.

Seishirou whipped around, barely dodging both the spell and Syaoran's strike, and his eyes were alight with anger.

"It's not your battle," he said, and his smile was brittle.

Harry shrugged, and unleashed an enormous fire dragon, just as Syaoran slashed his sword now, unleashing a column of fire. The two fire attacks met with a loud explosion in the middle, where Seishirou stood, and the screams started up again as the remaining structure of the Ferris Wheel tilted with an ominous sounding creak.

"ACCIO!" Harry screamed the first spell that came to mind. Then the great piece of debris was barreling towards him, so quickly that he knew he would never be able to dodge in time. He felt boneless and weak, and crumpled to his knees. He knelt, and watched it fly towards him.

When he could see again - everything was slightly blurry and he felt kind of dizzy - he had suddenly become a spectator, and when the dust finally cleared, Kurogane had his sword out and was standing impressively in a crater, the broken piece of wheel obliterated into dust that hovered around the man.

Kurogane turned his gaze to where he was standing - was that gratitude he saw in his eyes? - and Harry was puzzled until he realized that the gaze was directed to someone beside him. Now that the edge of panic and adrenaline was wearing off, he noticed the strong arms wrapped around him and the body next to him. He looked up, and saw Seishirou.

Seishirou was looking as calm as ever, and he allowed Harry to tear himself away from his grip.

Harry shook his head, trying to clear his disorientation - had Seishirou saved him? - when he felt a flare of magic. He raised his head, and saw Seishirou standing in the middle of a magic circle, his feather in hand. The man was staring at him with an oddly appraising look, then he looked away to meet Syaoran's shocked gaze. "You are strong, Syaoran, and you will only become stronger. If you are searching for this," his gaze flicked to the feather in his hand briefly, "we should be able to meet again." He turned his gaze to Kurogane, and nodded to him, who nodded back slightly. The magic rose and surrounded him. "Until we meet again." And his eyes met Harry's, for a split-second, then he was gone.

Harry 0, Seishirou 2.