Disclaimer: I do no own Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles nor any of it's characters. But I have a copy of most volumes upon my shelf and I am stupidly excited about Tsubasa World Chronicles.
A/N: Rain falls over them both and a realisation dawns.
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It was the first time Fai had experienced rain.
The downpour soaked through his clothes, designed to keep the bitter winds and the harsh snowfalls of Celes at bay, and within minutes he could feel a slight dampness clinging to his flesh. Stray, icy fingers slid down the back of his collar to trace the curve of his spine.
But it wasn't the rain which caused a second's hesitation.
As his gaze fell upon the Dimension Witch– tall, her hair falling like night's shadow around shoulders, so white – his polite inquiry of:
'Are you the Dimension Witch?'
Was harmonised with the less polite:
'Who they hell are you?'
Their eyes met; crimson encountering cerulean. And Fai felt a peculiar jolt within his body. A skipped beat of his heart. A shiver sending cold waves over his already frozen skin. The sudden dawning of realisation.
They studied one another briefly as the rain fell relentlessly upon them all. The man had low and hard tones to his words. A slightly uncultured tongue. His face – peering out through a small gap of black cloth and scarlet metal – and his bare arms held the spiced tan of a hot and foreign country. His stance hinted a natural alertness whilst his build implied a warrior's frame. His dark hair was spiked and unkempt. His eyes, slightly narrowed, contained an intense and a dangerous gleam. Lingering upon his right cheek was a smeared suggestion of blood recently spilled.
That's him.
The man he would have to kill.
Then the moment passed, over in an instant. The man turned back to address the Dimension Witch. He named himself Kurogane.