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"There it goes…" Fai glanced at the samurai. He was on his stomach on the couch, pillow clapped over his head.
"Your…what?"
"Sanity…" Fai giggled. "One more time and I give up."
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Kurogane roared and stood, looking quite fierce and storming up the stairs. Fai followed him, grinning faintly. They stopped outside Syaoran's door, the enraged samurai pounding on the wood.
"KID! Get your obsessed arse out here. NOW!" he stood there panting slightly in his rage, waiting for the boy to appear. Syaoran poked his head out the door, sweat soaking his hair.
"Kurogane-san, Fai-san?"
"Why the hell did we let you have a mini-ping pong table? In your damn room!" the man gestured to Sakura who was watching the outburst from the bed." And she keeps getting one over you, so it collides with the wall!"
"Sorry, Kurogane-san. I didn't realize it was that loud." The boy smiled sheepishly, leaving Fai to soothe the temper of his father figure. The ninja bit at the fingers stroking his cheek.
"C'mon, Kuro-wanko. Wanna go shopping?"
The ninja looked at the blond.
"What…?"
"Shopping! It can be calming." The ninja snorted and shook off Fai's arm.
"I'm not-"
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"I'll grab my jacket…"
The gruff samurai twitched. And again. And one more time. The blond could not be serious. Kurogane was being confronted by a shirt. A pink shirt with black detail. All in all, it would have been a really nice shirt. If it didn't have the god-forsaken pink.
"Ne, Kuro-sama?"
"It's pink."
"So?"
"So that's the whole problem." Fai thought for a second, an evil grin spreading across his elfin features.
"Well…supposedly only the manliest men will wear pink…" Damn. The mage had challenged his manliness. That meant war. He growled, snatching the shirt from Fai's grasp. Fai tried to keep the triumphant grin from showing on his face.
"You gonna try it on? Just to see what you look like?" Kurogane scowled, fighting massive internal turmoil: to get the hell outta Dodge or try the shirt on and win the war. He was a warrior so technically, the answer was obvious. He stormed off, grabbing the little tag from the chick at the counter, who grinned at the shirt. He sighed, walking into the miniscule change-room and quickly stripping off his plain black, no-pink-or-any-other-girly-color shirt. He pulled it on, finding it slightly too tight around his waist. He pulled his arms up and down, the smooth fabric riding up over his arms. The damn cubicle didn't have a mirror so he'd shudder have to ask Fai how it looked…Kurogane unlocked the door, expecting Fai to be there.
"Does it lo-"Fai wasn't there. The bastard! He was waiting out there so he'd have to walk past the counter-girl and whoever else! Bastard! Kurogane growled, hearing Fai's lilting voice ask him if he was done. He stepped past the teen, ignoring her 'oohlala!' He tapped Fai on the shoulder, his perfunctory glare in place. Fai turned, paused for a second and turned again.
"Frickin hell, talk about rejection!" he grabbed Fai's shoulder, spinning him around. The mage had damn stars in his eyes. "So I suit pink?" Fai nodded fiercely. "Did you have to pick a shirt that's so tight around my stomach?" Fai smirked and pointed at the girl. She was laughing and was hanging off her friend, also laughing. Kurogane growled, walking over.
"Oi, my friend is a complete idiot so he won't tell me what he thinks of the shirt, which is rather ironic, considering the bastard wanted me to wear it. He wants to know what you think of it." they had stopped laughing and where now inspecting it, a massive change in emotion. "Why where you laughing anyway?"
"It looks adorable. Its not often you get to see a guy like you wear a pink shirt!" she giggled and Kurogane found himself wishing he hadn't asked. Nobody but teenage girls could giggle. With the exception of a lanky blond of course. "So. Do you have any female friends?" Kurogane snorted and walked into the change-room, mentally cursing the color in his cheeks.
Damn skin, being so rebellious all the time. He swapped shirts, sighing as the well-worn cotton of his black shirt settled around his muscular frame. He hung the accursed shirt on its flimsy hanger, chucking the card onto the counter as he brushed past. He hung the shirt off the collar of Fai's, ignoring his protests and determined to find something that was out of the mage's comfort range.
Kurogane had a hard time finding something. Apparently the man's comfort range knew no bounds. Kurogane finally decided on a shirt; tight, black and with strategically placed fish-netting. He shoved it at the mage, smirking. He chucked a pair of skinny-leg black jeans on the pile, as they passed on the way to the dressing-room. He turned to Fai, his eyebrow raised.
"Your turn, mage…" he backed off, turning to examine a jacket. Fai poked his tongue out at his retreating back, walking into the room. The counter girl giggled.
"It's like a fashion parade!" she passed the card to Fai, beckoning to her friend. Fai emerged a couple of minutes later, looking slightly disgruntled. The black was really striking against the pale skin of the mage. His skin showed clearly through the mesh, the black pants just emphasizing how incredibly skinny he was. He frowned accusingly at Kurogane, surprised when he walked over to him with a piece of black fabric. He tied it securely around Fai's head, like a bandana.
"Kyaa! He looks like a pirate!" Fai sighed and went to go change, pausing to look back at Kurogane evilly. If Kurogane had been a lesser man he would be in Kansas by now. So, internally he was already curled up in the fetal position, but externally he stood firm, smirking slightly. When Fai appeared again, they returned the clothes, removing themselves from the store.