Hey, guys! I have another one. And a couple more actually...

P.S I do not own Tsubasa. If I did. You would know.

A young man stood in the middle of the fair, a joyful look about his face. He did have the hardened expression of one who rarely smiled, but the joy was still evident. His long black coat rustled in the cool breeze, the music around him adding to the effect of strength and wisdom somewhat. The strains of a voice floated to him through the Celtic ballads, making him turn his head. Another man, this one about a head shorter than him, came over and stood by the ebony-haired male. A herd of young kids bustled past them, laughing and waving small flags of tartan, the blond murmuring in the taller mans ear. He raised an eyebrow at the quiet comment, pulling the offered object out of his hands. He examined the small flute, running his fingers over its finely carved surface.

"Well, now. Are ye no' going 'ta play sai' fine whis'le?" a young girl stepped out of the crowds, clad in green and cream. She was an Irish dancer, one of the many at the fair in Northern Ireland. "Mae name is Kelsi. What pleasure do 'ah owe ye to?" she smiled, her sleek auburn hair gracefully falling about her face.

"Kurogane."

"Fai, and the pleasure is all ours, Kelsi." She smiled and gently took the pipe from Kurogane's large hands. She barely came up to his chest. "Can you play it?" Fai smiled softly. The music really did put one into a state of calm. She placed the mouth of the pipe to her lips, blowing softly. It emitted a soft tune. She played a small song, blushing and handing Kurogane back the pipe when Fai applauded her.

"'Ah better get back to mae troop. Wheel be dancin' on the centre stage a' three." Kurogane felt different from his usual growling self. The Irish had an effect on him no other people had. He nodded, saying a soft "we'll be there.' Before walking off, Fai at his side. Kelsi smiled gently. She had a feeling the tall man was not always this way. Once again the voices of her ancestors had changed another. She sung softly under her breath as she walked to her troop, checking her shoe-ties weren't too loose.

An uair a bha Gàidhlig aig na h-eòin,
Bha 'm bainn' cho paillt air an lòn ri driùchd,
A mhil a' fàs air bàrr an fhraoich,
Is a h-uile nì cho saor 's am bùrn.

Is cha robh cogadh, cha robh strì,
Ni mò bha guth air creich no tòir,
Is bha gach dùil 'tighinn beò an sìth,
Is feum 's am bith cha robh air mòd.

Is cha robh feum air cléith no crann
Is chinn gach nì neo-ghann leis fhéin;
Bha meas is blàths 's a h-uile h-àm,
A' bhliadhna gun gheamhradh 'na samhradh gu léir.

Is cha robh daoin' a' pàidheadh màil,
Ni mò bha càin orra no cìs,
Is iasgach, sealgaireachd is coill,
Bha aca gun fhoighneachd gun bhacadh, gun phrìs.

She liked to sing in Gaelic, the language of her ancestors. It was soft and spoke of wisdom and history, the magic's of the land expressed through the words. She glanced up at the clock. 2:48. only a couple of minutes until she saw Kurogane. Kurogane. The name was foreign on her lips, but was still nice to say with her accent. Fai could have been from the high moors or lush forests with that elfin look. But Kurogane. He had a ruggedly handsome face one wouldn't find at your local church or farm. Not even at the pub. Just from the few soft words they had spoken, you could tell the accent was rubbing of on them as well. Fai already spoke softer, but with more meaning. She sighed. She would love to hear either of them speak with that lilting tone.

Her best friend, who led the troop, called to them all. They were dancing in a minute. She adjusted her dress around her hips, taking the offered arm of her partner. She would be doing a solo, as her coach had seen her own dancing without the rigmarole of the lessons and decided it would be good for her to express it to a crowd. They stepped onto the stage, one of her favorite songs playing. They moved gracefully, landing from a jump with barely a sound. Her dress and hair flew about her, Mychael, her partner, smiling at the look on her face. She was different when she danced, the fire leaving her and the moors ingoing. As she danced she spotted Kurogane and Fai.

The elf was tapping his foot in time while Kurogane just watched. He smiled and nodded slightly when he felt her eyes upon him. She grinned, putting more into her dancing. The song slowed and she separated from the line, flying solo. It was slower, more methodical, but full of energy at the same time. Mychael, his dark hair sliding over his pale skin, joined her, his eyes crossing to the handsome man sitting in the third row. He was with a blond man who was more of a nymph than anything. The raven-haired looked nothing like a man Mychael had seen before though. He was truly striking, the ebony hair teased into delicate spikes, bronzed skin, eyes of crimson from underneath fine brows. His stature also immediately outstood him: incredibly tall but perfectly muscled. He must be some sort of warrior, Mychael thought, to have an almost unnatural grace about a man that large. His accomplice was graceful too, but it looked more natural on him. He, too, was toned, still with the height and leanness. He frowned slightly, and moved back into line with the rest, bar Kelsi. The song wound down and they bowed, stepping off the stage lightly. Kelsi smiled at him through those scarlet lips of hers.

"Wow, Kelsi! You're a really good dancer!" Fai winked at her. "I wish I could dance like that…" Kelsi took up his hands and spun them around in a circle, Fai laughing like a little kid. Kurogane walked up, holding some bottles of water. He passed one to Kelsi, who accepted it with a word of thanks. She looked up at the foreigner, who was watching the proceedings of the fair, a mild look in his eye.

"Anything bother'ing you, mae fine genteelman?" Kurogane looked down into the fiery eyes of the young Irish woman, noting they were a slightly brighter azure than Fai's.

"Gentleman? I don't look that old do I?" he spoke in a slightly rougher voice, but, she was glad to hear, with a growing inflection. He grinned at her, his face roguish. She grinned right back, taking them by the elbows she led them over to a small block of toilets.

"You boyo's wait right here, 'an wheel go to tha pub, eh?" she disappeared, re-emerging a couple of minutes later in jeans and a shirt.

"Now, a've go'h a couple o' friends I'ahd like you tae meet!"

"Ah, go'an with ya, ave another Kuwogane!" the men in the pub all roared with laughter, all drunk to hell, all having a grand old time trying to get Kurogane drunk. Their voices were slurred, evidence of the many bottles of beer that had been ingested. Kurogane had abandoned his cloak, his black shirt pulled tight across his body as the result of many hands gripping onto the back of it as well as the near constant patting of his back. He put another bottle up to his lips and drank deeply, the ice cold alcohol running down his throat. They all cheered and groaned at the near immortal (In their minds) man sprawling in the chair at the counter. The bartender, a young lady, smirked and brought out a tall bottle of whiskey.

"Let's see if 'the man can drink this an' no' be knocked ou' for a wheek!" she passed the bottle to Kurogane, who smirked, openly accepting the challenge.

"And what if I drink it!" he challenged back. "Every-last-drop! Eh?" the bartender thought for a minute, then smiled silkily.

"How abou' mae?" Kurogane looked her over, smirk still in place.

"Nah, I wouldn't wanna hurt a vulnerable lady like you." She hit him over the back of the head, the people in the pub bellowing with laughter.

"Oye, lay off me!" he waved her off, rocking back on the chair legs. He opened the bottle, tasting some. He shook his head, gasping slightly. "That'll bloody wake you up in the morning!" he shook his head again, placing the bottle at his lips. He tilted his head back, letting the powerful amber liquid pour down his throat. The collective pub held its breath, wondering if he would keel over or stay victorious. As the last couple of drops left the bottle, Kurogane stood. He finished and placed the bottle on the counter. He gritted his teeth for a second, panting slightly before opening his eyes, clear as ever, and smirking.

"Got anything else you can throw at me?"

The whole pub exploded in cheers. He was nearly chucked to the ground by Kelsi, who jumped on his back from behind. He spun her around so she sat in his lap, kissing her briefly.

"Ah 'ye greet big hero! Look tae Fai. The elf passed out ages ago'!" she hugged him, and his head was pulled back so it lay against the counter.

"You owe mae!" the bartender kissed him, Kelsi sliding from his lap to join her giggling friends, who were with Fai.

They took a shine to the skinny blonde, laughing with him and playing games with him. Kurogane stood up and slapped some money on the counter, walking to Fai and picking the limp man up.

"Ah'l be getting a plaque oop on tae wall. 'Most alcohol drank without fainting'!"

"I'll be back tomorrow!" he yelled out and it was met by some happy cheers. "See you then, Kelsi." He smiled at her and made his way out onto the quiet street. He found his way home without much difficulty, and managed to force the door open quietly. He hummed softly to himself as he changed Fai's clothes, tucking him into the bed. He walked softly past the kids bedrooms, into his own and straight to the shower. As the cool water ran over his heated body, he rubbed at his throat. It still burned from the whiskey. He stepped out of the shower, wrapping his towel low on his hips. He grabbed a pair of pants suitable to sleep in, running a tired hand through his hair. His head hit the pillow and he fell asleep immediately.