Title: Cemetary (for lack of a better title)
Summary: Fai is grieving, and Kurogane can't help but watch
Warning: my first fic. period. please don't eat me.
Disclaimer: As happy as it would make me, I do not own Tsubasa Resevior Chronicles or any characters affiliated with said product -_-"
Kurogane's P.O.V.
Blonde hair, clouded blue eyes, and skin as white as the snow in which we stood. I silently wondered if he knew that I was present, and if he did why hadn't said anything to me.
Why is he staring at those graves, were important to him? Well of course there why else would he stare at them. I'm sure his eyes held little to no hope, but then what good was hope anyway?
Hope never actually kept anyone alive. If it did then the world wouldn't be so sad.
He's started crying now; his shoulder shaking in silent sobs. I turn away; I've no right to watch him cry.
"Please stay."
It was a whisper, but I heard it clear day. He had asked me, a total stranger to stay. I muster what little courage I have and move forward.
"Who were they?"
I asked this question cautiously, afraid to over step boundaries. He doesn't answer. I can understand why. Even if he asked me to stay, I'm a total stranger; he can't possibly feel all that comfortable around me.
Then I noticed that the slow trickle of tears had now turned into a cascade. At this development a boldness blossoms in my heart, I move yet again, pulling him it a tight embrace. He accepts it willingly.
"It will be alright."
Four words that had probably been whispered to him by so many others caused him to squeeze me tightly.
He mumbles a simple "I know."
I let go and he looks into my eyes. We make a silent agreement to meet again before we walk our separate ways.
I appreciate constructive critisism flamers will be used to make my hashbrowns tonight.