The tension in the room built like tension in the air before a thunderstorm. Any sounds of birds or of mindless, airy laughter would leave beforehand, sensing the forecoming storm.
Positively charged clouds hovered as Kurogane prepared to strike with his questions at any moment. His charge and force built up and up, until he himself could hardly contain it, much like his glare. His mind sparkled with electricity that he desperately wanted to release.
And Fay stood, unmoving; smile plastered on his face, as seemingly steady and neutral as the ground. He refused to reveal how much the hovering thundercloud in the form of the other man affected him until the fist strike of lightning and the first strike of questions.
Kurogane's voice came like thunder as he repeated his name, that name that didn't quite belong to him and tortured him every time it came from the other's lips.
And everything remained painfully still.
Ions upon ions built up in Kurogane's words and beneath Fay's surface as he struggled to maintain neutrality. Neutrality never worked, even though it seemed as such. The sturdy ground wasn't so sturdy and would become charged and dangerous, ready to collapse if anyone dared to tread on its surface.
Though unlike in nature, their thunderstorms never seemed to come and were most constantly interrupted, as Sakura floated in like butterflies gently hovering in the winds, unaware of the thunder rumbling in the distance. Or Syaoran, who peeked in like the sun, strong, determined and unmindful to disputes between the skies and the earth. And the thundercloud would immediately dissipate its charge, pushing ion after ion back into his mind, and the ground would react similarly.
It was only much later that their roles reversed and Fay proved to be a much more violent and spontaneous thundercloud, always filling the rooms with unbearable tension and painful cold. Kurogane proved to be a much more stable ground, always able to maintain neutrality regardless of the violent strikes of lightning and ice-cold droplets that assaulted him rigorously and constantly.
There was no one to interrupt this time either, as the butterfly's wings were broken and the sun was replaced with the pale glow of the moon (or perhaps it had always been the other way around).
Kurogane took the violence and took the abuse. He reminded himself that the thunderclouds needed a stable ground to release their tensions and frustrations on, to transfer their negativity before they could dissipate and reveal the truth of the blue, blue sky hidden above with a clarity and sincerity that had yet to be witnessed.
fin.
Something from last summer that never got posted.
I love long-winding metaphors? And I still love this fandom :)
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