Oddly Shaped Waltz
By SMYGO4EVA

Fai D. Fluorite never wanted to get close to anyone so he wouldn't get others hurt if they knew of his past, present, or his future. He distanced himself from others so they wouldn't be burdened by the cross he had to bear. Nonetheless, he became enamored with a few people that he managed to bond with for his existence.

He was charmed by Ashura, the father figure that he never had, and the kindness shown to him was boundless and almost eternal. Like everything in the country of Celes, all beauty soon became a façade as more blood would be shed by the ice king's hand. What led him astray from the real truth was by his hand he would sign the ice king's death warrant, and with feeling still intact, he simply refused. But he knew it was inevitable that the ice king's death would come to pass, and by his hand it would be true reality.

He created and was captivated by Chii, someone who resembled greatly of his mother, keeping her in his memory perhaps, but she was a barrier to protect his late twin, one who sent his dear mother to an early grave. She was a companion to the magician, but thus she was only an inward mirror to what he had lost because of his very presence.

He was enthralled by the princess Sakura, with her remarkable courage and her lovely smile, who wouldn't be won over by her endearing smile? She was strong yet fragile, and she was very was sweet, almost too sweet, but then again, so was he. He strived to get all the feathers that were her memories she would be whole again, but he knew that she would never be the person she once was, and because of what fate did to them, neither would he.

He was intrigued by Syaoran, the one who made it his life's journey to gather the memories of Sakura, but in the end all the memories were false, and he was an illusion too. He was a chess piece of a mastermind's cruel game and he desired all the power he needed to save the memories of his beloved. There was a price he had to pay, and a certain magician's eye was that price. In all bitterness and in all bloodshed, the magician saw the real Syaoran once he saw through the clone's breaking mask, and he kept a fragment of that mask with him.

He was…he was…he didn't know how he felt about Kurogane. It changed so frequently, his disposition about him. His deep blue eyes were pretty much set on Kurogane's dark red ones from the moment they met. He had teased and coddled Kurogane a lot over their journey. He never expected him to look further though. He never expected Kurogane to…actually care about him. He had thought that Kurogane was like the others, those who had dismissed him, and those who had not seen past his painted-on smile, his façade a wall to those who did not tread any further. He did not expect Kurogane to risk his life for his, on more than one occasion as a matter of fact. He did not expect to risk his own life for Kurogane's, but in the end, he would trade his life for the warrior's, so he would make sure that his life was worth something if the warrior's life was spared from the iron jaws of death. Even if he believed it or not, Kurogane, the warrior, was his protector and his savior, who saved him from himself.

The magician Fai was always dancing around from what was in front of him, that the past wasn't to be forgotten but he had to release the cross that he kept upon him. Until he did, with the people that he knew and were near and dear to him, he would keep dancing in the oddly shaped waltz that he had trapped himself in until the day of his death.