"Tomoyo?"
"What is it, Oneesama?"
"What do you see in Kurogane?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, he is fierce-"
"Brave."
"-reckless-"
"Caring."
"-impertinent-"
"Affectionate."
"That's exactly what I mean. Why do you like him so much?"
"His name says everything."
"His… name?"
"Yes. Kuro-chan is my left hand, Oneesama. There are things I cannot do. I cannot fight. I cannot kill even if it is needed. But Kuro-chan can do those things for me. He acts for me. He completes me."
"I… see…"
Tomoyo pressed her hands upon her heart. "Yes. He is truly my dark knight…"
Her Dark Knight
A Very Short TomoyoXKurogane Ficlet
(A/N: For Erica. With love.)
Amaterasu
hesitated to break her sister's… delusion. "Tomoyo?" she
finally broached.
"Yes, Oneesama?"
"I think you mean 'dark horse', not 'dark knight'."
"Hmm?"
"Kurogane is translated as 'black horse', not 'dark knight'."
"Oh. You're right. That fits him better. He's so well hunk after all…"
"'Hung', Tomoyo, not 'hunk'."
"Ah. Yes. That is what I mean." She paused. "So you peek at him, too?"
"Uh…"
"I knew it. But, you know, I saw it first, so I have first dibs on it."
"… I think Kurogane would get angry if he heard you referring to him as an object."
"I wasn't referring to Kuro-chan himself."
Amaterasu, Empress of Nippon, sighed. Kurogane… I pity you…
Kurogane
shivered. For the first time in his life he felt like a well-meaning
kindergarten teacher being stalked by a very precocious nine-year-old
girl.
Tomoyo-hime-sama needs to be married off…
The End… For Now…