A/N: In order for this story not to be freakishly long like my last one, I've decided to install chapters. Yay me. Haha. I was inspired to do a fic with a lighter mood in mind, so it's not supposed to be very thought-provoking. Just... entertaining. Pointless, but entertaining. Right now this is kind of like the prologue or preface or whatever, from Kurogane's POV. He is so OOC it's not even funny. D: Anyways...

Crap, this is another one of my X-over AU fics. Blergh. Now I have to debate on editing out a few characters. Huh. Oh well.

Rated T for language, adult themes... uh... I'm sure I'll think of more later. x3

If I owned Tsubasa, there would be blatant KuroFai action between every other line.

Please enjoy. :)

"Wait, what—HEY! Get back here! Oi! You—"

"Uwahh! Kuro-pon is mad!"

"ARGH! You little—!"

"Te-he! Kuro-wanko is chasing me! Ah, ah! Bad doggy!"

"MY NAME IS KUROGANE!"

Fai loosed an extremely girlish squeal as I managed to grab the hem of his shirt—no, mine, actually. I hooked an arm around his skinny waist, slung him over my shoulder, and dumped him in a heap on his bed. Inwardly, I marveled at what little affect his weight had. He landed in a tangle of arms and legs, flipping over on his back so he beamed up at me, his velvety giggles serenading my ears. I pointed at his chest with a glare.

"Why the hell are you going through my stuff?" I demanded.

It had been happening quite a lot lately. The damn blonde would skip off to his classes wearing something of mine and returning it in less than pristine condition. Today he had on my Batman T-shirt, which was at least three sizes too large for him. It hung off his narrow shoulders and exposed an unhealthy amount of pale, pale skin, contrasted sharply with the dark fabric. It didn't help that the shirt stopped at mid thigh, about the same place where his shorts ended.

…Not that I cared. In fact, nothing could be further from my mind. I just wished he would wear something that wasn't as revealing.

He smiled innocently, his hair tousled and his lashes fluttering like the wings of a butterfly. His cheeks were flushed an excited shade of pink. I winced as his overly enthusiastic voice shot straight through my skull:

"But, Kuro-rin, we're roommates! We share everything! What's yours is mine and what's mine is yours!"

I replayed that last phrase in my mind.

'…what's mine is yours'.

I imagined a totally different scenario in my head, one where I walked up to him, slapped his ass and asked, "Even this?"

I cursed myself for even thinking of him in that way and merely scowled down at the stupid blonde.

"Just put some pants on, you idiot."

He blinked up at me in genuine puzzlement. "Eh…?"

I gestured vaguely in his direction, slightly uncomfortable. "You… you're…"

Why couldn't I just say it?

Why couldn't I just say that I didn't want people looking at him? That his shorts were so tight they could've been painted on, that at this very moment I was wondering how they would restrict the possibility of a boner, that if he didn't take them off right now, I swear to God I'd screw him so hard whoever pulled me out would be the rightful king of England?

But those thoughts were wrong. They were more than wrong, they were impossible.

I knew he was going to give me trouble the first time I met him. I knew even before he opened his mouth and completely butchered my name. I knew he was going to be everything he said he was, and more.

"I'm Fai!" he had said, and that wasn't the end of it.

This attraction was driving me crazy. I couldn't focus, I couldn't train, I couldn't sleep. He was wearing me down to my last reserved nerve, and it wouldn't be long before I finally snapped. I wondered if I would explode, and where all the little pieces would go, and whether or not the shock wave would kill him.

I considered confessing. Really, I did.

But I couldn't very well go up to him and say, "We're buddies, let's fuck."

The truth was, I wanted more than just a partner. I wanted someone who could handle a relationship, someone who wouldn't break between my fingers, someone who could withstand my blunt personality and deal with it. I wanted someone—anyone, who I wouldn't have to worry about over unimportant things, who had flaws, who wasn't so fragile and delicate. I wanted… I wanted…

I wanted Fai.

I denied it at first. Who would even dare trying to pin down that poor excuse of a man with love? He'd ignore it; he'd tie the idea to a balloon and send it flying far, far away over some cartoon rainbow. He'd run, he'd escape; he wouldn't want to lose his freedom to some rough, thickheaded guy like me.

I stared down at the blonde, and he shivered under my unseeing gaze.

"…Kuro-pin?" he ventured softly.

I snapped.

I was towering over him in an instant, my hands sinking in the mattress on either side of his head as every cell in my body recoiled in horror, screaming, No, don't do it, don't do it, you'll regret this for the rest of your life—

I kissed him.

His startling blue eyes grew wide and round, and that was the last thing I saw before I squeezed my own eyes shut and concentrated on the warm pressure, on how sweet and lovely he tasted under my lips.

Then I withdrew as quickly as I came, and suddenly there was a muffled poof.

A cloud of lavender smoke rose, passing my upper body as it floated to the ceiling, where it disappeared. I froze.

...the hell?

Had I just died?

I looked down to where Fai was supposed to be.

"Meow."

Holy shit.

A sleek cat with blond fur stared back at me with sapphire irises, from beneath a pile of clothes. "Me-ow."

"Fai?" I gasped, beyond utter disbelief.

The cat bolted.

Within the chaos that ensued, I couldn't help thinking how much easier it had been trying to catch Fai when he was… you know, human. This neko-Fai kept slipping through my grasp, dodging obstacles I threw at it and freaking out in general.

"Get back here, dammit!"

It clawed its way under the bed, hissing and spitting, then made a beeline for the open window. Luckily, I reached its destination first and slammed the window shut, my hand shooting out of its own accord and grabbing the scruff of the cat's neck. I leaned away from its treacherous paws as it bared its needle teeth defensively.

Then there was another poof, and I dropped it in dismay.

What seemed to be a younger version of Fai blinked up at me in surprise.

Naked.

I struggled to control my natural physical reaction to a provocative scene like that and I backed away, nearly tripping over the electric cord of my broken lamp.

The flaxen cat ears perched atop his head twitched involuntarily. A tail of similar attributes flicked to and fro behind him. Beautiful, creamy, unmarred skin… everywhere. A stray lock of silky hair rested on his collarbone, and I defiantly resisted the unrelenting urge to brush it off and ravish him half to death. He opened his mouth, and I could see—since I was desperately searching for something else to look at—twin fangs poking out from his upper row of teeth.

"K-Kuro-chan?" he whispered faintly. "What's going on?... What—ow!"

Chibi-Fai yelped in pain, and a drop of blood trickled from his bottom lip.

"Don't talk," I commanded at once, and reached for some Kleenex. I knelt beside him, choosing to ignore his nudity. "Open your mouth." He complied, whimpering quietly as I dabbed the cut and held his chin in my hand. He was smaller than I had thought. I could've wrapped my fingers around his neck and still have room to spare. My dark, tanned skin clashed erotically with his own maiden white complexion, and I narrowed my eyes.

Damn you, hormones.

I eased open his jaw, examining his throat and somewhat forcing myself to be as gentle as possible.

"You bit your mouth," I said in a low growl. His fangs were sharp, and they would easily pierce through flesh if he wasn't careful.

He gave me an irritated look. Like that wasn't obvious. Then he appeared to realize the lack of clothing he had on him. Pushing out his bottom lip in a ridiculously cute pout, he blushed as he drew his knees together in an attempt to be less exposed. His tail lashed back and forth in embarrassment.

Poof.

"Kuro-pi?" Fai coughed.

I hoped he had transformed into something with clothes, but when the smoke cleared, he hadn't.

Fai had returned to normal, however, and had grown to fill in the close proximity between us. I realized I was still holding his chin. Our breaths mingled tantalizingly. The blood was drying on his full lips.

It was enough to temporarily erase my memory of what had just recently occurred.

Abruptly, yanking us out of our trance, there was a knock on our door, and someone called,

"Hey Fai-san, Kurogane-san, I need to borrow that book I was telling Kamui about, the one with…" Subaru trailed off when he poked his head apologetically into the room. His initial smile was fixed in place stiffly when he took in the sight of me looming over Fai's vulnerable body. I could practically read the thoughts flashing through his head. They went something like this:

Ah.

Kurogane-san. Fai-san.

They're…

Oh.

Okay.

…Does this count as rape?

Before I could say anything, he reddened and shuffled backwards, bowing, flustered.

"N-never mind! S-sorry for disturbing you!" he stammered, and hurriedly closed the door.

I sighed gruffly, and pulled a sheet over Fai's head. "He's probably scarred for life."

"Well, who wouldn't be? Kuro-daddy's so scary looking all the time!" Fai chirped unhelpfully.

"What?! I'm not—oi, don't change the subject! What the hell happened back there?"

"Ano… Subaru-kun walked in on me naked?"

"No! Not that! When I…" I paused, scowling. "You turned into a cat! How?"

Fai wrapped the sheet around him and chewed on the inside of his cheek, deep in thought. A tiny frown tugged at the corners of his mouth. "I don't know, Kuro-mu. I think it's because you…" He glanced away, feigning nonchalance, and I wanted so much to take his head in my hands again, to make him look at me because I couldn't bear to see him avoiding my gaze.

He turned to me, smiled a smile that was so brilliant it was unfair.

Fake.

He was faking it, and he knew I knew. He shrugged, his smile now lopsided.

"Who knows?" he laughed, and the sound was wistful, hollow, confused.

(Why did you kiss me?)

I stood up and walked out.

A/N: Confusing? I know. :D