Memories

Chapitre One

Cameras

Some random story I wanted to make. A TRC one (again) and will include almost every character…

Note: Yeah, almost every character mentioned in TRC will come out. Almost every character. Note the word almost.

Another Note: This is based on the song '다시 시작해도 될까요' by 성시경. Technically it means "Can We Start Again?" Yeah, the music video is like it… So… Hn…

Full Summary: The photographer Fai D. Flowright loves to take pictures of nature everywhere around him. Another tourist has the same hobby, taking pictures of historical sites. Unfortunately, on their recent trip, they have switched cameras with each others photos. Will they be able to give the cameras back? And what will happen then?

Disclaimer: Tsubasa RESERVoir CHRoNiCLE isn't mine. It's CLAMP's. So… any character mentioned here… – Points – Yeah, it's theirs. Um, the first two lines are from 성시경's album. Yup. Not mine either.

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다시 꿈꾸고 싶다

다시 사랑하고 싶다

You can say I'm a typical photographer. Y'know, I take photos during my vacations, put them on post cards and such, send them to my family… Well, maybe not that last part.

Name's Fai. Fai D. Flowright. I came from… God knows where. I've been traveling so much that I don't know.

My specialty? Nature. But nowadays I've gotten into ruins, statues… Yeah.

I'm not a special person really. I just go around, taking pictures of trees and flowers, occasionally couples who walk by, asking me to take their pictures.

'Gladly!' I would reply. But really now, you're just killing off my film.

So I travel around the world, looking at the changing leaves, the snow that falls and blankets the ground with fluffy whiteness, the dew that remains on the grass for hours straight in the spring mornings.

You can say I'm a typical photographer. Yep, nothing special about my life.

You know, I wonder what would happen if I lost my camera. Devastated, yes. But… what more?

My whole life is on that film. My whole life. My whole timeline. My memories.

To you, it's just a mere camera. Yeah, you can buy a new one, who cares?

But this camera was with me for years. My whole entire life.

If I lost it, I would be crushed emotionally, emotionally scarred.

I'd rather die than lose my camera.

I'd rather die than lose my memories.

I want to dream again.

I want to love again.

… Okay, so I admit I am a photographer. What? Got a problem with it? Sure, it's not normal seeing a person like me to be into photography. Oh well. Deal with it.

My name? Why should I tell you? … Fine, I'm Kurogane. Yeah, just call me Kurogane. I usually take pictures of historical sites to put on my website but if I can't find anything good, I just take pictures of nature.

I'm from Japan. Where exactly, I wouldn't tell you. I just call my home country 'Nihon'.

You could say that I'm the anti-social type, not talking to other people excluding my family members or some friends I have. Do I take pictures of other people? Cheh. That's stupid.

I travel around the world to look at sites and ruins that were open to the public like certain tombs, pyramids, castles…

I'm a photographer. That's all I do. Take pictures.

But taking pictures has become a part of my life. It must've been because my mother was so into stuff like that.

If I lost my camera… If I lost my film… My world would crumble around me. And really, I'm not being sarcastic. If that were to really happen…

'If'. Stupid Ifs. They're just so confusing. But… If I did lose them…

… I would die.

Not just my physical self die, but my soul, my mind.

Yeah. I love photography that much.

I'd rather die than lose anything to a jerk who would steal my items.

I'd rather die.

They've always said that a picture is worth a thousand words… Does a photo count too?

The little red cable car swung back and forth in the fierce winter winds as it traveled all the way up to the peak of the mountain.

A blond man wearing a coat and earmuffs stared out the window, his occasional sighs staining the glass with fog. As the clouds cleared, he took out one of his cameras and held it before his eyes, grinning.

And within a second, a picture was taken of the majestic mountains of Asia.

…

Hot cocoa was served in the inn as people ran to and fro from their rooms to the outdoors. Many young couples came together to ski or snowboard. Either way, they were glad that they were together.

Blood red eyes were examining the outside scenery, the whole place covered in crystallized droplets of water. The eyes softened as they spotted a small winter rabbit, its coat covered with falling snow. The person got up and headed outside with a camera and snuck behind the rabbit, not wanting to alarm it. With the flash off, the camera was lowered until it had the whole body of the rabbit in its place.

With a snap, the picture was taken and the bunny fled for its life after hearing such a sound.

… … …

"Ah, what a bother! I only got to take a few pictures…" the blond man from the cables muttered, stretching his arms as he relaxed into the soft couches. He loved the inn for three reasons: it was close to the nearest mountains, it had awesome hot cocoa and the spa inside the place was absolutely amazing.

"Let's see…" The person turned on his camera and looked through his recent photos, deleting some of the ones that looked horrible.

"Excuse me," a girl whispered, walking up to the blond. "I was wondering... Do you take pictures for couples too?" He looked up and smiled.

"Sure, where do you want to take it?" The girl's emerald eyes widened in happiness and beamed.

"Thank you so much." She turned around and called for someone and started waving her hand in the air. Soon, a boy a bit taller than her with warm brown eyes walked up, smiling at her. She pointed to the blond with the camera and said, "He'll take a picture for us, Syaoran-kun." The boy next to her thanked him and stood next to her, holding her arm.

"I think this place would be fine." The man nodded and backed up a bit, taking a picture of the couple before him.

"What do you think?" he asked, showing them the camera. They both nodded their heads.

"Thank you… Do you think you can send these pictures to Room 248?" The photographer nodded.

"Can we have your name, sir?" the girl asked, holding her boyfriend's arm. The blond man smiled.

"Fai. Fai D. Flowright."

… … …

Crimson eyes scanned the spa before them, narrowing as they spotted two males trying to peek into the female's spa.

So the man reached down, took one of those stools and swung it at them, nailing them in the head. They fell forward, off their chairs, over the wall separating the spas, and landed before a girl who was trying to undress and get in.

"Oh, my God!" the man heard the female shriek. There were more slaps, stammering and then another shriek.

The red-eyed man chuckled at the commotion made on the other side of the room. He set his foot in the steaming water, sighing in content as the cold seemed to have evaporated into the steamy air.

"Are you okay?" he heard someone ask.

"No! There are perverts lurking everywhere; two of them landed right before my cousin!" The man ruffled his black hair, smiling mischievously under the water.

Not my fault. Kinda.

"Well miss, I suppose you should step out before anyone else comes…" the same person said again, stepping away from the angry woman.

"Humph!"

Red eyes opened again underwater as they examined his big hands.

Hn… I should get out before anything else happens…

"Ai! That's hot," someone shouted as they stepped into the pool of water. The man rolled his eyes unconsciously.

Sissy.

"Hey, do you mind if I borrow that towel of yours?" he heard someone ask him. The bored eyes looked up at the man smiling down at him.

Bubbles floated up to the surface as the man tried to speak.

"I take that as a yes." The towel was snatched away from him.

Red eyes glared at the towel being used by the stranger, the towel tied around his waist.

"…" The man got up, growling.

"Who said you could use my towel in the first place?" he barked, pulling off the white towel. The stranger looked up at him, seeing that he was much taller, and smiled.

… What an obnoxious ass! Who does he think he is, smiling at people like that?

"Eh, gomen ne."

Stupid idiot. Using my towel. Stupid blue eyes. Staring at me. Stupid blond hair! What kinda Japanese person has blond hair anyway? Did he bleach it or something?

The blond man sat down next to him, sighing in content.

"Wai, so warm…" he giggled, bringing his whole body underwater.

The man got out of the water, clearly frustrated.

There goes my time of 'relaxation'.

He went into the changing room, slipped on his clothes and grabbed for his camera on the lockers, hanging it around his neck.

Stupid blond idiot…

… … …

Fai had frowned when he heard the man beside him leave the spa. Did he do something wrong?

"Eh…" He looked up from the water and cocked his head to the side as he saw the man reenter with a camera, shuffling around the room, looking for something.

Oh hey, a camera.

The man gave up, shaking his head in frustration.

"Oh well," Fai heard him mutter as he walked out of the spa. He went under water again, blowing some bubbles until he grew bored.

Nothing to do… Maybe I should watch some TV to kill time.

Fai walked out to the changing room, humming quietly as he dressed in thick sweaters. Reaching up for his camera, he felt something hard so he grabbed it, happily bringing it down. He hung it around his neck, still humming, as he threw off his slippers and put on boots.

"Hn…" He shook his head violently, the blond locks going everywhere. "There, much better." Fai pranced out of the room, smiling happily as his hand unconsciously reached up to grab his camera.

… … …

Kurogane, the man with red eyes and a massive body had been freaking out when he saw the name sketched on the camera he had taken.

Shit, shit, shit, shit! He repeated over and over, frantically running around his room, pinching himself as if it was a dream.

"Oh dear Lord," he muttered, sitting on his bed in exhaustion. He gave up. He lost his camera. And this person was probably far away from where he was. Kurogane fell back onto the bed, letting out a groan.

"Damn it. God damn it…"

I don't even know who this person is…

… … …

"Ara?" Fai shrieked as he dropped the camera in his hands.

This isn't mine!

"Oh, my Gosh." Quickly he picked up the camera, placing it on the wooden bureau beside his bed. Fai perked up, a thought running through his mind. It might work. It just might work.

I'll find the person who owns this camera and I'll give it back!

Great!

… But who the heck is Kurogane?

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Oh boy, that got confusing. I didn't wanna say their names in the very beginning because well, I don't like doing that.

Anyway, as usual, I suck at first chapitres… But it shall be better sooner or later! Trust me!

I hope you liked it. So… Yeah, I won't beg for reviews, but just a simple "Nice" or "Good job; maybe you should've – blank – in this chapitre" would be nice. Constructive criticism – not the kind that would make my work seem like shit… - would also be appreciated! Thank youz0rz.

Nyoz0rz.

-Muffinizer