Only Distance Prologue

Rating: G (this chapter) NC-17 (overall)
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. I do not own Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle or its characters.
Warnings: None in this chapter

A/N: This was originally an RP done by myself and terminallyCapricious on tumblr. I was Kurogane and she was Fai. We played other miscellaneous characters, and if you really want to know who played who, just ask. I'll be sure to answer any other questions, too!

Anyway, this is a little different than exactly how our RP went, as I cobbled all the responses together to make it visually coherent and presentable as a story. However, this RP was pretty much (for me at least) an excuse to write constant fluffy porn. There are a lot of NSFW scenes later in the story, and they can get pretty graphic. Those will NOT be posted here, as with 's newest policies, but uncut chapters can be found at my Dreamwidth account (name is the same as this one, and there is a link on my profile page). I will preface chapters saying if there are scenes cut so you can go check them out on Dreamwidth if you wish. I hope this isn't too much of a problem! If you do read this, I hope you enjoy what we did!

-X-

"Kurogane, I insist that you do something to relax!"

Tomoyo huffed in frustration as she and her assistant—as well as a dozen tall women in suits and sunglasses—walked down the streets of Tokyo. "But since you seem to be absolutely helpless in actually doing something that isn't working or sitting at home, I decided to do it for you. There's a host club around here that's very clean, very professional, and very good. I made you an appointment already, and I will make sure to see if you checked in or not."

Kurogane grumbled as people all around stared at him, the young woman he stood next to, and their entourage of bodyguards following close behind. He tugged and loosened his tie. It was way too hot in his clothes.

"I don't see why that was your first option." He glared at Tomoyo. "Host clubs are shady places. It's just one step away from prostitution!"

"This is a high end and extremely professional host club. Sex—if it happens at all—is 'off the menu' so to speak, and is outrageously priced to discourage such acts," she huffed.

He took out his phone to look at his calendar of events. He had to have a meeting or something he could use as an excuse. "They're places for dirty old men and snobby rich girls—not me."

Tomoyo pouted. "Then I guess I'm a snobby rich girl, because I'm a frequenter of that club. There's the absolutely darling young man named Syaoran. He's very cute and polite. He's not as popular as he should be, and I'm planning on introducing him to Sakura. At least go and try it out. If you don't like it, no harm done."

She raised her arm dramatically and pointed at him. "If you don't go at all, I'll make you my test model for some of my new men's wear."

Kurogane winced and put away his phone. "Fine, fine, fine. I get it. I'll go."

He wondered why Tomoyo would subject such an innocent girl like Sakura to the horrors of the night life that was a host club.

"…And you are a snobby rich girl," he muttered under his breath.

"I heard that." Her cheeks puffed out. "At least try and enjoy yourself? Don't act like a grump and then say you hated it for your own convenience."

As they finished their conversation, the two returned to the Piffle Princess corporate building. Tomoyo turned to face Kurogane. "Now, it's the end of the day. You are dismissed."

"Thank you," he grumbled, walking away.

Kurogane headed to the executive parking lot to grab his car, when he heard a soft whimpering sound. He looked around and saw a cat stuck in a tree. It looked scared, clutching to the branches with its claws. Kurogane stared at it, wondering if he should call someone, or mess up his suit and get it himself.

"Oh you poor thing!" came a voice. It was from a man, who was obviously foreign in his features. On top of blond hair and blue eyes, his accent was thick and not from any region in Japan. Kurogane noticed the man was in a nice looking suit. Not business, but almost like someone who worked for a fancy restaurant.

He frowned and looked at Kurogane, who was now staring at the mysterious foreign stranger. "Please help him?"

"Why should I?" Kurogane asked, looking the man over. He seemed well built. "Why don't you do it?"

"Because you are getting off of work and have no reasons to worry about dirtying up your suit, while I am headed to work and cannot afford to dirty it," the man replied. "My boss is very picky when it comes to how I am dressed."

Kurogane sighed and grabbed hold of a branch, hoisting himself up. He held out his hand to the cat, who saw it and immediately ran up his arm and clawed its way onto Kurogane's head. He stiffened at the pain of tiny cat claws against his skin, and slowly made his way back to the ground with the cat buried in his dark hair. The blond foreigner smiled and eased the cat off the man's head.

"Thank you very much!" he chimed happily before holding the cat in his arms. It started to purr contently and rub against his chin. "Cute kitty!"

Kurogane was still in shock at having a small creature perched in his head, that he almost didn't notice the blond man's smile. It was so striking and gorgeous that Kurogane was stunned speechless, reduced to staring at the man while his face involuntarily started to heat up. The foreigner petted the cat a few times before letting it go.

"Be good. No more trees now okay?" His blue eyes landed on Kurogane. The blond thanked him again and bowed before taking off.

"Wait…!" Kurogane didn't know why, but he started to run after him.

The man stopped and turned with a smile. "If you wish to talk with me, I suggest we talk and walk. I'm going to be late at this rate."

"I just—" Kurogane wondered what sort of job this guy could have that would start this late. He bowed quickly, a strange gesture he rarely gave people. "I'm Kurogane. What's your name?"

"I am Fai Fluorite," he answered, bowing in return and brushing some of his hair back as he smiled. "Have a good evening. It was nice to meet you, Kurogane."

Kurogane stood and watched Fai walk away. When he was out of sight, Kurogane slapped his cheeks a few times to straighten himself out. As much as he wanted to follow the man and find out more about him, he reminded himself to be practical. He shouldn't chase after people he'd just met, even if Fai was the first interesting person he'd seen in a while.

He tried to expel all thoughts about the man as he went back to his car, drove away, got home, and went to bed, but he was still thinking about him all through work the next day.