How do the Tsubasa group sleep now? Let's find out, ne?

Spoiler warning!!! For those who haven't read up to chapter 167, to be safe.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own CLAMP, or Tsubasa.

Kurogane rolled over, stilled for a second and then rolled over again. He groaned and grabbed his metal arm, attempting to yank the damn thing off. Yeah, it was useful. He could block an attack with it and it was stronger than his real arm, but...It. Was. Impossible.To sleep. He rolled over again, trying to find some way to lie without having metal sticking into his side. If he held it out to the side it was uncomfortable. If he slept on his side with it resting along his chest, it was uncomfortable. The list went on. Kurogane groaned in frustration, sitting up and leaning back against the pillows. Crap, it pinched his skin.

"How the fuck am I meant to sleep, then!"

Kurogane glanced at the side of the bed. Nah, that would never work...

Syaoran sighed. He was so tired form all the daily exertions, but he was sore too. He poked his leg, wondering if he should hack it off and get a metal one like Kurogane-san. It would be handy in battle, but it would feel pretty weird. Syaoran sighed again, slowly sinking into the quilt that covered his bed. He heard a large thunk and some well selected curses. Syaoran jumped out of bed hurrying into the next room.

"Kurogane-san! What-"

Kurogane shifted to the edge of the bed, hoping this would work. He lay on the edge, his shoulders hanging over the edge. He let his arms droop and sighed. It would do, he supposed. He shifted slightly ... and fell of the bed, slamming his head into the wood. Needless to say he was knocked out. But not before he swore like a angry, tired ninja who had just fallen off a bed. Obviously.

"Kuro-Kurogane-san?" Syaoran stared bemusedly at the strange scene before him. Kurogane's hips were on the bed, his back curving down the edge and onto the floor, giving him the appearance of a weird, stuck slug. His metal arm was by his side, his natural cradling his head. He looked unconscious. Syaoran laughed softly. Defeated by a bed, his great sensei...

"Good night, Kurogane-san..."

Syaoran closed the door softly, wondering what Fai-san would say if he saw the sleeping ninja.