Title: Idiot in the Dragon Corral
Author: Gypsy Dancing Girl
Fandom: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles
Pairings: None
Characters: Kurogane, Fay, Yasha
Genres: Friendship, Humor
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Author's Note: Can be taken as a prequel to Babysitting Idiots. Contains Fay's history with the dragon corral and ends with likely the point where Fay becomes a warrior in Yasha's army. Sometimes, you just need something to do.
"Kurogane-san."
Kurogane sheathed his sword and turned to face Yasha. His opponent bowed to the king; Yasha knew he was lucky to get a curt nod from Kurogane.
Yasha waved the others aside. "Kurogane-san, there is a slight problem with Fay-san . . . in the dragon corral."
Kurogane slammed the flat of his hand against his forehead and didn't wait for the King to continue. He strode across the training fields, heading directly for the corral. The idiot had been out of his hair for twenty minutes, and apparently that was too long to stay out of trouble.
Why Fay had such an attraction to what were arguably some of the most awkwardly put-together creatures in existence was beyond Kurogane. Add to the fact that the beasts were large, and capable of breathing fire, and no one went near the corrals without training, a purpose . . . and a sword.
Except for Fay, who was incapable of getting that the beasts did not like strange blonde things popping up out of nowhere. It quite understandably startled them, and when dragons are startled, they breathe fire. The very simple equation was either beyond the idiot-mage's comprehension or Fay simply didn't care. Kurogane leaned towards the latter.
As Kurogane approached the first corral, he found Fay sitting very happily on the back of a single dragon-beast at one end while fifteen other animals cowered at the opposite end. "Mage!" Kurogane bellowed, squinting his eyes. If the blonde was actually doing what Kurogane thought Fay was doing (i.e.-decorating the beast with flowers), Kurogane was going to kill him.
Fay waved cheerfully from his perch, and Kurogane sped up, using one hand to vault himself over the rails. The blonde idiot practically flowed off the animal's back to meet him. "Bonjour, Kuro-chien," he greeted, since there was no audience to overhear. The mage was stroking the dragon's face with the same nonchalance that Kurogane would use to pet a cat (if Kurogane would ever be caught dead petting a cat).
"Idiot," Kurogane began fairly-patiently. "This is a dragon . . . not a poodle. We are in a war . . . not a garden. You are flammable . . . these things breathe flame. Are you getting my point?!"
Fay shook his head cheerfully.
Kurogane closed his eyes and counted very slowly to ten. Opening them to find Fay inches from his face and watching curiously negated the previous calming effect. Kurogane seized the mage before Fay could reverse direction and threw him over his shoulder.
Yasha was still standing where Kurogane had left him. Kurogane dumped the mage in a heap and stepped on the back of the blonde man's cape to keep him from running off again. "Fay doesn't have enough to do."
The End.