A/N: I thought that instead of continuously starting a new story every time I have a songfic for KuroFai, I thought I'd just compile them into one big work. These ones are just the old ones, so yeah. But I do have a few new ones coming up since there are SO VERY MANY songs for this pairing. And some of them are going to be AU, like, there'll be songfics that have to do with their relationship in my AU fics like Secrets and Intrigue and stuff like that. And not all of the pairings will be KuroFai, like there'll be some (only if you've read Secrets, you'll get this) MioruxKurogane, and AshuraxYuuixFai....stuff like that, y'know? And I'm saying there MIGHT be. Because...y'know....I'm pretty lazy. 0_0

The first time Fai saw Kurogane, the mage only ever thought two things:

Ill-tempered. Child.

Yes, Kuro-chii was an amusing child, but nonetheless, he could no more grasp the horrors that reality threw out than Sakura and the clone could.

At least, not the true horrors.

But even though Kuro-puu was still a child—a very innocent one, from the way he acted at the slightest of suggestions—he was a slightly nice-looking child. Especially his hair. Fai found himself thinking, as the sun shone through the skyscrapers of the Hanshin Republic, how difficult was it for Kuro-pipi to make it just so like that. The dark, inky strands stood straight up at some places, and yet fell down leniently at others.

Fai confirmed it to himself.

Kuro-chibi's hair was definitely his sexiest feature.

Kurogane (attempted to) work on the roof of the damn, little girl's house. Why was he fixing it of all people? It wasn't as if this was his fault. But it did give him a good reason to march up to that castle and kick that fat bastard's ass black and blue. The ninja glanced down, only to find Fai watching his pitiful hammering avidly.

No, Fai was not "lazying around" as Kuro-bun had put it. The mage was very much busy. With what? Why, he was busy observing Kuro-chan's bare arms and shoulders.

Now, Fai knew that you couldn't always be right—even about your own inferences and observations—but it was rare that Fai had to contradict himself. But he supposed this time, he would simply have to.

Tanned, somehow flawless, and rippling over wiry, muscled perfection.

Kuro-momo's skin just had to be his sexiest feature.

Kurogane glared at people a lot.

Fai noticed this.

Well, no. Fai noticed the eyes he used to glare at everyone with. It seemed ironic to the mage that his eyes were red, of all colors. Red was usually associated with anger and violence, wasn't it?

But if Fai was correct, red could also be associated with pride and justice.

As Kuro-hyuu glared watchfully at his surroundings and at Syaoran as the boy fell into Jade's snowy ground headfirst, Fai watched Kuro-hyuu. The mage sadly smiled in his mind. He was wrong, yet again.

Blood red, crimson, and smoldering.

Kuro-wan's eyes were apparently his sexiest feature.

There was never a need for it before, but in Outo, Fai and Kuro-woof actually had reason to discuss things other than the mage's impending doom at the hand of the ninja.

Discussing usually involves conversation, and conversation usually involves using that thing people call a voice.

Not only that, in Outo, Kurogane found that he had to shout more than usual—what with training the kid, keeping the manjuu bun away, and threatening the mage.

Fai found out that this might be the first time he had to correct himself so many times in succession. His feral grin was hidden behind a bright smile as he closed his eyes and listened to Kuro-puppy shouting at Mokona for landing on his forehead yet again.

If at first you don't succeed, try, try, try again, right?

Raw, rough, deep, and just the sound you want to hear scream your name in lust.

Kuro-ruff's voice must be his sexiest feature.

Even drunk, Fai could think clearly—more or less. He had just finished his thirty-eighth bottle of sake, and he thought it might be time to stop. Fai tossed the bottle aside and heard it roll until it hit the wall. Instead of picking up another bottle, he occupied himself in watching Kuro-guppy drink.

Fai's sapphire eyes widened at the sight of the liquid moving from the bottleneck into his mouth through way of Kuro-yummy's lips. The ninja's tongue flashed out to clean his lips of any residual alcohol, as he tossed the empty bottle aside.

The dark-haired man raised an eyebrow at his audience. Fai merely shrugged and smiled. Kurogane rolled his eyes.

When the leader of the shrine came to escort them to breakfast, Fai sighed—though it was a somewhat happy sigh.

The mage knew that even though Kuro-sun used it to say some things that Fai really would rather not hear…

Sultry, firm, but full and begging to be kissed.

Hands down, Kuro-birdie's mouth was his sexiest feature.

A new world.

No kids.

No manjuu bun.

One gibberish-speaking mage.

Why did Kurogane get the small feeling that he should ask the gods to take him now?

Fai was intelligent. And he knew it. He was pretty sure that Kuro-fish knew it, too. So even though he couldn't speak nor understand the language, he didn't need words to know the way the other soldiers considered him.

Yes, they thought he was an excellent warrior and were shit-scared of him, but that wasn't the only thing they thought he'd be excellent at.

Kuro-furry might dearly miss the kids and Mokona—or perhaps just Mokona and its world-traveling and translating abilities—but Fai couldn't care less. It would be nice to move on to another world, but for the first time since Fai had met Kuro-wanko, the mage was actually happy to admit that he was wrong.

Wrong about two things.

One: Even though compared to Fai's age, Kuro-kiki was a child, in physicality, the ninja was very, very much a man.

And second: Any feature of Kuro-chii's Fai had thought was the sexiest before, was utterly insignificant to the feature Fai learned about in great detail during their time in Yama.

Kuro-hunny's sex simply had to be his sexiest feature.

After all the time and discovery Fai had with Kuro-sama in Yama, Fai started to stop noticing specific things about Kuro-sama, and started to take note of himself.

As Fai passed Kuro-sama, dozing on a couch, Fai's arm accidentally brushed against the ninja's shoulder. Fai smiled, remembering how Kuro-sama's features had entranced him one by one, until he was completely besotted.

The windowpane was behind the couch, and Fai watched with amusment, Syaoran attempting to teach Sakura how to fly the vehicle in time for the Piffle race. But before he could turn away, something else caught his eye.

His reflection.

He'd never realized how different his appearance was from Kuro-sama's. Like his hair, for one. Instead of determinedly standing in one position, Fai's hair flipped and flopped and floated at random directions—never holding its ground.

Fai touched the soft, blonde locks bitterly, and smiled.

His skin was a sharp contrast, as well, Fai thought as he saw his hand near Kuro-sama's cheek. Kuro-sama's skin was warm, always looking as though the sun had just hugged him with its rays. Fai's skin would never look like that. It stubbornly went unchanging, forever flawless, but cold and white—like ice.

Their eyes were so different it frightened Fai. And not only the color, even though Kuro-sama's smoldering blood red was a ways off from Fai's deceiving sapphire.

Fai turned toward he window again, hearing Sakura's laughs and Syaoran chuckling with her. Such innocent voices. Unlike the way Kuro-sama's own voice had whispered to him last night. Fai grinned to himself at the memory. If only his voice could be like that—gruff and deep, but so blunt and truthful. Not the best sort of voice for conniving and convincing, but better than Fai's voice. The voice of an angel—but told enough lies to assure Fai's place in hell.

He heard Sakura call his name and automatically smiled through the window glass. That way, he could see his smile in the reflection.

Never before had he wanted to throw up so badly.

His smile repulsed him. He'd give anything to be able to use his mouth like Kuro-sama did. To be able to form the harsh truth, and at the same time, kiss Fai so gently it was like kissing a breeze.

The thought of kissing caused Fai's pants to tighten in a certain area. He shook his head wryly to himself as he looked down. Of course, he hadn't forgotten about how different they were during sex. How could he? It was blatantly obvious.

Kuro-sama could somehow have rough sex and give it off as gentle simultaneously. All Fai could do was allow the ninja to lead.

And as Kuro-sama woke up, Fai thought of only one thing:

He's beautiful. And I'm hideous.

"What's wrong?"

The roughly spoken words snapped Fai out of his reverie. He jolted and glanced up at the one-armed ninja before him. Fai didn't answer; he simply lowered his eyes.

Kurogane felt his patience ticking already. "What's wrong?"

"I'd say nothing, but Kuro-sama wouldn't believe me," Fai smiled. "And doesn't Kuro-sama think it's a bit hypocritical to ask me what's wrong when Kuro-sama nearly died yesterday?" A slender, white hand came to rest where Kurogane's left arm once was.

"No. Now answer the question."

"I was merely thinking, Kuro-sama."

"About what?"

Fai slid nearer to the ninja, hand still where the lost arm used to be. "Old thoughts. Thoughts I've entertained for quite a while now."

"Yeah. That really clears things up." Kurogane's voice dripped with sarcasm as Fai curiously fingered a lock of the ninja's dark hair.

"It does, doesn't it? You should be interested," Fai continued indifferently, "They are about you."

The mage hid a smile as he felt Kurogane tense. "What about me?"

"They say that love is more than skin deep, and of course even a liar like myself knows that," the mage said, sighing with a smile. "But really, Kuro-sama, I don't know how great my personality is, but how could you love someone so hideous? Kuro-sama could do so much better with his looks."

Kurogane was staring at him through squinted slits of red. "Did the manjuu bun drop you on the head when we got to my world? You need to get your eyes checked, mage."

Fai raised an eyebrow, tilting his head. "I don't know what's considered ugly in your world, mage, but I know what's considered ugly in mine, and you aren't it."

"Compared to Kuro-sama, I'm grotesque," Fai said loftily, his fangs only inches away from Kurogane's neck.

Fai thought that Kurogane would reply with yet another argument, and pull away from Fai's teeth. Instead, the ninja simply proceeded in showing Fai exactly what he thought of the mage's body and reminding Fai about which of Kurogane's features were the sexiest.

Fai didn't think he'd ever be able to choose.

And as the last piece of clothing between them flew to the floor, Fai knew Kurogane didn't have a sexiest feature.

The ninja was simply too sexy for his own good.