Okay I am more than sure that i messed up on his POV but oh well nothing I can really do about it... Now read and try to enjoy

Chapter 1

A KuroFai Story

"…gane….Kurogane!" A voice yelled, and if it had been any higher in frequency it would have shattered glass. I stilled my hand, pen stopping mid-stroke, and finally raising my gaze to meet hers. Tomoyo sat in front of me, pale arms crossed in front of her chest. "Were you even listening to me?" The ways she says it tells me she already knows the answer to that.

"Well I am working." I grunted, retuning my attention back to my report.

"Sorata said halfway during an interrogation, you ran away with some young woman." She said, and I didn't have to look up at her to know that she was smirking. I felt my eye twitch when she said 'woman'. "So tell me, Kurogane, who is this girl? Sorata also said she was dragging you off."

"It wasn't a girl. And he's stronger than he looks." I stated. It was true, Fai looked like you could snap him like a twig, but I hadn't been able to get out of his grip.

I noticed that my sister had gone quiet. And while this was a good thing, as I could now finish my report in peace, I knew that she wasn't going to let something like that drop that easily… I looked up at her again, and found her smirking in her 'I'm superior to you' look that she sometime gets. "What…?" I asked suspicion heavy in my voice.

"Is womankind that terrible that you've has lost faith in it, and have now turned gay?!" She taunted, hand over her mouth as she let out a fake gasp. I could feel the anger rising in my chest and clenched my jaw as she continued. "Are you now seeking comfort from a cross-dressing young man?!"

Trying to remember some of the anger controlling techniques that anger management had given me, (something I was forced into by Tomoyo.), I took a deep breath, eyes closed, and grated out. "I'm not gay!" I spat. I remember them saying something about relaxing imagery, and the only thing I could think of at the moment was butterflies…

"Oh! How wonderful it will be! To have an openly gay big brother! We could go shopping together!" Butterflies…. Flying in a nice, peaceful, pasture, with…"We could braid each other's hair!" Flowers… and- "Oh and we could stay up late watching TMZ and spend all night talking about whose cuter: Brad Pitt or Johnny D-?!"

"TOMOYO IF YOU DON'T FUCKING SHUT UP NOW, I WILL KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF THOSE GODDAMN BUTTERFILES!!" I roared.

Her smirk only grew, but thankfully she dropped the conversation. "Butterflies huh? You know in dreams they symbolize the need to settle down with someone." My sister had some weird fascination with dreams.

"Don't start with that dream crap. You know I don't believe in it." I said, finally calmed down, though I still felt slight irritation. "And it wasn't a dream; it was something I had to lean in Anger Management."

"Even things you imagine count." She said in a voice that was trying to be wise. She leaned forward a bit and grabbed a magazine off of my desk that she had placed there earlier, and began flipping through it lazily.

I made a noise in the back of my throat, feigning interest. "Hey what are you doing here anyway? Isn't it past your bedtime?" I asked, looking at the clock: 1:30 a.m. I had only been home for an hour and thirty minutes… And Tomoyo had been here for longer...

"I don't have a bed time." She said, smugly.

"You make it sound like you have Dad wrapped around your finger." I muttered, dropping my pen on the table, and stretched. Getting out of the chair, I yawned and ran a hand through my black hair. "Come on. I don't care if you have one or not, I'm tired, so you're leaving. Go call Dad and tell him to come pick you up." I told her, making my way around my desk and went into the living room. Tomoyo followed after me, made her way into the kitchen, and over to the phone.

I sat down on the couch and waited for her to get off. I flicked the TV on and vaguely wondered where my roommate had run off to… Probably out with his fiancé. Tomoyo hung up the phone, and sat down beside me on the couch.

"Where'd Sorata run off to?" I asked, trying not to sound all that interested. While my roommate could be a very annoying man at times, he usually only had those moment around Arashi. So I only had to deal with that side of him at work. As long as Arashi never set foot near my house, I'll survive.

"Arashi's," Was all she said, as she stole the remote from me. I was very glad that I had blocked all the cartoon channels, the last time she was over here... much to Soratas dismay. The reason for us being roommates was only because he had been in need of a place to stay, and I had been falling behind on the rent money. We had been partners, before I had gotten promoted, and it seemed like the most logical thing to do.

Well Sorata was getting married in a couple of months, and was, in a couple of days, going to be moving out. While I will miss him, (something I will never admit out loud), I was going to be glad for the peace and quiet.

There was a loud knock on the door, making Tomoyo jump beside me. I snorted, before standing up, ignoring her as she yelled at me to shut up, and made my way to the front door. Opening it, I was face to face with my father. We looked a lot alike, we both had black spiky hair, (though his had a tail at the end of it, having never grown out of the 70s era), red eyes, and tan skin.

"Hey Tomoyo, it's for you." I called back into the house, stepping away from the door, and flopping back down onto the couch. My father and I haven't had a good relationship in years. It had started going down hill around the time Mother died and then died soon after. Probably around the time I found out that Tomoyo was only my half-sister. (1)

I heard Tomoyo sigh from beside me. She stood up, her black hair fanning around her, and it reminded me of the wig Fai had on today. She placed her hands on her hips with a huff. "You're going to have to talk to him sooner or later, Kurogane." She whispered, leaving out the door as soon as finished her sentence, slamming the door shut behind her.

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I awoke the next morning, to the sound of birds out side of my window. And if I wasn't used to getting up this early in the morning, I would have shot each and every one of them dead. I glanced at the alarm clock, which now has a thin layer of dust on it I noticed, and saw that it was only 6:30. I let out a sigh as I threw the covers off of my body, clad in only sleep pants, and stood up. Throwing on a discarded black wifebeater, (2) I went out into the hallway. Making my way into the kitchen, I opened a cabinet and pulled out some generic brand of cereal.

Pouring myself a bowl, I was about to go get the milk when my cell phone rang. I didn't remember leaving it out here last night… but went to answer it anyway.

Checking the little screen on the front it read: 'Souma Calling.' Souma was an old childhood friend of mine, who now works as a teacher at some school. Furrowing my eyebrows, I answered the phone.

"Suwa speaking."

"Hey Kurogane, I've got a job for you. How good are you with children?"

1) Meaning that his father slept with another woman and she had her kid, but didn't want her so she gave her to Kuro's father... didn't feel like explaining all of that, now or later on in the story.

2) Tank-tops for men,(that can be used by women to) this is what we call it, but I'm not sure if others do to or not... apparently generally worn by men who beat their wives... hehe jk