I decided, for the heck of it, to expand a bit on the drabble. Each chapter is a different charecter. There will be 9 in all. Each is on a different situation, but it follows the storyline of the manga one after the other.

Kuro's POV

The sake fell into the cup that the pork bun was holding. "Syaoran's interesting when drunk, no?" it commented. "But he must be worrying about a lot of things too. He fell asleep so fast." It gave the kid a quick nuzzle on the forehead.

"Just like the princess...and that magician as well." I said quietly, trying not to wake the kid up.

"There've been a lot of painful things. Syaoran disappearing..."

"It's not just that." I sighed. "They're hiding something."

"Fai, or Sakura...?"

"Both. Expecially the princess." I took a sip of my sake. "Havn't you noticed anything?" I asked, subtly pumping the little creature for information.

"While I'm awake, no. But Mokona can sense things when Mokona's asleep. When Fai talked to Yuko, Yuko asked me to sleep. They could still talk. So if Sakura talked to Yuko while Mokona slept, mokona wouldn't know."

Huh. Interesting.

"Even so..." a strained voice spoke. The pork bun jumped onto my shoulder. It was the kid. "I'll protect her...defiantly..." I had to admire is determination. It was as strong as my own. I placed my hand over his eyes and I felt them close.

"Sleep." I said. The pork bun had taken the sake bottle to free up my hand. I took it back now. "You sleep too." I told the white creature.

"And you?" it asked.

"there's still some left." I said, a smile tugging on my mouth.

"If Kurogane is awake, everyone can sleep safely!" It exclaimed happily. I pushed it down onto the couch next to the kid. And now I was alone with my thoughts and a bottle of sake. Everything has become more complicated. No. It was always this complex, it was simply covered up very well. I looked to my still-healing cut on my wrist. He may not want to have lived, but he has become a part of our twisted family, like it or not. Just the same as me.I looked down to the kid. He wasn't the same. He was the original, yes, but he was different. He wasn't so nieve. He had more perspective. And of course, the pork bun probably knows more secrets then anyone. It's become a secret-keeper. I looked towards the door that led to the princess's room. She's changed the most. There was something in that feather's memories that changed her. It's not just the kid disappearing.My mind flashed back to all the blood. I shuddered. This didn't used to happen; I'd grown soft. But that was alright with me, because it had happened on my own terms. I looked to the bottle and sighed.

"Number 6 of 18."

Ta-da! So Kuro's thoughts are done. No one really does anything from his POV sadly. Or if they do it's only for romance stories. There's no real 'Kuro-acting-like-Socraties' types of fics/drabbles. Please review!