A/N- I have no idea where this story is actually going; I feel like I'm just writing it and the characters are doing whatever they want. I hate writing fight scenes, because it means that I have to plan out the fight and half the time I'm just sitting here, staring at my screen with about a hundred different scenarios running through my head. It's enough to drive me insane… I would also like to say thank you to those people who reviewed the first chapter. And also thank you so much to wolf1380 who reminded me that I did not have a summary. Sorry about my random, slightly rambling author's note.
The building was smaller than Fai remembered. Of course, he mused, the last time that he'd been there had been several years (and several growth spurts) ago. Fai drew his massive coat carefully around himself, raked his fingers purposefully through his hair, and then strode toward the building. He need not have worried; despite his fair skin and hair, and his unusual blue eyes, he drew little more than the usual attention—a few glances here and there, some smiles (some being very friendly) from both man and woman, and the occasional greeting. His response toward the latter was his usual wide grin, and an enthusiastic "Hello!" He easily weaved his way through the throng, and toward the back of the room. He had little time to waste by stopping to talk to people and even less time to waste by dancing. Despite his energetic efforts, Fai did not reach the hallway in a timely, or inconspicuous manner; it had taken him a quarter of an hour to reach the back door, and if anyone were to see him like this, hunched over, hands on knees, gasping for breath and with perspiration beading off his forehead, he would definitely at least be questioned. And probably given a barf bag as well, he thought with amusement. I hate crowds. Carefully, he glanced around, struggling to memorize his surroundings, and then giving up completely; he could always jump out of a window or fight his way out later, although he would rather avoid the second option if he could.
Fai looked up at the roof, or rather, through the roof, as it was made of a thick, wavy glass that distorted whatever view there was of the night sky, but probably held up through the long winter months. He frowned. Tomoyo's roofs were most certainly not made of glass. What the hell…Heavy footsteps interrupted his thoughts, and Fai looked around the hallway, panic rising. He needed to hide, and hide fast, judging by the increasing volume of the footsteps. Wordlessly, he settled in ducking behind a tall potted evergreen, hoping that the man (Fai could tell that it was a man by the weight of the footsteps) wouldn't look too closely. In a state of panic, Fai tried to rearrange some of the tree's branches to better cover himself. He stopped only when he became aware of the litter of needles and dirt that he was dislodging. It covered the floor around his meager hiding place in a rough semi-circle. Fai froze in the process of scooping up a handful of pine needles as the man rounded the corner and spotted him. Fai fell to the floor, clutching his throat and making a gurgled choking sound. The dark haired man rushed to where the blond lay gasping and knelt by him. "Are you all right?"
As fast as lightning, Fai rolled over and swung at the side of the man's face; unfortunately, the man rocked back at the last second, and only received half the force of the blow. Quickly rolling to a standing position, Fai stared in surprise. Nobody (with the exception of Yuui) had ever been able to dodge him before. The dark haired man staggered to his feet and stared back, obviously analyzing his opponent. Fai took in the man's broad shoulders and red eyes, along with his disheveled black jeans and leather jacket. Whomever he was, he was clearly a force to be reckoned with. It was clear that he didn't think much of the blond—he had most likely taken in Fai's sticklike physique and hadn't given him much a chance. Fai suppressed a smile. It was a common mistake, and one that most people often ended up regretting. The man dived forward and Fai dodged, spinning out of the way. The man lunged again. Missed. And again. Dodged. Fai took a swing. Almost connected. The stranger swung again; missed.
We're getting nowhere, Fai thought, dodging another blow. Thinking quickly, Fai muttered the words of a spell, and slid down a nearby wall, exhausted. The man landed in a heap on the floor, unconscious.