Note; This is the second chapter for the story… Enjoy, and please – read and review!
Also… Yeah, I don't know what happened to the townspeople of Suwa. So I'm just going to say that little Kurogane killed them in his fit of madness. w;
Warnings; Violence, spoilers for after Acid!Tokyo, and Kurogane's past… KuroFai shonen-ai/yaoi. If you don't like, please don't read.
Disclaimer; I do not own Tsubasa.
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All around him were sakura trees. They dropped their light, rose-coloured petals from their boughs, and one of the petals floated into his pale, outstretched hand. A genuine smile graced his pale, marred face as the black eye patch slipped onto the ground, forgotten in the peaceful moment.
All of the sudden, there was a tumult nearby. He raised one blonde eyebrow in confusion, and moved towards the space between two cherry blossom trees. There was a crackling feeling in the air, which he recognized as the feel of magic – before it vanished, along with a tormented scream.
"Mother!" A boy's voice wailed with agony. He moved faster towards the area that the voice had come from, as a terrible screeching sound filled the air. A few huge demons with multiple eyes had come storming through the broken kekkai.
One of them was a gruesome sight to behold – an arm, still clutching the blade that it had held before death, was visible hanging from its jaw. Blood dripped from its jaws as it crushed down more on the amputated limb, and from the angle he was on, the man could see part of a long dragon tattoo decorated the left arm. All that was left of the limb was from half the forearm down to the tip of the fingers.
His breath caught in his throat at the scent of blood in the air – it did not smell very alluring, but it still felt familiar. Shoving that thought away, he rushed forward, his long legs carrying him quickly over the waving grass towards his goal – the house that the demon with the arm was heading for. He could only watch in horror as the demon ripped the roof from the house, and tore part of the wall down along with it.
Willing himself to run faster, he made his way around the demon's legs, and stared in frightened shock at the scene in front of him. A tanned boy was holding a woman's dead corpse in his left arm, and his spiked hair was the colour of night. Wide, red eyes stared in pain and astonishment at the demon in front of him. The man's eyes were drawn to the woman in the boy's arms, and he saw the stab wound that dripped blood onto the already bloody, stained floor.
He watched as the boy's red irises and pupils shrunk visibly, and the demon let out a few crunching, crushing and gurgling noises as it finished off the arm in its grasp. The sword fell from a nerveless hand before it disappeared into the demon's mouth entirely, and the blade spun a few times before landing in the ground, hilt facing upwards.
The boy in front of him slowly reached out with his free hand, and took hold of the hilt of the blade – one the man recognized, but he couldn't seem to remember from where. Without warning, an insane look twisted the boy's features, and he ripped the blade from the ground, and with his mother resting in his left arm, he surged forward. The raven-haired child let out a howl, and began to slice through the ranks of demons.
One by one, the black creatures fell to the ground, writhing in pain before the boy repeatedly stabbed them in the chest, hacking away at their remains. Their dark red blood spattered everywhere, coating the boy's chest and arms with the bubbling liquid. He let out another scream and moved onto the next demon, felling it easily and repeating the same pattern over again. The man watched in terrified interest, moving up to examine the demon's destroyed body, noticing how its red eyes were dimmed almost to black in death.
One of the city inhabitants moved up to check on the boy once the demons' bodies were littered around the area. The woman moved tentatively up to the red-eyed child, and held out a shaky hand to him. With a shriek, he drew back the blade and stabbed it forward into her unsuspecting body-
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Fai started awake, breathing heavily. Trying frantically to calm his breathing down, he realized he was in a cold sweat. He had been so confused in his dream, that he could only remember the look on the boy's face, his eyes filled with agony, all the screaming… And the death, and the blood.
A gentle hand came to rest on his shoulder, and he let out a yelp that he could not smother in time.
"Fai-san? I heard you scream…" Sakura's soft voice murmured. The blonde's single eye stared unblinkingly at the brown-haired girl, and she shifted uncomfortably.
"Is it morning?" He asked in a mentally weary voice, and the girl shook her head slightly.
"No. It's still night…" The girl moved again, and her emerald eyes glimmered with a small tint of worry.
"What else is wrong, Sakura-chan?" Fai asked, sitting up fully and trying to clear his mind of that foreboding nightmare. Every time he blinked or closed his eyes, even for a split second, he could see the blood spattering everywhere.
"Kurogane-san… He looks like he's in pain…" Sakura whispered, glancing at the open door to Fai's room. The blonde was on his feet in an instant, and he raced out of the room. Syaoran looked up from his place beside the quivering ninja, and his amber eyes were half-lidded and drooping. His face was twisted with a worried look, and he glanced back at Kurogane.
"He's been like this since you went to bed, Fai-san. We did not wish to wake you, but when we heard you scream, Kurogane-san… Well, he let out a sound… It sounded like a whimper, and like he had said someone's name." The boy murmured softly, furrowing his brow even further.
"Syaoran-kun, Sakura-chan, Mokona… You should all go to bed." The white creature blinked and glanced at Fai from its place on the coffee table, before smiling slightly.
"Of course, Fai-mommy." The vampire blinked in bewilderment at the choice of words, before smiling slightly and pulling Syaoran to his feet. He helped the tired boy into his room, and after getting him into the bed, he was fast asleep. Upon entering the main room, he found Sakura had already retired to her bed, and the white creature was bouncing in after the jade-eyed girl.
Another sound gained his attention moments later, however. Kurogane let out a yelp, and began clawing at the air in front of him. In a flash, the blonde vampire was kneeling at the front of the couch, and he grasped Kurogane's wrists in his long, pale fingers.
"Kurogane…" He called out in a gentle tone, but the man just continued to thrash in his grasp.
"Kurogane… Kurogane, wake up." Fai stated in a tone that was sterner then before, and a bit louder. The man twitched slightly, and his lips trembled.
"Wake up!" The one-eyed man shoved Kurogane's wrists back down onto the couch, and the man awoke with a jolt. His breathing showed to be heavy, like Fai's had when he had been woken up.
"Kurogane, calm down. You're alright." Fai soothed, his iron-like grasp releasing the ninja's wrists as one hand came to grasp Kurogane's. The ninja's hand was shaking violently, like the rest of his body. To Fai's relief, however, those blood red eyes seemed a bit brighter than before – showing that he wasn't going to be dying anytime soon.
"F-Fai?" Kurogane muttered uncertainly, his gaze shifting onto the blonde sitting beside him. Said man was silent for a moment, blinking his confusion away – had the ninja just called him by his name?
"Yes, it's me. You were having a bad dream." Inwardly, Fai cursed himself.
'Way to be blunt there, idiot.' He stared intently at the ninja's face, before sighing in disappointment as that stoic mask was pulled up to cover the cracks in his mental shell.
"Why would you care?" The cynicism was clear in Kurogane's voice, and Fai gritted his teeth in irritation.
"Because I had a nightmare too!" He snarled, taking the ninja by surprise with his willingness to submit to this argument early on.
"I had a nightmare where a boy went crazy when his mother died in his arms, and a demon dropped a blade into the ground in front of him too! I don't know what's going on, but this boy was crazy! There's no telling that, if he exists at this moment, he won't kill everyone around him!" Fai snapped vehemently, his eye narrowing when he finally finished speaking.
The tanned man gave a flinch, and his crimson eyes clouded over.
"I wonder… What caused him to be like that, mage?" He asked in a thoughtful voice, his eyes not focused on the vampire. Fai quirked an eyebrow in interest, and then pondered the question for a moment.
"Well… Maybe it was the one he loved dying in front of him?" He stated eventually, turning to the ninja for confirmation.
"… Maybe… Maybe it was just everything…" Came the distant reply, and Fai sighed.
"Come on, Kurogane. Go back to sleep, I'll be here with you." He muttered, tightening his grip on the man's hand. Kurogane stiffened, and turned his now bright gaze back onto the blonde.
"Who are you telling me what to do?" Kurogane snapped viciously, his eyelids lowering until the crimson peeked out through dangerous slits.
"I know you need to rest, and so do I. So quit being stubborn!" Fai retorted smoothly.
"… Tch. So troublesome." Kurogane muttered under his breath, before laying himself back down onto the ragged pillow. Just as his eyes closed, and he began to drift off into a light, uneasy sleep, he heard the vampire's voice enter his mind.
"And if something's wrong… Please don't hide it from me… Because I want to help…" The blonde man whispered in a tortured voice, still holding onto the ninja's hand as Kurogane dropped back off into the warm confines of slumber.
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Fai waited until he knew Kurogane was asleep before crawling up onto the couch beside the taller man. He rested his head on the ninja's chest as silent tears rolled down his face. His eye slowly shut, revealing to him those painful images of the boy's past. Something seemed to chase them away, though, and those dreams – no, nightmares – were replaced by darkness. Black in every direction, no light shining in the distance. It was somewhat soothing, though – it seemed to submerge him in its depths, and comfort him with its oddly chilling warmth.
Before he knew it, his tears had dried on his face, and he fell asleep curled up beside the stoic ninja.
Both of them dreamt of slipping into darkness.
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The next day found the vampire sitting on the broken piece of furniture, his feet planted firmly on the floor. The ninja's steady breathing and pulse was soothing to his ears – it showed that Kurogane wasn't going to die, and neither was he… For now, he hoped.
"Good morning, Fai-san." Syaoran yawned widely as he walked out of the room, and gave the blonde a small smile.
"Same to you, Syaoran-kun. You were very tired last night – did you sleep well?" Fai cocked his head, the blonde locks falling over the rough, worn eye patch.
"Actually, yes. How did you sleep?" A hint of concern crept into the boy's voice, and he blinked his amber eyes before rubbing at them with the back of his hand.
"I slept better… I did not dream." He murmured thoughtfully, his brows furrowing slightly.
"That's good. If you didn't dream, you did not have a nightmare. Kurogane-san seems a bit better now." The boy was right – the ninja's face seemed more peaceful, and his breathing was not as harsh.
Fai was about to respond, when the other closed door gave a small 'click' and opened. The brown-haired princess entered the room, her face more pleasant in the pale morning light that streamed in through the dirty windows.
"Good morning, Fai-san, Syaoran-kun." She spoke in a calm voice, and the white creature dove off of her shoulder, tackling Fai in the chest and clinging to him tightly.
"Fai! Syaoran!" Mokona cried out happily, snuggling into Fai's warm embrace.
"Good morning, Mokona." The two males replied simultaneously, and the blonde felt his face twitch into a small grin.
"You're loud."
"Oh, sorry, Kurogane- Kurogane?" Fai's head snapped around, and his single blue eye was locked into a staring contest with the larger man. Kurogane eased himself into a sitting position as the vampire leaped to his feet and turned to face him.
"Yeah." The ninja's face had recovered its eternal scowl, and Syaoran gave the stoic man a soft smile.
"I'm glad you're alright, Kurogane-san. Mokona has more of a lead on the feather – the magic of the creature which attacked you was blocking the magical waves from Sakura-hime's memories." He stated calmly, stretching his arms as the white creature began to bounce up and down repeatedly on Fai's shoulder.
"Ah… I see. Well, where is it, manjuu?" The tanned man stood up quickly, and then winced. He raised a hand to his head, attempting to remove the dizzy spell that had overcome him.
A blinding flash of pain shot through Fai, and he let out a gasp. His vision wavered uncertainly, and he swayed on his feet. Kurogane stepped forward and placed his hand on Fai's left shoulder, holding the man upright warily.
"You should drink." The ninja stated bluntly, narrowing his blood red eyes in annoyance.
"… I-I think I should…" Fai responded in a cracking voice, blinking the dizzy feeling away. The pain remained – it burned like acid in his side. There was an empty feeling inside of him, which the vampire wrote off as hunger.
Kurogane cocked an eyebrow in surprise – normally, Fai fought with all of his strength against drinking his blood.
"Alright. Manjuu, my blade." He muttered, and the white creature gave a sad nod. Mokona opened its mouth, and the long sword shot out and landed in Kurogane's outstretched hand. Releasing Fai's shoulder, the man moved Souhi out of its sheath and lowered it to his wrist. The steel edge of the blade slid cleanly through the tanned flesh, and the man did not even wince. Fai felt a ripping pain in his wrist, and he unconsciously clenched his other hand around it.
"You alright, mage?" The other man's gruff voice caused Fai to look up for a moment, confusion decorating his face. Kurogane rolled his eyes and gestured with his blood covered hand at Fai's wrist.
"You're holding your wrist like you're injured." He explained in exasperation, and Fai followed his gaze down onto his arm. Pulling his hand away gently, he cautiously looked down at the wrist.
There was no mark.
There was nothing to show that he was injured there.
His left wrist was throbbing as he looked down at the blood covering Kurogane's left hand. There was something going on here, but he could not seem to grasp onto the concept of the price he had paid.
"Drink." Kurogane ordered in a severe tone, brandishing his sliced wrist in front of Fai's mouth like someone would a trophy. Fai gave in without a moment's thought, lowering his fanged mouth onto the open wound. After drinking the blood that was slowly coming out for a few seconds, he dug his fangs in – and ignored the stabbing pain that entered his own left wrist. The hollow feeling inside of him grew as he drank, and after a while, he fearfully retracted his fangs from Kurogane's skin and pulled away like he had been burned.
"I'm fine now." He murmured, wiping at his crimson-stained lips. Ignoring the other man's distrustful gaze, Fai turned to face the princess.
"Where is the feather, Mokona?" The blonde asked, keeping his gaze focused on the brown-haired girl in front of him.
"Somewhere in this hotel…" The white creature responded uncertainly.
"But the feather is moving, and Mokona thinks it's leaving the hotel. So Mokona wants Fai, Kurogane and Syaoran to be careful." Fai's hard, stone-cold gaze softened as he raised a hand, pressing it lightly to the top of Mokona's head.
"No. You two stay here." Fai and Syaoran both turned in shock to stare at the ninja – even the emotionless princess had a bewildered look on her face.
"But Kurogane-san-" Syaoran began quickly, but he was cut off by a stern glare.
"No, kid. You're not going to sway me. I feel fine." Kurogane snapped vehemently. Ignoring his tattered clothes that revealed his wounds and healing bruises, and without even so much as a glance in Fai's direction, he spun on his heel and stalked out the door.
"… Fai-san?" The girl inquired, blinking her jade-green eyes a few times at the blonde vampire. The man stood staring at the closed door, his single eye having widened so much that the eyelids were twitching rapidly. He had seen that look on someone's face before – a look of utter agony. He had felt it, too – which brought him to his final conclusion.
"Oh… Kami…" Fai muttered, raising a hand and placing it over his eyes.
"What's wrong, Fai-san?" Syaoran asked, slowly approaching the blonde with concern evident on his slightly tanned features.
"That price I paid to the Dimensional Witch… I finally understand it." He murmured in disbelief. The other three in the room exchanged worried glances – even the princess – before turning their undivided attention onto the other man.
"When Kurogane feels physical pain, I will feel it too. When he feels emotional pain, it will affect me as well… And with this bond, we share dreams too. So he was dreaming about the boy…"
Syaoran's face took on a look of determination, and he stared with an unwavering gaze into Fai's single, cold eye.
"What boy."
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"Hand it over, you sniveling coward!"
"No! I-I won't!"
The sound of metal being released rang through the still air of the musty bar, and the cold edge of the blade was pressed against the cowering man's neck. He immediately went still, the object clutched tightly in his hands.
"I told you." The crimson-eyed man glowered balefully down at his victim.
"Hand it over." He repeated in a deadly tone, pressing Souhi closer to the man's jugular vein. Said male yelped quickly, and all-but threw the feather at Kurogane. The tanned man snatched the white piece of plumage from the air with his left hand, and sheathed Souhi quickly.
"Good." The ninja smirked coldly, and as he moved to turn away a punch caught his cheek and sent him stumbling forward. Whipping around with an animalistic snarl, Kurogane retracted his arm and sent it forward with such speed and power that it struck the man right between the eyes, spun him around and knocked him out cold. A brawl finally broke out, and the ninja's red eyes narrowed.
A man came racing at him, and he caught the male's movements out of his peripheral visions. Kurogane bent forward at the waist, and the man went flying over him and crashed into another brawler. He tripped another figure and struck one in the chest with a powerful kick, sending him flying. After a few curse words and bruises added to his already battered body, the muscled ninja vanished into the shadows and raced out of the bar, heading back to the hotel.
Little did he know of the chaos that would await him when he returned with his prize, and with bruises littering his tanned chest, there was bound to be some interrogation.
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"So… You're saying this boy went insane?" Syaoran began unsteadily, his face a mixture of surprise and worry.
"Yes. The dream did not carry on long enough for me to see what happened next, but from what I had seen, the boy stabbed a woman after killing the demons." Fai responded, staring at his hands. Suddenly, he let out a yell, and clapped his hand to his cheek. It felt like someone had landed a good punch there.
"Fai-san?!" The boy cried out in shock, and leaped up from his seat on the couch. Fai let out another shout of pain as he felt like he had been struck in the chest, and the burning sensation reappeared in his side.
"T-That idiot!" He ground out through gritted fangs, and they all faced the door expectantly. They did not have to wait long, though – the handle on the door lowered quickly, and the door swung open.
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Kurogane stared in confusion at the sight in front of him – the mage was hunched over on the old chair in the main room of their apartment, watching the ninja with a gaze that revealed he was quite angry. Syaoran had the same face as always – his concerned frown was going to give him some pain in his cheeks later. Sakura had left the room when Fai had doubled over in pain, and she was hiding in her room with Mokona on her shoulder.
"… I got the feather." The ninja held out the hand with the feather in it, and before the boy could make any move to take it, the vampire had shot up in front of Kurogane and knocked the feather from his hand. Ignoring the brief flash of pain in his own hand, he took hold of the ninja's collar and tugged him forward.
"What the Hell is wrong with you, you complete and utter idiot?!" Fai hissed in a hostile way, his azure eye flaring molten gold momentarily before switching back.
"M-Mage?!" Kurogane stuttered in astonishment, his upper body tilted downwards more than usual, with the force on pulling on his collar.
"You got yourself beaten more! Come on, take the shirt off. We've still got the first aid kit up here – we're wrapping up your wounds." Fai snarled viciously, before releasing Kurogane's collar. Said man just stared dumbly at him, frozen in the hunched over position. The blonde gave a sigh of exasperation, and his fingernails lengthened into claws.
Grasping the collar with his left hand, he drew his pointer finger's claw down the middle of the ripped shirt sharply, tearing it open further. Moving quickly, Fai removed Kurogane's arms from the piece of fabric, and surveyed the damage. The wound in his side had a thin, almost transparent layer of skin covering the gaping, burned hole. There were multiple bruises littering his skin, and some had turned a nasty shade of purple.
Fai growled deep in his throat, causing Kurogane to stiffen once more.
'Since when does the idiot growl at me?!' He thought to himself, unnerved in spite of the fact that he knew he should trust the vampire.
"Syaoran-kun, please get the first aid kit from your room. Kurogane, come and sit on the couch." The blonde spun around and strode to the ragged couch, gesturing at it. Numbly, the ninja obeyed the order given to him, and took a seat hesitantly. The brown-haired boy returned hurriedly from his room, closing the door silently behind him as he handed Fai the dirtied kit.
"Sit still." The blonde commanded with a pointed glare in Kurogane's general direction, and the ninja nodded his head slightly. Clicking open the kit in disgust, Fai scrounged through the meager supplies until he tugged out the roll of gauze. The man inserted a fingernail underneath the edge of the white bandages and pried it upwards, before tugging out and placing the edge on one side of Kurogane's ribcage. Fai began to move the roll of gauze in a circle around the ninja, the bandages covering up the gruesome wounds and bruising.
"Mokona?" Fai called out into the air, and another door clicked softly. The white creature hopped out and stared innocently up at the vampire.
"Yes, Fai?"
"Please bring out the clothing from two worlds ago. Kurogane here ruined his." The white creature nodded before expelling a large bag from its mouth.
The ninja could only watch in bemusement as the one-eyed vampire rummaged through the clothing, and tugged out the black shirt he had worn in the world prior to this destroyed one. Fai turned slightly and tossed the shirt at Kurogane, catching him right in the face with the piece of fabric.
"Put that on, and then take a nap. I don't want you leaving here until you're feeling better, and not in pain."
"But I'm not in pain-" Kurogane began sheepishly, even though he knew the attempt would be futile, in all probability.
"I beg to differ. I should know – you are in pain, you just won't show it, you stubborn jerk." The vampire raised his head and huffed, stalking out of the main room and slamming the door to his small, ramshackle bedroom.
Both of the others in the room just stared after him in shock – Mokona swallowed the bag of clothing once more, and vanished into Sakura's room.
"… The feather's over there, kid… I think I'm going to retire to my bedroom… Later." Kurogane tugged the black shirt over his head, lowering it carefully over his gauze-wrapped torso. He stood up and walked slowly into one of the five doors in the main room, closing it softly behind him as he threw himself face down onto the bed.
"… I'm sorry…" The man's voice was muffled by his pillow, and he crossed his arms underneath it for comfort purposes. His head was tilted to the side to allow breathing space, and his eyes slid shut.
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Syaoran watched the man slink dejectedly away into the other room, before he made his way over to the feather and grasped it. Another memory had been gained – but what were they worth anymore?
Shoving that question to the back of his mind, he started in surprise when he felt a presence approaching him from behind.
"What is it, Syaoran-kun?" Sakura asked in a dull voice, her jade-green eyes boring holes into the back of the boy's head. He turned around and held the feather out to the princess, who stared at it like it was something infected with the plague.
"… Thank you."
"Kurogane-san got it for you."
"I will thank him later then."
"… Are you-"
"I'll be taking it into my room with me. That way, I can sleep without bothering anyone." Sakura snatched the feather from Syaoran's outstretched hand, and – ignoring the agony that showed as clear as day on his face – stalked back into her room, leaving him alone with his unwanted thoughts once more.
'… Why does it have to be this way?' Syaoran shook his head, and sank down onto the couch, leaning back against the rigid frame and closing his amber eyes.
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The woman moved tentatively up to the red-eyed child, and held out a shaky hand to him. With a shriek, he drew back the blade and stabbed it forward into her unsuspecting body. The rest of the townspeople gasped and cried out in their shock as the woman let out a choked noise and fell to the ground, sliding off the edge of the blade and laying in a pool of her own blood.
Men and women alike began to run in every which direction, attempting to escape the growing madness of the Lord's son. The blonde could only watch in growing horror as men were having limbs hacked off, women were being stabbed through and left to die, writhing in unimaginable agony on the ground. Children were being decapitated in front of their parents and friends.
The boy continued on this murderous rampage, and every time someone would attempt to stop him, he would let out another wail of insanity and run them through. By the time he stopped moving around, all of the townspeople lay dead. Their corpses were strewn around the area, scattered around him in a wide radius.
The man slowly began to approach the boy, but as he moved to place a comforting hand on his shoulder, his hand went right through the figure. All he could do was stand back and watch in sorrow as the boy's heavy breathing continued on for hours on end, and the sky went dark with nighttime and the smoke from the fires created by the multi-eyed demons.
Finally, a carriage approached, with a regal woman at the front of it. She was seated on a white steed, and she wore the armour of a warrior.
He could not hear the woman's words, but the boy reacted in a harsh way – his blade sliced very close to the woman's face, and drew a small amount of blood from her left cheek. With another few words to the familiar ninja beside her, a group of shinobi were sent to restrain the boy – and died in the process.
As a smaller figure exited the carriage and began to approach the boy, he lunged forward to stab her through, the body of his mother remaining tight within the grip of his left arm. The sword was swung in an arc, aiming to slice right through her frail body-
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The vampire sat bolt upright, fear painting his blue eye a harsher colour in the dim lighting. He forced himself to calm down – it was just another nightmare that Kurogane was having, nothing else. But something about this dream made him think that this boy existed somewhere – it was time he spoke to Syaoran about it once more.
Swinging his unnaturally long legs over the side of the rickety bed, he stood swiftly and exited the room.
"Syaoran-kun?"
"Yes, Fai-san?"
"Why are you still awake?" The suspicion was clear in the blonde's voice, and the brunette just smiled lightly back at him.
"Because I was waiting to see if you would have another nightmare, and if you would wish to speak with me about it." He responded calmly, moving over and patting the space on the couch beside him invitingly. Fai sighed as he took a seat beside the boy, and he stared at him uneasily.
"This time… It started where it left off. This boy, he… He killed all of the people in the town… Then, he remained in one place for about three, four hours or so… Then a carriage came up, with a woman on a white horse leading them. He cut her across the face, killed the other woman's ninjas, and then went to kill the little girl who had come to help him…" Fai shuddered at the memory.
He was so engrossed with remembering what had happened, that he didn't notice the pair of crimson eyes that were staring at him from another doorway.
"Do you think this boy exists?" He asked suddenly, and Syaoran looked slightly taken aback.
"A-Ah, I do think he exists somewhere." The amber-eyed boy replied, recovering his composure quicker then most. Kurogane quirked an eyebrow at this – hearing his past coming from Fai's mouth was weird enough, but now Fai couldn't even recognize the red eyes, the original silver blade named 'Ginryuu' – he had given the duplicate to the Dimensional Bitch for a price – and the black hair.
"Well, I think that if I find this boy… I should kill him." Two pairs of eyes widened in astonishment at this new statement.
"Why?!" Syaoran asked nervously, wringing his hands uneasily in his lap.
"Well, he's killed them all off. There's no telling what he's doing right now!" The blonde replied in a harsh voice, furrowing his brow. Suddenly, he found a blade being shoved into his hand – upon further inspection, the sword was Souhi. Standing up and turning in confusion, he stared down on the kneeling Kurogane.
"Kurogane? What's going on?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. Souhi had been unsheathed, and the silver blade gleamed eerily in the light.
"You said you wanted to kill the boy if you found him." The ninja's gruff voice seemed sharper than usual.
"… Yes." Fai blinked once, awaiting an answer from the other man.
But nothing could prepare him for what Kurogane would say next.
"Congratulations – you've found him. Go ahead, kill the boy – I'm right here."