A/N-Sorry about the delay, I've been studying for my English final, which amounts to me writing tons of essays lately. Did I mention that I hate essays? They're just so….boring. I've also had to work on multiple choice and comprehension…luckily that's the part of the exam that I usually do best at, so not as much studying for that part, thankfully. I'm also attempting to draw the world's best (or only) stick chicken. If you want to see it then check my deviant art (same name)…I'll post it there when it's drawn. Anyway, here's chapter three.
…the pain was excruciating and…there was blood, too much blood…drained, empty…there was too much blood, he was going to…running down his face, his chin…shaking, leaf, fall…he fell, not sure…blood…arms, blood , strong…shaking, yelling…panic, screams..
"Fai! Wake up damn it!"
Fai opened his eyes and met a panicked blue stare from his twin. Instinctively knowing that something was amiss, Fai leaped off the mattress and peeked around the boxes, making sure that they were alone, then finally turned to face his brother in last night's breeches and nothing else. Yuui rocked nervously back and forth on his heels, peeking anxiously around boxes and crates, clearly worried about potential eavesdroppers. Fai grabbed his twin by the shoulders and shook him gently. "Yuui, what's going on?" Yuui's eyes were enormous, pale blue orbs as he answered.
"You know Tomoyo's house, the one she just built? With the blue fence and all those skylights?"
Fai nodded, his gut twisting and untwisting like the knots on the rigging of sea-ships.
"There was a raid last night. Two actually…Tomoyo was throwin' a welcome party for her cousin, 'parently he's this handsome ninja warrior or somethin', 'cording to my sources." Yuui's nervous grin was lost on Fai, who had frozen. "Anyway, 'parently he got tired of the party an' wandered off and he met a mage in his hallway! A MAGE, Fai! And not just any mage, 'cause this guy is fast right? Bein' a ninja and all that. Anyways, this mage knocked 'im out and took off somewhere, which Tomoyo took as a personal insult to her family, never mind that this guy has more than enough enemies who could a done it…and he woke up as some thieves broke in through the skylights a couple of rooms over and being mad about losin' to t the mage, he took it out on the robbers." Fai listened in surprise (and amusement. Yuui had taken to the streets like a dung beetle to shit, and even talked in the same rough dialect that was favoured by the homeless. Fai, on the other hand, was tough and ruthless enough to survive, but still too civilized to be clumped in with the hermits on the block. If Fai hadn't been related to Yuui and hadn't immediately taken a liking to Syoaran and Sakura, the young couple that Yuui was bunking with, he would've left town altogether and never looked back.), and nodded for his brother to continue. "Seems like Kurogane (That's his name, by the way) either couldn' remember or wouldn' tell the guards what the mage looked like. There are rumours going around that he wants to off the guy himself. Fai, ya need to be careful."
"What? Why?"
Yuui stared sadly at his twin. "'cause you were gone last night when I came in and this morning this guy came and talked to me when I was diving *…said I looked an awful lot like the mage who jumped 'im. And he told me to be lookin' for someone with feathery tatts**. The only person I know with tats like that is you."
Fai stared wide-eyed at his twin, running a hand absently through his blond locks and rubbing his neck where the tattoo started and spread down his left shoulder and down his back to his tailbone, resembling large, white feathers with a tribal motif on each one. "Look," Yuui started awkwardly, "I know you're usually fine on your own, but I thought I'd warn you 'bout this. No tellin' what a guy like that might do to a feller if he had a mind to. An' I know you're proud of your tatts," Yuui waved off Fai's vehement protests with ease. "But maybe you should cover em up for awhile, just in case this guy comes knocking, right?" Fai looked down uncomfortably. After a long, pregnant pause, he reluctantly agreed.
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The streets were packed with the usual rush; Fai, being used to the crowd, pulled his hat down low and ducked into a back alley; he quickly scaled the wall of one of the houses that made up the alley (this was easy for him to do, as the wall consisted almost entirely of rough, uneven bricks) and continued on his way via rooftop. Nobody paid much attention to the blond on the roofs, which suited Fai just fine. He wasn't really in the mood to do any explaining, and there were always several others who were smart enough to use the rooftops as a mode of transportation.
One advantage to using this system was that Fai arrived at his destination fairly quickly. With a small grunt he carefully lowered himself onto a ledge a couple of feet down; the constant breeze ruffled his hair and lifted his tee-shirt, exposing his navel for a moment, until he was safely situated on the two-foot wide stretch of concrete that had served as a window ledge at some point before the buildings imminent abandonment. From here, Fai could easily make out the glass roof of the building he had broken into. He remained seated in the most comfortable cross-legged seat that he knew, shifting only on occasion or running his fingers absently through his hair. So absorbed was he in his vigil that nothing registered in his senses until a large, rough hand clamped down on his shoulder.
A/N~I have a drawing that corresponds with Fai's dream on Deviant Art….here's the link: .com/gallery/#/d4o0zcf
