A/N: Kya! I actually finished this one in less than four sittings! *Does happy dance*

Anyway, this one's short, but all of mine usually are anyway. I loved the thought of a chibi Fai and Kuro-rin holding hands! *fangirl squeals*

Blanqueraq,

I've been working on your plot bunny that you presented to me, and well…it met another plot bunny and things happened…and I've got a whole farm of plot bunnies on my hands now. In other words, your request is going to be a fic. For once though, I'm not going to publish it until I finish it, because it looks like it's going to be longer than what I normally do, so I want to finish it, instead of leaving it to rot on my computer. So thanks so much for the idea!

"Kuro-pon, can I hold your hand?"

A black haired boy of seven years old cast an indignant look down upon his shorter companion. This companion, whose name was Fai was, in looks, the complete opposite of "Kuro-pon". Messy blonde hair framed a pale face set with sparkling blue eyes. These blue eyes seemed to sparkle with innocence, but if you asked the black haired boy, Kurogane, he'd say that it was the devil lurking under the irises, not angels.

Kurogane continued to glare down upon Fai when he answered, "No way stupid. I'm NOT holding your hand, and my name is NOT Kuro-pon! My name is Kurogane!"

Fai chose to ignore that last sentence and instead, he pointed to the road ahead of them and replied, "But Kuro-myu, I'm not allowed to cross the street if I don't hold someone's hand!"

Kurogane huffed. He wasn't either, but he wasn't going to admit to this idiot that his mother still made him hold her hand while crossing intersections. That would just tarnish his tough reputation on the playground. It was enough that Fai teased him endlessly, he didn't need the other children to do so too.

Fai didn't wait for an answer this time. He grabbed Kurogane's slightly larger hand, milky white, smooth skin contrasting greatly with tan, rough skin. Before the taller could complain, the blonde had started to drag him across the crosswalk, leaving the corner of Main and Farms St.

Kurogane made it to the opposite sidewalk, red faced from both embarrassment and anger. But, as he watched Fai start skipping toward the soccer field, chattering away about nonsense, he couldn't help the warm and fuzzy feeling lingering on the hand Fai had grasped.

"Kuro-sama, can I hold your hand?"

A seventeen year old teen looked down indignantly at the questioner. He glared, trying to intimidate Fai to take back the question, but he knew, that was impossible. His boyfriend never seemed scared of him, even when his general appearance frightened away most people. But when was Fai ever considered "most people"? Kurogane sighed.

"You've asked this question every time we arrive here. Why bother asking anymore?"

Fai smiled up at the crimson eyed adolescent.

"It's because I just love to see Kuro-chu's reactions of course!"

"Kurogane growled; the sound reverberating in his throat. In response, the blue eyed blonde simply giggled girlishly. He intertwined slender fingers with large ones, and sighed contentedly, leaning his head onto Kurogane's shoulder. Despite his supposed annoyance with Fai, the tan teen allowed himself to smile, just a bit.

The two crossed the street.

A few hours later

Five beings tumbled out from seemingly a hole in the sky onto cement. One of these five people, named Fai, looked up and gathered his bearings.

"Hey, where'd Kuro-puppy go?"

A muffled sound reached Fai's ears. It seemed to be coming from underneath him. Looking down, he realized that he hadn't landed on cement like his traveling companions, he'd landed on black!

Before he could put his realization to words, the blonde was thrown off of the black mass, landing on his butt on the cold ground.

"Ouchies Kuro-pipi! That hurt!" Fai gave a weepy look at Kurogane, crocodile tears almost brimming over. Sakura, Syaoran, and Mokona chose to ignore the spat between their "parents" as per usual.

"Shut it, mage. Don't land on me again! AND MY NAME IS NOT KURO-PIPI!" The black clad man stood up, brushing loose stones off his person. Upon finishing, he took in the unusual surroundings of the new world they had landed in.

"Where the hell are we?"

The mage gasped. "Kuro-daddy shouldn't use that language in front of the children! It will scare them forever!"

The ninja snorted, muttering something like "scar them my ass" under his breath.

As usual, the rest ignored him. They were now occupied on the street signs that crossed on this corner. They read Main and Farm St.

Fai turned to him.

"Hey Kuro-chi, doesn't it feel like we've been here before?"

Kurogane found himself nodding before he could stop himself. This place felt eerily familiar, as if he had visited it during another life. He didn't have time to dwell on the thought though, because Syaoran insisted on getting the others (mainly Sakura) a place to rest for the night, because Mokona had already sensed power.

As they walked down the sidewalk, Fai discreetly slid his hand into Kurogane's larger one.

Kurogane let him.

A/N: Well that's it folks. Hope you liked it enough to review! I should probably go work on that new fic now…