The Other Foot
DISCALIMER: Not mine.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:Continuation to my last chapter, of a sort. Now, my computer is nearly dead, dead, dead! You've no idea how hard it is to get you guys this. I am looking for a new one, as soon as possible. Once I get it, I have a new chapter of 'To Dream' and a continuation for my first story, then more 'Mage of Clow'.But I will not be back for a while. Thank you for any reviews I get, I will try to answer them, if I can. And if Hypothetical Berry is reading, I am trying to get to a functional computer to answer you. And if Chibi-Moko-Chan is reading, the link you sent me is bad.
When Fai first woke, he was momentarily confused, as to where he was, and why, and who the warm figure lying next to him was. Not a second latter he recalled everything, all that had happened in the last few months, all the things he had done and regretted doing. How he had done everything he could to isolate himself, his curse, and how in the end it hadn't mattered in the slightest. How he had become something physically in-human, but if he had lost his humanity, it was only his own fault alone. But in the end, it was not worth anything at all, because nothing had changed, he hadn't changed, he had still stood by, and watched Fai destroy himself, and stopped him before he succeeded. And because of that, everything had changed.
So he sat up, and yawned, feeling his bones and muscles groan in protest. He was a little soar, but he couldn't make himself mind it, not with him so close by. So Fai smiled, he beamed, and he spoke not realizing the irony of what he said until after he said it:
"Good morning, Kuro-sama."
The man didn't answer, he just keep his eyes trained on Fai, watching as the curl feel from his lips, replaced with a look of utter contentment that was much more marvelous than the grin he had just worn.
"I have a surprise," Fai said, smiling again.
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Fai had been apprehensive, and perhaps a bit afraid. But he held in that fear, Kuro-sama had done this for him already, twice. He had sacrificed so much for Fai had given up so much; the least that Fai could do was not be afraid. But he was afraid, afraid that Kuro-sama might never wake, that when he did, he might hate Fai for what he had done, that he might not have enough to bargain with, or that the witch would ask for something he couldn't give up.
"Yes, Fai?" the ethereal woman said, shimmering all the more in the transmission.
"I need something," he said.
"Obviously you do, if you called me. You want to save him, or to trade something for his life, yes? Knowing you, maybe your own."
"No, not . . . that," he inhaled. Here goes.
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"How does it feel?"
"Fine, I guess," Kurogane replied, flexing artificial flesh with a whir of gears, and the while of electronics.
"Its odd, you know," Fai said, looking off past his lover, into the distance, at the sakura trees of the place Kuro-sama called home.
"What?"
Fai laughed, lightly and sincerely, "Being the one to do the saving, instead of being saved."
"Hmm," Kurogane replied, since in his case that qualified as a reply.
"I think Kuro-sama is better at it though. I was terrified to do it, I didn't know what she'd ask for, and once I did, it was worse. But I was more afraid that you wouldn't come back to me," the man sighed, running a hand though his pale, blond hair. "I don't regret it, though."
"Hmm."
They sat together in silence.
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