More Drabbles
DISCLAIMER: I am not CLAMP!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, this idea attacked my brain and said 'write me!', and I did as told. Rather short, somewhat odd. Tell me what you think. Odd thing about the first one, my brain seems to have come up with the image of Fai as one of the clock-work robots from Doctor Who.
Clock-work
"Why the hell are you smiling?" he asked, and he wasn't sure why he cared.
The thing next to him turned to face him with the perfect imitation of grace, and held him in the gaze of two bits of brightly colored glass that looked for all the world like eyes. He still wore that flawless smile, painted with precision and attention to every minute detail, painted well enough to rival a master. But there was something empty about all of it, as if inside there was not flesh and blood but a mass of ticking clockwork and wound springs, beautifully tuned, marvelously intricate.
Fai laughed, and it was an angel's laugh, like in all ways to the ringing of chimes of the tinkling of bells, the trickling and babbling of a brook. "Maybe I'm happy, Kuro-san!"
Kurogane had the odd sense when the immaculate imitation of humanity that was Fai turned away from him again, and the breeze caught a few strands of the spun gold threads atop his head, that Fai had said 'maybe' very deliberately. That perhaps he wasn't sure himself.
Twisted
"Hardly seems fair," Kurogane mumbled.
"Fair?" Fai asked his interest peaked.
"All this shit, what's happened to the kid and the princess."
Fai realized he was trembling then, realized he was laughing. And he was shocked to hear the cold, high sound and realize he was the one making it. "Nothing is Fai, Kurogane. Life isn't fair. It's twisted, so very twisted…"
"Yeah," the other agreed.
"Did you want me to stay?" Fai asked, stretching his nude body languidly.
"It's a lie."
Fai had already begun to gather his clothes.