Title: Apron
Series: Tsubasa Chronicles
Summary: Fai wears a kinky apron. Let the chaos commence.
Genre: Humor… Well, twisted humor, but humor nonetheless.
Disclaimer: CLAMP owns Tsubasa and all its characters. I am but a mere KuroFai fangirl.
It had been a normal morning. Kurogane woke up, brushed his teeth, combed through his hair, then headed downstairs to the kitchen. He could already smell something cooking. Nothing out of the ordinary was expected once he entered the kitchen.
Oh, boy, was he wrong.
"Good morning!" Fai called out to him, calm as you please.
This is what happened to run through the ninja's mind at that moment:
The mage…
No clothes…
Wearing an apron…
No CLOTHES!
WEARING AN APRON!
Fai cocked his head. "Kuro-pii?"
"Good morning, Kurogane-san. Is there something wrong--"
The boy. Oh, God, the boy. It was too late for him. He had to save the boy!
"F… F… Fai… san…" Syaoran froze.
Nope, it was too late. Kurogane clapped a hand to his eyes, then put the other in front of Syaoran's, trying to ignore the heavy nosebleed threatening to occur.
"You. Out." He managed to stutter. "Clothes. NOW!"
Fai blinked. "Why?"
WHY!
"Syaoran-kun, Kurogane-san, good morning!" A cheery voice piped up from behind him.
Shit. The princess.
Fai only grinned.
It's my first fanfic. Just a little oneshot. Um… Yeah, it's weird, but I was bored. Review if you want.