Jealousy

Intro: Ho ho ho! This idea sprung out from a lemon I read! Make sense? Didn't think so. Anyhow, enjoy thirty-five. Miss Angry is on. (smiles) Although some people think of Avril Lavigne when I say that. I'm talking about Alanis Morisette.

A/N: A new world they are in.

They were stranded in yet another world. This time, the ninja couldn't complain. It was a wonderful world – to him, at least! Fai on the other hand, his idiot of a companion, was not very happy with the results of the world they were currently in.

It wasn't similar to the brunette's world; in fact nothing was the same. This world had strange customs, sleek buildings, and had the oddest utensils to eat with. What was similar was Kurogane's life and blood. His art, known as ninjutsu, was very popular and weapons of all kind filled the world. There was so much different brandished types of steel everywhere!

Syaoran had a small idea of what most things were, he could tell spears from swords and axes and lances and such. Sakura was completely in the dark. She knew absolutely nothing about weapons. Mokona knew a little bit about everything. There was no problem there. The problem at stake was Fai. It wasn't as though he didn't know the difference between weapons and ninjutsu arts, but it was that this area in particular didn't suit him. He was more of a pacifist than a warrior, you could say.

This world's love for weapons and lust for fighting put Kurogane at ease. The quite opposite reaction reached Fai. The ninja decided that the language was similar to his and so he went out in search of a sword to replace his former – Ginryu. Even if he couldn't understand them, there was the language of weapons, and that was universal. It required no thought and only actions. The blonde, as always, somehow ended tagging along. It wasn't as if the mage could bother him enough to distract him from the excitement. No, that was most definitely not going to happen this time.

Fai could tell faces and of course this was no exception. He knew Kurogane wouldn't pay attention to him no matter what kind of act he put up. Well, there was an act he could put, but he knew it wasn't exactly time for that. Not quite just yet, that is. Kurogane was still in his denial stage and so he'd have to wait until the ninja complete opened up to him for that.

He just sighed as he looked at all the different combatant vendors in disgust. How could anyone possibly live like this? Surrounded by weapons and… no. Just no. That didn't bode well with Fai at all. He thought that they should at least make their violence beautiful like magic…

He silenced himself. It wasn't good to think of such things, after all.

-O-

Kurogane inspected all the different swords. Actually, inspected didn't quite cut it. They had finally found a wonderful vendor in favor of swords, or so Kurogane said. For the first time in his life, Fai saw a side of the warrior he would've never expected. Kurogane, the great, hard-bodied, manly, powerful ninja, was flocking over swords like a fan-girl over her yaoi manga.

Fai just sighed and pretended to be interested in what Kurogane was. He didn't mind it all that much, anyways. Sure, he didn't like being in this store, but nothing took away that he would be able to black-mail the ninja later. Fai looked at the store as a whole. It was a long rectangular store the entrance on the north side and spreading to the long south-end where the register counter was. There were three aisles filled with steel and even more mounted on the walls.

Kurogane started spouting nonsense – or so it was to Fai – about different swords. He explained the difference between western- and eastern-styled swords. The next topic of his interest was explaining what made a good sword and the 'must-haves.' Finally, the ninja just had to talk about hilts. Fai finally decided it was time to tone Kurogane out and plotted to annoy him ten times more than he usually did when they stumbled into the next world.

It was at that moment where Fai saw something he was interested in. Mounted on the wall was the most beautiful piece of steel – perhaps the only piece of steel Fai would say was beautiful – he had ever seen. On the black mount lay a shiny, brand new sword that was clean of innocence, as though it had never seen death in its life. It had strange markings, 'kanji' as Kurogane said they were earlier, in a white color with a beautiful blue hilt. It was like a mixture of royal blue, light blue, periwinkle, and white ribbons with two tassels of silver strands attached.

The sheath was plated in a thin sheet of pure ivory. Actually, it was ivory with a stain of blue… Sapphires complimented the blue and including more kanji-linked chains in harmony to one another. It was the most beautiful weapon he had ever seen – next to his trusty staff which he gave up, of course.

Kurogane noticed the blonde starring at the mounted work of metal. "Can you even use a sword?" he asked.

The blonde, unaware of his action, straightened up and laughed, "I thought Kuro-Puu was too busy looking at swords to pay attention to me!"

Kurogane grunted. Turning away to continue his search, Fai started talking again, "but in a single word, no. I can't. In fact, I'd rather avoid as much violence as necessary."

"Avoiding violence doesn't mean you can't fight," the ninja replied, eyes fixed on a black-sheathed sword.

"Right you are, Kuro-Min! You are oh so wise!" Fai cheered, throwing his hands in the air and evading the subject. "I stand corrected!"

Kurogane ignored him. Fai pouted frustratingly. Giving a couple of swings with his current object of attention, he sheathed the sword once more.

"This one," he remarked. Fai poked on eyebrow up. "This one," he repeated. Fai just gave up. It wasn't like him to do so, but Kuro-Min was being difficult. "This is the one I'm going to get. This is the sword for me."

"How do you know that, Kuro-Mou?" Fai asked, sliding closer to the brunette and getting close in his face. "Why not another sword? Why that one?"

"I just know," he stated stoically, making his way to buy the sword.

"Fine. But how is Kuro-Yan-Yan going to pay for that?" Fai innocently asked through a smirk. He highly doubted that Kurogane had brought any money, so he would probably force the ninja to give him an equivalent exchange for the funds. What to make him do…

"The money from my world seems valuable here. Remember last night? I still have a little bit more…" Kurogane took out some coins from his pocket, spare change what looked like, maybe three or four golden coins. The clerk took the money happily without a question. Fai pouted again.

Upon leaving the store, Kurogane fastened the sword onto his belt like ninjas do. The hilt shone brightly in the light of the burning sunset. Fai pushed himself into the taller man's arms, hoping to get some attention. It was pathetic but true – Fai was jealous of a lousy sword. He bit his tongue. He should've had more confidence in his lover. I mean, Kurogane wouldn't leave Fai over a sleek sword… right?

"Get off," the man growled, pushing away the blonde.

Fai just managed to grab onto each arm that pushed him away. "But Kuro-Kon! You're not being fair! That wasn't fair!"

"What the Hell?" the tanner man asked.

"That wasn't fair and that wasn't nice! Kuro-Chan was supposed to let me buy him that sword and then reward Fai for being so good!" the blonde pouted.

The raven-haired man looked at Fai in horror. "Are you ever good? What the Hell happened to you? Did you whack your head upside when we were in that store or something?"

"Kuro-Gan!" Fai wailed at the top of his lungs, clinging onto Kurogane's torso.

Calming the mage down, he patted the blonde's head. "Damn you're loud. Just calm down already, okay? It's not as if I did anything wrong!"

"But Kuro-Yam would rather look at a sword than pay attention to me…" Fai said trailing off, allowing the fake tears to stream off his eyes and down his pale cheeks.

"Shut up. What should that have to do with anything? Just cut that out alright? You think this is more important than- you know what? Just forget it. I'm not going to get a headache right now just because of a sword."

"Kuro-Udon doesn't love me," the melodramatic man screamed, breaking away from the muscular man. He even had the perfect rubbing of his fake tear-filled eyes down.

'Kuro… Udon…? What the Hell? Does he want to eat me now…?' he thought with a chill up his spine. Kurogane pulled Fai into his arms as was before.

"Look, it's like…" the raven-haired man recollected his thoughts, "remember what I said in the store about the sword when I said that I was going to get it?" Feeling his cheeks starting to burn up, he choked out the last sentence through gritted teeth and hardly closed eyes, "it's the same thing, alright?"

Fai's face lit up. "No, Kuro-Ran. I don't think I remember. What was it that you said?"

The ninja stopped in his tracks and pulled the mage's lips to his. "Fai was a good boy, right? That's your reward. Now shut the Hell up," he said with a seductive tone in his voice. Pulling a finger up to Fai's mouth, he closed the blonde's lips shut.

Fai broke off from his lover and skipped happily in the front. Turning around he smiled and flounced his hair. "Are you admitting you love me, then Kurogane?"

In shock at the use of his whole name and Fai's sudden question, he managed to stammer what came out as a broken sentences, "No!-I-I-I mean, I didn't-I didn't say that! Not like that, at least!"

Fai jumped a few steps backwards and smiled even wider. "You said, 'not like that, at least!'" the blonde repeated, "So you are! Yay! Kuro-Bon loves me!" He threw his hands up in the air and circled the ninja, infuriating him beyond all levels and making him blush wildly.

"You-You're crazy! I didn't say that! You're wrong!" the muscular man shouted.

Fai twirled in a circle and invaded the ninja's personal space as he always did. "Oh? You're not. How sad. Because, you know… I just absolutely adore you," he cooed.

The air-head, seeing as he had hit one of the other's nerves smiled. Kurogane grabbed Fai again. The blonde, expecting something else was turned around and held by one side of his neck. To his other side, a very familiar steel blade greeted his slender neck. "I named this sword Benihime. I think it's time you two met," Kurogane huskily whispered with a sneer.

Fai smiled with wide eyes on the blade. Somehow, he managed to escape the ninja's clutches. However, it was just played out like everything else. Everything was just so much more fun when seen as a game. It was exhilarating and sexy. Of course, he never played the ninja like a game. Sure, he played his emotions, but it wasn't a game. It was reality. And Kurogane, he was just naturally sexy. That's why it was so easy to get jealous over a simple nothing.

Afterthoughts: No aftherthoughts here, either! (sighs) Sorry, I write my intros before I write the fic and the afterthoughts before I upload. I must've been rushed... I got Tales of Phantasia so you could say I'll be addicting to that for a while. Until next time!