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Horror
Sakura walked with the tray on her hands, Kurogane walked behind her both leaving the barn and going back to their posts. They spotted a carriage and instantly recognized to whom it belong to. A black carriage with scarlet red going around the conveyance coachman guiding the horse to the front of the house. They saw the coachman get out from his seat, (the other two people working with Syoran took the reins) He opened the door to the coach and a tall broad woman wearing an elegant Red Kimono with a red fox around her neck came out. Few seconds later, they saw a slim hand stretch lazily, the coachman took it in his and out came out a tall slim figure. The blonde was wearing refined Kimono, it was made of pure silk with long sleeves, and his feathery hair was up into an elegant bun. He had exquisite hairpins and wore make up that gave him the spring's glow. He walked on carpet so not to get his shoes and Kimono tainted, and he walked gracefully behind the barbarian woman.
Fai had not seen Sakura or Kurogane standing only few feet away from him, but they just looked at him with admiration and a slight blush. When his slender figure was out of sight and into the mansion green eyes met red both with fluster in their eyes. They blushed; Kurogane looked the other way while Sakura looked down in embarrassment.
"I'll go and tell Syoran-kun" she said running back to the stables.
Once she was gone Kurogane snapped back into his senses and felt guilty from his behavior and cursed to himself as he walked distressed back to his post.
They sat on cushions on the floor; Fai sat with a straight back reminding himself to have the outmost courtesy. He repeated in his head over and over again that they might not even be the same, yes they did share the same soul, it was still the Ashura he knew but at the same time he wasn't. He counted from five to fifteen and then from fifteen to seven and from seven to zero. It was technique he learned ever sense he was a child to calm his nerves. The times of his childhood were pretty lonely, now that he thought about it, most of his life had been lonely no matter how many people filled the room he always felt lonely. But ever sense he had meet Sakura, Syoran, Mokona and Kurogane it felt that they were mending each other's wounds, he urge to see their faces and hear their voices. He was getting absorbed into his own mind that he almost missed the king enter the room.
He snapped out of it, bowing to the floor, his hands cupped on the floor one folded right after another and his forehead resting on them. He did not rise until he heard strict order from the king, if the king didn't say anything than he had stay how he was until dismissed.
Yes, he was from a different world, in his world nothing like this happened. It seemed that all worlds were too strange and he wondered if they'd ever accustom him. Again he was getting too absorbed by his own thoughts that he almost missed what the man was saying.
"Where did you get this one?" asked the man but the question was not being asked to him.
"He came to me in a very early age" she lied. "But I assure you that he has only been taken by one man"
Another lie. They kept asking her questions, but Fai was getting more and more uncomfortable as he sat on the floor, he could feel his legs go numbed, he wanted to get up and stretch them but he knew better. He had to make sure this king had the feather.
"Rise" He heard the voice, his heart skipped a beat then it started raising again he could hear its fast rhythm rapping on his ears. He did so.
He could feel no discomfort anymore; he was too scared to feel whatever discomfort his body was feeling. He did not look into the man's eyes, like Scarlet had instructed; not that he wanted it to happen. No he just wanted to get out of that room find the others and leave.
"Leave us" a gasp almost escaped his throat but he gulped it down. Fear was starting to win.
He didn't even feel Scarlet or the other man leave the room, the only thing he knew was that he was scared and pretty soon he would run for it.
"You are a pretty one" the man said, their voices were the same, not only their vocal chords but also their chilling cruelty. Fai shivered, he felt cold again, just like every time he felt when his king talked to him.
"What's your name?"
It took him a lot of courage and effort to make a sound out of his tight throat. But no words came out.
"You're scared," he said in an attempt to make his voice a more sweeter sound but to Fai it sounded just the same. "Don't worry I won't hurt you"
Liar! Fai screamed in his head, all of you are the same no matter what world you are in, you are a liar!
"Look at me"
Fai couldn't. His heart raising so fast that he thought he was about to have a heart attack. He felt the man crawl on the floor closer to him. Fai froze with fear, he could feel cold sweat starting to run down his forehead, the hairs on the back of his neck were standing. His breathing had completely stopped and his hands were sweating, he wanted to run away as he felt the man getting closer and closer.
TBC
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