Series: Tsubasa Chronicle
Title: Restless
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/ Characters: Fai, Kurogane
Word Count: 332
Warning/s: Spoilers for chapters 124-126.
Disclaimer: Tsubasa is not mine.
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The silence hung in the room, heavily, an entity of its own. It brought with it a dark cloak of despair, disgust, and a long unending anguish. The air was saturated with the darkness – making it hard to breathe even for Kurogane, who was persistently ignoring its existence.
Outside, acid raid poured down, melting everything not made of steel.
On the floor, laying on a thin mat, lay Fai, panting with labored breaths. A white gauze covered the left side of his face. The bandage was too thin yet – blood was already beginning to seep through it. It was the last one.
It made Kurogane feel sick.
A deep rumbling seemed to roar from the earth itself, and Kurogane knew the acid raid had finally eaten away at the supports of another, close by building. Fai jerked in his sleep, gasping, and for a moment, thrashing against an invisible captor. Kurogane was by him in an instant – telling himself that he wasn't concerned. He gently soothed Fai, regardless, pushing him back down on the mat, hoping that he was still asleep.
No such luck.
"…Kuro-pii…?" a thin, cracked voice forced its way from Fai's throat.
His lips were chapped, but in this world, there was no water to give him.
"Go back to sleep," Kurogane growled, although it was not as harsh as he had intended. "You need rest."
Fai struggled against Kurogane, still vexed. "Kuro-pon, why can't I open my eye?"
Kurogane tensed, remember a ghostly vision of Syaoran, blood soaked into his clothes, dripping from his lips. He didn't, couldn't, answer Fai.
"Go to sleep," Kurogane repeated, instead, and Fai let himself fall onto the mat, whimpering. Kurogane winced – it was not a sound that Fai should ever make.
Fai slipped back to sleep – back into his nightmares. And Kurogane crouched over him, watching, guarding.
It would be a dark morning. And Kurogane would watch Fai forever. Because it wasn't over – Syaoran was sure to come for the remaining eye.