Disclaimer; I hate these things almost as much as I hate CLAMP's KuroFai fangirl crushing ways. Seriously, if I owned Tsubasa this story wouldn't be here. Or would it? I wonder if CLAMP writes fanfic for their stories? And if they do, do they purposely make their characters OOC so no one suspects it? Maybe they write KuroFai fic.
Back by popular(Hahaha) demand, I present you with By Your Side chapter 2! And I renamed the first chapter, for those of you who care.
A Day In Hell
The ninja awoke the next morning to find the mage still firmly attached to his side, snoring slightly, and, to his horror - yes, horror, not relief - he looked pretty out of it. Which meant he would have to either a)wake him up, or b) lay like that until the mage woke up on his own. And as appealing as the second choice sounded - because he was tired, not because he was comfortable, dammit - he didn't want to be lying in bed all day listening to the damn idiot's snores. So, feeling slightly annoyed, the swordsman shook the mage awake roughly. Said mage blinked a couple times before grinning sheepishly up at Kurogane.
"Good morning, Kuro-chi," he said, releasing his hold on the larger man's waist. The ninja gave a soft groan as he rolled out of his bed and grabbed his sword. Unfortunately, he still somehow managed to catch the mischievous gleam in the wizard's eyes.
"No more nightmares, then?" he commented, ignoring it. The magician smiled.
"Aw, was Daddy worried about me?" he teased. "Mommy's sorry, she'll try to be careful next time."
A vein throbbed in the swordsman's temple.
"It's too early for that shit," he growled. Fai glanced at his alarm clock and smiled evilly.
"But it's past noon already, Kuro-tan," he informed, pointing to the clock. Glancing at it, the swordsman swore to himself. It was indeed past noon. Which meant…
Oh shit.
"Mage!" the ninja snapped, rounding on the smaller man. "Why the hell did you sleep so late?!"
Fai fake pouted.
"Kuro-rin's being mean to me!" he cried. Kurogane scowled at him.
"That's IT!" he shouted, picking up his sword and advancing toward the idiot, who seemed to realize the danger he was in and laughed before fleeing the room. The swordsman chased him through the halls of the apartment Makayla, a friend of Yuuko's, had rented for them, brandishing his sword like a club. The mage ran ahead of him, giggling hysterically.
"STOP RUNNING SO I CAN CATCH YOU, DAMMIT!!" he hollered. Fai only giggled harder and run faster.
--
By the time Syaoran and the others returned from their search, the mage had locked himself in the bathroom and the ninja had spent three hours trying to find some food in that godforsaken apartment that didn't have a ridiculous amount of sugar in it, and when he finally had, it turned out to be past it's expiration date, and had given him a headache and a desperate need to throw up everything he'd eaten in the past three years. Not that he did, of course, he was too strong for that. So now he was sitting in the living room playing what Makayla had called a "videogame". It was pretty interesting, actually. He could kill as many people as he wanted, but since hey weren't real he could get away with it. Well, usually. For some reason the guards of the towns he visited didn't approve of him killing off the citizens when they pissed him off, and they'd kick him out whenever they managed to catch him. And for some reason he had sprouted pair of black horns and was surrounded by a red aura. It was somewhat confusing.
Makayla had seemed amused by the stream of curses he let out after being forcefully removed from a town surrounded by an unbelievably dense forest.
"Kurogane-sama," she said, laughing. "You have to kill the guards who come after you, too, or else you'll be fined."
He glared at her.
"If you're so good at it," he snapped, thrusting the controller at her, "why don't you play?"
She grinned evilly and accepted the controller. Kurogane quickly became annoyed - not jealous, annoyed - at how she managed to get away with murdering towns full of innocent civilians and left, determined to find something more interesting and less aggravating to do.
"Kurogane-san!"
The ninja turned and glared menacingly at Syaoran as the archeologist motioned for him to head toward the kitchen. A sudden feeling of dread stealing through him, the swordsman followed the kid, still glaring at the back of his head.
"What do you want?" he snapped when they reached the kitchen. He wanted to go get something to drink - Makayla had placed a no-alcohol ban on the apartment when they arrived - and he highly doubted that this would be anything pleasant. And judging by the uncomfortable looks on Sakura and Syaoran's faces and the amused expression on Mokona's, he had good reason to feel that way. Sakura glanced uncertainly at Syaoran.
"Kid! Answer me now, I need a drink and I don't want to be standing here all night," he growled, folding his arms across his chest and leaning against the wall. Syaoran took a deep breath.
"You know we'll accept you no matter what, right?" he started. The ninja raised an eyebrow, praying to the gods this wasn't going where he thought it was.
"Nice to know," he said shortly. "So what the hell do you want?"
The two of them exchanged another awkward glance.
"Mokona saw Kuro-puu and Fai cuddling today!" the creature spoke up, grinning. The ninja reached over and pulled on his ears, causing he manjuu shaped thing to begin fake crying.
"Is that what this is about?" he asked over Mokona's cries of "Kuro's being mean to me!" Syaoran nodded, avoiding the swordsman's gaze. Kurogane took a deep breath as he dropped the manjuu, attempting to control his temper. Makayla poked her head in the room, grinning broadly.
"What' s this I hear? Kurogane-sama and Fai-san were cuddling?" she taunted. "Wow, Kurogane-sama, I didn't think you swung that way, with the way you're obsessing over getting back to Tomoyo-hime."
A vein throbbed in the ninja's temple as he rounded on the girl and shouted, "I AM NOT OBSESSED WITH GETTING BACK TO TOMOYO-HIME, AND THERE IS NOTHING GOING ON BETWEEN ME AND THAT DAMN MAGE!"
Sakura whimpered softly as Syaoran looked at him warily and asked, "Really?"
"Yes really!" Kurogane insisted. "The damn moron had another goddamn nightmare and must of crawled into my bed after I fell asleep again!"
Syaoran sighed with relief as he somehow managed to coax he terrified princes from the cupboard she had barricaded herself in. Muttering curses under his breath, Kurogane headed for the front door, determined to not let anything else ruin his day.
"-the song that never ends, it just goes on and on my friends -"
Crap.
The mage stopped singing when he spotted the swordsman. Grinning, he bounded over to him.
"Where ya goin'?" he asked in a sing-song voice. The ninja growled. He really didn't want to deal with the mage at the moment.
"Out," he replied, opening the door. Fai slipped out ahead of him.
"I wanna come," he said, grinning broadly.
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because," the swordsman snapped, annoyed as all hell by the magician's persistence, "I spent three hours searching through the damn fridge for food not loaded with sugar because we let you do the shopping, I just had to participate in the stupidest conversation ever because of your stupid nightmares, and even when I try to get away from you you're right there to annoy me. You can't seem to understand that I hate your fucking guts, my head hurts like all hell, and you've been singing that stupid ass song all day. Believe me, I understand that the fucking thing doesn't end! The question is, do you understand that I can't stand you?! I didn't think so! Now why don't you do us all a favor and go kill yourself already, save me the effort of saving your ass every five fucking minutes!"
The wizard froze, smile still in place. Seizing the opportunity, the ninja pushed past him and headed down the street, leaving the idiot alone in the middle of the road. With any luck he'd get hit by a car.
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Fai stared blankly at the wall in his and Kurogane's room, the ninja's words still echoing through his mind.
I hate your fucking guts…
Well, he hadn't exactly expected much else. After all, he had never wanted to get close to them in the first place. He had no reason to feel hurt. After all, he had wanted this… hadn't he?
I can't stand you!
… Damn. He had gotten too close. Whether it was accidental or not didn't matter. If the swordsman could hurt him this deeply, he was too close. Far too close. But it was too late to pull away now… wasn't it?
Do us all a favor and go kill yourself already!
Why not? It wasn't like anyone would miss him. No one ever missed the freak magician who covered everything up with a smile. But then again… No. He couldn't trouble them anymore. Especially not Kurogane. He cared about the ninja too much… far too much. It would be better if he disappeared. Sakura and the others wouldn't have to worry about him, and they'd be safe if Ashura awoke and came after him. It would be for the best…
Sighing to himself, the magician cast one quick glance out the window in his bedroom. At least it was a beautiful night.
A/N; The worst possible place to end? Probably. And I know everyone seems a little OOC, especially Kurogane-sama, but I did my best. Drop a review for a starving author? Please?
P.S; Kudos to whoever can guess what game Kurogane-sama was playing.