Disclaimer; I obviously don't own Tsubasa if I'm still writing this.

Fools And Followers

He woke a few hours later to someone poking his side. Groaning he rolled over, fully intending to make sure whoever had the audacity to wake him up suffered a slow and painful death, curse or no curse. He blinked when he saw who it was, blonde hair brushed neatly out of his sapphire eyes.

"Fai."

The mage fake pouted as he plopped onto his bed.

"This is my bed, Kuro-rin," he scolded lightly. "Why are you in it?"

The ninja growled.

"Bastard. Do you have any fucking clue how worried everyone was?!" he snapped, snatching up one of the pillows on the magician's bed and hurling it at him. "If you ever pull a stunt like that again, I swear I'll -"

"Kuro-tan?" the wizard interrupted him, squeezing the pillow tightly. "Why is my pillow wet?"

The swordsman froze. His pillows… wet? Oh… right…

"I-I don't know," he lied, flushing. "Maybe you drool."

"Kuro-sama…" the mage's eyes widened in disbelief. "Were you crying?"

"N-no! Ho- why would you even think such a thing?!" he snapped, reddening further. "I don't cry, dammit, especially not becau-"

He was cut of as the wizard leaned in and kissed him gently before snuggling up to the ninja's side.

"Thank you," he muttered. The ninja stared down at him.

"W-wait, what the hell was that?" he snapped. Fai grinned up at him.

"It was a kiss, silly," he teased. The swordsman growled and shoved the mage away from him, climbing out of his bed and glaring at the floor.

"I'm not putting up with your bullshit today, mage," he growled, stalking out of the room and slamming the door shut behind him.

Fai just stared after him.

--

God I'm a fool. I actually thought he loved me… and this is what happens.

Fai laughed as he picked up his damp pillow and buried his face in it. I'm an idiot to think he cared…

"Fai-san?"

The mage froze. He hadn't heard Sakura come in, and it was impossible to act as if he were asleep, seeing as he was still sitting up. So he had two choices - a) act as if nothing happened, or b) tell the truth - if she asked about it.

"Good morning, Sakura-chan!" he greeted cheerfully, pulling his head out of his pillow and grinning broadly. "How are you today?"

"Are you okay?" she asked, sitting down beside him and feeling his forehead. "Does your chest still hurt from the surgery?"

"I'm fine!" he replied. "My chest's a little sore, that's it. Guess I still have some recovering to do, huh?"

The princess frowned.

"How long have you been up?" she asked.

Long enough to get my heart broken a thousand times over.

"Not long," he answered. Her frown deepened.

"Do you know why Kurogane-san is so grumpy?"

Because he's an idiot.

"Kuro-pyon's always grumpy," he pointed out. The teenager sighed.

"Yeah," she admitted. "But he seems kinda sad…"

"Really?" the mage asked, taken aback. "I wonder why."

"Did something happen?"

"Well…" The mage glanced at Sakura, looked deep into her kind, knowing eyes… and lied to her. With a grin on his face.

"No, nothing at all."

--

What the hell am I doing?

Kurogane almost screamed. He just pushed him away. The one person he could actually living with forever. He'd just… snapped.

Well, what was I supposed to do? I love him, and I told him that I loved him, and he still looked me in the eye with that damn fake smile. He doesn't give a fuck about me. He was trying to mess with me, again. Like always. So he almost dies a third time everything goes back to him being his normal lying self? Dammit, that isn't how it works! I've been through hell for him, and for what? So he could fuck with me? Shit, if I had to choose who to torture me, him or Evron… Sorry, mage, but I think I'd prefer the one I wouldn't feel guilty about kicking the crap out of.

"-ne-sama,"

The swordsman jumped and glared at Makayla, who chuckled and pinched his cheek.

"Geez, you're really outta it, aren't you?" she commented. "I've been calling you for five minutes already. What's wrong, Fai kiss you?"

The ninja reddened and glared down at the floor. He could feel the writer staring at him.

"Oh my god, he did, didn't he?" she said, disbelief filling her voice. "Well, what did you do?"

The ninja didn't look up.

"None of your buisness," he muttered. The author stared at him a moment before sighing.

"Did you kiss him back?" she asked?

"No."

"Did you stare at him like a dumbass?"

"No."

"Did you have sex with him?"

The ninja looked up from the floor and stared at her, turning crimson.

"Of course not! What kind of question's that?!" he snapped.

"Okay. Then did you-"

"I fucking pushed him the fuck away, okay? Happy?!"

The twenty-one year old stared at him for a minute before running her thumb across her nose and crossing her arms across her chest.

"Why?" she asked after a minute. "You love him, don't you?"

"Well, yeah, but…" the ninja stopped. "I don't have to tell you a damn thing, you nosy ass bitch!"

Makayla sighed and unfolded her arms.

"Go home, Kurogane-sama," she said suddenly. He stared at her.

"What?" he asked, startled. The writer sighed.

"Go home," she repeated. "Take a shower, polish Sohi, train Syaoran, play Fable, anything you want. Just get out of the hospital and away from Fai for a few days. Relax and think things through."

"But who'll take care of -" the ninja started.

"Evron won't get to him, I promise," she cut him off. "I'll stay out here until you get back, alright?"

He stared at her. She wants me to leave?

"Go," she ordered, narrowing her eyes dangerously. The swordsman stared at her for a moment more before climbing to his feet and leaving. At the doorway, he hesitated.

"Take care of him," he called to the writer over his shoulder as she positioned herself in front of the door. She smiled.

--

Where is he? Why the hell would he leave?

Fai smiled at Sakura as she handed him a plate of cookies.

"Moko-chan and I made them for you," she said shyly. The magician smiled and took them from her, biting into one and swallowing.

"Delicious!" he cried, finishing the rest of it. "Thank you so much, Sakura-chan!"

The princess blushed and opened her mouth to reply when the door slid open and Makayla stepped in, smiling.

"Could you excuse us a moment?" she asked the teenager, who nodded quickly and scurried out of the room. Makayla made sure that the door was shut securely before turning to the mage.

"We need to talk," she said, dropping the smile and glaring at him.

"About what?" the magician asked, dropping back on his pillows.

"Evron. What did he look like when you last saw him?" she asked hurriedly. The wizard raised an eyebrow.

"Hmmm… he was pale, but that's about it," he replied after a moment. "Why?"

The girl frowned.

"So he hasn't been getting much sleep… what about his eyes? Did he have bags under them?"

Fai was taken aback by her questions.

"I… I don't know… I was busy being beaten to a pulp when I saw him," he answered. "Why? What's wrong?"

"Tell me the truth, Fai," she demanded, ignoring the question. "Before today, did you and Kurogane-sama kiss?"

The wizard stared at her.

"I- you- how did you know?!" he asked finally.

"Answer the question."

"Well… yes…"

"He told you he loved you?"

"Y-yes…but… why does it matter?"

The writer growled slightly.

"I think the reason Evron's going after you now-"

"Now?" Fai interrupted. "So there was another reason before?"

"Yes," Makayla confirmed. "But now… I think it's because Kurogane-sama's the only one he hasn't broken yet."

"Broken?" the magician repeated slowly. "Whaddaya mean by 'broken'?"

The author's frown deepened.

"I mean caused ultimate despair. He got me once, and Seth…" she clenched her fists. "He got Seth twice. He's gotten to everyone. Except for Kurogane-sama."

"So, what , you think…" realization dawned on him. "You mean…"

The author nodded.

"Yeah."

--

Kurogane was being followed.

He'd been able to feel eyes on him since he'd left the hospital, and there was no way of knowing how long they'd been there before. But they were there now. Faint, but he could feel them. They were there.

And they were watching him.

He growled. Whoever the hell was tailing him had some nerve, acting as if he were too stupid to notice them.

"Hey, moron," he snapped. "Might as well show yourself."

A low whistle came from his right.

"Kuro-bozu's pretty sharp, isn't he?"

The ninja turned toward his opponent.

"Hello, Evron."

A/N; DUNDUNDUN!! Okay, another short chapter, I know… at least I'm not overly evil, am I? Probably. Next chapter shall be longer, and more detailed, I promise.

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