Disclaimer; Nope. I don't own Tsubasa. Sorry.

A Major Miscalculation

Fai sighed as he lay back against his pillows. Something had been bothering him for a while now, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was.

Lessee… Kuro-tan has Sohi to protect him if he gets in a fight, and Seth's with Fye… Syaoran wouldn't let Evron hurt Sakura, so there's no need to worry about that…

Sighing again, the magician rolled over onto his side to face the wall. The feeling something was wrong persisted, however, and, sighing a third time, the mage climbed out of bed and paced his room.

What the hell's wrong with me? There's nothing to worry about. Evron's not that strong physically, and Kuro-rin's not that weak mentally, so he'll be fine, right? There's nothing to worry about. Right? I mean, Kuro-sama's strong, and he wouldn't listen to Evron, he's too intelligent for that, no mater how big an idiot-

His thoughts were interrupted as he tripped and landed on the floor. His lung screamed in protest to this rough treatment, and the wizard lay there a few minutes, catching his breath. He turned his head to look under the bed as he rolled over.

And he froze.

Reaching a shaky hand under his bed, he grabbed the object and pulled it out. One thought dominated all others.

Kurogane.

It was Sohi.

--

Evron grinned evilly at the ninja.

He… will be fun.

"What the hell do you want, bastard?!" the swordsman snapped, reaching for a sword that wasn't there. He swore to himself.

"What's wrong, Kuro-bozu?" he asked, smirking. "Leave your sword in Fai's room? You're such a fool. I can see why he enjoys screwing with you."

"Shut up," the swordsman hissed, clenching his fists. The teenager grinned at him. The anger… it's so refreshing. Not a trace of fear anywhere in it. Well, that'll change quickly enough.

"Are you angry with me?" the blonde grinned and stuck his hands in his pockets. "Because I hurt the idiot? Or because you couldn't protect him?"

The ninja shook with rage as he glared at the blonde, who smirked. Yes… refreshing.

"You know," he went on, watching Kurogane's reaction closely, "you're boyfriend was surprisingly amusing for such a pathetically weak creature. His distress was so very… delicious."

The swordsman was practically oozing anger now, his nails biting into the palms of his hands. Evron could see the blood beginning to gather on his knuckles. He chuckled.

"Now now, Kuro-bozu, you should really try to avoid inflicting pain on yourself," he scolded. "After all, a toy that destroy itself isn't any fun."

The ninja growled.

"I'm not your toy," he snapped. "And I never will be."

The teen's smile widened for a moment before he laughed. He saw the ninja shiver slightly and he laughed even harder at the sight. Not my toy, eh? We'll see about that.

"Oh, Kuro-bozu, you never fail to amuse me," he commented, wiping his eyes as his laughter died. "You are not only my toy now, but you have been ever since I met you in the hallway. Everything I did to your precious mage has been to screw with you."

He laughed again.

"His anguish was just an added bonus!"

--

Kurogane took a deep breath and held it for a moment.

He did all of that… because he wanted to fuck with me?

He could have screamed.

"What's wrong, Kuro-bozu?" the blonde asked coming closer. "Feeling sick?"

The ninja growled threateningly.

"Get the hell away," he snapped. The teenager smiled.

"Now, why would I do that?" he asked innocently. "I just wanted a chat with you about a certain blonde idiot-"

He stopped, looking up at the ninja, amusement registering on his face.

"You actually care, don't you," he laughed. "Poor Kuro-bozu, so in love and yet so very, very hated."

The swordsman dug his nails deeper into his palm. It was broad daylight. If they fought here, they'd both end up in trouble, except that this slimy bastard could probably scare anyone into letting him go. But if he tried to ignore the ass's taunts - which he knew he wouldn't be able for very much longer - he'd end up killing something. Oh, the little choices…

"Of course, you don't realize that the one your in love with is a pathetic murderer."

The swordsman lost it. Growling, he launched a punch toward his stomach, but the teenager dodged out of the way, his foot shooting out to meet the ninja's knee, but Kurogane spun expertly out of the way and landed a blow on the kid's back with his knee. Evron laughed as he whirled around, arm reaching out and nicking the ninja's cheek with surprising strength.

"Geez, Kuro-bozu, you sure are short tempered, aren't you?" the boy chuckled, avoiding another blow. "It's a shame, really. I was hoping we could just chat for a while."

"Too bad," Kurogane growled, throwing another punch toward his gut. The teen chuckled as he dodged out of the way, but his laughter turned quickly to a hiss of pain as the swordsman's foot connected with his side. Growling, the teenager spun around and, grabbing the ninja's ankle, pulled him closer and buried his fist in his throat.

The swordsman gasped, struggling to breathe as he stumbled back, almost falling over.

"Learn something from my sister, then?" he hissed. "That was stupid off you."

"Sh-shu-" the swordsman choked as he collapsed. Evron laughed as he lifted him up with surprising strength.

"It's a shame," he muttered. "You were so much fun, too."

The ninja managed to catch his breath, finally, as the teenager pulled out a small pocket knife. Taking a deep breath, Kurogane twisted out of the teen's reach and kicked up, flipping backwards, landing a few feet away.

"Flexible, are we?" the boy hissed, grinning evilly. "Perhaps you're stronger than I thought."

"Or perhaps you're just a weak little boy," the swordsman snapped, breathing heavily. Evron shrugged.

"I doubt it."

He attacked again, darting forward and slicing through the swordsman's shirt as he dodged back, drawing blood. The ninja was sickened by the amusement that crossed his face, and ducked forward, slipping under his arm as he went to attack again and turning gracefully to plant a kick in his back. The blonde laughed as he dodged easily, eyes gleaming with insanity.

Kurogane had a very, very bad feeling about this.

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He forgot Sohi. He forgot fucking Sohi.

The mage paced back and forth nervously. He'd given the sword to Makayla the blade as soon as he found it, and she smiled easily, promising that the swordsman would be fine even without his sword, and that he should calm down and get some sleep. But he couldn't. He was terrified that maybe, just maybe, the ninja was attacked, and he hadn't been able to defend himself. What if he's hurt? Oh god, what if he's dead?!

"Fai, calm down, he's fine," Makayla called through the door. "Worst case scenario he gets lost on the way home. Don't worry, Evron wouldn't approach him right now, and even if he did, he wouldn't fight, he'd run. So just… don't worry."

That doesn't help, moron.

"I'm fine, Kayla," he replied, still pacing. "I'm just… thinking."

The author didn't reply, for which the magician was grateful. He was worried enough that he didn't have the energy to keep his mask up… even though he knew the writer could see through it just as easily as the ninja.

Kurogane… please be okay…

--

I'm fucking screwed. The ninja gasped for air as he managed to avoid another blow from Evron's knife but ended up running into the teen's foot as he swept around to kick him. Apparently his sister wasn't the only one who could manipulate his defense to their advantage.

The swordsman could have laughed at himself. Here he was, the most feared ninja in Japan, and he was getting his ass kicked by a child. An insane, mentally unstable child with a knife and really good instincts, but a child none the less. It was… pathetic.

He narrowly avoided yet another swipe with the teen's pocket knife and leapt back to avoid his foot, instead hitting a wall a few feet behind him.

Dammit…

"Kuro-bozu's slowing," the boy sang, darting in and slicing through his arm and laughing as he licked the blood from his blade. "Is he tired already?"

The swordsman grimaced. Growling at him, he fell backward, and when the teen came in for an attack he spun out of the way and landed a blow on the back of his neck with his elbow.

"At least your sister has style," he muttered, turning to face him. The teen growled and, smiling coldly, he darted forward ad kicked at his side. Kurogane grabbed his foot and tossed it away, intending to throw the teen off balance, but the blonde smirked as he fell forward and, grabbing the ninja's arm so he couldn't dodge, plunged the knife deep into his gut.

Fuck.

Blood forced its way up his throat, and he coughed, covering the blonde with the warm red liquid. He grinned weakly down at his opponent, who pulled the knife from his stomach and smiled coldly as he fell.

"Never compare me to my sister," he hissed, plunging the knife into the ninja's back, who let out a hiss of pain.

"I- I can-" he was interrupted by the teen removing the knife again and thrusting it into his arm.

"You can do nothing," he snapped. "Absolutely nothing."

The blonde paused for a moment as he removed the weapon again before grinning down at him.

"I think," he said, bringing the blade up to his mouth and licking the blood off, "that Fai will be most distressed by your death."

Kurogane couldn't make out what he was saying. The only words he could understand were "Fai" and "death", but they were enough.

He's going to hurt Fai, the ninja thought, struggling to remain conscious. Have to… stop him…

Summoning up some hidden reserve of strength, he forced himself to his feet and grabbed the blonde. Ignoring the pain in his arms and chest.

"Leave… him… alone," he gasped, pulling the startled teen toward him. Evron's eyes widened, and the ninja was vaguely aware of a slight flicker of fear as he reached over and pulled the knife from his hands.

"You're going to defend that dumbass?" he whispered. "Why?"

The ninja could remember laughing.

"Because… I… l-love… him…"

Everything went blank.

A/N; Okay, I really hate this chapter. I can't write fight scenes that well… I mean, it's different if both characters have a weapon, but Kurogane-sama was unarmed… I feel so ashamed.

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