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Phone Calls
Kaylee sighed as she flipped through the video feed, looking for anything that might point to where Evron was. She'd been doing this for hours, ever since he'd escaped, and still she had yet to notice anything other than how he'd spent an extraordinary amount of time writing on napkins.
Wait… what was that?
The psychiatrist rewinded the tape and leaned in closer, pausing it so she could try and make the image out. That's…
She jumped as her cell phone rang, and, casting a quick glance back at the image, she answered it.
"Hello?" The psychiatrist greeted cheerfully.
"Is Makayla-san there?" Sakura's timid voice came from over the receiver. Kaylee flinched at the title.
"No, Makayla's not here. I thought she was with Kurogane and Fai," she answered quickly. "Why?"
There was silence
"Sakura?" the twenty-four year old said, concerned.
"Huh?" the teenager gasped. "Oh, I'm sorry, I must of dozed off… no, she's not with Kurogane-san and Fai-san. They said she was going to ask you about something. Are you sure she's not there? It's important."
"Yeah, I'm su-" she stopped as Makayla entered the room, whistling cheerfully. "Wait, she just got here. Hold on a minute."
She covered the mouth piece before addressing Makayla, "Sakura needs to talk to you She said it's important."
The writer smiled at her.
"Thank you," she said, accepting the phone and turning her attention to Sakura. "Hi, Sakura-chan! Huh? Yes, I'm fi- what's wrong? S- Saku-Sakura! Calm down! Did- did you look in the cafeteria?" Silence. "Okay, then did you ask Kurogane-sama? Wa- SAKURA! Calm down and speak clearly!" More silence, though Kaylee thought she could hear someone sobbing. "What about Syaoran-kun? Does he know? Wait, Sakura, calm down! Does Syaoran know?" The psychiatrist was certain now that someone was crying, and very loudly by the sound of it. "Sakura-chan, calm down. Think. He wouldn't leave Kurogane-sama all alone, right?" There was the sound of muffled crying coming from the phone now. Silence reigned, until - "What?! Where the fuck is he?! Dammit, Sakura, stop crying and find him!"
It was at this point that Kaylee wrenched the phone from her friend's grasp.
"Sakura? What's wrong?" she asked gently.
"F-fai-san… he's g-gone! A-and no one knows w-where h-he is, a-and he's s-still injured!" the teenager wailed into the phone.
"Shhhh," the shrink soothed. "We'll find him, okay?"
"B-but not even K-kurogane-san kn-knows w-where h-he i-is," she sobbed. "And I-I d-don't th-think h-he'll s-stay p-put much l-longer, h-he l-looks r-real-really m-mad!"
The psychiatrist took a deep breath to calm herself.
"I'll be there in a minute, okay," she assured the younger girl. "So calm down. We'll find him."
"O-ok-okay," Sakura whispered. "B-but wh-what I-if E-evron g-got h-him a-again?"
"We'll find him," Kaylee repeated, more firmly. "And he'll be fine, alright?"
"Y-yeah…" the teen whimpered.
"Okay, I'll see you in a few minutes," the twenty-four year old promised, hanging up the phone.
"Kaylee, when was this?" Makayla asked suddenly, crouching in front of the television. Kaylee glanced back at her.
"Um… around six-thirty this morning," she replied, glancing at the time on the tape and crouching beside her. "Do you know what that is?"
She pointed to the mysterious object on screen. Makayla nodded.
"Yeah," she muttered. "You go, Sakura-chan's waiting for you. I'll clean this up."
The psychiatrist nodded, hesitating at the door when she went to leave.
"Um, Makayla?" she said nervously. The younger girl turned and grinned at her.
"What is it?" she asked cheerfully. Kaylee gulped.
"Be careful," she said quietly. Makayla glanced at her before turning back to the screen.
"I will," she lied. Kaylee sighed.
She's too much like Mr. Fye for her own good.
--
Where the hell is he?!
The ninja grabbed Sohi and swung his legs over the edge of his bed. Dammit, I don't give a fuck if I'm injured, I hafta find him…
He hissed with pain as he stood, glancing around for a change of clothes. A terrified looking nurse entered the room.
"What?!" he snapped. She gulped loudly as she handed him a pair of dark blue jeans and a short sleeved black shirt.
"M-mr. F-fye asked me to bring th-these to you," she stuttered. For a moment the ninja thought she meant Fai, his Fai, but then he remembered how the other Fye was the one who ordered everyone around, and he growled as he took the clothes from her and waited until she left to change. It was slow work, his injuries still somewhat fresh and still hurting like hell, but he finally managed to get out of that ridiculous hospital gown and into the jeans. He glared at the shirt for a moment before deciding it would be too much of a pain to put it on and tossed it onto his bed, grabbing Sohi. Pain shot up his spine as th sheath brushed against his side, causing him to grasp the door handle for support.
SHIT! That bastard better be okay when I find him, or I swear I'll kill him.
Growling, he successfully strapped Sohi to his waist and opened the door, ignoring Syaoran as he tried to get him to go back to bed.
"Kurogane-san! You're still injured!" he cried, pulling on his arm in a futile attempt to stop him. "Please, just go back to bed! You're scaring Sakura-hime!"
The swordsman ignored both him and the pain that shot through him as he shook his arm free.
"Kurogane-san, please!" the archeologist tried again to pull him back, and this time the ninja stopped and turned to glare at him.
"Let me go," he ordered quietly. Syaoran shook his head.
"I can't do that, Kurogane-san," he replied, gripping his arm more firmly. "You're injured very badly, and if I let you go you'll get hurt even more, and then Sakura-hime-"
"I don't care," the swordsman snapped. "I don't give a fuck. I'm going to go look for him, and if you say one more word, I won't be the only one who gets hurt."
The kid paled at the thinly veiled threat but shook his head.
"You won't be of any use to Fai-san in your condition, Kurogane-san," he said, voice deceptively calm. Kurogane's eyes narrowed as he grabbed the archeologist and lifted him by his collar until he was level with him, ignoring his body's screams of protest.
"I'm going to go look for him," he hissed coldly. "and you're going to stay out of my way."
Syaoran stared at the ninja as he dropped him and turned to leave again.
"You can't help him right now, Kurogane-san," he repeated. The swordsman turned toward him again.
"I know that," he snapped at him. "I know! But what do you suggest I do, exactly? I can't just sit around, kid! I'm not you!"
Syaoran pushed himself up off the floor and shook his head.
"I know how you feel, Kurogane-san," he said sadly, "I really do. But you're overreacting."
"You don't have a fucking clue how I feel!" the ninja shouted at him. Pain tore at his chest and stomach, but he ignored it. "If you had any goddamn idea how I felt you wouldn't be stopping me!"
Syaoran remained silent as the swordsman stormed out of the ICU, head pounding with the amount of energy it took to keep moving. Dammit… I hafta find Fai… before Evron…
"Kurogane-sama?"
The ninja ignored Makayla as she jogged along beside him.
"Kurogane-sama, where the hell are you going?" she shouted at him, grabbing his arm. He stopped suddenly and whirled around to face her.
"I'm looking for Fai," he snapped, pulling his arm free and steadying himself on the wall. "Now leave me alone."
The author sighed as she pulled out her cell phone.
"I'll help," she muttered, dialing and putting the phone up to her ear as it started ringing. "Hold on, though, we won't be able to do much unless we know where Evron is, first."
The swordsman growled and turned to keep going, but she grabbed his arm again.
"Evron," she snarled. It took a moment before the ninja realized she wasn't talking to him. "Where the hell are you?" Silence. "Well tell me anyway!" More silence. "I won't tell the police, Evron!" More silence. And then Makayla went dead white. "I don't believe you." These silences were really starting to annoy Kurogane, who was finally able to stand straight, pain fading to a dull throb. But what the author said next sent chills down his spine.
"Fai?"
--
Oh crap.
"Fai! Are you alright?!"
The mage grinned weakly into the phone.
"I'm fine, Kayla," he assured her, wincing as he tested his arm. Oh yeah, it's broken.
"Are you sure? Where are you?!"
"I don't know," he replied, sighing as he leaned back, left hand holding the phone up to his ear. "Is Kuro-sama alright?"
Silence.
"Kayla?" he cried, alarmed. Evron traced the hilt of his knife down his broken arm, sending a wave of pain up his shoulder. He winced slightly but remained silent.
"Would you like to talk to him?"
The magician was startled by the question.
"He's with you? You're in our room?"
"Yeah. Now do you want to talk to him or not?"
"Yes, I would. Very much."
"Alright. Here you go." There was a brief pause until Kurogane's rough voice came over the receiver.
"Mage! Where are you?! Did that bastard hurt you?!"
The wizard was shaken by the worry in the ninja's voice.
"I'm fine, Kuro-tan. I don't know where I am."
"You're lying. What did that ass do to you?!"
"Nothing, Kuro-chan. I'm fine. Just a couple broken bones."
"That isn't nothing! Fai, please, just…are you sure you don't know where you are?! How far from the hospital are you?!"
Fai watched Evron closely as the teenager turned away, busying himself with a small stove a few feet away.
"I don't know. He jumped me, see, when I left to get something to eat."
"Dammit! How long can you stay on the line?!"
"I don't know, Kuro-pyon. Not much longer. Maybe about a minute."
"Well, just… be careful, alright?! I'm going to find you, I promise!"
Fai laughed. The phone beeped, warning him that the battery was low.
"That would be breaking your promise, Kuro-love."
"I… I don't care! I will find you!"
The mage chuckled again and leaned against the wall behind him. The phone beeped again.
"I know, Kuro-rin. I know."
"You should. You broke your promise already."
"I did, didn't I? Well then, I'll make you a new one."
"What?"
"I'll still be alive when you get here, no matter how long it takes."
"Deal. And I promise I won't let that bastard hurt you anymore."
Fai chuckled as the phone beeped a third time.
"I know."
The phone died before the swordsman could say anything else.
A/N; Ha! I managed to give Sakura and Syaoran a little screen time! Even if they are OOC, that's a huge accomplishment for me! Now I just hafta squeeze Mokona in… and on a completely separate note, "Youou" is a part of my spell check's memory now! Yay! It doesn't matter why, but it's there! And so is "Yuui"! Happy day!
Reviews? Please, oh wonderful reader who won't yell at me for my mean-ness?