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Aishiteru
Fai smiled brightly as the group walked toward the apartment in order to change before going to lunch. The funeral hadn't gone nearly as badly as he'd thought it'd go - in fact, the only thing that had been wrong was that Kurogane hadn't shown up until it was almost over. But he dismissed it, grinning as he grabbed his boyfriend's hand. It was for a good reason.
"Hey, Kuro-sama?" he asked, gazing up a the ninja. "What are we going to do about getting changed now?"
The swordsman raised an eyebrow at him.
"We change," he replied incredulously. "What kinda stupid ass question is that?"
The mage flushed.
"Well… that was okay before…" he muttered. "But…"
"But what?" the swordsman demanded. The magician flushed deeper.
"Nothing, Kuro-rin," he mumbled. "It's nothing…"
--
This was a bad idea.
Kurogane gulped as he spotted Fai beginning to remove his shirt and turn to search through the closet for a new one. I had been simple enough to ignore when they were both in the hospital, confined to bed due to life-threatening injuries, but now that they were in their room, no bandages or nurses to block his view, the ninja found his gaze constantly returning to his boyfriend's shirtless body. This was a really bad idea.
"Hey Kuro-chan, is there a shirt in the dresser I can wear?" the wizard asked, turning toward him. Quickly returning his focus to the drawer he was supposed to be picking an outfit from, he grabbed the first shirt he saw and tossed it at the smaller man, grabbing a shirt of his own and a pair of jeans.
"Thanks!" the magus said cheerfully, lifting the shirt up to examine it. The ninja nodded dumbly, going over every line of the blonde man's upper body with his eyes so he could permanently engrave it into his memory.
"Hey, Kuro-mii, will you toss me some jeans?" he asked politely. The ninja tensed slightly as he tossed the magician his pants, quickly busying himself with changing out of his suit, even though he was watching his boyfriend closely out of the corner of his eye.
Shit, he's… he's… he's…
Holy hell was this a bad idea. A wonderful, beautiful bad idea, but a bad idea all the same… ah hell…
The swordsman flushed as he watched the smaller man, shedding his jacket and shirt before realizing he'd put the top he'd pulled out away on accident while he watched Fai get dressed. Sighing to himself, he turned back to the dresser and began searching through it for a shirt.
This was a bad idea.
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This was a wonderful idea.
The mage watched Kurogane search through their dresser for a shirt with no small interest, burning the image of his naked torso in his mind's eye for later viewing. He looked beautiful, his tanned, muscular chest still beaded with sweat from the warm noon sun. The magician gulped, turning away quickly as the swordsman succeeded in retrieving a shirt and proceeded to put it on. Fai watched him out of the corner of his eye as he glanced uncertainly at the jeans he was holding. C'mon Kuro-pii, don't run away…
"I'll be right back," he muttered after a moment, turning and leaving the room. The wizard sighed, summoning up the image of his boyfriend topless.
It was still a wonderful idea.
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The ninja sighed as he retreated to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. He was ashamed of himself. A little skin, and he lost it. Hell, he should have been fine. After all, they'd been a couple what, a month and a half now? They'd been around one another practically naked for months, confined in that damn hospital room wearing those painfully revealing gowns.
But it's not the same. Then, we couldn't have done anything, even if we wanted to. But now…
No, it was definitely different. The hospital was one thing. The bedroom they'd been sharing before Fai's suicide attempt, where they were both in the process of undressing anyway with two beds nearby and a lock on their door that couldn't be opened from the outside and no security cameras, was another entirely.
The ninja stumbled slightly as he pulled his jeans off. What the hell…?
He shook his head in an attempt to clear it before successfully removing his pants and pulling his jeans on. The floor seemed to spin beneath him as he opened the door, sending him lurching head first into the opposite wall with a resounding crash.
The ninja gasped as his knees gave out, and he collapsed onto the floor. Footsteps sounded from somewhere close by, but he couldn't tell which direction they came from. His head spun.
What the hell… is going on?
"Kuro-sama?" Fai's soft voice came from around him, causing his head to spin even faster. "Kuro-woof, what happened?"
The swordsman groaned as he tried to force himself to his feet.
"I'm… fine," he muttered, pushing himself into a sitting position.
"Kuro-bozu! What the hell happened?"
The ninja winced at Evron's loud voice.
"It's nothing, Evron-chan," the mage lied hurriedly. "He's just tired. You should go without us."
Kurogane tried desperately to make out the rest of the conversation as his head spun even faster, making him feel slightly nauseous. His head throbbed again as he was hurled into unconsciousness.
--
Fai sighed as he watched over his boyfriend.
The idiot! Not eating, not sleeping, pushing himself beyond his limits!
It had taken a few minutes, but the others had agreed to go on with their plans for the day, armed with the knowledge the wizard expected souvenirs.
"Moron," he hissed at the unconscious ninja. "If you didn't feel well, don't force it away."
The swordsman groaned, sweat breaking out on his forehead. Cautiously, the magus felt his forehead. There was no fever.
"Are you having a nightmare, Kuro-rinta?" he asked softly, taking the unconscious man's hand and squeezing it comfortingly. The ninja groaned.
--
What… the hell?
"Kurogane-sama!"
The swordsman turned and scowled at Makayla.
"What?" he snapped. The twenty-one year old pouted.
"Kurogane, you should treat her more nicely," a soft voice came from behind him.
"Tomoyo-hime!"
The dark haired woman shook her head.
"In your world, perhaps," she murmured sadly. "But not here. Here…"
The woman shuddered once, blood pouring from her mouth, a sword buried in her throat.
"Here, I'm the woman you killed in front of her own son," she whispered. "Are you really any better than the one who killed your mother?"
"No," Makayla's voice came from beside him. "He's worse. But that's okay!"
He stared at the writer in horror. Her chest was cut wide open, the area her heart and lung should occupy empty and bleeding profusely. The swordsman backed away slowly.
"I- I-" he stuttered. "I didn't-"
"Didn't what?" Evron appeared beside his mother, red eyes burning with hatred. "Didn't murder her for trying to protect me?"
"No!"
"Mommy!"
Kurogane jumped as Seth appeared out of nowhere, hugging his mother's leg.
"Seth," the author cried cheerfully. "How are you?"
"Mommy, you're hurt!"
"I'm fine!" she contradicted. "I'm just a little… a … little…"
The girl's face drained completely of color.
"Seth… I hafta go… okay?" she said, blood pouring from her mouth. "Kurogane-sama and Fai… will take care of you…"
"Don't bother, Makayla. This coward will never be able to take care of Seth," Evron growled.
"He certainly has a way with kids, doesn't he?" Tomoyo commented, blood still dripping from the sword in her throat. "He does to them what was done to him… sad, really. He's no better than… him…"
"No!" the swordsman cried. "It was an accident, I swear!"
"You… did this… Kurogane…"
The ninja's eyes filled with tears as Tomoyo moved forward.
"You… did this… to me… and Makayla…"
"No…"
"Do you truly hate us that much?"
"No!"
"Then why'd you do it?!"
"Because I'm weak!"
The tears he'd been holding back spilled over the edges of his eyes.
"I did it because I was too weak to save you both."
"Kuro-rin…"
The ninja glanced up at the sound of Fai's voice.
"Fai… I'll protect you."
Makayla smiled.
"Take care of him, to-san," she warned. Tomoyo nodded in agreement.
"Don't let him run away," she added. The ninja stared at them a moment before nodding.
"You can count on it."
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"Fai… aishiteru."
The mage jumped, turning toward where the ninja lay. He was sitting up now, legs hanging over the edge of his bed and a determined look in his eyes.
"Aishiteru," he repeated. "In my language… it means 'I love you'."
The wizard cocked his head to one side.
"Aishi…teru?" he echoed softly. Kurogane nodded.
"Aishiteru."
The mage grinned widely.
"Well then," he said, pulling the ninja to his feet, "aishiteru, Kuro-min."
The swordsman grinned, pulling his boyfriend in close and kissing him roughly. The mage gasped as the ninja's tongue explored the inside of his mouth. He thought he could like where this was going.
He grinned as his hands found themselves to the swordsman's jeans and began unzipping them.
Oh yes. He definitely liked where this was going.
A/N; And I'll leave the rest up to your imagination. And before anyone comments on it - I am very aware of the fact "aishiteru" would have been translated, but that wouldn't work as well, see.
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