MON DIEUX!! i think i've fallen into the one shot trap of xxxholic and tsubasa. ah well, ain't that bad. could be worse, i think. this installment is totally musically inspired. therefore, readers should watch the music vedio for "Miss Murder" by AFI (youtube is a dear), "Prelude 12/21" is the first bit and vaugely important. cherio
Disclaimer: i'm pretty sure i have six degrees of conection with CLAMP, however, that also implies i'm not them.
Rockfest Rags
"I'm home!" Fai called in a singsong voice, not caring that it was past midnight.
"Where have you been?" Kurogane demanded harshly, coming out of the kitchen to loom over the wizard. But before he reached the perfect distance to intimidate, he was stopped by Fai's appearance.
"What are you wearing?" popped out of his mouth before he could stop it. To be fair, it was a perfectly logical question.
Instead of the soft pallet he usually wore, Fai's current outfit could be described in two words, leather and tight. Namely, a white t-shirt with a ring of jumping rabbits that looked like a girl's small with pants that probably hadn't heard of modesty and heavy mid-calf boots with a fat heel and numerous buckles and straps. Three belts were hung on his thin hips; a plain leather one with plain studs, a red and black pyramid belt, and a shiny black one with bats etched on it. Spiked cuffs, chains, and plain leather coils snaked their way up his arms and looped around his neck while the odd black streak dirtied his blond hair. He had heavy raccoon eyes and a ring through his tongue.
"One of my clients had a spare ticket to a concert, so I went." Fai replied flippantly, "but you're one to talk Kuro-blo." Judging by the fresh mud on the steel toed boots by the door, Kurogane had just arrived home too,
"Where have you been?" Fai asked, filling the space between them and trying to loom over Kurogane, a task he failed miserably at, considering the height difference.
"I was hired to be a plain clothes guard." Kurogane replied evenly,
"Plain clothes huh?" Fai had a point though; Kurogane had detoured from his usual style rather dramatically. Baggy bondage pants hung on his legs, although they were belted so they fell under his naval rather than his ass. The hilt of his sword could be seen sticking out of his pant leg, but it was obscured by a comfortable tank top, black with an accurate skeletal sketch of the bones underneath, under a ratty fishnet shirt.
Shrugging, Fai moved past the irate ninja and into the kitchen, where he went to pour himself a large glass of milk.
"So which concert were you at?" Kurogane asked, following.
"Not sure really," Fai replied, pouring himself a tall glass of milk.
"So you went to a concert you'd been invited to last minute, with people you barely know, in a city you don't know, to watch people you don't listen to. What sort of an idiot does that?!?"
"Wah, so harsh Kuro-fo, it wasn't so bad. I had fun, although I didn't two people could be so close without having sex." Luckily, Fai had his head in the fridge, otherwise Kurogane would have seen the smirk that adorned his face at the 'thunk' that occurred due to a particularly hard flinch on the part of Kurogane. "Besides", he continued, rising out of the icebox, "why do you care so much?"
"Er-" Kurogane flushed slightly when he couldn't make up an excuse fast enough, "I thought I saw you at work tonight…" he muttered quickly,
"Oh! Kuro-na was guarding a concert, which one?" Fai asked, pouring the ninja another glass of milk, but adding a shot of vodka and shaking it with his hand over the top, making an impromptu White Russian, and licking his hand clean.
"AFI, or something like that," Kurogane replied, taking a sip of the milk, discovering the booze, but sighing and not mentioning he had noticed; although both he and Fai knew that the other knew about the cocktail.
"Hey, A-fi, that sounds familiar, did they play 'The Killing Lights'?" Fai asked, feigning total ignorance.
"So that was you with that tattoo freak's tongue down your throat!" Kurogane growled, swallowing the last of the tall glass of 'milk'.
"Maybe," Fai replied slyly, calmly seated despite the raging Kurogane on the other side of the small table,
"That guy was arrested for handing out date-rape drugs!"
AH NON!! I think i've fallen into the one shot series trap of xxxholic and tsubasa!! ah well, ain't that bad. Could be worse. so yes...one shot numero dos. totally musically inspired. readers should watch the music vedio for "Miss Murder" by AFI before reading, the first bit is "Prelude 12/21" and is vaugly i
"Really? I thought I felt funny after that," Fai answered offhand, carding his hair to detach the black, very temporary extensions that had been braided in. Kurogane gave him an odd, exasperated look before falling heavily on the table, head in his arms. Silence fell over the pair, the only noise coming from the nearby train tracks.
"My magic protects me from most drugs?" Fai said after a while, tone implying an apology. Kurogane grunted in reply.
Silence followed.
Fai sighed and moved from the table, dropping the glasses of milk in the sink. Turning around, he sighed again when he saw that Kurogane hadn't moved. So, he went over to the fridge and made them both White Russians although with a little more vodka than last time.
Kurogane raised his head when he heard the chink of glass on wood and took the peace offering, downing it in one gulp. He wiped the milk mustache away, grimacing from the burn at the back of his throat.
"You won't be getting drunk or high in the near future." Kurogane said, laying out the first condition of his forgiveness, "we don't need the sort of attention an arrest will cause, especially as I know people in the police station."
"Okay." Fai replied, sipping his own drink,
"And you won't find a…partner in any world, that's would be cruel." Kurogane slurred, obviously regretting the drinks between work and home.
"Okay." Fai replied evenly, grinning at a joke in his head as he finished off his drink. After depositing the glasses in the sink for the second time, he swaggered over to the ninja and jabbed him meanly in the side.
"Come on, let's get to bed," he said. Kurogane thrust himself away from the table and got up, groaning. They walked up the stairs towards the bedroom the four of them shared, not saying a word. After gathering his night clothes, Kurogane walked towards the adjacent bathroom.
"Do you remember Prelude 12/21?" Kurogane asked when he reached the door. Fai looked up and cocked his head, "Would you?"
"Would I what?" Fai asked, perplexed,
"Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep?"
that came out a little flatter than i thought it would. ah well, now we know why we don't get kuro-boo drunk.