Note from the Author: My prompt was "school girls" and it was offered to me by my sister's best friend. So, yes, I naturally blame her.

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"Just how many worlds have Japans in them? Kurogane grumbled irritably as they oriented themselves in the country that, apparently, had the same name as his own and Fai's. But, they both attested to the fact that the world was nothing like either of theirs.

Currently, they were situated in the grass of a public park, watching the people walk by, wondering whether there could possibly be a piece of Sakura's memory here. Well, that's what four of them were doing. Kurogane was muttering to himself, angry that this wasn't his Japan because that was where he wanted to be.

To distract him, Fai had decided that he would be more annoying than usual, hopping around him, asking stupid questions, and perpetually adding obnoxious suffixes to the end of his name, but that was normal. Suddenly, he plopped down beside him, a nimble finger pointing toward the sidewalk. "Kuro-tan, look at those girls. Their legs are showing quite a lot, don't you think?"

Kurogane, who finally heard something from his companion's mouth that might interest him, lifted his head from his hand. He recognized the school uniforms from another world they had visited, but unlike those skirts, which had fallen well past the knee, these barely qualified as clothing. They were more like pieces of ribbon wrapped around the waist, with long silky expanses of thigh extending down from them.

He flushed and looked intentionally away, not answering the inquiry.

Fai tilted his blonde head at his friend, brow furrowing. "Kuro-pan, your face is red. Do you feel alright? Oh, I see." Suddenly understanding, he grinned devilishly, slapping him on the back. "Well, I'm glad you're libido is up-and-running!"

The announcement was made loudly, and several passersby stopped to curiously study the mortified ninja. Kurogane's hands aimed their grip for his 'friend's' neck, but missed as he dodged out of reach, giggling. Groaning, he opted not to chase the hyperactive wizard, falling back into the grass.

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He must have fallen asleep because the sun was far into the west when he looked up into the sky again. Sakura and Syaoran were sitting together apart from him, talking quietly, and Mokona was asleep on his stomach, his snores coming forth as squeaks.

Fai was nowhere to be found, which was never a good thing. He was probably off concocting another scheme to make Kurogane's life completely miserable. What terrified him was that he was getting quite good at it. He sat up, ignoring Mokona's high-pitched protests as he went tumbling off of him into the grass. He climbed to his feet, looking around. "Hey, Syaoran, where's Fai?"

The teenager frowned up at him, shrugging. "He said he had something he had to do and ran off. That was about two hours ago."

Kurogane scowled, brushing himself off. "I'm going to find him." He couldn't really believe it himself when he said it, but he figured that whatever he was up to involved his own torment in the immediate future. He stalked around the park, probably making some park-goers nervous. The sour look on his face could make a grown man cry, and a few babies certainly did wail up a storm when he passed.

He didn't find Fai. Fai found him, by tackling him from behind. "Kuro-ron!" was the excited shout that accompanied the hug.

Kurogane growled, shrugging him off and spinning to face him. "Where have you – oh, no." He slapped a hand over his eyes, staring in horror through his fingers at his companion. "This is a nightmare, right?"

Fai stood before him, smiling brightly. That wasn't unusual. The strange part was the fact that he was clad in the sailor uniform of a Japanese schoolgirl – obscenely short skirt and all. And the truly, truly terrifying thing was that he looked good in it. "Kuro-tan," he leaned forward, pressing a long hand to his forehead. "You are very red again. There are no pretty girls in short skirts to be the cause now." He grinned. "I was hoping this might get you're attention."

"Oomph" narrowly escaped the confines of his mouth before Kurogane's lips captured his. "You got my attention." He muttered, kissing him. "And, you're a damned pretty boy."