Did anyone notice that the chapters before this only made up like 3 days? Hell the first 5 chapters was day one! I need to space this out more else all of this'll happen in one month! And I can't have that happen! …I don't really know why I can't but I just can't!

Trivia #1~!: This series was originally only 12 chapters…. (Yeah that's not going to happen!)

Chapter 10: Trouble

A KuroFai Story

I let out a tired sigh, and rubbed my eyes tiredly, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep. I didn't get much sleep last night, because Fai had insisted on yet another movie night. But this time it was the 10th Kingdom... which is even longer than Tin Man.

I lazily threw my blankets off of me, and drug myself out of the bed sluggishly. I ran a hand throw my hair tiredly, and switched my alarm clock off. I glanced over at Fai, who had fallen asleep in his bed, and sighed.

I jumped when I heard the front door slam shut. iI guess that means Ashura's back. /i I scowled at my door, wondering why he had taken so long to get back. He'd been gone for almost three days now.

I glanced at the clock. It was 6:25. I figured I still had some time, so I walked over to the closet, and looked around for some clothes to wear.

After quickly undressing, and throwing a random pair of pants and a light blue long sleeved shirt on, I walked over to Fai.

I lowered myself down next to his curled up form. I reached a hand out and began to lightly stroke his blond hair. It was one of the very few ways to actually wake Fai up.

"Hey Ashura's home," I said when one of his eyes opened.

Blue eyes blinked blurrily, and he groaned. "Wha-?" He said tiredly, yawning, and rubbing one of his eyes. "Yuui, I's want… sleep…." He mumbled, turning to face the other direction.

I chuckled lightly, deciding to give him what he wanted, and got off of his bed. Picking up a pair of socks I made my way to the stairs. I stopped at the top of the stairs, and raised an eyebrow at Ashura. He was sitting on the bottom step, with his head buried in his arms.

I continued the rest of the way down the steps until I was standing next to him. I stopped for a second, wondering what he was doing. His body suddenly leaned against my leg, and he wrapped his arms around my shin.

My eyes widened in surprise before I slumped, oh joy he's drunk… I said sarcastically. I really didn't have time to deal with this today…

With a sigh I rolled my eyes. "Come on…" I grumbled, bending down grabbing a handful of his shirt and lifting him up to his feet. He swayed, and wrapped his arms around my neck, chuckling lightly.

My face scrunched up at the smell of booze and cigarettes. I wrapped my arms around his waist. This wasn't the first time he'd come home drunk, nor would it probably be the last either. But it was hard as hell getting him up the stairs.

I glanced up at them, and with yet another sigh, I decided to let him spend the afternoon on the couch. I didn't have enough time to deal with the hassle of the stair.

I pulled him down the step and into the hallway. He kept his hold on my neck, seemingly sober enough to see that I was trying to help him.

Our pace was slow, and I'm pretty sure that a snail could pass us. He chuckled suddenly as his mouth went against my ear, and I felt pain jolt through my body. I yelped and pulled my head away. I glared at him, but he only buried his head in my neck.

I sighed. "Don't bite my again." I said, and continued down the hallway, still lugging him.

We finally made it to the couch in one piece, miraculously. He whined when I let go of him, and his body slumped onto the couch. I rolled my eyes as he curled up into a ball and fell fast asleep.

I quickly took his shoes off, and dropped them by the couch. I quickly glanced at the time and panicked. It was 6:40, and that's the time the bus normally comes.

I quickly put on my socks on, along with my shoes. Grabbing my bag, and opened the door, I shivered at the cold and glanced over at the closet where my jacket was. "Screw it," I muttered, and ran out the door, making sure that I closed the door behind me.

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I climbed in to the bus, glad that I hadn't missed it. I had had to sprint all that way to the bus stop just to make it, but it was better than having to walk 3 miles in the cold with no jacket.

I quickly grabbed the seat that I claimed as my own. I quickly dug out my ipod, and settled into the seat.

Unwrapping the cord from around the device, I stuck in the first ear piece. When I moved to the second one, I felt something wet on my ear. I blinked, taking my hand back to get a look at what it was.

Oh great, he made my bleed. I thought, touching the top of my still bleeding ear. I winced at the slight pain. There wasn't anything that I could do for it until I got to school, and hopefully by then it stops bleeding.

I looked down at my other ear phone, and glanced around at the other people on the bus. There weren't very many kids here yet, probably only seven or so, but they were still loud. I shrugged and put the other one in as well.

I'd rather have bloodied earpiece than annoying teen gossip in my ears.

Thankfully the ride to the school wasn't as long as it normally seemed, and since I sit behind the driver, it was easier to get out first.

I rushed as fast as I could, without getting yelled at by a teacher for running in the halls, to the bathroom. I opened the door, and gave a sigh of relief that no one was in there.

I closed the door behind me, and walked over to the mirror. I pulled back the hair that blocked my ear, and moved to where I could see the damage. It didn't look too bad, but I would get a better look at it when the bloods gone.

Letting my hair fall back into place, I reached over and grabbed a paper towel. Wetting it with water, I whipped the blood away, wincing several times when the towel brush over the wound.

Ashura's never bitten me this hard before… hard enough to leave bruises sure, but never hard enough to bleed. Ashura always get strange when he's drunk, and the only thing that was good about him getting drunk is that he doesn't have hangovers… he has niceovers. Or at least that's what Fai calls them.

I froze when the door opened; the bathroom was just about the worst place for me to be at in this school. I let out a relieved sigh when I saw that it was only Watanuki who walked in.

He blinked in surprise. "Oh hey," He said.

I smiled hesitantly, wondering how I was going to explain why I was crouched over the sink holding a bloody paper towel. "Hello."

His eyebrows as he looked at the bloody towel. I forced my head into action, trying to come up with something believable. 'I fell,' or 'I tripped and fell on a rock' wasn't going to cut it this time. Not that it even has to begin with…

"Did Shogo get you again?" He asked, blue eyes filled with concern. For once I was seriously considering worshipping Shogo's existence at this moment.

I hung my head, and plastered on my best ashamed look. I let out a sigh. "Yeah… But I managed to get away before anything serious happened."

He walked over to me, and pushed the hair away from my ear. My heart beat sped up. Oh god! Please don't look like a bite mark! Don't look like a bite mark! I pleaded.

He lifted his hand and touched the wound. I flinched at the sudden pain. "You need to have that looked at…" He said, sounding confused.

I waved his hands away from me. "Nah, I'm sure it'll be okay." He frowned at me. "Okay fine. If it still hurts by second hour I'll go to the nurse." I said, knowing that I wouldn't keep that promise.

He nodded and left the bathroom. I let out a sigh, and figured it was about time to get out of here too. Checking my ear again, I made sure that it didn't start bleeding again, and followed after him.