Chapter 2: Meeting of the minds
Summary: Fye/Kurogane. This is a rather long story, Self-sacrifice and satisfaction.
Disclaimer: I do not own Tsubasa.
A/N: Whoot! Second chapter…. god this has taken me awhile. Sorry if I made you wait. Any way hope you enjoy this.
Warning: This story will contain Shonen ai, and the latter chapters will contain yaoi. Please do not read this if you do not like it. Thanks.
Chapter 2: Meeting of the minds
"Bouncy, Bouncy, Bouncy!" A deep groan followed the high-pitched squeal. Giving a deep sigh Kurogane rolled to his side, his blood streaked orbs still closed to the sun's warm rays.
Thin ebony brows twitched, his nose deep in the scented pools of lavender and soft silken locks. The large warrior grunted moving into the warmth. Kurogane's arms unconsciously wrapping around a slender waist, his tan thumbs rubbing over curved hips and pressing into a flat stomach. The fabric was smooth, the minute heat slowly roving in waves through the body; Kurogane's red fire warmed the individual, causing clear blue eyes to stir.
The assuming figure, a long and dashing blonde, filled his lungs with the crisp mornings air. His attention faltering a bit from sleep but ceased its drowsy ditz. Batting dainty lashes, Fye backed into Kurogane, turning his head a bit, just enough to see the larger man's reaction.
"Comfy, Kuro-poo?" His tone a little less than a flirt, his bright orbs filled with attention and a wild sense to vex. The next sound could only be described as a shrill guffaw, less like a laugh and more like a choke. Kurogane jumped up, his eyes were bricks of Hades. Gritting his teeth he ventured away from that pretty grin and jovial titter.
Fye twirled his body in excitement, his laugh echoing the empty forest.
"Awwww, Kuro is Mr. Grumpy today." The torment was not heard for Kurogane had already stomped far away from the tipsy blonde, somewhere, where those champagne tendrils and that curvy frame could not reach him.
The lovely angelic blonde's chatter broke through Shoran's sleep crusted eyes. His vision coming to as he slowly regained his memory of the day before. Shaking slumbers grasp from his frame, he checked on his Sakura. Gently caressing her caramel strands before pulling his jacket up over her shoulders as she slept.
Eyeing his princess he shifted his gaze to the mage. His blonde curls forming a perfect harmonious halo around his features, his smile soft as he rubbed Mokena's lop-like ear. Shoran shook his head, his ear's perking up to the sounds of the familiar man.
"Hey, Shoran." Kurogane's tone was annoyed and low. Shoran shook his head, lifting his head to initiate conversation with the Japanese man before the blonde could taunt and tease the other away . . . too late.
" Heh, Did the black bear come back to camp?" the usually giggle followed.
"Damn it! Shut it Mage… Or do you want me to shut you up?" his snarl was toothed and dangerous. Fye pondered the question as if was really intended it to be a question and not a threat.
He started to open his mouth but was cut off by Shoran. His apparent interest in other matters made him temporality brave enough to stop the tiff.
"Ah, where do you think we are?" Shoran sucked in air, hoping the comment stalled the others actions and focused them on the current matter. Both the irritated brunette and the cherry cheeked mage stopped rambling, and actual focused on the matter at hand. A steady breeze blew as the figures below the trees pondering their new surroundings.
Squeaks from Fye's lap disturbed the silent observation. Focus stilled around the small creature in the sorcerer's grasp. Her glowing orbs wide open. All attention peeked a feather was near.
Shoran stood, his eyes searching his surroundings as if the feather was right under his nose. Kurogane and Fye stood as well, their attention focusing on the milky pug.
"Where is it Mokena? Is it close?" the blonde's angelic voice eased the anxious brunette's thoughts of the feather.
The creamy plump Mokena nodded her pudgy paw pointing in the direction of the forest behind them. Fye looked over at Shoran, then to the still fuming samurai.
"I guess we should…." Fye trailed off his look dropping to the ground.
" We shall." The confident tone filled their ears as Shoran practically marched near Sakura as he reached down to lift the princess off the ground and into to his arms.
Fye smiled, his coy gaze eyed the dark samurai. Kurogane snorted, shrugging his shoulders as he ventured towards the dense woods. Shoran smiled, following the growling Japanese. Fye giggled, slightly squeezing Mokena.
"Shall we go madam?" his tone was light, his blue eyes bright. Following closely behind Shoran, the four ventured towards the forest their eyes taking in all of the forests details.
The woods were thick and full. Flowers of any and every desire laid flush over trees and vines. Lavender and scarlet blossoms scattered over the bushes, as their odors swirled in harmony with moist vegetation and warm bark. The deeper they went in, the warmer it became. The atmosphere was becoming thick, the trees grouping closer together, the humidity rising as skin became sticky and hair became wet.
The half voyage had been walked in quietness; the booming voice knocked the silence and pulled the others from their foggy trance.
"It's so hot!" Kurogane's temperament apparently was attached to his body temperature.
Shoran stopped, laying Sakura against a tree to catch his bearing. The heat was making his muscle lag and his vision to slightly blur.
Fye panted softly his usually fluffy locks were now soggy. Shoran shot a glance at the mage his look as concerned as Fye's. Kurogane rolled his eyes, silently swearing. He knew it.
"So, this is unnatural?" Kurogane's stare landed on the winded blonde.
Fye nodded, his look following the rays of light peeking through the thick canopy. Kurogane growled removing his jacket to expose his tight black muscle shirt. The shadowy Japanese jerked, his shirt sopped in sweat.
"This is getting bad. Why the hell is it so hot?!" the Japanese's demanding tone, was swallowed in the mist, his heart race increasing, Kurogane's battle sense was commanding. Both Fye and Shoran shifted through the mist, Fye carrying Mokena and Shoran holding his beloved flower. All three backed against each other, the mist thickening around them.
"I guess we found out what was causing the heat." Fye's tone still held a sort of tickled laugh. Kurogane gritted his teeth. Mumbling a short curse to the mage before they wore completely engulfed.
The thick smog was chocking, it creped up through Shoran's nostrils causing him to cough and spit; doubling over onto his knees, Sakura still silent in his grasp. Mokena squalled, her soft ears drooping in Fye's grasp. Both the blonde and ebony haired male's reflexes were sharper, both managed to not inhale the mist, but were not aware of the fog creeping up their nostrils.
Kurogane's dark orbs widened as he watched the beautiful mage fall to his knees, the tan Japanese reached for him only to fall to the same fate. His eyes fluttering, Kurogane's instincts to keep going were not achieved, his sight falling to the emerging murky silhouettes. He managed a whispered curse as Kurogane fell into darkness with his comrades.
I think Fye would smell this way…don't you?
Sorry for cutting this one really short, but I have work to deal with. The third chapter will be much longer and brought to you a lot faster, I promise. Oh, and thanks for the reviews they are very nice. Please keep them coming.