I apologize for the shortness of these, but in the writing it kind of ended up that way. There are a couple coming up that are longer, so this trend will be reversing.
Hand Spun
by: Coley Merrin
Rating: Err...PG? T? Whatever is being used lately. I guess.
Warnings: Angst, and spoilers for late happenings if you're really reading closely. What is this angst monster, and how can I make it stop? Not kidding.
Still don't own Tsubasa...
"Do you think I couldn't do it?" Fai asked, gripping the knife in his hand hard enough for his knuckles to whiten, bringing it slowly to rest against Kurogane's neck, dreamily almost. "Do you think I couldn't end it?"
"Could you?" Kurogane leaned forward, his eyes steady on Fai's face so that he could see the widening eye, the shock, the denial, the fear, as he realized that the knife point slid through layers of skin and into Kurogane's flesh. Fai yanked the knife away, threw it so it clattered against the wall, ricocheting until it came to rest by their feet, spinning, with the faintest shine of blood on the tip.
Fai's hand vised around Kuogane's wrist before the man could touch him. "No." His lips twisted, a mockery of a smile. "I can't." He turned, left, as the knife spun slowly to a halt.