9th Day of Christmas
Theme: Creative New Weapons Of Holiday Cheer
Kurogane didn't really think it was fair for Mokona to withhold his sword just because he wouldn't wear some stupid furred hat. When he'd refused to cave, Mokona had also hidden all the alcohol. That was pushing it, but Kurogane had his pride to consider.
He'd managed to avoid the meatbun for the rest of the night and had escaped without any further ultimatums. No doubt Mokona and Fai would have something cooked up for him in the morning.
Sleep had almost taken him when something heavy settled on his stomach. Sensing no malignant intentions beyond the normal ambient ones that usually surrounded Fai when he'd been drinking, Kurogane refused to open his eyes in the faint hope that Fai would just go away.
He was tired and sore from sparring with Syaoran earlier in the day, and he just wanted to sleep.
After several minutes where nothing happened, Fai leaned over him and proceeded to scratch at his nose. "Kuro-taaaan."
"Go. Away."
"Arara, Kuroi. You're no fun."
Even with his eyes closed, Kurogane could see the pout on Fai's face. "I'm not warning you again, mage. Go away or I will..."
"You'll what?"
That did it. Kurogane could put up with the late night wake-up call. He could handle Fai invading his personal space like this - in fact, he was rather enjoying that bit, but the underlying tone of that statement suggested that Fai seriously doubted his ability to make good on that threat.
His attempt to throw Fai off him met with little success, and he growled out a curse of frustration. He knew that Fai was not even remotely close to that heavy.
A quick survey revealed Mokona parked squarely on his chest in front of Fai. Apparently one of Mokona's 100 secret techniques was immense weight.
Kurogane dropped his head back to the pillows with a groan. With his torso pinned to the bed, there was little he could do to dislodge Fai.
10 minutes of Fai babbling, and it was taking all of his years of meditation to resist the very un-ninja method of taking the easy way out. After 15 minutes, he decided that maintaining his sanity trumped maintaining his pride. "Fine."
Fai threw his arms over his head. "He agrees!"
"Now get off of me." Before I do something stupid, he added mentally because Fai's continued presence straddling his hips was beginning to take its toll. "And let me sleep."
Fai slid off him only to stretch out alongside him, one arm thrown across his chest, and smiled at the dark look Kurogane pinned him with. "What?"
He could have shoved Fai off the bed, but his side had been a little chilly. Besides, as long as Fai was quiet, he didn't really mind his presence.