52. Fire
Sometimes Syaoran wondered why, no matter what world they landed in, he gained some fire-related weapon.
In the Hanshin Republic, he'd been joined by a wolf made of flames. Later, when he'd received a sword in Outo and realized all the attacks were somehow connected with fire, he'd begun to wonder if he didn't have some strange affinity for the element.
Gradually, he came to accept the strange connection. It did not matter what weapons he had, or that they all seemed to relate the fire. He had only one wish, one burning desire, and that was to protect Sakura.
53. Nails
Yuui lifted his blood-crusted fingernails to the cold wall, contemplating the ache in his fingertips. It was not such a great pain, compared to the gnawing hunger, or his shredded heart, but it nagged at him, ceaseless and eternal as the walls that confined him.
His fingernails scraped against the frigid stone, refusing to go numb as they bent backwards against the hard surface. Fireworks of pain shot up his knuckles as one fingernail fractured. It was that pain, that constant sting that made his fingers feel like stumps instead of proper digits. A small pain, but a constant torment.
54. Liar
Some lies were kind. "I'm sure you'll remember eventually, Sakura-chan."
Some lies were to preserve his façade. "A little wound like this won't kill me."
Some lies were intended to provoke the Big Puppy into a fit of rage so he wouldn't see Fai as he really was. "But Kuro-pon looks so innocent in those robes!"
Some lies were internal, lies he told only to himself, so he wouldn't have to remember. I don't have to betray the others . . . I can keep running forever if I have to . . . My name is Fai, not Yuui.
Author's Notes:
I'm trying to keep up on the stories I'm able to update this month, but if you have a prompt or a request for these drabbles, I'm desperate.