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WHEN; August the 13th, early afternoon.
RATING; PG, probably?
CHARACTERS; Ashura {

fooolery}, and possibly Kurogane {

a_crimson_ninja}.
SUMMARY; Fai’s king has arrived, and he goes to meet him.
LOG;

Even a day after the incident it still hurt, a dull ache that tugged gently at his muscles, wearing them thin and tight. It was a chore just to type on the talky box, but some things needed to be said, and the fact that he owed his living existence right now to Vash, one of his dearest friends, he would need to figure out some way to repay him. Really, he owed his life to quite a lot of people, which was all the more reason to die.

At that, Fai shifted his glazed blue eye down to stare listlessly at the bandages that were wrapped around both of his wrists, crusted over from the excessive amount of blood after he’d tried, several times, to end his life. But with his vampirism, there was no way to damage his skin without it healing quickly after, so that was why he had attempted and still lived, though with quite a bit of scars and bruises to show for his cowardice. Though this wasn’t the time, he was being summoned.

Standing, a bit wobbly, the mage made his way out of the Cathedral with a dazed expression almost as if he were halfway through an unpleasant dream, and he couldn’t tell if anyone followed him even if he wanted to. All that filled his senses was that faint drum, the thrum of his king’s magical aura that drew him forward along the streets of the city, and he heard nothing else.

"Coming, coming...Ashura-ou."

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The ninja had noticed Fai leaving--how could he not? It was hard to let the blond out of his sight, and truthfully, the angel had not helped the situation--now this...it was getting out of hand.

He released his sword from his hand, now clean, and strapped it to his waist, before moving after the mage, long legs moving in quick strides to catch up with the pale form.

"Oi." he stated as he caught up to Fai, merely to get his attention. "I'm coming, too."

Fai sighed, a heavy sound in utter relief as the ninja suddenly began walking beside him, and he would have had half a mind to reach out for his hand if he had any of his mind left to speak of. Maybe he could do this now, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard to look at the king he had deceived, the king he had forsaken and fled from all this time.

Even though they had met once more in Celes not too long ago, the mage couldn’t help but choke just a little bit as Ashura’s magic grew more pronounced, the faint drumming now a pounding in the back of his head, ever present and ever beckoning. It was a call he could not refuse, and the mage finally acted upon his emotions by reaching out to grasp the ninja’s hand, grappling for it at first, desperate for a lifeline, anything to serve as an anchor.

This would not end well.

Kurogane listened to the sounds the mage made, from the sigh to the choke--he nearly started as Fai grasped onto his hand, but he responded instantly, his own large fingers closing around the blond's pale ones, threading together, holding tight, providing a hold.

"...I won't leave you." he stated, red eyes hard. "No matter what."

And it was true. Kurogane's long-lasting stubbornness had won out before, and if it worked the first time, it would damn well work again.

"I know," the mage replied hoarsely, which forced him to swallow the dry lump that had formed in the back of his throat, guilt twisting in the pit of his stomach as he recalled his suicide attempts and how that must have worried the ninja. Or how it may have worried a lot of people. "Don’t...fight him. Ne?"

There was a pleading note in Fai’s voice as they walked, one eye glazed over as the pounding became nearly unbearable had he not recognized it immediately, but he fought back the temptation of succumbing entirely to its call. He couldn’t, not after all they had gone through, could he? At that, his hand tightened over the other’s just a bit, anxiety written all over his features.

"As long as he doesn't hurt you, I don't see the point." he stated. "He'll just come back to life here, anyway." He tightened his hold on Fai's hand, his thumb rubbing gently over the mage's knuckles. Maybe the crazy king hadn't had any inkling--he had said that he saw no reason for Kurogane to come now, but here, with Fai, he could see every reason. And fuck you if you don't like it, Ashura.

If there was a God out there, then surely, surely He hated him. This? This could only be the wrath of some god; it was far too cruel.

Ashura looked around. This was hardly his Palace in Celes, but rather, a large fountain. The water was pleasant, but that was the problem. He knew how warm the water was. Which meant he was wet. Just to his left was a jet that spouted water upwards, getting him drenched in the process. Irritation and revolution blossomed on his face. Not only was he dragged from his home, but dropped in a fountain? How marvelous. Gracefully, Ashura began to wade his way out, frustration written on his face.

What a pleasant day this would make for.