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WHEN; August 31st, late at night.
RATING; Probably...PG for gore? :x
CHARACTERS; ~~LULZ ALL CLAMP CHARACTERS~~ Ashura {

tyranically}, Fai {

fooolery}, Kurogane {

a_crimson_ninja}, Sakura {

un_recall}, Syaoran {

feuerwolf}.
LOG;

A whirlwind tore about what was left of the magician’s scorched and heavy clothes, suited for the unbearable cold weather of another world far, far away. Like a shooting star, he rocketed throughout the streets of the City without a backward glance, weaving in and out of those in the way easily to act as a mere gust of a breeze, everything that was left of him intent upon only one end. He’d waited as long as he dared to make sure Kurogane had healed, but that was all his patience could endure for now, and he refused to guide him to the battlefield. If he insisted, that was something he couldn’t help, though it was something he felt a pang in his heart for. Of course he would come, why wouldn’t he?

It couldn’t go on any longer, not after his king had mortally wounded and threatened everything he had ever held so dear, the only people that had ever stayed with him despite all the lies. They were his family, and he would protect them, he would. Even if he hadn’t healed properly just yet, since things like that took a little more time for a vampire than simply a few spare minutes. This, however, was not about his pain.

"...I’m weak no longer." As the apartment grew ever closer to the mage’s half-lidded gaze, swirls of wind tossing his wispy hair about wildly, the ever constant ring of his king’s magic began to cloud his mind, and he fought against the tug, pull, poison. One hand flung out before him, the nearest window shattered into pieces and showered upon the floor within the building, to which Fai landed into a crouch gracefully, poised, silent as a cat. Blood caked across the magician’s face like war paint, mixed with an array of tears that streaked through the mess as if to track every lie, every failing he had ever committed to those he loved and now paid dearly for.

There was no need to speak, not now. So he merely waited, in that very same position, forgetting to breathe as his heart thudded violently, sickeningly in his chest, mocking him, neck nearly turned black from the earlier abuse.

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Fai was drawing obviously closer after the comments in the journals abruptly ended on his end. Humming, he summed up the end of his comments in return and closed the journal. Humming was a rare thing- he hadn't hummed since Fai was younger and needed consoling. But today was simply too much fun to hold back. Not only would his wish be fulfilled, but he got to stir things up before hand. What more could he honestly ask for?

With Fai so conspicuously waiting for him in the building now, Ashura stood and left his bedroom. The child had broken through a window in the hall just outside, he noticed with a sigh.

"Did you really have to break the window, Fai? The door would have done just fine."

At the very sight that Ashura presented, Fai nearly had to choke down a wave of nausea that flooded his bloody mouth, and he gritted his teeth, fresh tears tracking down over his dry cheeks. He couldn’t even spare a thought past one of despairing guilt at everything he had failed with in life, all those he had let down and put into danger, nothing but ending this and forsaking his own pain for the wish to protect them. Family.

Still crouched, the magician thrust his hand out before him and quickly, almost blurring, to send a shuddering blast of violent force toward the king, thrusting as much of what he could gather through his own exhaustion and physical ache into that one energy he used as a weapon. He was a weapon, had been created and manipulated as such, and he would not back down.

Not ever again.

A shield wasn't quite adequate for the utter blast of energy Fai directed at him, though no physical harm was dealt. Singed clothes was all, and that was hardly a hindrance.

"Violence before healing, Yuui? I told you to wait, did I not?" Ashura sighed, raising his left hand and flicking it, drawing the necessary symbols into the air. As gently as possible, he sent a push of energy to push ~~Yuui~~ Fai against the wall.

But he wouldn’t be taken down that easily, not with a deft shift of footing to the left, almost like a deadly waltz, and he swept his forefinger out along in an arch fashion, rapidly drawing out his own symbols upon the air and sending them rocketing straight back toward the king.

This time, however, Fai made sure to shove not only another flash of powerful energy at Ashura, but also to add every last shard of broken glass swirling within the storm that he created out of thin air, gaze narrowed dangerously. He then ignored how horribly his leg muscles proceeded to burn at the abuse, and his hand trembled as it was held aloft, complexion ashen with his own rapidly declining health.

"YUUI IS DEAD!" He cried out, and almost as if in a reckless, impulsive desire to drive his point home like that of a child, the magician used both hands to map out yet several more spells, which in turn went barreling toward his king on all sides, a wicked force of nature to be dealt with.

What a stubborn, stubborn child. Would he never see logic?

Relaxed smile still plastered to his face, Ashura deftly drew symbol upon symbol into the air, shields layering themselves against the battering of Fai's continuous spells until there was a thoroughly layered sphere around him, blocking the attacks.

"No, Yuui. You are fully alive. Fai is the one who is dead-- though I suppose you do not care for him anymore. You have consented to die, and not revive him."

If Fai thought he was just going to sit back and let the mage get himself into more trouble, he had another damn thing coming. The ninja himself moved quickly towards the sound of flying spells, releasing Souhi, still bloody from the other Ashura's chest, into his hand. The wound at his side was mostly healed, though it still gave him pangs and was leaking a thin trail of blood. He, however, ignored it. He arrived just in time to watch Fai's next spell fly at the king, who blocked it with his own spells. He snarled, listening to their words back and forth, before he himself lept into the fray, sword drawn.

"Shut up, you bastard!"

Suddenly, the magician’s hands dropped to his sides and he huffed out wheezing pants, trying to regain what energy he had left in order to do this properly. If it didn’t end tonight, it would simply mean lengthening the nightmare he had fabricated for them all. And Fai waited, still crouched, feeling the steady ring of Ashura’s magic all around him, lanky limbs shaking from the effort to stay patient.

This couldn’t take any more time than needed, and with a dry swallow, the vampire proceeded to focus his attention upon healing, shuddering as a chill ran upward along his spine, skin prickling at the sensation it caused. After a few seconds, without even raising his ducked head, the magician raised a single pointed finger at the king and wrote out a complicated rune that took fairly long, of which created a rumble of energy that proceeded to shake the whole apartment. Fai was focused upon gathering, storing, doing what he could to stay alive and finish this. Gently, he raised his head and stared at Ashura, only seemingly half aware of Kurogane’s presence though he made sure to track his movement, as well.

"Let’s end this."

It all happened when he felt that one tremor of magic. There was a switch of sorts that went off within Syaoran whenever danger presented itself. It was a type of self-preservation for not only him, but for Sakura's feathers. That is why he dragged Sakura along, not as the one he loved, but as the vessel for the feathers.

To say Syaoran's mind was blank was inaccurate. It was simply free of all obstacles and nuisances, things like emotions. He could think clearly and he had only two thoughts: detain the danger and secure the feather.

That was his sole purpose. That was why he was created.

Syaoran tugged Sakura by the wrist through the streets as he carried Hien lightly in his other hand. His eyes were locked on his target, the source of the magic tremor he felt before. When he reached the building, he threw the door open and stormed up the stairs until he reached the source.

Three men stood there. Their identities did not register in Syaoran's mind. It was useless information. The one man with the sword had no magic and was the least of his concerns. The blonde had quite a bit, but he was weak, struggling on his feet. The last man had to be Syaoran's target.

Blank eyes locked on Ashura. Syaoran's grip on Sakura weakened as his fingers tightened around Hien.

He would get the feather.