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tampered2007-10-09 07:07 pm
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when; October 9th, very late at night.
rating; G~
characters; Fai {![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fooolery} and Kurogane {a_crimson_ninja}.
summary After leaving, a mage and ninja find some level ground without words.
log;
It was palpable, like clay with an endless ability to mold into new things, a fact that most people seemed to ignore. Deft, pale hands weaved in and out of the surrounding breeze, constantly, artfully.
To the mage, it was like a song; a deep, soft rhythm that thrummed from within him, instinctively guiding his finger into sharp, dipping curves against the unseen palate—mapping out spell after spell.
Maybe having the inexplicable urge to be free explained some things, but thinking about that made his stomach twist unpleasantly, and he worked just that bit harder, one eye dropping halfway into concentration, the telltale sign of doubt. A had been seed planted long ago, an unshakable worry that he’d always be alone that somehow, and sometime they would leave him just like everyone else—that they’d realize what a mistake they made, in the end.
What reason did he give them to trust? How had he repaid their unending loyalty, love, support other than leaving them like this? No matter how much Fai’s beating heart yearned for acceptance, he knew that he couldn’t ever deserve such a thing. That would be too much to ask of them all, too much to sacrifice. And they had already sacrificed so much, so much.
As the streets were washed clean with a gentle fall shower, a mist clung heavily to the air, and the mage felt it with all of his being, the sticky weight of the stagnant wind, though he couldn’t bring himself to create a breeze. That would be allowing for leisure when he could sense the ninja’s presence somewhere along the back of the hot springs, probably the porch. He’d taken to that place, hadn’t he? A place to think. To regret, most likely.
Words were unnecessary, even though Fai couldn’t possibly think of anything to say in the first place as excuses and apologies stuck in his dry throat, and he found he couldn’t breathe once he shuffled up only a few feet away from Kurogane, head bowed, standing on the wet lawn, soaked and chilled to the bone.
It was true--the porch had become one of the ninja’s favored spots to sit and contemplate, though too much thinking could get a person into trouble. With that in mind, he resolved to not think too much, instead spending that time sitting there planning Syaoran, Li-kun and Doumeki’s training for tomorrow. Both Syaoran and Li-kun were several large steps ahead of Doumeki in the physical defense department, but the older boy was fortunately a quick study.
Most of the day had been spent at the café, putting some finishing touches and sweeping out the kitchen--anything to keep himself busy while the mage had been gone. Time went faster when you were working, anyway, so may as well be productive and get something done. Fai--no, Yuui’s--statement that he was going to be gone for the day had initially made Kurogane relatively uncomfortable, but to protest would have made him a hypocrite, and if there was one thing the ninja never wanted to be, it was that. He had asked the blond to trust him before--how could he request that of him without giving it in return?
Despite this, he had been tense most of the day, working to release pent up energy and tension that he could just not seem to get rid off. However, when he heard soft footsteps in front of him and looked up to see the mage standing in front of him, that tension coiled more into a knot, even as he pushed to his feet, hands on his hips.
“...hey.”
There were a hundred different things he’d like to say, a thousand apologies he’d like to make, but for once, nothing would form into words. And he stood there, awkwardly, which was a strange feeling for him—that uncomfortable, out of place feeling that twisted and knotted in one’s stomach—and it wasn’t helping his sudden lack of coherency. But, if there was anything the mage could do, he took a wary few steps forward, still unable to bring himself to stand on the porch for fear of not being allowed inside, after all this.
And then Fai glanced up at the tall, solid figure that Kurogane always presented, feeling suddenly small underneath the shadow he cast over the rainy lawn, uncertainly just as palpable in the air as the tension.
Why the hell was the mage still standing out there?
“You’re gonna get sick if you stand in the rain like that any longer.” the ninja growled, before he turned, heading back into the house, pausing at the door, glancing back over his shoulder. “Hurry up. I’m cold.”
A weight was lifted, and something in Fai’s expression softened in what could only be relief as he followed immediately, feet shuffling onto the wooden porch and under the protection of the ninja’s shadow, silently requesting acceptance. "Sorry," he murmured with a cold shudder, shaking out his wispy hair a bit, his smile anxious and slightly amused.
“Idiot.” Kurogane grumbled, resting a hand on the small of Fai’s back and ushering the mage inside the warmth of the hot springs. Really, the ninja couldn’t think of anything more to say. What else was there to say? Nothing, really, that needed to be said out loud. The mage was back, and that was the important thing, anyway. And that was that.
rating; G~
characters; Fai {
fooolery} and Kurogane {a_crimson_ninja}.summary After leaving, a mage and ninja find some level ground without words.
log;
It was palpable, like clay with an endless ability to mold into new things, a fact that most people seemed to ignore. Deft, pale hands weaved in and out of the surrounding breeze, constantly, artfully.
To the mage, it was like a song; a deep, soft rhythm that thrummed from within him, instinctively guiding his finger into sharp, dipping curves against the unseen palate—mapping out spell after spell.
Maybe having the inexplicable urge to be free explained some things, but thinking about that made his stomach twist unpleasantly, and he worked just that bit harder, one eye dropping halfway into concentration, the telltale sign of doubt. A had been seed planted long ago, an unshakable worry that he’d always be alone that somehow, and sometime they would leave him just like everyone else—that they’d realize what a mistake they made, in the end.
What reason did he give them to trust? How had he repaid their unending loyalty, love, support other than leaving them like this? No matter how much Fai’s beating heart yearned for acceptance, he knew that he couldn’t ever deserve such a thing. That would be too much to ask of them all, too much to sacrifice. And they had already sacrificed so much, so much.
As the streets were washed clean with a gentle fall shower, a mist clung heavily to the air, and the mage felt it with all of his being, the sticky weight of the stagnant wind, though he couldn’t bring himself to create a breeze. That would be allowing for leisure when he could sense the ninja’s presence somewhere along the back of the hot springs, probably the porch. He’d taken to that place, hadn’t he? A place to think. To regret, most likely.
Words were unnecessary, even though Fai couldn’t possibly think of anything to say in the first place as excuses and apologies stuck in his dry throat, and he found he couldn’t breathe once he shuffled up only a few feet away from Kurogane, head bowed, standing on the wet lawn, soaked and chilled to the bone.
It was true--the porch had become one of the ninja’s favored spots to sit and contemplate, though too much thinking could get a person into trouble. With that in mind, he resolved to not think too much, instead spending that time sitting there planning Syaoran, Li-kun and Doumeki’s training for tomorrow. Both Syaoran and Li-kun were several large steps ahead of Doumeki in the physical defense department, but the older boy was fortunately a quick study.
Most of the day had been spent at the café, putting some finishing touches and sweeping out the kitchen--anything to keep himself busy while the mage had been gone. Time went faster when you were working, anyway, so may as well be productive and get something done. Fai--no, Yuui’s--statement that he was going to be gone for the day had initially made Kurogane relatively uncomfortable, but to protest would have made him a hypocrite, and if there was one thing the ninja never wanted to be, it was that. He had asked the blond to trust him before--how could he request that of him without giving it in return?
Despite this, he had been tense most of the day, working to release pent up energy and tension that he could just not seem to get rid off. However, when he heard soft footsteps in front of him and looked up to see the mage standing in front of him, that tension coiled more into a knot, even as he pushed to his feet, hands on his hips.
“...hey.”
There were a hundred different things he’d like to say, a thousand apologies he’d like to make, but for once, nothing would form into words. And he stood there, awkwardly, which was a strange feeling for him—that uncomfortable, out of place feeling that twisted and knotted in one’s stomach—and it wasn’t helping his sudden lack of coherency. But, if there was anything the mage could do, he took a wary few steps forward, still unable to bring himself to stand on the porch for fear of not being allowed inside, after all this.
And then Fai glanced up at the tall, solid figure that Kurogane always presented, feeling suddenly small underneath the shadow he cast over the rainy lawn, uncertainly just as palpable in the air as the tension.
Why the hell was the mage still standing out there?
“You’re gonna get sick if you stand in the rain like that any longer.” the ninja growled, before he turned, heading back into the house, pausing at the door, glancing back over his shoulder. “Hurry up. I’m cold.”
A weight was lifted, and something in Fai’s expression softened in what could only be relief as he followed immediately, feet shuffling onto the wooden porch and under the protection of the ninja’s shadow, silently requesting acceptance. "Sorry," he murmured with a cold shudder, shaking out his wispy hair a bit, his smile anxious and slightly amused.
“Idiot.” Kurogane grumbled, resting a hand on the small of Fai’s back and ushering the mage inside the warmth of the hot springs. Really, the ninja couldn’t think of anything more to say. What else was there to say? Nothing, really, that needed to be said out loud. The mage was back, and that was the important thing, anyway. And that was that.