tampered | Log again~!

When; NOW! & ongoing~
Rating; PG-13 because Kuro-pee-pee curses like a truck driver. R if Agito-psycho decides to pop in, hee~
Characters; Kurogane, and anyone else in building 8 that wants to join in.
Summary; Kurogane brings back meat and alcohol for the gang... WHAT WILL HAPPEN~! Oh, I wonder.
Log;

Thunk, drop, BAM, door closing and stomp stomp stomp as the black shinobi known only as Kurogane made his way across the room, headed straight for the kitchen sink and getting himself a glass of water. The goodies he had brought back from his day out were scattered across the floor behind him, packages of pre-cooked meat and alcohol littered along the carpet.

Slamming his glass against the counter, he turned abruptly to the room and anyone that was paying attention, "THERE! Meat and alcohol for you stupid bastards. Next time, I hunt for myself and myself only! Tch!"

Whatever possessed Fai to adopt those two kids, Kurogane would never know. Last time he checked, they really weren't in dire need of filling Syaoran and Sakura-hime's positions. Like being stuck in Yasha-ou's kingdom, it was only a matter of time before they met up with their companions, surely.

Snatching up a bottle of sake, Kurogane made his way towards a corner with it and snarled something incoherent but nonetheless vulgar. If he could get drunk in peace, he might be better by morning.

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It had to be some kind of reality tv set up; the lights, the frosty fog that tasted vaguely of cotton candy and the fact that 1 + 1 didn't equal 1 anymore. A sneer rode the rough curl of Agito's mouth as he kicked door number ?? in. He'd lost count after the 30th one. It didn't matter; they fixed themselves after 2.5 seconds. Illusion! Mystic pomp! It was all a sick fucking joke!

"AKITO! YOU BASTARD! ARE YOU IN HERE?! FUUUUCK! If you're still hiding from me, I'll fucking cut out your liver with a rusty saw and eat it in front of your eyes!"

[haha & Agito pops in because he's looking through all the apts for Akito X)]

At the sound of the door opening Fai perked up, features brightening at the familiar, heavy stomp of footsteps. "Welcome home, honey~" With a hop, skip and twirl, he ran a finger under Kurogane's chin as he passed the shinobi to make his way to the food scattered across the floor.

"Ah." Picking up the styrophoam container of cooked meat he brought it over to the table, cupping both hands around his lips. "Rubber-chan! Eyepatch-chan! Daddy brought dinner." Then with a lazy tilt of his head the wizard turned his attention to Kurogane. "Let me have a sip?"

Fai's greeting pointedly ignored, Kurogane couldn't help but notice as their door was kicked down and the eyepatch kid made his grand appearance. Great. More crazies that the stupid magician adopted into the fold.

No matter. The eyepatch brat seemed a bit interesting, if not violent, and if there was anything Kurogane liked more than booze and acting pissy, it was a little bit of competition thrown into the mix. Maybe the kid would make a good sparring partner sometime.

But then Fai was turning his attentions towards his sake and he snapped, "NO! Get your own, I brought enough for all of you!" Didn't stop him from handing the bottle over to his companion anyway, however, allowing him to take a drink. Whatever possessed him to do it despite his rather loud protest, he would probably never know.

Their little group did that to him. He would sulk in the corner for hours to make up for it.

Although Fai’s antics sometimes creeped Luffy out, it didn’t stop him from wanting to be around somebody he could trust until he found his crew. They’d only been together for a bit more than a day, and even though the snuggling and proposition for a kiss hadn’t exactly made him comfortable in the wizard’s presence, the young pirate thought Fai was kind of amusing.

“Dinner?” Luffy was there in the blink of an eye, gathering the containers of food and making a small pile of them. “Da- er, he said MEAT, right?”

Of course, he didn’t wait to dig into them – he popped all the weird plastic containers open, and helped himself, sitting cross-legged on the carpet of the apartment. So far, this weird town was working out pretty nicely! “THANK YOU DAD!” Luffy grinned, although he felt bad that he didn’t know the grumpy shinobi’s actual name.

FUCK! The last thing Agito needed was to take part in some lovey dovey recreation of the Brady Bunc- . . . Wait. His nose twitched as it caught the heavenly scent of MEAT. A lone fang peeked out from the corner of his lips as he carefully made his way over to scattered mess of food, drinks and-

Watched as Luffy began to dig in like a party of five.

"DON'T FUCKING EAT IT ALL!" Survival of the fittest! It was a jungle out there. And a jungle needed its fangs, didn't it? Snarling like an enraged coyote, Agito leapt into the fray and fought for his share of meat.

He'd give the leftovers to Akito.

Later.

Nobody took Luffy, the future king of pirates, away from his meat. Nobody. Unless they wanted him to go berserk and be beaten down with elastic-powered punches – meat was the sacred food to the captain, and having to fight for it?

Fair deal.

“NO, IT’S MINE!” Luffy attempted a kick at the weird eyepatch-toting person’s face, before stuffing as much meat as he possibly could into his mouth. You can’t just barge into somebody’s home (even if it really wasn’t, it was still a home for now) and start eating their food! “Get your own, THEIF!”

"Thank you, Kuro-tan. ♥" Tipping his head back, Fai let the sake slide down his throat; smooth, sharp and crisp. The flavor always startled him. For most of his life the alcohol he has grown accustomed to was wine, the plump flavor a contrast with the sake Kurogane was so fond of. But one of the things Fai prided himself in was the ability to adjust to whatever strange events were thrown at their group, pleasant facade impeccable and in place.

The room exploded into miniature chaos as Agito and Luffy proceeded to fight over the food. So cute~. The pair was adorable, how could he leave them lost and by themselves? Fai had to admit he liked the company. If left alone, if it was too quiet, that was when his thoughts and memories slid from secret hiding places.

"Aiyah~ look at them go." Leaning against Kurogane, the wizard craned his head back, reaching out to poke the shinobi's furrowed brow. "Don't worry. We'll get out of this city eventually."

There wasn't even time to protest Fai's endearingly cute nickname before war raged and the meat he brought back began disappearing. Fast. Down that Rubberman's throat and into the bottomless chasm that was his stomach. Gone but not forgotten by the shinobi's grumbling stomach, but even Kurogane wasn't dumb enough to stick his hand into a pit of starving wolverines. Besides that, he had his sake to keep him company.

Poke.

And then there was Fai.

Kurogane grabbed the offending finger and snarled. "Want to lose that finger, asshole?"

"No~" Fai brought their faces close, immitating the shinobi's furious expression. A few short moments later his narrowed eyes slipped shut, the downturn of lips quickly blooming into a smile. It was too much trouble keeping on a serious face... he wondered how Kurogane managed it. "I need all five of them, okay?"

The rest of Fai's fingers curled, his hand clasping Kurogane's cleched fist. "But, daddy... they ate all the food!" He began to swing their arms. "So we get to drink all the sake, right~?"

"Wrong!" Kurogane barked, wrenching his hand free of Fai's grip and wiping it off on his coat, because Fai had cooties- and his palm was getting sweaty. "I get to drink all the sake because while you were busy playing mommy, I was busting my ass to get food that your children ate!"

The shinobi gathered up the bottles from the floor and retreated hastily to a corner, where he sat guarding over the delicious beverages like a pit bull. Growled like one, too.

_{[ooc: aaah, marital bliss x3]}

Fai chuckled, the sound a soft tumble of amusement. No matter how often he and Kurogane engaged in their routine banter he never grew tired of it. Anyone else would have discouraged by the sparks that flashed in crimson irises, the warning rumble emanating from the large man's throat, but Fai's smooth rythm went on without a hitch as he crossed the room to crouch infront of his friend.

Resting his chin on the back of both hands he watched Kurogane intently, tilting his head from side to side. "You're going to get alcohol poisoning if you drink that all yourself, Kuro-rin~! Share. ♥"

"Bet ya I can." A grin curled his lips, exposing a canine, followed by a competitive sparkle in his eyes. Oh ho, was that a challenge? It'd been a while since Kurogane had a good challenge!

"Bet I can drink more than you, lightweight."

"Hyuuu~" Reaching out Fai pressed the tips of his fingers over the top of one bottle, carefully sliding the alcohol towards him. "What should the prize be? It's not as fun without a prize."

"Hnf!" Victory over the other man would be enough of a prize for Kurogane. "It doesn't matter because I'm going to win. So you can come up with whatever stupid prize you want."

It was funny- he was actually a little bit excited. It wasn't quite as thrilling as battle, but the competition piqued his interest well enough.

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