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[04-10-05] [Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle] Getting inside
Title: Getting Inside
Day/Theme: 4th October 20005
Series: TRC
Character/Pairing: Kurogane, Fai-->mild Fai/Kurogane
Rating: G? Pg? There IS killing in this...
Author's notes: Not beta'd and I'm not sure it's good. I've spent the last two days with a very nasty virus that taught me the meaning of 'vertigo'. Naaaaaaaaaaasty.
Kurogane scowled at the crowd blocking his way to the jar. “I can’t just…just…” Suu was sobbing at the front of the room. Tossing a look back at his lab partner, who was half-asleep at their desk, he rolled his eyes and pushed some of his classmates around.
“Suu is really upset,” Hikaru murmured to him.
“Yup,” Kurogane agreed before grabbing a bottle of chloroform, a rag, and a frog. He killed it quickly and handed the dead frog to the sobbing girl. “Here. Shut up.” He snuffed a second frog’s life and flipped it into a dissecting tray, casually pinning it down with its tender, white belly facing skyward. “What?” he glared as Suu cried harder.
Kukuyo-sensei tipped him a smile. “Thank you, Kurogane. Now, if everybody else would be so kind as to follow Kurogane’s example…”
Grabbing a handful of instruments (lovely and sharp and shiny) Kurogane sauntered back to his table. He dropped the tray with a loud clatter-thump right next to Fai’s head. “Frog’s up,” he announced.
Fai sat up with a leisurely stretch. “You should be kinder to girls when they’re upset,” he scolded.
Kurogane rolled his eyes again and sat down opposite him. “Whatever. My sisters would never cry over something so worthless.”
“You never know,” Fai said with a mild shrug. “Given your love of sharp things, I imagine that you want to open.” He held out a scalpel that Kurogane hadn’t even seen him pick up.
There was a gut-wrenching wail from across the room and Kurogane sliced into his victim a little more deeply than he’d meant to. He nudged at the viscera with a scowl. “Crap. If I hit the heart we’re going to need a new frog.” He made a few more cuts, automatically shifting his scalpel out of the way as Fai peeled back the flaps of skin. He watched Fai’s hands, slight and unerringly deft, work and then sighed. “Pin it open wider. I have to get my hands in there.”
“O…”
“And what are you doing sleeping with girls? You’re gay.”
“…kay?” Fai blinked at him with those stupid blue eyes of his. “I’m not gay. Who said I was gay?”
Kurogane grunted as he reached for a pair of calipers. “You did. You said that you liked boys.”
Fai tilted his head and blinked slowly. “I did not. And who told you that I’m sleeping with girls. Because I’m not sleeping with anybody; well, unless you count sharing a room with Yukito. But since we’re twins, I don’t.”
Ignoring the blithering, Kurogane jabbed at the pins holding the skin open, making the opening wider. “My sister,” he grumbled.
“Tomoyo is ten, Kuro-mi. What does she know?”
Kurogane aimed a withering stare at Fai. “Souma.”
Fai shrugged it off and used the scalpel to remove the frog’s stomach. “So, what does she know? She’s a year above us with Kinomoto.”
Silently Kurogane weighed and measured the stomach, emptying it of its contents to weight and measure again. “Whatever. Nobody would mind if you’re gay. We've been friends forever and I wouldn't care. Besides, probably a lot of kids already think you’re gay because of Yukito being a flaming homosexual.”
Copying down the numbers from Kurogane’s instruments, Fai didn’t look up. “That’s Yukito. I like girls. I’ve even kissed them. But I’m not gay and I’m not sleeping with anybody.”
Kurogane huffed irritably and pulled the (intact) heart from its resting place. “Okay, so Souma’s wrong about the sleeping with girls thing. But you can quit pretending you’re not gay. We've known each other too long. You used to do that thing...you know, the thing? When we played wizards and ninjas? So...and you told me so yourself that you liked boys. Just last week.”
“Hand me the magnifying glass, Kuro-mi. I want to get the diagram right. And no,” he said, before Kurogane could voice his objection, “I’m not stalling. I just want to get this right.” He looked up and shook his hair out of his eyes. “I never said that I liked boys…I said that I liked you. And you did your own 'thing' when we played that game."
“Yeah, and what am I?" he asked, ignoring the potential side-track. "A boy. And if you like…me…then…” Kurogane trailed off as something new occurred to him. “You like me."
Fai grinned. “You’re just getting that now? The brain damage must be catching up to you. It was your ninja stunts that did it or else my spells hit you harder than I thought.”
Kurogane didn’t answer him, thinking. He studied Fai carefully out the corner of his eye as he raveled up the intestines. He could see where a guy might go for another guy; Fai was pretty without being overly feminine. He was funny and fun and certainly smart. Still…he was a guy. “You’re going to have to give me some time to think about this,” he said at last, knowing that he both wanted and needed to do something about this but unsure what.
“You don’t have to think about it, Kuro-mi,” Fai said, happiness sliding away and leaving his smile an empty shell. “Or do anything. I told you because I told you, not because I thought you’d…want to think about it.”
There were a dozen thoughts Kurogane had, but he couldn’t voice them. He didn’t want to give Fai something false to hang on to. “I sort of feel like I should. Closure or something.” He shrugged and wriggled the tip of the scalpel beneath the frog’s eye, popping it out. “Neat,” he said, showing it to Fai.
Fai took the eye and held it up. “I hear that they bounce.”
Slapping the back of Fai’s hand, Kurogane sent the eye soaring across the room. Suu and Hikaru both squealed.
Walking to detention with Fai two minutes later, Kurogane studied the boy beside him feeling a bit confused and a bit uncomfortable but mostly at home, he thought that he’d actually like to do a little thinking, if for no other reason than to be completely comfortable around his best friend again. “You know, Fai, life sort of stinks.”
“Funny, I always thought that the glass was half full.”
"Yeah, well, you would."
Day/Theme: 4th October 20005
Series: TRC
Character/Pairing: Kurogane, Fai-->mild Fai/Kurogane
Rating: G? Pg? There IS killing in this...
Author's notes: Not beta'd and I'm not sure it's good. I've spent the last two days with a very nasty virus that taught me the meaning of 'vertigo'. Naaaaaaaaaaasty.
Kurogane scowled at the crowd blocking his way to the jar. “I can’t just…just…” Suu was sobbing at the front of the room. Tossing a look back at his lab partner, who was half-asleep at their desk, he rolled his eyes and pushed some of his classmates around.
“Suu is really upset,” Hikaru murmured to him.
“Yup,” Kurogane agreed before grabbing a bottle of chloroform, a rag, and a frog. He killed it quickly and handed the dead frog to the sobbing girl. “Here. Shut up.” He snuffed a second frog’s life and flipped it into a dissecting tray, casually pinning it down with its tender, white belly facing skyward. “What?” he glared as Suu cried harder.
Kukuyo-sensei tipped him a smile. “Thank you, Kurogane. Now, if everybody else would be so kind as to follow Kurogane’s example…”
Grabbing a handful of instruments (lovely and sharp and shiny) Kurogane sauntered back to his table. He dropped the tray with a loud clatter-thump right next to Fai’s head. “Frog’s up,” he announced.
Fai sat up with a leisurely stretch. “You should be kinder to girls when they’re upset,” he scolded.
Kurogane rolled his eyes again and sat down opposite him. “Whatever. My sisters would never cry over something so worthless.”
“You never know,” Fai said with a mild shrug. “Given your love of sharp things, I imagine that you want to open.” He held out a scalpel that Kurogane hadn’t even seen him pick up.
There was a gut-wrenching wail from across the room and Kurogane sliced into his victim a little more deeply than he’d meant to. He nudged at the viscera with a scowl. “Crap. If I hit the heart we’re going to need a new frog.” He made a few more cuts, automatically shifting his scalpel out of the way as Fai peeled back the flaps of skin. He watched Fai’s hands, slight and unerringly deft, work and then sighed. “Pin it open wider. I have to get my hands in there.”
“O…”
“And what are you doing sleeping with girls? You’re gay.”
“…kay?” Fai blinked at him with those stupid blue eyes of his. “I’m not gay. Who said I was gay?”
Kurogane grunted as he reached for a pair of calipers. “You did. You said that you liked boys.”
Fai tilted his head and blinked slowly. “I did not. And who told you that I’m sleeping with girls. Because I’m not sleeping with anybody; well, unless you count sharing a room with Yukito. But since we’re twins, I don’t.”
Ignoring the blithering, Kurogane jabbed at the pins holding the skin open, making the opening wider. “My sister,” he grumbled.
“Tomoyo is ten, Kuro-mi. What does she know?”
Kurogane aimed a withering stare at Fai. “Souma.”
Fai shrugged it off and used the scalpel to remove the frog’s stomach. “So, what does she know? She’s a year above us with Kinomoto.”
Silently Kurogane weighed and measured the stomach, emptying it of its contents to weight and measure again. “Whatever. Nobody would mind if you’re gay. We've been friends forever and I wouldn't care. Besides, probably a lot of kids already think you’re gay because of Yukito being a flaming homosexual.”
Copying down the numbers from Kurogane’s instruments, Fai didn’t look up. “That’s Yukito. I like girls. I’ve even kissed them. But I’m not gay and I’m not sleeping with anybody.”
Kurogane huffed irritably and pulled the (intact) heart from its resting place. “Okay, so Souma’s wrong about the sleeping with girls thing. But you can quit pretending you’re not gay. We've known each other too long. You used to do that thing...you know, the thing? When we played wizards and ninjas? So...and you told me so yourself that you liked boys. Just last week.”
“Hand me the magnifying glass, Kuro-mi. I want to get the diagram right. And no,” he said, before Kurogane could voice his objection, “I’m not stalling. I just want to get this right.” He looked up and shook his hair out of his eyes. “I never said that I liked boys…I said that I liked you. And you did your own 'thing' when we played that game."
“Yeah, and what am I?" he asked, ignoring the potential side-track. "A boy. And if you like…me…then…” Kurogane trailed off as something new occurred to him. “You like me."
Fai grinned. “You’re just getting that now? The brain damage must be catching up to you. It was your ninja stunts that did it or else my spells hit you harder than I thought.”
Kurogane didn’t answer him, thinking. He studied Fai carefully out the corner of his eye as he raveled up the intestines. He could see where a guy might go for another guy; Fai was pretty without being overly feminine. He was funny and fun and certainly smart. Still…he was a guy. “You’re going to have to give me some time to think about this,” he said at last, knowing that he both wanted and needed to do something about this but unsure what.
“You don’t have to think about it, Kuro-mi,” Fai said, happiness sliding away and leaving his smile an empty shell. “Or do anything. I told you because I told you, not because I thought you’d…want to think about it.”
There were a dozen thoughts Kurogane had, but he couldn’t voice them. He didn’t want to give Fai something false to hang on to. “I sort of feel like I should. Closure or something.” He shrugged and wriggled the tip of the scalpel beneath the frog’s eye, popping it out. “Neat,” he said, showing it to Fai.
Fai took the eye and held it up. “I hear that they bounce.”
Slapping the back of Fai’s hand, Kurogane sent the eye soaring across the room. Suu and Hikaru both squealed.
Walking to detention with Fai two minutes later, Kurogane studied the boy beside him feeling a bit confused and a bit uncomfortable but mostly at home, he thought that he’d actually like to do a little thinking, if for no other reason than to be completely comfortable around his best friend again. “You know, Fai, life sort of stinks.”
“Funny, I always thought that the glass was half full.”
"Yeah, well, you would."