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[2-11-05] [Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles] Tales of the Tanked
Title: Tales of the Tanked
Day/Theme: 2 November 2005/ Life imitating art imitating life
Series: TRC
Character/Pairing: Fai, Kurogane-->wee, faint, tiny Kurogane/Fai.
Rating: G? Pg? I don't know.
Notes: This fic had several names: Saga of the Sloshed, Chronicles of the Crocked, Poem of the Potted...because I am obviously on something resembling fictional crack. Don't believe me? You should. So, I apologize for the complete spazz fest you're about to read. It was, quite honestly, the best I could do at the moment.
Disclaimer: CLAMP! But they're not this deranged, which is why they have money and I don't!
Dedication: To![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chelle_sama for sharing Fai and Kurogane's 30 Kisses with me. Plus, she writes kick ass fic and lets me reeeeeeeeead it.
Saga of the Soused
No epic quest ever started with two of the heroes getting stinking drunk together…
“Do you ever,” Kurogane’s voice was slurring, noticeably slurring, “ever mean it when you smile?”
Fai turned slowly on his barstool drunkenly convinced that the seat had a swivel top of some sort that nearly dumped him off and into Kurogane’s lap. “Thank you,” he said as the ninja pushed him back onto his seat. Then, “Huh?”
Kurogane apparently understood him well enough. “When you smile,” he repeated, and Fai was poked in the chest with a shot-glass for emphasis. “Do you mean it? Ever?”
“Yes,” Fai said, shaking his head. “Mostly sometimes by the end of it. It’s like…” he waved one hand in a sloppily meaningful gesture. “It’s like…art and life and charades and…and…orgasms.”
“Huh?” Kurogane stared at him. “Make some damn sense before I make you make sense,” he ordered after a few minutes of silent staring.
“Fake it ‘til you make it,” Fai announced, slapping his hand on the bar.
Kurogane nodded. “Fake it ‘til you make it,” he repeated. “Okay. I understand.”
“Do you?” Fai asked, his voice full of bitter longing. “Do you really?”
“Sure.” Kurogane said, reaching out and stroking the side of Fai’s face with an unsteady hand. “You’re only necessary to this goddamn quest we’re on.”
Fai beamed. “Quest,” he grinned. “Like those old epic poems. You ever hear the one about that guy? Gilga…Gila…Gargamel? That was a good one. We shouldn’t be on a quest, though, you and me.”
Kurogane glared at him. “Are you saying I’m not good enough to go on a quest? Because I’m good enough to go on a quest! I’m the strongest man in Japan! My princess had to chuck me out into,” he gestured broadly “everywhere else because I beat every guy in Japan. My Japan.”
“Kuro-ai, shhhhhh,” Fai held a finger up to his lips. “You’re putting words in my mouth that I didn’t say yet.” He patted Kurogane’s shoulder. “What I’m saying is, on a quest you’ve got to be true and loyal and not skip out at the first chance you get. And we probably would. If this was your Japan, you'd be gone by now. I would too. I mean, if Ashura showed up I’d probably grab Mokona and,” he made topsy-turvy motion with his hands, “split.”
“You would?” Kurogane blinked at him.
“I’d feel bad about it,” Fai nodded sadly.
“Well,” Kurogane shoved a shot into his hand and picked up one for himself, clinking the glasses together and slopping booze everywhere. “There’s hope for you yet.”
Fai smiled brightly. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“I’d sort of like to go on a quest,” Fai admitted after a moment.
Kurogane smiled. “All self-sacrificing and the greater good and stuff, like Samurai.”
“I don’t know what a Samurai is, but okay. Like that.”
They lapsed into a contented, drunken, silence. Kurogane broke it after a moment. “We probably could.”
Fai gave up not falling off his barstool and leaned heavily against his companion. “Probably. We’re pretty good at faking stuff.”
“That’s what I was thinking. We can just fake this ‘til we make this. How do those epics start? Is there an oath or something we’ve got to do?”
“I don’t know. I think they just start.”
“Okay. So, let’s start. Right now. We started.”
Fai lifted his glass. “To the quest!” he cheered.
“To the quest!” Kurogane echoed.
…except the ones that didn’t know they were already in the middle of becoming one.
Day/Theme: 2 November 2005/ Life imitating art imitating life
Series: TRC
Character/Pairing: Fai, Kurogane-->wee, faint, tiny Kurogane/Fai.
Rating: G? Pg? I don't know.
Notes: This fic had several names: Saga of the Sloshed, Chronicles of the Crocked, Poem of the Potted...because I am obviously on something resembling fictional crack. Don't believe me? You should. So, I apologize for the complete spazz fest you're about to read. It was, quite honestly, the best I could do at the moment.
Disclaimer: CLAMP! But they're not this deranged, which is why they have money and I don't!
Dedication: To
chelle_sama for sharing Fai and Kurogane's 30 Kisses with me. Plus, she writes kick ass fic and lets me reeeeeeeeead it.Saga of the Soused
No epic quest ever started with two of the heroes getting stinking drunk together…
“Do you ever,” Kurogane’s voice was slurring, noticeably slurring, “ever mean it when you smile?”
Fai turned slowly on his barstool drunkenly convinced that the seat had a swivel top of some sort that nearly dumped him off and into Kurogane’s lap. “Thank you,” he said as the ninja pushed him back onto his seat. Then, “Huh?”
Kurogane apparently understood him well enough. “When you smile,” he repeated, and Fai was poked in the chest with a shot-glass for emphasis. “Do you mean it? Ever?”
“Yes,” Fai said, shaking his head. “Mostly sometimes by the end of it. It’s like…” he waved one hand in a sloppily meaningful gesture. “It’s like…art and life and charades and…and…orgasms.”
“Huh?” Kurogane stared at him. “Make some damn sense before I make you make sense,” he ordered after a few minutes of silent staring.
“Fake it ‘til you make it,” Fai announced, slapping his hand on the bar.
Kurogane nodded. “Fake it ‘til you make it,” he repeated. “Okay. I understand.”
“Do you?” Fai asked, his voice full of bitter longing. “Do you really?”
“Sure.” Kurogane said, reaching out and stroking the side of Fai’s face with an unsteady hand. “You’re only necessary to this goddamn quest we’re on.”
Fai beamed. “Quest,” he grinned. “Like those old epic poems. You ever hear the one about that guy? Gilga…Gila…Gargamel? That was a good one. We shouldn’t be on a quest, though, you and me.”
Kurogane glared at him. “Are you saying I’m not good enough to go on a quest? Because I’m good enough to go on a quest! I’m the strongest man in Japan! My princess had to chuck me out into,” he gestured broadly “everywhere else because I beat every guy in Japan. My Japan.”
“Kuro-ai, shhhhhh,” Fai held a finger up to his lips. “You’re putting words in my mouth that I didn’t say yet.” He patted Kurogane’s shoulder. “What I’m saying is, on a quest you’ve got to be true and loyal and not skip out at the first chance you get. And we probably would. If this was your Japan, you'd be gone by now. I would too. I mean, if Ashura showed up I’d probably grab Mokona and,” he made topsy-turvy motion with his hands, “split.”
“You would?” Kurogane blinked at him.
“I’d feel bad about it,” Fai nodded sadly.
“Well,” Kurogane shoved a shot into his hand and picked up one for himself, clinking the glasses together and slopping booze everywhere. “There’s hope for you yet.”
Fai smiled brightly. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“I’d sort of like to go on a quest,” Fai admitted after a moment.
Kurogane smiled. “All self-sacrificing and the greater good and stuff, like Samurai.”
“I don’t know what a Samurai is, but okay. Like that.”
They lapsed into a contented, drunken, silence. Kurogane broke it after a moment. “We probably could.”
Fai gave up not falling off his barstool and leaned heavily against his companion. “Probably. We’re pretty good at faking stuff.”
“That’s what I was thinking. We can just fake this ‘til we make this. How do those epics start? Is there an oath or something we’ve got to do?”
“I don’t know. I think they just start.”
“Okay. So, let’s start. Right now. We started.”
Fai lifted his glass. “To the quest!” he cheered.
“To the quest!” Kurogane echoed.
…except the ones that didn’t know they were already in the middle of becoming one.