TRC Fic: 30 Kisses, Fai/Kurogane G/PG
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“Kuro-ku,” Fai waved over the top of the crowd in the market place. He made his way between the milling, buying shoppers and arrived, flush and smiling, at Kurogane’s side to fall into step with him. “You got a new sword?”
Kurogane looked over his shoulder at the hilt protruding from the scabbard across his back. “Yes.”
Fai grinned, amused by that taciturn nature of his companion. “It must be your day today. I got something for you, too.” He held up the small bag of fruit that he bought. “You like these, right?” He wasn’t sure, exactly, what the red things were besides a fruit (a fact gleaned from looking over the merchant’s other produce) and red (obviously) and that they were something that Kurogane ate (because he’d seen him do it once before). “Right?” he asked again, shaking the bag a little.
Kurogane reached out and caught his wrist and Fai caught his breath at the unexpected contact. Kurogane didn’t touch people. “Cherries,” Kurogane said quietly and Fai filed the name away in his memory. Cherries.
When nothing more was said, Fai reluctantly shook off the hand on his arm and offered out the small bag. “You can eat them if you want. If you like them. I saw you eating some once, a few worlds ago, and when I saw them today, I thought of you.” He’d been looking for them, actually, but hadn’t known what they were called until Kurogane had given him the name.
“Thank you,” Kurogane said at last and Fai felt a hand, large and warm, slip under his own, cupping it for a moment, and then the bag of fruit was gone, lifted away.
“You’re welcome,” he told him, unwilling to tease about the gruff voice after receiving an honest, unforced word of thanks. He watched Kurogane select a cherry, admired the faint gloss on the skin as Kurogane lifted it, and tried to look away at the first bite. He couldn’t, of course, just as he hadn’t been able to then. There was something undeniably sweet about the way Kurogane’s lips made contact with the fruit just before nipping it in half, something akin to a kiss given to a childhood sweetheart. Fai felt that if he weren’t careful, he’d blush about it. “I don’t know if they’re good,” he said, watching Kurogane spit the stone at the heart of the cherry onto the ground. “I didn’t even know what they were called until just now.”
Kurogane ate the other half, tossing the stem aside. “You bought something and you didn’t even know what it was?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Fai shrugged, stretching his arms out in front of him before folding them behind his head. He looked at the inn, shining in the near distance. “I knew what they were; I just didn’t know what they were called. We don’t have them in my home world.”
“You have apples.”
“From far away, in the West. My country is covered in snow and ice. Very little grows there.”
Kurogane made a noise, a verbal shrug. They walked on quietly, the sun sinking lower in the sky. Fai felt Kurogane’s eyes on him. “Do you want to try one?” he was asked.
He hadn’t intended to but there was no way he was going to turn down an offer so freely given. “Okay.” He stopped walking and turned, smiling when Kurogane offered him the bag in a gesture that looked rough and bored, but wasn’t. Kurogane, Fai thought, just wasn’t used to reaching out. Or back. Peering down into the bag, he nudged the fruits with the tip of his finger. “I don’t know how to find a good one,” he confessed tilting his head up and was surprised to find Kurogane’s face so close to his own. His eyes were dark…no color…just…dark. Fai had the ridiculous urge to say ‘hi’.
There was the barest hint of a smile on Kurogane’s face and Fai felt the brush of Kurogane’s free hand against his arm, then a fleeting stroke of one finger against his own when Kurogane began to poke through the cherries. “You picked the right time to buy them,” he said, poking, choosing. “It’s the height of the season.” Fai’s fingers were a little numb as he accepted the cherry that Kurogane had selected for him. “They’re all sweet.”
“Oh.” He said. “I’m lucky that way, I guess.” He shrugged cheerfully and popped the cherry into his mouth. It was sweet and juicy too. He could understand why Kurogane favored them. Until the stem that he’d forgot to remove poked him hard on the tongue and he choked on the stone that he’d known, and somehow managed to forget, was inside.
Roaring with laugher, Kurogane slapped him on the back to dislodge it and Fai’s body decided to choke on the stem, since the pit was gone; he was laughing along with Kurogane, appalled and amused at his own ineptitude but he managed to spit it out on his own. He was pulled out of the lane, over to sit at the base of a low, stone wall coughing around his own helpless laughs, more than willing to let a still chuckling Kurogane lead him.
Dropping down to sit beside him, Kurogane offered out the bag of cherries again. “Want another one?” he asked after a moment.
Surprisingly, he did. “Yes, please.” He rested his head against the stones behind him and waited for Kurogane to find another good one for him.
30_kisses themes! This is theme #19--Red.Disclaimer: CLAMP.
Dedication: To
chelle_sama as always.Red
Red
“Kuro-ku,” Fai waved over the top of the crowd in the market place. He made his way between the milling, buying shoppers and arrived, flush and smiling, at Kurogane’s side to fall into step with him. “You got a new sword?”
Kurogane looked over his shoulder at the hilt protruding from the scabbard across his back. “Yes.”
Fai grinned, amused by that taciturn nature of his companion. “It must be your day today. I got something for you, too.” He held up the small bag of fruit that he bought. “You like these, right?” He wasn’t sure, exactly, what the red things were besides a fruit (a fact gleaned from looking over the merchant’s other produce) and red (obviously) and that they were something that Kurogane ate (because he’d seen him do it once before). “Right?” he asked again, shaking the bag a little.
Kurogane reached out and caught his wrist and Fai caught his breath at the unexpected contact. Kurogane didn’t touch people. “Cherries,” Kurogane said quietly and Fai filed the name away in his memory. Cherries.
When nothing more was said, Fai reluctantly shook off the hand on his arm and offered out the small bag. “You can eat them if you want. If you like them. I saw you eating some once, a few worlds ago, and when I saw them today, I thought of you.” He’d been looking for them, actually, but hadn’t known what they were called until Kurogane had given him the name.
“Thank you,” Kurogane said at last and Fai felt a hand, large and warm, slip under his own, cupping it for a moment, and then the bag of fruit was gone, lifted away.
“You’re welcome,” he told him, unwilling to tease about the gruff voice after receiving an honest, unforced word of thanks. He watched Kurogane select a cherry, admired the faint gloss on the skin as Kurogane lifted it, and tried to look away at the first bite. He couldn’t, of course, just as he hadn’t been able to then. There was something undeniably sweet about the way Kurogane’s lips made contact with the fruit just before nipping it in half, something akin to a kiss given to a childhood sweetheart. Fai felt that if he weren’t careful, he’d blush about it. “I don’t know if they’re good,” he said, watching Kurogane spit the stone at the heart of the cherry onto the ground. “I didn’t even know what they were called until just now.”
Kurogane ate the other half, tossing the stem aside. “You bought something and you didn’t even know what it was?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Fai shrugged, stretching his arms out in front of him before folding them behind his head. He looked at the inn, shining in the near distance. “I knew what they were; I just didn’t know what they were called. We don’t have them in my home world.”
“You have apples.”
“From far away, in the West. My country is covered in snow and ice. Very little grows there.”
Kurogane made a noise, a verbal shrug. They walked on quietly, the sun sinking lower in the sky. Fai felt Kurogane’s eyes on him. “Do you want to try one?” he was asked.
He hadn’t intended to but there was no way he was going to turn down an offer so freely given. “Okay.” He stopped walking and turned, smiling when Kurogane offered him the bag in a gesture that looked rough and bored, but wasn’t. Kurogane, Fai thought, just wasn’t used to reaching out. Or back. Peering down into the bag, he nudged the fruits with the tip of his finger. “I don’t know how to find a good one,” he confessed tilting his head up and was surprised to find Kurogane’s face so close to his own. His eyes were dark…no color…just…dark. Fai had the ridiculous urge to say ‘hi’.
There was the barest hint of a smile on Kurogane’s face and Fai felt the brush of Kurogane’s free hand against his arm, then a fleeting stroke of one finger against his own when Kurogane began to poke through the cherries. “You picked the right time to buy them,” he said, poking, choosing. “It’s the height of the season.” Fai’s fingers were a little numb as he accepted the cherry that Kurogane had selected for him. “They’re all sweet.”
“Oh.” He said. “I’m lucky that way, I guess.” He shrugged cheerfully and popped the cherry into his mouth. It was sweet and juicy too. He could understand why Kurogane favored them. Until the stem that he’d forgot to remove poked him hard on the tongue and he choked on the stone that he’d known, and somehow managed to forget, was inside.
Roaring with laugher, Kurogane slapped him on the back to dislodge it and Fai’s body decided to choke on the stem, since the pit was gone; he was laughing along with Kurogane, appalled and amused at his own ineptitude but he managed to spit it out on his own. He was pulled out of the lane, over to sit at the base of a low, stone wall coughing around his own helpless laughs, more than willing to let a still chuckling Kurogane lead him.
Dropping down to sit beside him, Kurogane offered out the bag of cherries again. “Want another one?” he asked after a moment.
Surprisingly, he did. “Yes, please.” He rested his head against the stones behind him and waited for Kurogane to find another good one for him.
