Tsubasa Chronicle Fan Fiction ❯ Everyone Must Face the Dark ❯ The Dream ( Chapter 2 )

Hello all. This is part two and the plot is still warming up. I hope you like this and I thought I would just say that I don't claim to own any of these characters. They belong to CLAMP. I wish they belonged to me but they do not…. <tears>

 

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Fai raised himself to his full high which was impressive considering how petite he looked from a distance. He eyes glinted with a deadly sparkle. He had no weapon yet the Yasha Clan still held there's as if the swords were about to fly away. Fai whites robes fluttered about him as he stood protectively between the fallen Kuro-chi and the warriors thrusting for their blood. The arrow wound on his left arm bleed sluggishly yet ignored but its owner.

 

Fai may act like a complete fool but there was a difference between being as such and just acting. His clever mind was trying to figure out how to come out of this alive. A voice in his head said he had no choice but to use his magic. He refused though. Without his mark Fai was just as likely to hurt Kuro-kuropu then save him.

 

He smile inwardly at the thought of him saving the swordsman who hating being saved. It was his second time in less than an hour. The poor man will be so annoyed he missed the action. He will probably throw one of his cute tantrums and chase after people with his sword.

 

At the thought of the sword Fai looked around to locate it. He may have a weapon after all. Unfortunatly it laid quite a ways away. It was closer to the Yasha than to him. His mind raced with probability when he heard the familiar whine of a bow string. The leader shouted some nonsense to him. When Fai didn't respond he signaled the green bowmen to fire. Once glace at him and Fai new who he was aiming for.

 

With a spit second decision, Fai leaped over the passed out form of Kuro-mimi. The arrow plunged into his shoulder with a wet thump. The mage drift out of consciousness clutching the ninja.

 

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Kurogane lay in a land he had never seen before. He was surrounded by cool blue breezes that smelled of spiced peaches. Everything was glassy and shone with an inner glow. There were crystal trees and snowflakes. It was oddly peaceful and comforting. The pale white sand felt good on his few exposed skin parts and even better on his bruised back, even though it was cover. He was in complete peaceful bliss as a petal caressed his cheek.

 

The warrior began to wonder if he had been sent to another world but decided that wasn't it. This place seemed to be more of an inner sanctuary than a world. Whistles of tunes he had never heard before filled the air, carried on small eddies of fluff.

 

He was about to take a nap when something tussled his black locks. Too lazy to move, a new experience for him, he just grunted. That pork bun needs to get a life. About to swat the poor creature it ducked and barked at him. The swordsman thought, had the bun ever barked before? Before he could answer, something black and fluffy invaded his vision.

 

The tall dark man adjusted his focus to see two fiery red eyes looking back at him. They belonged to and too familiar big black puppy. The pup sat back and contented itself to stare at him with eyes that knew too much for his liking. Kurogane was about to say something when the black fluff dashed towards him and leaped over his torso, making the ninja turn over to see what the dog was running for.

 

The dog yipped and whined until Kurogane was able to turn himself completely in the desired direction. The red eye man looked and then stopped breathing, his mind numbing with shock. He couldn't believe… no, he refused to believe what he saw.

 

The puppy had it's head on a white clad figure lying in a heap before him. Those glossy golden tuffs display all about a flawless face contorted with pain. Kurogane lay and watched helplessly as the puppy tired to awaken his sleeping companion, for he must be only sleeping. The puppy raised his head from the mages body and looked at the ninja. Kurogane felt a single tear glide down his cheek as he saw the puppy's blood stained chin. The puppy howled.

 

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“How have you been sleeping weary traveler?” said a strangely familiar voice.

 

Kurogane opened his eyes to find himself in a healing room much like the ones he used to know in Japan. He sat up too quickly and his head spun. It seemed he was drugged or something to that extent for he could not focus his eyes. He managed to be able to see what was about him in general. The room was filled with empty cots like the one he was in, except another was covered but a screen.

 

It took his mind a second to register what empty beds meant. Where was the mage? He had been with the ninja before the dream had stared but where was the fool now? He was tempted to shout out but he had no voice. His throat was so dry he thought he may cough up dust and a fluff of lint.

Kurogane closed his eyes and felt someone behind the screen sleeping. He staggered over without any regards for his weakened state and toppled over the now useless divider. Upon seeing who lay in the bed Kurogane put the screen back up behind him.

 

The mage lay on the white cot, tucked in with cotton sheets. Beads of pearly sweat made his skin glisten white in an almost ghostly quality. He moaned so softly Kurogane thought he must be a ghost for no human could be so quiet. Kurogane sat on the edge of the mage's bed and checked his wounds. Both were made by arrows. What the hell was going on!

 

Sudden the blonde man stirred and twitch in his sheets as if he were trying to free himself. Kurogane rushed to untangle him but became weak and tired. Know he had over exerted himself for that day his slipped down and lay himself on the edge of the mage's bed. He looked over at the pale faced and brushed the hair from his eyes in wonder. Even sick and wounded he was beautiful. Kurogane began to drift again but before he did he took the blonde's hand. Some had once said people heal faster when their hand is held and the ninja thought it couldn't hurt.

 

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Kurogane was back in his blue world of peace and peaches. The puppy the warrior as certain was another version of himself was sitting in front of him, waiting. Kuro-pup seemed happy to see him for he jumped up and nipped playfully at his hands. In better shape than last time, the raven hair man was able to explore his inner oasis.

 

The pup encouraged this by leading him to unknown places. The skies changed into a ruby shade of warmth as Kurogane rested against a large boulder. There were none of these in his dream world so he assumed he crossed over into someone else's. A small figure was approaching the Kuro-pup went hysterical with joy before darting to greet it.

 

Curious the red eyed man walk over to see this little black creature. To his ironic surprise it was a big kitten. Knowing this kitty all to well he whirled around expecting to see someone else being guided this way. When no one arrived he knelt before the cat to examine him, just to see if he was indeed the feline Kurogane thought he was.

 

The kitten had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. They were not cat eyes thought so he was slightly disturbed. They were a blue so magnificent that he had an immediate flash back to when he was a child and saw the ocean for the first time. It was a spectacular site that stole his breath.

 

That cat suddenly began to shiver with fear as if responding to Kurogane awe of it. He scratched the back of the ninja's hand and bolted to the ground. The puppy whined and looked sad at this. Kurogane couldn't believe this but the cat almost looked sorry about this. He looked out into the distance and sighed, another very un-cat-like thing.

 

Kurogane followed its gaze and saw a slim, elegant figure in the distance. It turned to walk away but stopped in mid motion to look at him.

 

“Kuro-chi….?”