Tsubasa Chronicle Fan Fiction ❯ Though They Wander Far from Home ❯ Where the Winds Will Blow ( Chapter 1 )
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By: StrLtR0se 
Kuro and Fai's arrival in the camp of King Yasha
Anime/Manga: Tsubasa Chronicle Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 10.01.2006 | Updated On: 10.03.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 588 | Status: Work In Progress
Kuro and Fai's arrival in the camp of King Yasha
Anime/Manga: Tsubasa Chronicle Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 10.01.2006 | Updated On: 10.03.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 588 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: No I do not own the characters featured herein, nor the anime they come from. But I still love them, and of course love to torture them.
Pairing: KuroganexFai
Warnings: Yaoi (that means Male and Male), Lemons (That means graphic sex), non-con/rape, and of course, seeing as they are guys, there will be anal.
A/N: I'm trying to keep this IC but of course it deals with situations that aren't mentioned in the anime so how the characters react is only our best guess. (Plus my mind has probably been warped by reading too much fanfic.) Ive seen quite a few based on the time in Yasha's camp and none of them really hit the spot so here I am, writing my own. Not only that but I hope this turns into a long fic. It won't be all smut though if that's what you're looking for I'll try to post which chapters to go to as I update.
Due to my guideline abiding nature, though I will be posting this on a variety of fanfic sites for your reading pleasure, I will only post the NC-17 content on adultfanfiction(dot)net. On all other sites I will edit those areas down to the appropriate rating per site. So if you want more explicit then I will put a link in my profile to the corresponding profile on AFF and if you're already reading on AFF then hello and welcome to the good stuff!
Now, sorry for my rambling and on with the show!
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Chapter One : Where the winds will blow
Kurogane raised his head and began cursing the white manju-bun not only for landing him on his face, but doing so in the middle of a battlefield. He glared at the chuckling magician at his back as he raised himself to his feet to survey their surroundings.
The nearby soldiers had paused briefly in shock at their sudden appearance but had by then returned to fighting their opponents. Kurogane began to draw his sword with a smirk, prepared to join the fray but stopped as Fai put a hand on his shoulder. The magician just smiled at him and shook his head, this fight was not their fight.
Just as he was preparing to ignore the man everything around them began to change and before they knew it they were standing in a completely different place. The fighting around them had ceased and the soldiers began picking up their wounded and moving away.
Kuro blinked in dumbfounded shock, “What just happened?” Before Fai could answer they were approached by three men on horseback.
“Who are you? State your business, you are not a part of this army. Are you spies for Ashura,” barked out the man on the right. The moon hung high overhead, full enough to illuminate the men and their surroundings. Based on his looks Kuro judged him to be the Warmaster of the army. His armor was heavy and full of dents. What little skin could be seen through the armor was completely scar-ridden. He sported a full beard of brown hair that only helped to make him look gruffer.
Kuro took a sidelong glance at his blonde companion who only smiled and shrugged at him, leaving Kuro to answer the Warmaster, “We are not spies for any army, we are warriors who have been traveling, though I'm not sure how we ended up here,” his eyes quickly surveyed the other two men to size up what kind of trouble they were in, but froze on the man at the back.
Kuro bowed his head slightly, “You are King Yasha, are you not?”
Yasha rode his horse forward and nodded at Kuro, “I am.”
“We have heard of your cause, my lord. Allow us to join your army for a time. We have been separated from our traveling companions and would like to stay in one spot for a time so that we may find them easier,” said Kuro, thinking that if they landed here, the kids couldn't be far off.
Yasha remained silent, his eyes traveling over Kuro and Fai, judging them. “Your companion does not look like much of a warrior, but if you'd like you may stay with my army and fight with us come night.” He turned to the Warmaster, “I shall leave them to you,” and then moved away with the other horseman.
The Warmaster looked rather skeptically at Kuro but shrugged. “Ryu!” He shouted, and a small boy came running forward. “See these two to Quartermaster Shin and make sure they are given uniforms and a tent. Then make sure they know where the practice yards are. I will see you two in the morning,” and with that he rode off, leaving them to follow the boy.
The boy bowed to them and headed off without saying a word, only gesturing them to follow. Kuro and Fai fell in behind him. The other soldiers had mainly cleared out and only a few stragglers were nearby. Kuro turned to look at Fai, who still had that damned smile plastered to his face. Kuro just shook his head and muttered, :Why do you always have to smile like that?”
“Kuro-puu,” sang the magician, but following that, the only word Kuro understood was Mokona's name. Kuro blinked at Fai as it dawned on him why the magician had been so quiet. He didn't understand a damned thing said around him. Kuro could understand the language, but not Fai.
“So that was why you were so quiet, I think I could like it here.” Fai continued smiling, nodding at the look of comprehension on Kuro's face. He babbled a string of seeming nonsense. Kuro's smirk faded though as the babbling continued.
“Guess quiet is too much to ask for from you,” he grumbled. Fai continued his torrent as they walked, unconcerned that Kuro couldn't understand him. Finally, after an annoyed eternity to Kuro, they reached the top of a hill and looked down on the camp. Fai finally quieted, smiling at the curious looks from nearby soldiers.
The camp was large, but well organized. In the center could be seen larger buildings, forming a circle. The circular formation clearly continued throughout though dispersed at the edges, where it was obvious that the soldiers tents were placed. Kuro only nodded to himself in satisfaction, happy to be helping such a well run army.
They continued following the boy, weaving among the tents, and were soon ushered inside one of the larger inner tents. They were issued clothing, and other supplies, then ushered back out with barked orders from the Quartermaster to lead them to an open tent. The boy had soon given them a tour of all the necessary buildings and practice yards before dropping them off at an unoccupied tent.
Kuro nodded to himself once again after surveying the tent. It was spacious enough that the two of them wouldn't get in each others way, and well furnished. Kuro plopped down on one of the futons and without a thought to Fai, fell fast asleep.
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Fai watched Kuro's sleeping form and smiled to himself, a genuine smile. It seemed that Kuro had found a place where he felt comfortable. Fai, moved to his own futon and lay down. He had watched Kuro since their arrival a few nights ago. The man was in his element. He moved with such confidence, on the practice field, the battlefield, or just moving though the camp. The other soldiers got along easily with Kuro and it seemed as if he'd quickly become one of them. Their gazes were filled with approval, and in a few cases awe.
A frown crossed Fai's face when he thought of what those gazes held when turned towards him. It couldn't be argued that Fai was a good fighter, the fact that he couldn't wield a sword though was met with some disapproval. He could best most of the men he sparred with, but he could hear the muttering of the other men, he couldn't understand them exactly, but he got the gist. He was a coward, the way he danced around his opponent, moving in and out. He couldn't stand and fight like a man.
What was worse than the disapproval was the lust in their gazes. He was tall, but thin and limber. His features smooth and more feminine than those of his rough companions. He had already turned down a couple of advances, but his smiles and his silence weren't enough to deter them. Today he had had to escape an attack from a couple of men. Though this he achieved easily, he was afraid that next time it might not be so simple.
Fai had seen the looks the first night they had arrived, and had stuck close to Kuro the first couple of days. But it was more than obvious to Fai that he was unwanted, both by Kuro and the other men around him. Though in Kuro's defense he obviously didn't approve of the other men's thoughts towards Fai. When one man had grabbed hold of Fai, leering at him on the first day, that man had soon found himself unconscious with one swing of Kuro's fist.
Kuro had given him a worried glance, but Fai had smiled at him and shrugged it off. Since then no one had made any advances when Kuro was around, but quite often Kuro wasn't. So Fai was enduring, though he swore to himself, tomorrow he would stay close to Kuro a bit, despite how annoyed Kuro would be.
Though he knew in the end, Kuro would probably shake him off before the day was through. The only time Kuro stayed near him was on the battlefield, and that only because they were so used to fighting together that they made a good team.
Fai glanced over at Kuro one more time before snuggling into his futon and letting himself sleep.
Pairing: KuroganexFai
Warnings: Yaoi (that means Male and Male), Lemons (That means graphic sex), non-con/rape, and of course, seeing as they are guys, there will be anal.
A/N: I'm trying to keep this IC but of course it deals with situations that aren't mentioned in the anime so how the characters react is only our best guess. (Plus my mind has probably been warped by reading too much fanfic.) Ive seen quite a few based on the time in Yasha's camp and none of them really hit the spot so here I am, writing my own. Not only that but I hope this turns into a long fic. It won't be all smut though if that's what you're looking for I'll try to post which chapters to go to as I update.
Due to my guideline abiding nature, though I will be posting this on a variety of fanfic sites for your reading pleasure, I will only post the NC-17 content on adultfanfiction(dot)net. On all other sites I will edit those areas down to the appropriate rating per site. So if you want more explicit then I will put a link in my profile to the corresponding profile on AFF and if you're already reading on AFF then hello and welcome to the good stuff!
Now, sorry for my rambling and on with the show!
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Chapter One : Where the winds will blow
Kurogane raised his head and began cursing the white manju-bun not only for landing him on his face, but doing so in the middle of a battlefield. He glared at the chuckling magician at his back as he raised himself to his feet to survey their surroundings.
The nearby soldiers had paused briefly in shock at their sudden appearance but had by then returned to fighting their opponents. Kurogane began to draw his sword with a smirk, prepared to join the fray but stopped as Fai put a hand on his shoulder. The magician just smiled at him and shook his head, this fight was not their fight.
Just as he was preparing to ignore the man everything around them began to change and before they knew it they were standing in a completely different place. The fighting around them had ceased and the soldiers began picking up their wounded and moving away.
Kuro blinked in dumbfounded shock, “What just happened?” Before Fai could answer they were approached by three men on horseback.
“Who are you? State your business, you are not a part of this army. Are you spies for Ashura,” barked out the man on the right. The moon hung high overhead, full enough to illuminate the men and their surroundings. Based on his looks Kuro judged him to be the Warmaster of the army. His armor was heavy and full of dents. What little skin could be seen through the armor was completely scar-ridden. He sported a full beard of brown hair that only helped to make him look gruffer.
Kuro took a sidelong glance at his blonde companion who only smiled and shrugged at him, leaving Kuro to answer the Warmaster, “We are not spies for any army, we are warriors who have been traveling, though I'm not sure how we ended up here,” his eyes quickly surveyed the other two men to size up what kind of trouble they were in, but froze on the man at the back.
Kuro bowed his head slightly, “You are King Yasha, are you not?”
Yasha rode his horse forward and nodded at Kuro, “I am.”
“We have heard of your cause, my lord. Allow us to join your army for a time. We have been separated from our traveling companions and would like to stay in one spot for a time so that we may find them easier,” said Kuro, thinking that if they landed here, the kids couldn't be far off.
Yasha remained silent, his eyes traveling over Kuro and Fai, judging them. “Your companion does not look like much of a warrior, but if you'd like you may stay with my army and fight with us come night.” He turned to the Warmaster, “I shall leave them to you,” and then moved away with the other horseman.
The Warmaster looked rather skeptically at Kuro but shrugged. “Ryu!” He shouted, and a small boy came running forward. “See these two to Quartermaster Shin and make sure they are given uniforms and a tent. Then make sure they know where the practice yards are. I will see you two in the morning,” and with that he rode off, leaving them to follow the boy.
The boy bowed to them and headed off without saying a word, only gesturing them to follow. Kuro and Fai fell in behind him. The other soldiers had mainly cleared out and only a few stragglers were nearby. Kuro turned to look at Fai, who still had that damned smile plastered to his face. Kuro just shook his head and muttered, :Why do you always have to smile like that?”
“Kuro-puu,” sang the magician, but following that, the only word Kuro understood was Mokona's name. Kuro blinked at Fai as it dawned on him why the magician had been so quiet. He didn't understand a damned thing said around him. Kuro could understand the language, but not Fai.
“So that was why you were so quiet, I think I could like it here.” Fai continued smiling, nodding at the look of comprehension on Kuro's face. He babbled a string of seeming nonsense. Kuro's smirk faded though as the babbling continued.
“Guess quiet is too much to ask for from you,” he grumbled. Fai continued his torrent as they walked, unconcerned that Kuro couldn't understand him. Finally, after an annoyed eternity to Kuro, they reached the top of a hill and looked down on the camp. Fai finally quieted, smiling at the curious looks from nearby soldiers.
The camp was large, but well organized. In the center could be seen larger buildings, forming a circle. The circular formation clearly continued throughout though dispersed at the edges, where it was obvious that the soldiers tents were placed. Kuro only nodded to himself in satisfaction, happy to be helping such a well run army.
They continued following the boy, weaving among the tents, and were soon ushered inside one of the larger inner tents. They were issued clothing, and other supplies, then ushered back out with barked orders from the Quartermaster to lead them to an open tent. The boy had soon given them a tour of all the necessary buildings and practice yards before dropping them off at an unoccupied tent.
Kuro nodded to himself once again after surveying the tent. It was spacious enough that the two of them wouldn't get in each others way, and well furnished. Kuro plopped down on one of the futons and without a thought to Fai, fell fast asleep.
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Fai watched Kuro's sleeping form and smiled to himself, a genuine smile. It seemed that Kuro had found a place where he felt comfortable. Fai, moved to his own futon and lay down. He had watched Kuro since their arrival a few nights ago. The man was in his element. He moved with such confidence, on the practice field, the battlefield, or just moving though the camp. The other soldiers got along easily with Kuro and it seemed as if he'd quickly become one of them. Their gazes were filled with approval, and in a few cases awe.
A frown crossed Fai's face when he thought of what those gazes held when turned towards him. It couldn't be argued that Fai was a good fighter, the fact that he couldn't wield a sword though was met with some disapproval. He could best most of the men he sparred with, but he could hear the muttering of the other men, he couldn't understand them exactly, but he got the gist. He was a coward, the way he danced around his opponent, moving in and out. He couldn't stand and fight like a man.
What was worse than the disapproval was the lust in their gazes. He was tall, but thin and limber. His features smooth and more feminine than those of his rough companions. He had already turned down a couple of advances, but his smiles and his silence weren't enough to deter them. Today he had had to escape an attack from a couple of men. Though this he achieved easily, he was afraid that next time it might not be so simple.
Fai had seen the looks the first night they had arrived, and had stuck close to Kuro the first couple of days. But it was more than obvious to Fai that he was unwanted, both by Kuro and the other men around him. Though in Kuro's defense he obviously didn't approve of the other men's thoughts towards Fai. When one man had grabbed hold of Fai, leering at him on the first day, that man had soon found himself unconscious with one swing of Kuro's fist.
Kuro had given him a worried glance, but Fai had smiled at him and shrugged it off. Since then no one had made any advances when Kuro was around, but quite often Kuro wasn't. So Fai was enduring, though he swore to himself, tomorrow he would stay close to Kuro a bit, despite how annoyed Kuro would be.
Though he knew in the end, Kuro would probably shake him off before the day was through. The only time Kuro stayed near him was on the battlefield, and that only because they were so used to fighting together that they made a good team.
Fai glanced over at Kuro one more time before snuggling into his futon and letting himself sleep.