Tsubasa Chronicle Fan Fiction ❯ Though They Wander Far from Home ❯ And the Roads All Pass Through Darkness ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: StrLtR0se 
Where Fai finds himself in a place he doesn't want to be, and Kuro reflects on how he got there.
Anime/Manga: Tsubasa Chronicle Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 10.02.2006 | Updated On: 10.03.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 470 | Status: Work In Progress
Where Fai finds himself in a place he doesn't want to be, and Kuro reflects on how he got there.
Anime/Manga: Tsubasa Chronicle Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 10.02.2006 | Updated On: 10.03.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 470 | 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 but only on AFF otherwise it'll be lime), non-con/rape, and of course, seeing as they are guys, there will be anal.
A/N: Just to clarify, though the details of Kuro and Fai's time in Yasha's camp are not featured in the anime, I do make the assumption that you had seen episodes 33-36. If so then you should know (SPOILER WARNING) that Fai and Kuro land in a different place than Sakura and Syaoran. Fai and Kuro come across the statue of Yasha and hear a bit about him from the priest who showed them the statue, while Sakura and Syaoran see the statue of Ashura. Thus that's how Kuro recognizes Yasha, after all, in the anime Syaoran recognized Ashura on sight.
Anyways, that was just to attempt to clear up any confusion, feel free to tell me if it isn't good enough. I'm really going to try to write a chapter a day unless I become really inspired and/or have free time to write more.
I'm hoping the fight scene in this chapter doesn't require too much imagination, but I figure Fai is really flexible and can do things that most of us couldn't.
Sorry for posting this so late in the day but I kept getting writers block, knew where I wanted to go but wasn't sure how to get there. Tomorrow I have school and so that chapter (which is the really fun and graphic one that I'm looking forward to) is DEFINITELY going to be posted really late in the day. It's gonna suck having to write two different versions of tomorrow's chapter, but I'll try and get the lime up first and then expand to the lemon for AFF (truthfully I'm not sure how to differentiate between them, I might have to do some reading).
Italics are specific thoughts – like talking in your head
Pillories are like stocks, both are from the medieval ages, but the pillory is where only the head and wrists are locked into place with wooden boards and the prisoner is forced to stand slumped over like that. Sounded like it would be fun, ya know?
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
Chapter Two: And the roads all pass through darkness
Fai stepped out of the showers, stretching his muscles. It felt good to have some quiet and privacy. It was early morning but the sky was still dark and most of the camp still slept so Fai had had the showers to himself. A small blessing since all the men showered together with no stalls.
The first time Fai had gone to the showers he learned that it was not a good place for him to be. Though the men there hadn't tried anything, the feeling of their eyes on his body had made him feel sick., not that Fai didn't like men, he was just more of a romantic type. These men just wanted a body, they had probably gone months with no contact with women.
Women weren't aloud in the camp and for good reason. Most of the men in the army had joined because they enjoyed the blood lust. Some had joined out of a feeling of duty to their country, but they weren't the ones eying the blonde.
Fai repressed a shudder at the thought of what might happen if one of those war lovers managed to pin him down. He'd been hurt enough in his past and felt no obligation to ever let it happen again.
The magician shrugged off the dark thoughts that pressed at his mind and walked to his tent, humming to himself, his ever present smile still plastered to his face. He began thinking about the man who would probably still be asleep in their tent and chuckled to himself. As he turned a corner though he came face to face with the two men who had attacked him the day before.
The first man was rather short and fat, with a balding head and jagged scar that cut across from one temple, through a dead eye and across the bridge of his nose. The other was almost a giant, with an extra foot on top of Fai's own height, and muscles that would make a bull jealous.
They began laughing and saying something that Fai wished he could understand. He ducked suddenly at the sound of something swinging through the air behind him and lashing out with his feet he knocked down two men who had come to attack him from behind.
Fai had been afraid this might happen, that they would retaliate with more people. Scarface came flying at the blonde while he was still low to the ground in some hope to pin him down but Fai dodged the man, coming back up to his feet only to be grabbed from behind by the bull.
The magician lifted his own feet off the ground, kicking the giant in the knee caps and using the push that gave to flip over, simultaneously slipping down out of the man's loosening grasp and kicking him in the face.
As the large man fell backwards, Fai landed gracefully on his feet, smirking at the three men who were now left over. One of the men who had attacked him from behind made a hasty retreat, disappearing among the tents. That leaves two, thought Fai in satisfaction.
The fat man just folded his arms and scowled at Fai as the other attacker rushed forward swinging a katana. Fai shook his head, don't these men have any sense of a fair fight?
Dancing away from his attacker, Fai dropped low to the ground to wipe the feet out from under the man. The katana went flying as the man hit the ground, gasping to catch his breath.
Fai rose and took a few steps back, his smile growing as he looked at the scar-faced warrior left over. A booming voice rang out from behind the blonde and he turned to see the warmaster of the army approaching along with the attacker that had run away. Scarface began gesturing wildly at Fai and the two men lying on the ground near him.
This is not good, thought Fai, as his smile dropped briefly. Two other soldiers came forward from behind the warmaster to stand at either side of Fai, taking him by the arms and dragging him off to follow in the wake of warmaster.
Fai turned to look at the fat man who had attacked him. The man just smirked at him and the blonde's guards jerked him forward. The group gathered a following as they made their way towards the center of the camp. Inter spaced randomly outside of the main circle the camp were the pillories, where those who committed some sort of crime or indiscretion were sent to be punished for anywhere from a few hours to a couple of days.
Fai's heart stopped when the warmaster stopped in front of these and began to make an announcement to the gathered crowd, no doubt about how Fai had attacked some of his own comrades. The magician tried to struggle with his two guards, but due to their extra muscle he was soon forced into place, his hands now mostly useless though, he could reach forward a little.
Fai was now left standing hunched over, his hands and head locked into place. The pillory was too low down for him, leaving him with the choice of either half squatting, which he couldn't do for long, or he'd have to leave his rear end sticking up into the air. He shuddered at the thought of what that might bring.
Looking out into the surrounding crowd, the magician spotted Kuro storming over to the warmaster. As they spoke the crowd seemed to grow less interested and began thinning. Fai watched Kuro arguing and prayed that he might be able to escape this situation, or get off easy with little time. The warmaster seemed to be adamant in his argument though and soon Kuro was marching over to Fai looking very displeased.
The warrior stood and stared at Fai, shaking his head. A few times he tried to speak but ended up only frowning at the look of confusion on Fai's face. Fai gave the red-eyed man a smile which only caused him to shake his head more and mutter something.
Kuro leaned down face to face with Fai and held up three fingers, saying something. Fai blinked at him. Three hours? He could stand that, but then Kuro pointed to the sun, drew a circle with his fingers and held up the three fingers again. Fai could feel his stomach drop. Three days! He watched his companion turn to walk away and began to panic.
“Kurogane-san, please!” Fai pushed his arms as far forward as he could, barely brushing the fabric of Kuro's tunic. Kuro turned to look at him, frowning down at him.
“Please don't leave me here,” whispered Fai, fear and desperation twisting inside of him, he could only hope his plea reached home despite the language barrier.
A look of concern crossed Kuro's face, he leaned down again taking one of Fai's hands. The raven haired man began to speak in a gentle tone and though Fai couldn't understand he was sure that Kuro was saying he'd try to help him. Fai didn't think Kuro knew why he was so scared, but he felt slightly comforted just the same.
Kuro let go of his hand, spoke of few more words and was gone, leaving Fai to his thoughts, and to hope nothing would happen.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
Kuro sat picking at his food and denying that he was actually worried about the blonde magician who was now locked between two boards of wood. The damned man had brought this on himself by fighting and there was nothing Kuro could do about it right now.
He knew that the boy who had escorted them around the camp would be responsible for making sure Fai got food, and two guards would let him out twice a day to take care of more personal business and allow him to stretch out a bit. After all, the punishment wasn't intended as torture, nor was the army going to permanently deprive itself of any warriors.
Fai was actually lucky, fighting was usually punishable in a more severe manner, or apparently in Fai's case attacking others. But Kuro had argued with the gruff warmaster in Fai's favor. Kuro just couldn't believe that Fai had attacked those men without cause.
Unfortunately, one of the men who had been involved was Commander Shozu. The man was a leader of his unit, having earned the place after a nasty battle where he had not only taken out half of an enemy unit, but lost the use of an eye as well. So based on Shozu's word Fai was punished but the other men only got off with a small warning not to mess with someone who was so unbalanced.
Unbalanced.... that was how Head Warmaster Mizuro had described Fai. Mizuro was the warmaster they had met on the first day and he and Kuro had developed a healthy respect for each other in the few days since Kuro had joined the army. Kuro had attempted to get Fai's punishment reduced and had succeeded to some degree.
Mizuro's original plan had been to leave Fai in the pillory for three days on top of 20 lashes each day. Kuro had managed to get the lashes knocked out and hoped to speak with Mizuro again the next day to try and get Fai out early.
No matter how Kuro argued though, there was no way he could convince Mizuro that Fai had not attacked those men. The general consensus among the men was that he was unnatural. His fighting style, his silence, and his smiles led the other men to feel uncomfortable around Fai. The way he avoided the other men and fought like a daemon on the battlefield led everyone Kuro had talked to to believe that Fai was mentally unstable.
This attack only confirmed it for Warmaster Mizuro, but Kuro couldn't help but feel a little guilty. The magician was stuck in an unfamiliar place and the only person he knew couldn't communicate with him. Not only that but Kuro had left him alone for the most part, ignoring the blonde's presence. It wasn't Kuro's fault that the damned magician found ways to annoy him even if they couldn't understand each other.
Kuro shook his head and finally gave up trying to eat. He left his tent and began to walk to the practice yards, intent on getting some practice and clearing the thoughts of his companion from his head. During all of their travels Fai had remained aloof from their little group, not just hiding his past, but also himself behind those smiling lips.
Fai was apart of the group and for that reason Kuro felt himself drawn to protect his lithe companion. But Fai was also capable of taking care of himself and if he had gotten himself into this mess then he only deserved getting some of what came to him. Maybe next time he would pay more attention to who he picked fights with.
But Kuro couldn't help remembering Fai's eyes this morning, so wide and full of fear. It was one of the rare times the warrior had heard his full name from those lips. Kuro tried to deny that there would be any reason for his magician to have that look in his eyes, to sound that helpless, then Kuro blinked at himself. Since when had Fai become HIS magician?
A strange feeling curled in Kuro's stomach as his thoughts were drawn to the first day, when a soldier had grabbed Fai making remarks of what a good pet Fai would be, then began describing what he'd like to do to a body like Fai's. Even if Fai couldn't understand what was said, there was no mistaking the hunger in the soldier's eyes and the sadistic grin on his face.
Fai had had the same kind of panic in his eyes then, surprised enough that he only seemed able to stand there and take it. Kuro's rage was so strong that he hadn't even realized he had hit the guy until someone pointed at the man lying on the floor.
There had been a few remarks since then about the effeminate blonde from people who either hadn't heard of what happened to the first man or who didn't realize that Kuro was within earshot. All of those men soon found themselves having an intimate meeting with the floor.
Kuro shook the thoughts from his head as he reached the practice yards. Fai would be fine and Kuro promised himself that he would visit the blonde the next day after speaking with Mizura. With that Kuro joined in training some new recruits and lost all thought of anything but the sword in his hands.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
P.S. Watch the chapter titles, I'm writing a poem with them and trying to make each line go with the chapter in some artistic way. The first line is the title of the story.
Pairing: KuroganexFai
Warnings: Yaoi (that means Male and Male), Lemons (That means graphic sex but only on AFF otherwise it'll be lime), non-con/rape, and of course, seeing as they are guys, there will be anal.
A/N: Just to clarify, though the details of Kuro and Fai's time in Yasha's camp are not featured in the anime, I do make the assumption that you had seen episodes 33-36. If so then you should know (SPOILER WARNING) that Fai and Kuro land in a different place than Sakura and Syaoran. Fai and Kuro come across the statue of Yasha and hear a bit about him from the priest who showed them the statue, while Sakura and Syaoran see the statue of Ashura. Thus that's how Kuro recognizes Yasha, after all, in the anime Syaoran recognized Ashura on sight.
Anyways, that was just to attempt to clear up any confusion, feel free to tell me if it isn't good enough. I'm really going to try to write a chapter a day unless I become really inspired and/or have free time to write more.
I'm hoping the fight scene in this chapter doesn't require too much imagination, but I figure Fai is really flexible and can do things that most of us couldn't.
Sorry for posting this so late in the day but I kept getting writers block, knew where I wanted to go but wasn't sure how to get there. Tomorrow I have school and so that chapter (which is the really fun and graphic one that I'm looking forward to) is DEFINITELY going to be posted really late in the day. It's gonna suck having to write two different versions of tomorrow's chapter, but I'll try and get the lime up first and then expand to the lemon for AFF (truthfully I'm not sure how to differentiate between them, I might have to do some reading).
Italics are specific thoughts – like talking in your head
Pillories are like stocks, both are from the medieval ages, but the pillory is where only the head and wrists are locked into place with wooden boards and the prisoner is forced to stand slumped over like that. Sounded like it would be fun, ya know?
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
Chapter Two: And the roads all pass through darkness
Fai stepped out of the showers, stretching his muscles. It felt good to have some quiet and privacy. It was early morning but the sky was still dark and most of the camp still slept so Fai had had the showers to himself. A small blessing since all the men showered together with no stalls.
The first time Fai had gone to the showers he learned that it was not a good place for him to be. Though the men there hadn't tried anything, the feeling of their eyes on his body had made him feel sick., not that Fai didn't like men, he was just more of a romantic type. These men just wanted a body, they had probably gone months with no contact with women.
Women weren't aloud in the camp and for good reason. Most of the men in the army had joined because they enjoyed the blood lust. Some had joined out of a feeling of duty to their country, but they weren't the ones eying the blonde.
Fai repressed a shudder at the thought of what might happen if one of those war lovers managed to pin him down. He'd been hurt enough in his past and felt no obligation to ever let it happen again.
The magician shrugged off the dark thoughts that pressed at his mind and walked to his tent, humming to himself, his ever present smile still plastered to his face. He began thinking about the man who would probably still be asleep in their tent and chuckled to himself. As he turned a corner though he came face to face with the two men who had attacked him the day before.
The first man was rather short and fat, with a balding head and jagged scar that cut across from one temple, through a dead eye and across the bridge of his nose. The other was almost a giant, with an extra foot on top of Fai's own height, and muscles that would make a bull jealous.
They began laughing and saying something that Fai wished he could understand. He ducked suddenly at the sound of something swinging through the air behind him and lashing out with his feet he knocked down two men who had come to attack him from behind.
Fai had been afraid this might happen, that they would retaliate with more people. Scarface came flying at the blonde while he was still low to the ground in some hope to pin him down but Fai dodged the man, coming back up to his feet only to be grabbed from behind by the bull.
The magician lifted his own feet off the ground, kicking the giant in the knee caps and using the push that gave to flip over, simultaneously slipping down out of the man's loosening grasp and kicking him in the face.
As the large man fell backwards, Fai landed gracefully on his feet, smirking at the three men who were now left over. One of the men who had attacked him from behind made a hasty retreat, disappearing among the tents. That leaves two, thought Fai in satisfaction.
The fat man just folded his arms and scowled at Fai as the other attacker rushed forward swinging a katana. Fai shook his head, don't these men have any sense of a fair fight?
Dancing away from his attacker, Fai dropped low to the ground to wipe the feet out from under the man. The katana went flying as the man hit the ground, gasping to catch his breath.
Fai rose and took a few steps back, his smile growing as he looked at the scar-faced warrior left over. A booming voice rang out from behind the blonde and he turned to see the warmaster of the army approaching along with the attacker that had run away. Scarface began gesturing wildly at Fai and the two men lying on the ground near him.
This is not good, thought Fai, as his smile dropped briefly. Two other soldiers came forward from behind the warmaster to stand at either side of Fai, taking him by the arms and dragging him off to follow in the wake of warmaster.
Fai turned to look at the fat man who had attacked him. The man just smirked at him and the blonde's guards jerked him forward. The group gathered a following as they made their way towards the center of the camp. Inter spaced randomly outside of the main circle the camp were the pillories, where those who committed some sort of crime or indiscretion were sent to be punished for anywhere from a few hours to a couple of days.
Fai's heart stopped when the warmaster stopped in front of these and began to make an announcement to the gathered crowd, no doubt about how Fai had attacked some of his own comrades. The magician tried to struggle with his two guards, but due to their extra muscle he was soon forced into place, his hands now mostly useless though, he could reach forward a little.
Fai was now left standing hunched over, his hands and head locked into place. The pillory was too low down for him, leaving him with the choice of either half squatting, which he couldn't do for long, or he'd have to leave his rear end sticking up into the air. He shuddered at the thought of what that might bring.
Looking out into the surrounding crowd, the magician spotted Kuro storming over to the warmaster. As they spoke the crowd seemed to grow less interested and began thinning. Fai watched Kuro arguing and prayed that he might be able to escape this situation, or get off easy with little time. The warmaster seemed to be adamant in his argument though and soon Kuro was marching over to Fai looking very displeased.
The warrior stood and stared at Fai, shaking his head. A few times he tried to speak but ended up only frowning at the look of confusion on Fai's face. Fai gave the red-eyed man a smile which only caused him to shake his head more and mutter something.
Kuro leaned down face to face with Fai and held up three fingers, saying something. Fai blinked at him. Three hours? He could stand that, but then Kuro pointed to the sun, drew a circle with his fingers and held up the three fingers again. Fai could feel his stomach drop. Three days! He watched his companion turn to walk away and began to panic.
“Kurogane-san, please!” Fai pushed his arms as far forward as he could, barely brushing the fabric of Kuro's tunic. Kuro turned to look at him, frowning down at him.
“Please don't leave me here,” whispered Fai, fear and desperation twisting inside of him, he could only hope his plea reached home despite the language barrier.
A look of concern crossed Kuro's face, he leaned down again taking one of Fai's hands. The raven haired man began to speak in a gentle tone and though Fai couldn't understand he was sure that Kuro was saying he'd try to help him. Fai didn't think Kuro knew why he was so scared, but he felt slightly comforted just the same.
Kuro let go of his hand, spoke of few more words and was gone, leaving Fai to his thoughts, and to hope nothing would happen.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
Kuro sat picking at his food and denying that he was actually worried about the blonde magician who was now locked between two boards of wood. The damned man had brought this on himself by fighting and there was nothing Kuro could do about it right now.
He knew that the boy who had escorted them around the camp would be responsible for making sure Fai got food, and two guards would let him out twice a day to take care of more personal business and allow him to stretch out a bit. After all, the punishment wasn't intended as torture, nor was the army going to permanently deprive itself of any warriors.
Fai was actually lucky, fighting was usually punishable in a more severe manner, or apparently in Fai's case attacking others. But Kuro had argued with the gruff warmaster in Fai's favor. Kuro just couldn't believe that Fai had attacked those men without cause.
Unfortunately, one of the men who had been involved was Commander Shozu. The man was a leader of his unit, having earned the place after a nasty battle where he had not only taken out half of an enemy unit, but lost the use of an eye as well. So based on Shozu's word Fai was punished but the other men only got off with a small warning not to mess with someone who was so unbalanced.
Unbalanced.... that was how Head Warmaster Mizuro had described Fai. Mizuro was the warmaster they had met on the first day and he and Kuro had developed a healthy respect for each other in the few days since Kuro had joined the army. Kuro had attempted to get Fai's punishment reduced and had succeeded to some degree.
Mizuro's original plan had been to leave Fai in the pillory for three days on top of 20 lashes each day. Kuro had managed to get the lashes knocked out and hoped to speak with Mizuro again the next day to try and get Fai out early.
No matter how Kuro argued though, there was no way he could convince Mizuro that Fai had not attacked those men. The general consensus among the men was that he was unnatural. His fighting style, his silence, and his smiles led the other men to feel uncomfortable around Fai. The way he avoided the other men and fought like a daemon on the battlefield led everyone Kuro had talked to to believe that Fai was mentally unstable.
This attack only confirmed it for Warmaster Mizuro, but Kuro couldn't help but feel a little guilty. The magician was stuck in an unfamiliar place and the only person he knew couldn't communicate with him. Not only that but Kuro had left him alone for the most part, ignoring the blonde's presence. It wasn't Kuro's fault that the damned magician found ways to annoy him even if they couldn't understand each other.
Kuro shook his head and finally gave up trying to eat. He left his tent and began to walk to the practice yards, intent on getting some practice and clearing the thoughts of his companion from his head. During all of their travels Fai had remained aloof from their little group, not just hiding his past, but also himself behind those smiling lips.
Fai was apart of the group and for that reason Kuro felt himself drawn to protect his lithe companion. But Fai was also capable of taking care of himself and if he had gotten himself into this mess then he only deserved getting some of what came to him. Maybe next time he would pay more attention to who he picked fights with.
But Kuro couldn't help remembering Fai's eyes this morning, so wide and full of fear. It was one of the rare times the warrior had heard his full name from those lips. Kuro tried to deny that there would be any reason for his magician to have that look in his eyes, to sound that helpless, then Kuro blinked at himself. Since when had Fai become HIS magician?
A strange feeling curled in Kuro's stomach as his thoughts were drawn to the first day, when a soldier had grabbed Fai making remarks of what a good pet Fai would be, then began describing what he'd like to do to a body like Fai's. Even if Fai couldn't understand what was said, there was no mistaking the hunger in the soldier's eyes and the sadistic grin on his face.
Fai had had the same kind of panic in his eyes then, surprised enough that he only seemed able to stand there and take it. Kuro's rage was so strong that he hadn't even realized he had hit the guy until someone pointed at the man lying on the floor.
There had been a few remarks since then about the effeminate blonde from people who either hadn't heard of what happened to the first man or who didn't realize that Kuro was within earshot. All of those men soon found themselves having an intimate meeting with the floor.
Kuro shook the thoughts from his head as he reached the practice yards. Fai would be fine and Kuro promised himself that he would visit the blonde the next day after speaking with Mizura. With that Kuro joined in training some new recruits and lost all thought of anything but the sword in his hands.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
P.S. Watch the chapter titles, I'm writing a poem with them and trying to make each line go with the chapter in some artistic way. The first line is the title of the story.