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yououui · 3 years

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I read all the prompts and it's so hard to decide! But what about either "No, no, no, no! Not like this!" or "Even if it means giving up my life, everything I've done, I'll do it for you" for Kurofay?? (:

Kurogane hadn’t necessarily meant to shield Fai from the blast the demon shot from its mouth. He hadn’t even thought about it; he saw Fai in a moment of danger and his body reacted before his mind could catch up. He jumped in front of Fai, his sword arm swinging down with a powerful attack of his own to counter the demon’s, but he wasn’t quite quick enough.

Thanks to his defense, the attack didn’t land with its full power, but it was still enough to knock him back with pain shooting all over his body and make his mind fuzzy. His back collided with something, then slim arms wrapped around him and carefully lowered him to the ground.

“Kuro-sama!” He heard Fai yell. “Kuro-sama!!”

He passed out before he could tell the idiot not to worry.

Fai waited at Kurogane’s bedside in Shirasagi castle until the man awoke. His fingernails picked at the edges of his sleeves until they were frayed with loose threads. He’d been told Kurogane would be just fine, but his prosthetic was removed and potentially too damaged to continue using, and his other arm and his chest were covered in bandages that hid wounds that would turn into more scars.

It took a while, but eventually, red eyes blinked open. “Ugh...” Kurogane groaned.

“What’s wrong?” Fai asked immediately, leaning forward. “Kuro-sama? Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” Kurogane told him, though his furrowed brows said differently. “Just got a headache. And a... whole body ache.”

Fai sighed in mild relief that Kurogane did seem mostly fine, though the worry still made his stomach ache. “That’s because you decided to play the hero and shield me from an attack.”

“Oh. Right,” Kurogane said as if just remembering and without a care about it. He glanced at Fai and frowned. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

By that, Kurogane meant the sadness reflected in Fai’s eyes and the tightness of his lips. Fai swallowed and tried to keep his jaw from trembling as he spoke. “...Why did you do that?”

“I thought you were in danger, so I jumped in,” Kurogane said almost casually, as if it were the easiest answer in the world. That only made Fai’s eyes burn more.

“Why... do you always do that?” Fai asked again. He thought of Kurogane’s back, still marred by scars from Fai’s own magic, earned from when he shielded Fai’s body from Syaoran’s attack. He thought of cuts to the inside of his wrist, the same spot over and over to keep Fai alive. He thought of every moment Kurogane hurt himself to protect Fai.

Fai continued, “Why do you always risk yourself to protect me?”

Kurogane was quiet for a moment as he regarded Fai, the furrow of his brow smoothed out as he gave his partner a gentle look. “I thought it’d be clear by now, but I guess I have to spell it out, so listen carefully,” Kurogane said quietly to Fai. “Even if it means giving up my life, or everything I’ve ever done... I’ll do it for you.”

The tears burning Fai’s eyes spilled onto pale cheeks and he hastily wiped them away. “Wasn’t that attitude the reason you called me such an idiot?” Fai asked while sniffling. “Giving up your life?”

“Yeah,” Kurogane nodded. “But... It’s different when it’s for you. Guess that means we’re both idiots.”

To make his point, he reached over with his flesh hand and laid it over Fai’s, resting in his lap. Fai looked down at their hands and sniffed again. He supposed he couldn’t give Kurogane too much trouble, not when he knew he would do the same if it meant saving Kurogane’s life.

“Just be more careful next time,” Fai said while reaching over with his other hand to knock Kurogane gently over the head. “I was able to handle myself just fine against that demon, you know.”

Kurogane nodded. “Yeah, well. You are the strongest person I know. But sometimes I can’t help it.”

Fai laughed quietly and shook his head. He looked at Kurogane’s bandaged arm. “You’re going to have even more scars now.”

“Mm,” Kurogane hummed in acknowledgement.

“Are they all worth it, too?” Fai asked him.

Kurogane squeezed Fai’s hand. “Every single one.”

#kurofai

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bcttcrflics · 3 years

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EPISODE 2 , may 2015

when it's time to go, signaled by his phone constantly buzzing in his sailor jacket pocket, he taps his light out and holds her to the promise of watching his comeback. and later, it doesn't feel so lonely on stage even after several retakes in front of a silent, empty room. the weight is still there, but he blazes through it, not just for jowi but for atlas. for their future, for one more crack at it that feels like it could be the last. he tries not to think about that on their way home later in the odd hours of the night, exhausted and sore, instead hovering over the prism jowi contact on his phone. on one hand he thinks it's too forward, too fast. on the other, yohan really does not care. he opts for the other and so begins his poorly kept secret.

with both their schedules, they’re relegated to mostly texting in the bits of downtime they have and the occasional meetup back in that hidden corner. maybe that’s part of what makes it so exciting, at first. the secrecy, the growing electric charge in the air in those rare moments they do get to meet for twenty minutes at most, the way he has to force his eyes not to glance over at her during the winner announcement at the end of every painfully long music show, and the way he fails. and that’s fine for a while. but as atlas starts winning, starts picking up real traction like they’ve never seen before, as it starts to look like it’s not their last shot anymore, yohan gets greedy. for atlas, yes, but for himself too. it’s after a celebratory company dinner sending out their last stage for this round of promotions that he texts her:

[ TO: 달의 여정 | 12:43 AM ]

jowi

hey

congratulate me

ㅋㅋ

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bring drinks, i m out

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i saved you a seat

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he hums, drunkenly pleased with himself as he stuffs his phone back into his ripped skinny jeans’ pockets, jamming his hands into the front pocket of his black hoodie soon after, waiting. later, he’ll think about how dumb he must be on several levels to pull this stunt. but for now, in his red cheeked, humming, drunken glory all he can think about is ice cream cake and bleach blonde hair and the warmth of her presence.

jowi has always known on a logical level that she was missing out on a lot of life. picked up for training young and invested in the lifestyle from the jump, she’s been neck deep in the restrictions of the industry since she was thirteen, thanks to the restrictive nature of a big company and the rigorous pressure put on it’s trainees, if they want to succeed. from that first audition on, the scope of her life had slowly narrowed down until it was laser focused on the singular path to her future that prism represented. all that light compressed and reflected in the lense of that prism until they could force her into the rainbow image they wanted.

she hadn’t minded that.

it had all seemed a relatively acceptable trade. who cared that much about high school anyway? she’d gotten to (nominally) attend a school full of other trainees and other industry insiders, actresses and actors and idols themselves, when they bothered showing up. no one cared if she cut for extra dance class, math classes were a joke, the curriculum held her hand - or would have, if she’d really needed it, but jowi had always done well at doing enough to get by with a few compliments thrown in. she’d put all her heart into her training, and it had paid off. so she didn’t have memories of school trips, so she didn’t have leisurely summer days by the beach, so she didn’t go to university and so she didn’t have a campus romance. her first love had been a boy at a dance hagwon who’d left to dance on a tour, she’d had a crush on her vocal trainer instead of a hot ta, whatever. it was all the same, right?

suddenly, it doesn’t really seem that much the same. when was the last time she’d felt butterflies? the last time she’d snuck out of somewhere just to see a boy, the last time she’d been waiting for her phone to buzz in her pocket. such trivial and frivolous things somehow take up the greater part of her buzzing subconscious, prompting a restlessness, the entitled nature of a barely-not-teen bubbling over. she deserves this. that’s how she rationalizes it to herself. it’s inhumane, to expect them not to want. to expect them not to date, expect them not to like someone. it’s stupid, to think it won’t happen. the idol world is ten years behind reality, at least, and she’s not here for it. besides, it won’t be her that gets caught. it won’t be them. no one cares enough, about two groups barely getting off the ground. who’d even click in for the article?

that’s the excuse she gives herself when she grabs soju at the corner mart, when she texts him back, when she walks the fifteen minutes to the river bundled in a hoodie and a hat and a mask at night, all much less necessary than they might feel, paranoia creeping down her spine. it takes longer than she wants to admit to find him, long enough that she’s half through the bottle in her hand and she’s starting to wonder if it’s all a bad idea- and maybe that was why she was so deep in the green glass anyway, take a shot every time you wonder if you’re going to ruin your future for a man you’ve known for a cumulative six hours of in person time.

but then she sees him under the faint glow of spaced out street lights, refracting off the fading dye of his hair, glinting over the bottle in his hand, and she knows it’s too late to pretend she’s not doing this. it’s too late to think about the five thousand reasons why she shouldn’t, when she’s already in the process of sealing her fate. because this, there isn’t a step back from it. once he sees her, once she’s shown up for a past midnight secret date, there’s no putting things back into the tidy little “secret flirtation” box where he can’t hurt her, really.

and it’s worth it, for the gummy smile he flashes when he sees her, the way it spreads over his features before he can reign it in, narrow it back into a familiar smirk. she’s happy enough to lope over to him, descending in a graceful heap beside him, making an excuse of the narrow bench to deposit herself all but half on top of him, nudging at him with her shoulder until he gets the hint and wraps a wiry arm around her. “can’t believe you started celebrating without me, syaoran.” she drawls, raising her bottle towards the other, “did you pregame with the boys?” she makes note of the flush over his cheeks, more than the brief time frame should have afforded him. she can imagine it, the desperate cluster of them sobbing in a grilled meat restaurant over too many shots of soju. it seems like what they’d do. wry drawl aside, she tangles her fingers into the dangling strings of his hoodie and tugs, until he looks at her and she can press her lips to his earnest, a little too much so maybe, knocking their foreheads together to laugh, “congratulations,” against his lips.

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ellayuki · 4 years

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31.05.20

TRC Month Day 31 - Goodbyes / Tsubasa Reservoir Chonicle / CLAMP / Kurogane POV / KuroFai / Tsubasa Family

this dream of white flowers (make it come true)

“Are you really leaving without saying goodbye?”

Kurogane closes his eyes, exhales sharply through his nose. Damn Bun, couldn’t keep her mouth shut, could she? He doesn’t turn around to face the kid. Instead, he finishes packing the few things he’s gathered in their long travels that he wants to take with him back to Nihon.

“Kurogane-san,” Syaoran says, voice quiet and almost pleading. “I know you don’t like being sentimental, but… did you really think this would be easier like this?”

He hadn't. If he's being honest, he's tried not to think too much about it at all in the past few days, other than in a general "yep, I'm going" way.

He ties off the last knot on his satchel. "Do the others know?" It's a silly question, really, because if they knew, they'd all be here, all confusion and disappointment and silent rage neatly packaged in wide eyes gleaming with hurt.

It's exactly why he hasn't said anything.

"I asked Mokona not to tell them yet," the kid answers, and he can hear the disappointment. "I thought…" he hesitates, and Kurogane has a feeling he knows what he's about to say. "I thought you'd at least tell Fai-san." And yep, there it is. Dammit. But the kid continues, "But you wouldn't, would you? When he's said he wanted to stay here in Clow."

Kurogane snorts. "The mage can do whatever he wants with his life, kid," he says, and if he sounds bitter, he knows Syaoran respects him too much to mention it. "His life is his own now, he can go wherever he wants, stay wherever he wants." It's what he's told Fai himself, the night the mage told him he wanted to stay.

"...you were planning a wedding, Kurogane-san," Syaoran says, and it feels like being stabbed.

"Tell him that," he throws back, harsher than the kid deserves.

"Have I ever told you," comes a different voice, and it freezes every drop of blood in Kurogane's veins. It's the last voice he wants to hear right now. He still doesn't turn towards the doorway, though. "That there are times when you're an unbelievable idiot?"

"Fai-san…" The princess' voice comes next, softly chastising. "But he's right, Kurogane-san, you are. Especially if you think Fai-san wants to stay here without you."

Kurogane grits his teeth. Great, he thinks, now we're having a family meeting. He sighs, suddenly tired like he hasn't felt in a long time, bone-deep and aching.

He startles when arms, thin, delicate, strong, wrap around his middle. "Kurogane-san," the princess says, muffled in his shirt at his back. "You once asked Syaoran and I, and the other two as well, to not disappear on you. Please don't disappear on us."

And that's… he wants to say it's not fair, but it is, isn't it?

Besides, he's never been able to say no to this tiny little slip of a princess, to either version of her.

"Alright," he sighs. "Alright. I get it."

He turns around in time to dodge a light-hearted punch headed for the side of his head.

"You really are an idiot," Fai tells him, and there's relief in his eyes, even with hurt still evident in every line of his body. "You made Sakura-chan cry." Kurogane lowers his gaze at that, catches sight of tear tracks and shiny eyes. He gently pats her hair in apology. "And you thought…" There's a hitch in Fai's voice.

"Yeah," Kurogane says, before Fai can finish that sentence. He raises the hand not on Sakura's head to caress a few stray locks of soft, spun gold out of Fai's (yellow and blue) eyes. (It’s a rare thing, seeing those eyes like that these days.) "Yeah, I've been an idiot." Hopefully it’s enough for the time being.

Before any of them can say anything else, a white blur jumps up and attaches itself to Kurogane's neck. "We're not leaving anymore, right? 'Cause everybody would be so, so sad, Kurogane!" Mokona cries.

And well, with all these pairs of eyes looking at him like he might break their hearts with one word, what else can Kurogane say but, “I guess goodbyes can be saved for another time.”

#TsubasaChronicleMonth #Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle #CLAMP #Kurogane #KuroFai #Fai D Flourite #Li Syaoran #Princess Sakura #Mokona #Tsubasa Family #by moi #Fic #My Fic #Daily2020 #TRCFic

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onyxdraws · 4 years

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So, I’ve been seeing this #sixfanarts things going around on Tumblr, and I decided to jump on the bandwagon. So here’s fan art of six characters that really, really like.

In order, from top left to bottom right.

1. Syaoran Li (Cardcaptor Sakura): The best boy on the list, Syaoran Li is strong willed, brave and above all, devoted to those he loves. He is the love interest of the main character Sakura Kinamoto, and the two are my favorite anime couple. Syaoran loves Sakura so much, he would do anything for her, always want to make her happy, and every moment they share on screen is adorable. The bear he holds in his hands is one that Sakura made for him when he had to return to his home in Hong Kong, which he named “Sakura”.

2. Shirayuki (Snow White with the Red Hair): Shirayuki is one of the best female protagonists anime has ever put out. She’s a Court Herbalist of the Kingdom of Clarines and hella skilled at her job as a doctor. A bright spark of determination, compassion and fierce courage lie within her heart, which make her very likeable as a character. Plus, the romance between her and Zen, the prince of Clarines, is so beautiful and wholesome.

3. Trevor Belmont (Castlevania): The ragged and discriminated member of the Belmont family, a dynasty of warriors sworn to protect the world from demonic threats. They were dishonored by the church for their methods and excommunicated, leaving Trevor the last of his lineage. He was first seen as a drunk, messy and cold individual, but on his journey to defeat Dracula, he regained his will to protect others and found happiness with the speaker magician Sypha and the half-vampire Alucard. Trevor was probably the hardest to draw on this list due to his detailed facial features.

4. Michiru (BNA - Brand New Animal): In a world where humans and half-animal humans called "beastmen" exist, Michiru finds herself unexpectedly cursed as a half-tanooki, causing her to flee to Anima City, where beastmen can thrive and be themselves. She’s a tough spitfire girl full of optimism and hope, not only to free herself of her curse, but that one day humans and beastmen can live in harmony. Her design is very cute, which is the main reason she’s one of my favorites.

5. Marshal (Animal Crossing): The only one on this list with a full body view, as he is quite tiny. Probably Animal Crossing’s most popular character. Since his debut in New Leaf, he’s become so beloved that players will pay millions of bells just to have him transferred to their village. Despite his facials and smug personality, he’s actually very kind, endearing and relatable as a character. His design is so adorable as well, as his namesake is that of a fluffy marshmallow.

6. Amber (Genshin Impact): The energetic and sweet Outrider of the Knights of Favonius. In the world of Genshin Impact, she aids the main traveler in their quest to save their captured sibling, as it is the duty of the knights to help those in need. She is quite skilled with a bow and has some clever tricks up her sleeve in battle. She never gives up, and always tries to be polite, making her quite a fan favorite, plus her design is just adorable.

#sixfanarts #li syaoran #shirayuki #trevor belmont #michiru #marshal #amber #cardcaptor sakura #akagami no shirayukihime #castlevania #bna: brand new animal #animal crossing #genshin impact #fanart #favorite characters

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chiiwifruit · 4 years

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TCM Day 21: Free Day

Ties into Day 6 and Day 16

Fai was so exhausted from crying that Kurogane had to carry him back to the room. He buried his face in Kurogane’s shoulder for the long walk. Syaoran kept reaching up to rub Fai’s arm to comfort and let Fai know that he was still there.

Once they were back at the room, Kurogane pulled Fai’s boots, gloves, and coat off and tucked him into bed. Although he was normally a belly sleeper, Fai curled up on his side. He was aware of the other three moving around the room and talking quietly among themselves, but he didn’t focus on the words. All he could think about was that his brother was still trapped in the valley. Even death had not freed him. And so much time had passed. Valeria had developed so much technology. What was he waiting for?

“What the hell-” Kurogane exclaimed, diving for his sword. Fai sat up in time to see Syaoran flinch back in surprise, and for a transparent body to wink out of existence in the corner of the room.

“Fai?”

They had seen him!

Fai clasped his hands, more excited than he had been in years - possibly ever! He wasn’t able to make Yuui see him at the valley. He had been too upset to focus properly, and it did take an enormous amount of effort. But Yuui had been so distraught when he thought Fai didn’t answer his call that Fai couldn’t bear it, so Fai followed Yuui and his friends back to the little room they were staying in.

Fai didn’t know why Yuui had come back to Valeria. He shouldn’t have. And he intended to tell Yuui so, but first he had to make it so that Yuui could see and hear him.

So he focused with all his might, forcing his form as solid as he could get it. He could feel his outline wavering, but the big, dark skinned man jumped as though something bit him and grabbed for a sword. Fai was so startled by his success that he lost his concentration. He knew he had disappeared to their eyes because the big man still had his sword out but had frozen in place.

And Yuui.

Yuui was sitting up on the bed, staring at the spot where Fai was. There was disbelief and uncertainty in his face, as though he wasn’t sure he had actually seen what he thought he saw.

There was no way Fai could concentrate while seeing how hurt Yuui was, so he closed his eyes. Yuui wasn’t the ghost. He would not disappear when Fai wasn’t looking.

He had heard from other local ghosts that only powerful ghosts could make themselves visible to those who did not possess the ability to see spirits. He had never tried because he preferred to be left alone, but he wanted Yuui to see him. It seemed he fit into the powerful category.

“Fai!”

Yuui launched himself off the bed and knelt in front of Fai. Fai opened his eyes, and knew the instant he disappeared from Yuui’s sight from the dismay that crossed his brother’s face.

This was more difficult than he thought.

“Can you see me now?” he asked when Yuui looked relieved.

“Yes,” Yuui said, voice full of wonder. He tried to touch Fai, but his hand passed through. After all, Fai did not have a body.

Fai looked at his own hands. He didn’t look any different to himself, but there must be some change. He closed his fingers. “Sorry. It’s hard to make myself visible. I don’t think I can make myself solid enough to touch,” he said.

“That’s okay!” Yuui said. He was crying again. He had cried next to the valley too. Fai didn’t want him to cry, and he couldn’t even wipe the tears away. “I just- You’re here, and-”

Behind Yuui, the big man huffed and set the sword aside. He wouldn’t have been able to hurt Fai, but Fai still felt better now that he didn’t have a weapon in his hands. He was very large.

He and the shorter brown haired boy were approaching with caution.

Despite what Fai said, Yuui tried to touch him again. Fai smiled even as Yuui’s face crumpled. “I’m sorry, Yuui, but I’m so happy to see you.”

Maybe he would try. For Yuui, who was still crying. The big dark man looked like he wanted to put his hand on Yuui’s shoulder. He was staring at Yuui like he mattered to him. That pleased Fai.

Fai poured all of his energy into his hands. It was hard to do, especially while he remained visible. When he thought he had it, he reached out and clasped on of Yuui’s hands with both of his.

He did it! He could feel Yuui’s skin. It was an odd sensation, and not at all what holding hands had felt like when he was alive.

Yuui’s eyes widened and he squeezed Fai’s hand hard until Fai couldn’t maintain his solidity anymore.

“Are you all right?” Yuui asked as Fai’s hands went through his.

Fai hated to see the worry flood his brother’s face. “Yes. It’s difficult to make myself solid, so I can’t do it for more than a few minutes,” Fai said.

“Okay,” Yuui said. He wiped his eyes with his sleeve. A small white creature hopped onto Yuui’s shoulder. It was holding a handkerchief in its paws, which it used to dab at Yuui’s face.

“A rabbit?” Fai asked, since that was the closest creature he could think of that looked like this one.

That got a smile out of Yuui, a smile that broadened as the white creature finished its task and turned to Fai. “Mokona is Mokona! Nice to meet you!” it said. Mokona tried to shake Fai’s hand, but it didn’t work. “Oh right. Mokona forgot,” it said when its hand passed through Fai’s fingers.

Fai’s face softened into a smile. How cute! “Are you Yuui’s friend?” he asked, miming the action of a handshake to please the small creature.

“Yes!” Mokona replied with enthusiasm. “Everyone travels together. We’re all good friends with Fai- er, I mean, Yuui.”

Fai remembered the conversation he’d had with the vampire twins some time ago. He looked up at Yuui, who had tensed up. “You’ve been using my name, right? I don’t mind.”

Yuui blinked. “I- yes, but, how did you know?” he asked, faltering.

“A while back, a pair of vampires came here,” Fai said. “Twins, like us. They could see me. They said they met you in... well, I don’t remember the country. But they said that your eye was eaten and you got turned into a vampire.” Fai frowned thoughtfully, realizing for the first time that Yuui did have both of his eyes. Unless the vampires had met a different Yuui? Or the timeline was messed up? Fai wasn’t quite sure how this multiple world thing worked, but he knew the Yuui that was here with him was his Yuui.

“Kamui and Subaru?” That was the brown haired-boy. He seemed surprised.

“Yes, that’s all true,” Yuui said. “I got my eye and my magic back, and when that happened, I stopped being a vampire.”

That sounded too outlandish to be true, but Yuui wouldn’t lie. It must be true.

“...Will you tell me the names of your other friends?” Fai asked, glancing over Yuui’s shoulder at the other two.

Yuui jolted, with guilt, Fai thought. “Oh, of course! I’m sorry,” he said. He was getting upset again, which wasn’t what Fai wanted. “The big guy is Kurogane, and the brown-haired boy is Syaoran-kun.”

Fai stared at them. He decided that they looked kind, and Kamui and Subaru had told him that Yuui’s companions had worked to save his life.

“Thank you for taking care of my brother for me,” said Fai. “I can’t be by his side, so I’m glad that someone is.”

Yuui made a choking sound, but Fai could feel his form weakening. He had reached the limit for how long he could be away from the valley.

Yuui’s eyes widened with alarm and he made a useless grab for Fai, so his shape must be slipping. “No! Don’t go!” Yuui pleaded.

Fai’s heart broke. “I’m a location bound ghost,” he told Yuui. “I can only leave the valley for so long, and it’s pulling me back.”

Yuui was still trying and failing to grab Fai’s hand. “But if I go to the valley, I can see you?” he asked, frantic.

“Maybe. I don’t know. It takes a lot of energy to make myself visible like this. And I made myself solid, too. I don’t know how long it will take for me torecover enough to do it again.” The pulling was growing more insistant. “Yuui! Don’t forget. I love you. I love you. I-”

Fai was yanked. That was the only way to describe the sensation as his soul hurtled back to the valley. The city whizzed by in a dizzying blur of shapes and colours until he was in the monochrome white and grey of the valley again. Fai covered his face with his hands. He had wanted to reassure Yuui more. But he took comfort in the fact that at least he had not left Yuui alone.

He collapsed on the floor when his brother vanished. He didn’t cry. He couldn’t. It felt like he’d been wrung dry from all the tears he’d shed today. After a moment, Kurogane laid a hand on his shoulder. The gesture was tentative, as though Kurogane wasn’t sure whether the contact would be comforting to Fai or upset him further.

When Fai didn’t shake him off, Kurogane put his other hand on Fai’s opposite shoulder and helped him to his feet. “Come on. Time to sleep,” he said.

Fai didn’t want to sleep. He wanted to go find Fai! But he was too emotionally drained and physically exhausted to argue, and let Kurogane lead him to the bed and tuck him in. Although Mokona usually slept with Syaoran, tonight she cuddled up next to Fai’s face on the pillow. He was grateful for the extra warmth and comfort. He could go find Fai tomorrow. Tomorrow. He closed his eyes and hoped he hadn’t dreamed the whole thing.

#TsubasaChronicleMonth #Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle #TRC #Fai #Real!Fai #Mage Fai D Fluorite #Kurogane #Li Syaoran #Li Tsubasa #Real!Syaoran #Mokona #Mokona Modoki #ghosts #grief #my writing #fanfiction #fanfic #TRC fanfic #CLAMP

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clamp-box · 6 years

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Acid Tokyo part 1

- Here they are! This arc is where i spend years of my teenage angst in XD - Fai STILL tries to be like “oh but that wasnt like real magic or anything so it doesnt count”

- The original Syaoran is awake! I was about to say “good morning” but.... mornings arent good in this arc.

- So much gore everywhere. This is X/1999 alright.

- Kamui is just so darn pretty!

- Kurogane saves Syaoran from Kamui and says “remember that you were the ones who attacked first!” he said something similar back in shara, and all the way back in jade.

- Kamui vs Kurogane is a good fight. I wish it had been longer. Neat detail is how Kamui seems just be too fast for Kurogane to see, so he ends up fighting eyes closed.

- Fuuma seems to actually be a leader of his people, but Kamui... Kamui just literally showed up one day and no one could make him leave

-Fai’s like “oh talk to me kuro-sama ;)” and Kurogane jumps right at “yeah lets talk, lets talk about your bullshit”

- The entire conversation is so so Good, but also what is good is how this conversation takes place. Kurogane is sitting down looking up to Fai, so Fai can still hold onto some sense of being in control. And when Kusanagi and co shows up and demand attention, Kurogane gets up and grasp Fai’s arm. Just go read this scene again and (cry) and look how damn impressive it is just from the visual storytelling point too.

- Fai is sitting on the floor crying now. This is chapter 112 and this is significant cuz that is the finnish emergency number and i find it p accurate.

- Also when I first read Tsubasa I didnt know what a reservoir was, it just sounded so fancy so one day i took my english dictionary and found the word and it said like “fake lake” and I was so disappointed. It also didnt make any sense because I wasnt at this arc then XD

- Ew mutant worms

-Syaoran at Yuuko’s shop! Acid Tokyo sure is the turning point for the series and does very very good job with it

#rerereread #clamp #tsubasa reservoir chronicles

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TCM Day 19: Video Games

The group was dropped down in the four quadrants in an arena. They had time to blink in surprise, note the rows of spectators, which seemed to be a mix of toadstools, chocolate chips, and ghost-like creatures, and the fact that there was a massive, steaming pizza between them before the host whizzed in front of them on a floating platform.

“Welcome to today’s mini game!” he roared into the mic. “Our four contestants will compete to see who can eat the most pizza in the given time frame. Are you ready?”

There was no time to answer, because a screen lit up with the number 3.

3...

2...

1...

“START!”

Stressed by this strange turn of events but anxious to comply, Syaoran began to rip off handfuls of pizza and stuff it in his mouth as fast as he could, praying that this wasn’t some sort of trap and that he wasn’t about to be poisoned. Kurogane remained frozen in confusion for too long and lost five seconds of precious time while the other three stuffed their faces. Luckily the pizza was only lukewarm, so it didn’t burn.

“Mokona will help!” Mokona announced, appearing on Sakura’s shoulder.

“Eh?” Sakura asked as Mokona’s mouth opened wide. A strong wind pulled the massive pizza off the floor and into Mokona’s mouth, where it vanished as Mokona gulped.

“Uh.”

While everyone stared in shock, the host dropped down next to Sakura and lifted her arm. “WINNER!”

“But, I didn’t-” Sakura said, trying to explain, but the audience was cheering and seemed to view Mokona as part of Sakura.

“Onto the next game!” the host cried.

The floor dropped out beneath them. Sakura shrieked. Syaoran called her name and lunged for her hand, grabbing it just as they all landed in a giant book.

“Okay, what happens now?” Kurogane asked as the countdown began.

“Don’t get squished!” was the host's only explanation.

Squished?

The opposite page began to turn. The group realized it was going to drop on them, but there was no way to get off the book. An invisible wall kept them trapped. Syaoran pounded on it, frantic to save Sakura.

“Oh, there!” Fai said. He pointed upward. There were cutouts in the page above them. He positioned himself so that he would go through a star cutout when the page dropped. Kurogane seized Syaoran and Sakura and moved so that the three of them plus Mokona would go through a crescent moon.

The first few pages were easy, but then they began to flip faster and faster. Sakura still didn’t have enough of her memories back, and she was soon dripping sweat and fatigued. Syaoran pulled her along with him, dashing from safe space to safe space as the pages turned. Kurogane and Fai did fine on their own, until the page turned and Fai was on the opposite side of the book from any of the cutouts.

Fai’s eyes widened in alarm as the shadow of the page fell over him. This was not how he thought it would end. Squashed between the pages of a book as if he were a fruit fly.

“White meat bun!” Kurogane snapped, holding out his hand.

Souhi, Kurogane’s sword, came flying out of Mokona’s mouth and into Kurogane’s hand. Kurogane raised it and slashed the book in half just before it would have crushed Fai.

The heavy page disintegrated into harmless scraps of paper, which rained down gently.

“WINNER!” the host yelled into the sudden silence, making everyone jump.

“Oi, that doesn’t count as cheating?” Kurogane tried to ask him, but didn’t seem to be heard over the cheering. Kurogane grumbled. “Damn, if I’d known that was all it took, I’d have cut the damn book in the beginning.”

Fai laughed. “Thanks Kuro-rin! You saved me!” he said, which Kurogane ignored.

The ground disappeared again, but this time they were ready for the drop. They were not prepared to land on a sheet of ice, though, and everyone but Fai immediately fell on their faces. Fai skidded across the surface, flailing his arms, before coming to a stop. “Hyuu,” he said, attempting to whistle. “I didn’t bring any skates!”

Kurogane got to his feet with caution, holding his arms out for balance. Syaoran attempted to get up, but his feet kept flying from beneath him. Seeing this, Sakura stayed kneeling on the ice.

There was a faint rumbling, and four large balls of snow rolls up to the edge of the frozen pond. “I wonder what happens next,” Fai said. As if on cue, stick arms protruded from the side of the balls, and each of them grew a head. “Oh. Well.”

“Ready? START!”

The snowmen armed themselves with snowballs and threw them. Sakura couldn’t get up in time, and she and Mokona were hit dead on and frozen in a block of ice.

“Sakura!” Syaoran yelled, horrified. He dove for her, and took a snowball to the chest. He froze as well.

Realizing that this might be serious, Fai and Kurogane slid around on the ice as they tried to avoid the snowballs. Kurogane had his ninja training, but he wasn’t used to ice and kept slipping. Fai was from a cold country, and he moved like he was born on ice. Kurogane tried to deflect a snowball with the sword he still held, and that seemed to count as a hit. He froze in a block of ice while Fai watched with dismay.

“WINNER!”

To Fai’s relief, upon him being declared the winner, his friends began to defrost rapidly. Syaoran landed on his knees beside Sakura and asked if she was all right. Kurogane just looked grumpy. He didn’t like to use.

The ground fell. But this time, the falling didn’t stop.

The pressure from from the wind pushed against them. “What are we supposed to do here?” Syaoran asked.

“Catch the coins!” the host said before drifting away. “START!”

“Syaoran!” Mokona called. She was still clinging to Sakura’s shoulder, and her eyes were opened wide. “I sense a feather!”

“So there might be a feather mixed in with the coins,” Fai said.”

“I’ll definitely catch it,” Syaoran said. He pulled his goggles forward so that they covered his eyes, which stung from the rapid descent.

Sakura was too exhausted to help, but the others grabbed at coins like their lives depended on it. Fai and Kurogane fared best, as Syaoran’s blindness in his right eye threw off his depth perception.

“It’s getting closer!” Mokona called.

And then Syaoran saw it.

The feather floated among the coins as though it had simply been overlooked by whoever had come up with whatever the hell the group was doing. Syaoran was closest, but it was on his right side. There was nothing he could push off of to move into a more favourable position. He could only do his best.

He grasped at it as he plummeted, and his fingers closed around the feather. Almost immediately, Mokona’s wings opened up and pulled them into the next world before they could hit the ground.

#TsubasaChronicleMonth #Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle #Mario Party Crossover #Kurogane #Fai #Mage Fai D Fluorite #Li Syaoran #Princess Sakura #Mario Party #Mokona #Mokona Modoki #silly #my writing #fanfiction #fanfic #TRC fanfic #CLAMP

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TCM Day 26: Superheroes

“Looking good, Kuro-sama!” Fai choked back his laughter at the vicious look Kurogane sent him. But the big ninja was blushing, which was such a novelty that Fai couldn’t resist teasing him.

Especially when Kurogane was decked out in skin tight spandex.

“I get why we need to do this whole superhero gig, but is it really necessary to dress like this?” Kurogane grumbled. He kept wiggling his butt like he wasn’t used to having it on display. Fai supposed that he wasn’t.

Fai shrugged, trying to keep the mirth out of his smile. He was failing. Badly. “It can’t be helped. This is how people in the superhero profession dress in this world. Besides, Tomoyo-chan made them for us. I would hate to disappoint her.”

Kurogane grimaced. Fai knew that would get him. No matter the world or whether it was his princess or not, Kurogane had a soft spot for Tomoyo.

But all Kurogane said was, “The kids better hurry up if we’re gonna do this.”

This was one of the more hostile worlds they’d been to. Usually they could find a kindhearted soul to host them or help them find a place to stay, but they’d had no such luck here. Not only that, but no one had been willing to exchange currencies from other worlds they’d been to and this time they didn’t have anything to barter. The one saving grace was that Syaoran could read this world’s writing. He had seen an advertisement for a so-called superhero agency looking to recruit “heroes” willing to fight monsters in exchange for money. So of course they had applied.

They’d needed to pass some tests to prove they had the skills for the job. According to what they had been told, this world was plagued by giant monsters that came from the sea to wreak havoc in their cities, killing innocent civilians and causing untold damage. So a superhero was basically a monster-slayer.

Kurogane had been hyped at the thought of killing monsters, until he found out about the dress code. He had too much dignity for red tights.

Fai’s costume was similar to Kurogane’s, but blue. Honestly, he didn’t mind it. The fabric was durable, stretchy, and easy to move around in. Tomoyo’s company was in charge of providing them, and they had developed an impact and tear resistant fabric that was both lightweight and as tough as armour. Tomoyo called it a “feat of engineering,” but that was all Fai remembered of her presentation during their orientation before he fell asleep.

The other door of the little waiting area opened and Tomoyo swept through in floor-skimming magenta. It was the height of fashion, as this country favoured the bright and the bold.

“They’re ready!” she announced, sweeping a hand to the door as Syaoran and Sakura stepped through after her. “And I must say, you all look splendid! Another magnificent job by Daidouji Corp!” Tomoyo reached into a pocket of her dress and pulled out a slim digital camera. She began snapping photographs of everyone, but taking the most of Sakura.

Sakura was wearing a pink leotard with long sleeves over white tights and pink knee-high boots, while Syaoran was wearing a green and brown variation of the same skin tight suit as Fai and Kurogane. Both of them were red and the face and they avoided looking at each other. Aw, how adorable.

When Kurogane got tired of Tomoyo’s fussing and fluttering, he interrupted her. “So, how do we know when it’s time to go fight?” Because of course, he was a man of action. Sitting around waiting was against his nature, though he was disciplined enough to do it when he had to.

Tomoyo paused in getting Sakura to strike various poses for the camera. Sakura looked relieved and fled to Syaoran’s side -still not looking at him- while Tomoyo turned to Kurogane. “That’s-” she began, but that was as far as she got.

A piercing alarm split the air. Syaoran and Fai both jumped. Mokona folded her ears forward and clutched them tightly to block the noise. Sakura cried out in surprise and covered her ears.

Only Tomoyo and Kurogane remained unfazed. They gazed solemnly at each other even as red lights started to flash in time with the alarm.

Kurogane’s face stretched into an unsettling grim. It was all sharp teeth and anticipation. Fai recognized it. Kurogane always got the same look on his face when he was looking forward to a fight.

“Is that it?” Kurogane asked.

Tomoyo nodded. “Indeed. If you would please follow me.” She took them down an elevator into a parking garage. Black suited bodyguards like the ones the Tomoyo of Piffle World employed stood in a line at the ready.

As the group stepped out of the elevator, the bodyguards leapt into action. They were offered blasters, which Syaoran and Sakura both took but Fai turned down.

“It’s not really my style,” he shrugged. “I do like pole arms if you’ve got anything like that.”

They did. Tomoyo called it a laser spear. Rather than a steel blade, it was tipped with a laser blade that Tomoyo assured him could cut through almost anything. “Nice.”

Tomoyo smiled at his approval, then turned her attention to Kurogane. “And what weapon would you prefer, Kurogane-san?” she asked. Because Kurogane had refused the blaster as well.

Kurogane flashed that grin again, the one that reminded Fai of a shark. Bloodthirsty. “I’ve got my own weapon right here.” He patted the hilt of his sword, which he’d strapped around his waist as soon as he donned the skin tight garment.

Fai pursed his lips and leaned over as Tomoyo flitted off to show Syaoran and Sakura how to use the blasters. For a rich heiress, her aim was killer. “I know you prefer a sword and all,” he said. “But maybe you should take a blaster as a secondary arm, like Syaoran-kun did.”

He knew he shouldn’t, but Fai worried about his companions. And he was right. Syaoran had Hien belted around his waist just as Kurogane had Souhi.

The look Kurogane gave him was almost contempt. Fai supposed that he couldn’t be surprised. “A good sword is all I need,” Kurogane retorted, and walked over to the others, who were being loaded into some kind of armoured vehicle. Tomoyo’s driver would take them to the scene, but after that they would be on their own.

It was a giant lobster.

A lobster.

Syaoran and Sakura were preparing for battle as though it were something other than an edible crustacean, so Fai could only assume they had never seen one before. But he was dumbfounded.

Kurogane was just as flummoxed. He froze as soon as he got out of the van, and his jaw nearly hit the sidewalk as he beheld what they were supposed to fight.

Some of Fai’s mirth bubbled up. He couldn’t help it! The lobster was attempting to eat a tree. It held the trunk in one of its enormous claws, which admittedly did look formidable, and took curious bites out of the bark.

“That’s a lobster,” Kurogane stated after recovering enough of his wits to speak.

Syaoran and Sakura turned in surprise. “Oh, do you have those demons in your world as well?” Bless her heart, Sakura was serious. A strangled giggle escaped Fai’s throat. A desert country wouldn’t have lobsters. She couldn’t understand. But still.

Kurogane grimaced. “Yeah. In my country, we eat them.”

The kids looked amazed, and Fai couldn’t take it anymore. The laughter consumed him. He clung to the side of the van, taking great heaving gasps between bouts of laughter. It was all he could do to remain on his feet rather than roll around on the ground like Mokona was.

Kurogane sent Fai a look of pure disgust. Fai tried to pull it together, he did! But the lobster was visible over Kurogane’s shoulder. He just. Could not.

Syaoran started to pat his back. Fai felt bad for the obvious concern in the boy’s eyes, but oh, how could he explain?

While Syaoran attempted to calm Fai, Kurogane stomped off to demand information from the driver. Fai fought to reduce his laughter to wheezing in order to listen.

It wasn’t a superpowered lobster. It was not especially smart. There was nothing exceptional about it other than its great size. And its size was what made it a nuisance, and they would amble out of the sea now and then, causing property damage and attempting to eat everything in their path. The city hired heroes to deal with them because most people weren’t equipped to kill a 30 foot lobster.

Apparently they were delicious when cooked and drenched in butter.

At that, Fai lost it again.

He waved for the children to follow Kurogane, who was storming toward the monster while drawing his sword. “Off you go, children. Help Daddy catch dinner. Happy hunting!”

Fai was laughing too hard to be useful, and Sakura wasn’t great with a blaster, but she managed to blow one of its claws off. The claw nearly crushed her as it fell to the ground, but Syaoran tackled her out of the way. Then he and Kurogane brought it the rest of the way down.

The driver was right.

It was delicious.

#TsubasaChronicleMonth #Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle #TRC #li syaoran #sakura #princess sakura #kurogane #fai #mage fai d fluorite #mokona #mokona modoki #superhero au #comedy #my writing #my fanfiction #fanfic #trc fanfic #CLAMP

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