Loss of Translation
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Category:
+S to Z › Tsubasa
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
5,040
Reviews:
37
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own or make any money off of the Tsubasa fandom. The characters and all plot lines associated to the original story belong to CLAMP.
Precious
A/N : Thanks to Niako-san and sud1l0v3 for the reviews!
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Kurogane walked softly down the halls, careful not to joggle his companion. He had debated taking Fai to the healer’s, but knew the soldiers would return soon with injuries of their own, and didn’t want to expose his friend to that. Then he had debated going to the baths to help Fai clean himself up, but instantly rejected that idea. Bathing was going to require new strategies for a while. Out of any other options, he decided to take the mage to their quarters and help him the best he could until other assistance could be found. Besides, they needed to talk.
Upon arriving at their room, Kuro set the mage down on his bed, covered him in a blanket, and began gathering items from around the room. He laid a towel out on the stone floor and placed a stool on top of it. Taking a clay pitcher from a shelf, he filled it with water and placed it next to the hearth, where he began building a fire. Once the flames were nice and strong, he placed the pitcher near them, along with the pot of cold soup. Then he found the soap, a soft cloth, and the healing salve and placed them next to the towel on the floor.
“Uh, Kuro-pu? What are you doing?” Fai was lying on his side looking at him with a very confused expression.
“Just lay there and wait a minute.”
The blonde smiled and relaxed onto his stomach, watching the warrior work. Kurogane brought in extra towels and fresh clothes from the side room, placing them near the set up on the floor. Once the pitcher of water was warm enough, the warrior poured it into a bucket and placed it next to the stool.
“We need to get you cleaned up, but the baths are out of the question.” Kuro bent down next to Fai’s bed and gestured towards the stool. “Can you sit?”
Fai nodded and stood, holding onto Kuro’s arm as he walked shakily over to the proffered seat. Once the mage was seated, Kurogane knelt behind him and wet the cloth with warm water. Just as he was about to begin washing his companions back, a thought occurred to him and he paused.
“May I wash you?”
The back before him stiffened slightly, then relaxed as Fai nodded. He soaped the wet cloth, and began softly and slowly washing away the dirt and grime. Minute after minute went by as the warrior moved from back to arms, keeping his ministrations as gentle as possible.
“You don’t have to be so careful. I’m not going to break you know.” Fai’s voice was laced with the sound of unshed tears.
Finishing the mages arms, Kurogane moved around to his front and began running the cloth over his chest. “It’s not a matter of fragility. I take the same amount of care when cleaning my sword.”
“You could achieve the same results without the consideration. It’s only a weapon. It will perform the same whether you’re kind to it or not.” The sorrow was obvious in the blonde’s voice now.
“Perhaps, but I don’t do it because I think kindness will make it perform better.”
“Then why bother?”
“Because it’s precious to me.” Kurogane halted his hands as Fai’s head fell onto his shoulder, the mage’s tears soaking through his shirt in moments.
“It’s just a sword.” The words were garbled by cloth and tears.
“Not to me.”
Kurogane continued washing his friend’s body while the magician rested his head against the larger man’s shoulder and wept. When he was done, he dried the blonde and helped him into his clothes. They sat and drank soup in silence, each still processing the events of the day. Once the meal was over, Kuro helped Fai into his bed. As the warrior turned to leave, he felt a tug on his sleeve.
“Please stay.” The sapphire eyes glinted with the slightest amount of fear.
Kuro sighed and smiled softly before climbing under the blankets and pulling the mage close to him. Peace settled over the room as the two men fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.
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TBC
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Kurogane walked softly down the halls, careful not to joggle his companion. He had debated taking Fai to the healer’s, but knew the soldiers would return soon with injuries of their own, and didn’t want to expose his friend to that. Then he had debated going to the baths to help Fai clean himself up, but instantly rejected that idea. Bathing was going to require new strategies for a while. Out of any other options, he decided to take the mage to their quarters and help him the best he could until other assistance could be found. Besides, they needed to talk.
Upon arriving at their room, Kuro set the mage down on his bed, covered him in a blanket, and began gathering items from around the room. He laid a towel out on the stone floor and placed a stool on top of it. Taking a clay pitcher from a shelf, he filled it with water and placed it next to the hearth, where he began building a fire. Once the flames were nice and strong, he placed the pitcher near them, along with the pot of cold soup. Then he found the soap, a soft cloth, and the healing salve and placed them next to the towel on the floor.
“Uh, Kuro-pu? What are you doing?” Fai was lying on his side looking at him with a very confused expression.
“Just lay there and wait a minute.”
The blonde smiled and relaxed onto his stomach, watching the warrior work. Kurogane brought in extra towels and fresh clothes from the side room, placing them near the set up on the floor. Once the pitcher of water was warm enough, the warrior poured it into a bucket and placed it next to the stool.
“We need to get you cleaned up, but the baths are out of the question.” Kuro bent down next to Fai’s bed and gestured towards the stool. “Can you sit?”
Fai nodded and stood, holding onto Kuro’s arm as he walked shakily over to the proffered seat. Once the mage was seated, Kurogane knelt behind him and wet the cloth with warm water. Just as he was about to begin washing his companions back, a thought occurred to him and he paused.
“May I wash you?”
The back before him stiffened slightly, then relaxed as Fai nodded. He soaped the wet cloth, and began softly and slowly washing away the dirt and grime. Minute after minute went by as the warrior moved from back to arms, keeping his ministrations as gentle as possible.
“You don’t have to be so careful. I’m not going to break you know.” Fai’s voice was laced with the sound of unshed tears.
Finishing the mages arms, Kurogane moved around to his front and began running the cloth over his chest. “It’s not a matter of fragility. I take the same amount of care when cleaning my sword.”
“You could achieve the same results without the consideration. It’s only a weapon. It will perform the same whether you’re kind to it or not.” The sorrow was obvious in the blonde’s voice now.
“Perhaps, but I don’t do it because I think kindness will make it perform better.”
“Then why bother?”
“Because it’s precious to me.” Kurogane halted his hands as Fai’s head fell onto his shoulder, the mage’s tears soaking through his shirt in moments.
“It’s just a sword.” The words were garbled by cloth and tears.
“Not to me.”
Kurogane continued washing his friend’s body while the magician rested his head against the larger man’s shoulder and wept. When he was done, he dried the blonde and helped him into his clothes. They sat and drank soup in silence, each still processing the events of the day. Once the meal was over, Kuro helped Fai into his bed. As the warrior turned to leave, he felt a tug on his sleeve.
“Please stay.” The sapphire eyes glinted with the slightest amount of fear.
Kuro sighed and smiled softly before climbing under the blankets and pulling the mage close to him. Peace settled over the room as the two men fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.
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TBC