Loss of Translation
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+S to Z › Tsubasa
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
5,036
Reviews:
37
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Assignment
A/N : Thanks to sud1l0v3, Niako-san and Issac Kran for the reviews! Enjoy!
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It was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and he leapt at the chance. He lay as still as possible; one wrong move and the whole thing would blow up in his face. Fai couldn’t believe his luck. Somehow, he had managed to wake before his ninja companion, and was thoroughly enjoying watching the other man sleep. Thin strands of black hair fell over his closed eyes, giving him a softer, less intimidating look. The usually tight lips were relaxed and...inviting. The blonde stopped himself from continuing along that line of thought. After what had happened yesterday, what he’d almost done, there was no chance of the warrior returning his feelings. Not now. Even that little speech about being ‘precious’ was probably just Kuro’s way of keeping his disoriented companion from having a complete melt down.
Fai was so lost in his thoughts that he barely heard the knock on the door.
“Enter.” Kurogane called, sitting up to face the person opening the door. He placed a hand on Fai’s shoulder, silently urging him to stay down.
“Sir! I apologize for the intrusion. The King has requested both of your presences immediately.”
“I see. Wait for us in the hall.”
“Very good Sir.” The guard turned on his heel and vanished out the door.
“We better get dressed. How are you feeling? Can you walk?” Kurogane rubbed his shoulder gently.
Fai sat up, his rear twinging slightly. “I’ll manage. What do you suppose the King wants?” He quickly caught the clothes Kuro tossed his way.
“If you don’t hurry up, we’ll never find out.”
Throwing on clean clothes, Fai stood shakily, Kuro’s hand on his elbow keeping him from falling over. As they walked out the door, panic began to creep along the outside edges of the mage’s mind.
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The King’s chambers were dark and stuffy. Once they were inside, the guard retreated back into the hall, closing the door softly behind him. The King sat against the wall, nearly hidden by shadows. Fai began to shake slightly, but calmed himself when he felt Kuro’s grip on his elbow tighten. As he focused on his breathing he noticed an intense magical pulsing coming from the King. It was extremely powerful and the blonde recognized it instantly.
“A feather.”
“What?” Kuro turned towards him in confusion.
“You’re very perceptive.” The Commander emerged from the shadows looking worn and tired. “It appeared after we returned from the castle last night.”
“I see.” Fai bowed his head slightly.
“Well I don’t. What the hell is going on?!” Kurogane’s voice was raised and agitated.
The Commander sighed. “Yasha-o died last night. He had been sick for sometime, so it was expected. Shortly after his death, a feather fell from the sky and became this.” He gestured towards the person sitting against the wall. “It looks like the him, acts like him, and has the same desires as him. But it’s not him, and eventually the men will notice. There must be some reason this likeness exists, and until it fulfills it’s purpose someone needs to keep it safe. That’s where you two come in. I can’t care for this duplicate and lead the men at the same time. So I’m turning my duties over to you.”
“But...why us?” Anxiety tinted the confusion in Fai’s voice.
“You’re outsiders. You may have sworn the oath, but Yasha-o was not your King. Besides that, you’re both exceptionally strong. The men need people like you to lead them.”
Fai opened his mouth to object to the assignment, but the ninja at his side spoke first.
“Understood. Once you have informed the men of the change of command, we will do what we can to lead this army to victory.”
“Thank you. My quarters have been cleared for you as I will be staying here. You may move in as soon as you like.”
“Our thanks Sir. If you’ll excuse us...”
Kuro turned on his heel, spinning the mage around and causing him to flail his arms slightly in a desperate attempt to keep from falling over.
“There is one more thing I like to ask before you go.”
The pair stopped mid-stride.
“The guards found five dead soldiers in the prison cells this morning. Their bodies were sliced up by a sword. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about this would you?”
The panic that had been floating around in the back of Fai’s mind was suddenly forced to the front.
“I’m afraid not Sir. I do hope you’re able to catch the culprits.” Kurogane’s voice was steady and calm, but the insincerity was noticeable.
The Commander sighed knowingly. “I see. Very well, you’d best go and see to your new accommodations.”
“Yes Sir. Excuse us.”
Kurogane dragged him down hallway after hallway until they reached their room, where Fai was pushed unceremoniously through the door. Leaning back against the closed door, Kuro sighed and ran a hand through his dark locks.
“Why?” The mage’s voice was barely audible. His head was bowed and his eyes were hooded and unreadable.
“Is it important?”
“Yes.”
A large warm hand came down and rested on the blonde head. “To protect you.”
“What if the Commander finds out?”
“Well, I’m fairly certain he already knows, but without some sort of confession or witness there’s not much he can do about it. Besides, even if he did start some sort of investigation, which I doubt, you’re not a swordsman so there’s nothing to lead back to you anyway.” The hand gently ruffled his hair. “Come on. Let’s get our stuff together.”
While he bustled around packing up his things, Fai tried to sort out the jumbled mess of emotions whirling around in his head. Fear, curiosity, panic, anxiety, confusion, and affection were all assaulting his psyche, threatening to overtake him. But, through all the chaos, one thought reverberated through his mind. Was it possible? Did Kurogane actually...feel for him? He glanced up and watched as the warrior lifted the trunk filled with clothes and took it to the door, his toned muscles showing clearly under the formfitting material. Forcing his heart down out of his throat, the mage resolved to find out.
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It was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and he leapt at the chance. He lay as still as possible; one wrong move and the whole thing would blow up in his face. Fai couldn’t believe his luck. Somehow, he had managed to wake before his ninja companion, and was thoroughly enjoying watching the other man sleep. Thin strands of black hair fell over his closed eyes, giving him a softer, less intimidating look. The usually tight lips were relaxed and...inviting. The blonde stopped himself from continuing along that line of thought. After what had happened yesterday, what he’d almost done, there was no chance of the warrior returning his feelings. Not now. Even that little speech about being ‘precious’ was probably just Kuro’s way of keeping his disoriented companion from having a complete melt down.
Fai was so lost in his thoughts that he barely heard the knock on the door.
“Enter.” Kurogane called, sitting up to face the person opening the door. He placed a hand on Fai’s shoulder, silently urging him to stay down.
“Sir! I apologize for the intrusion. The King has requested both of your presences immediately.”
“I see. Wait for us in the hall.”
“Very good Sir.” The guard turned on his heel and vanished out the door.
“We better get dressed. How are you feeling? Can you walk?” Kurogane rubbed his shoulder gently.
Fai sat up, his rear twinging slightly. “I’ll manage. What do you suppose the King wants?” He quickly caught the clothes Kuro tossed his way.
“If you don’t hurry up, we’ll never find out.”
Throwing on clean clothes, Fai stood shakily, Kuro’s hand on his elbow keeping him from falling over. As they walked out the door, panic began to creep along the outside edges of the mage’s mind.
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The King’s chambers were dark and stuffy. Once they were inside, the guard retreated back into the hall, closing the door softly behind him. The King sat against the wall, nearly hidden by shadows. Fai began to shake slightly, but calmed himself when he felt Kuro’s grip on his elbow tighten. As he focused on his breathing he noticed an intense magical pulsing coming from the King. It was extremely powerful and the blonde recognized it instantly.
“A feather.”
“What?” Kuro turned towards him in confusion.
“You’re very perceptive.” The Commander emerged from the shadows looking worn and tired. “It appeared after we returned from the castle last night.”
“I see.” Fai bowed his head slightly.
“Well I don’t. What the hell is going on?!” Kurogane’s voice was raised and agitated.
The Commander sighed. “Yasha-o died last night. He had been sick for sometime, so it was expected. Shortly after his death, a feather fell from the sky and became this.” He gestured towards the person sitting against the wall. “It looks like the him, acts like him, and has the same desires as him. But it’s not him, and eventually the men will notice. There must be some reason this likeness exists, and until it fulfills it’s purpose someone needs to keep it safe. That’s where you two come in. I can’t care for this duplicate and lead the men at the same time. So I’m turning my duties over to you.”
“But...why us?” Anxiety tinted the confusion in Fai’s voice.
“You’re outsiders. You may have sworn the oath, but Yasha-o was not your King. Besides that, you’re both exceptionally strong. The men need people like you to lead them.”
Fai opened his mouth to object to the assignment, but the ninja at his side spoke first.
“Understood. Once you have informed the men of the change of command, we will do what we can to lead this army to victory.”
“Thank you. My quarters have been cleared for you as I will be staying here. You may move in as soon as you like.”
“Our thanks Sir. If you’ll excuse us...”
Kuro turned on his heel, spinning the mage around and causing him to flail his arms slightly in a desperate attempt to keep from falling over.
“There is one more thing I like to ask before you go.”
The pair stopped mid-stride.
“The guards found five dead soldiers in the prison cells this morning. Their bodies were sliced up by a sword. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about this would you?”
The panic that had been floating around in the back of Fai’s mind was suddenly forced to the front.
“I’m afraid not Sir. I do hope you’re able to catch the culprits.” Kurogane’s voice was steady and calm, but the insincerity was noticeable.
The Commander sighed knowingly. “I see. Very well, you’d best go and see to your new accommodations.”
“Yes Sir. Excuse us.”
Kurogane dragged him down hallway after hallway until they reached their room, where Fai was pushed unceremoniously through the door. Leaning back against the closed door, Kuro sighed and ran a hand through his dark locks.
“Why?” The mage’s voice was barely audible. His head was bowed and his eyes were hooded and unreadable.
“Is it important?”
“Yes.”
A large warm hand came down and rested on the blonde head. “To protect you.”
“What if the Commander finds out?”
“Well, I’m fairly certain he already knows, but without some sort of confession or witness there’s not much he can do about it. Besides, even if he did start some sort of investigation, which I doubt, you’re not a swordsman so there’s nothing to lead back to you anyway.” The hand gently ruffled his hair. “Come on. Let’s get our stuff together.”
While he bustled around packing up his things, Fai tried to sort out the jumbled mess of emotions whirling around in his head. Fear, curiosity, panic, anxiety, confusion, and affection were all assaulting his psyche, threatening to overtake him. But, through all the chaos, one thought reverberated through his mind. Was it possible? Did Kurogane actually...feel for him? He glanced up and watched as the warrior lifted the trunk filled with clothes and took it to the door, his toned muscles showing clearly under the formfitting material. Forcing his heart down out of his throat, the mage resolved to find out.
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TBC