Loss of Translation
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Category:
+S to Z › Tsubasa
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
5,024
Reviews:
37
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Emptiness
A/N : Thanks to Dove and sud1l0v3 for the wonderful reviews!
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Kurogane drove his fist into the wall for the hundredth time, blood streaming from his battered knuckles. He let the hand fall to his side and pressed his forehead against the cool stone, breathing deeply. This wasn’t helping. In fact, all things considered, it was probably making things worse. He took another deep breath, steeling himself against the inevitable, and pushed away from the wall, turning to face the shaking messenger.
“Take me to him.”
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Initially, Fai’s absence hadn’t worried him. There was no great demand for his presence, at least until the moon peaked, and it kept the mage out of harms way. Besides, Kurogane was certain Fai was needed to help solve some problem with the Princess’s feather, which was their first priority, even though it wasn’t immediately pressing.
When the moon began to rise, he had sent a runner to the King’s chambers. He had returned with a message to take the soldiers to battle without his second in command, the blonde was assisting the King. And so he had. The battle was a stalemate per usual, and they had returned home, only to find a messenger awaiting them with the news that Fai had collapsed.
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The body laying on the healer’s table was a pasty, sickening white. The normally lively face was drawn and ghost like. If it hadn’t been for the shallow rise and fall of the chest under the blanket, it would have been impossible to tell that the mage was alive. Kurogane pulled a cold, limp hand into his own.
“We’re doing everything we can, but so far...” The healer’s lack of confidence showed through his voice.
“Do you even know what it is?” Kuro asked blankly.
“Not yet. It appears to be some type of fever, but his body is cold, not warm. I’ve administered medicine and used what magic I have, but his body seems to be rejecting any treatment I give him.”
“Will he live?”
“Truthfully? I don’t know. If he doesn’t start getting better soon, his body is going to shut down from cold. We’re doing all we can to keep him warm, but...it’s as if he doesn’t want to heal.”
As the healer left to tend another patient, Kurogane tightened his grip on Fai’s hand. His mind was a void. All the emotions, the worry, the stress, the anger, the mild panic and fear, were absent. He couldn’t even bring himself to feel guilty. All he felt was empty. And so he stood there, motionless, holding the cold hand in his own until long after the moon had set.
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TBC
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Kurogane drove his fist into the wall for the hundredth time, blood streaming from his battered knuckles. He let the hand fall to his side and pressed his forehead against the cool stone, breathing deeply. This wasn’t helping. In fact, all things considered, it was probably making things worse. He took another deep breath, steeling himself against the inevitable, and pushed away from the wall, turning to face the shaking messenger.
“Take me to him.”
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Initially, Fai’s absence hadn’t worried him. There was no great demand for his presence, at least until the moon peaked, and it kept the mage out of harms way. Besides, Kurogane was certain Fai was needed to help solve some problem with the Princess’s feather, which was their first priority, even though it wasn’t immediately pressing.
When the moon began to rise, he had sent a runner to the King’s chambers. He had returned with a message to take the soldiers to battle without his second in command, the blonde was assisting the King. And so he had. The battle was a stalemate per usual, and they had returned home, only to find a messenger awaiting them with the news that Fai had collapsed.
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The body laying on the healer’s table was a pasty, sickening white. The normally lively face was drawn and ghost like. If it hadn’t been for the shallow rise and fall of the chest under the blanket, it would have been impossible to tell that the mage was alive. Kurogane pulled a cold, limp hand into his own.
“We’re doing everything we can, but so far...” The healer’s lack of confidence showed through his voice.
“Do you even know what it is?” Kuro asked blankly.
“Not yet. It appears to be some type of fever, but his body is cold, not warm. I’ve administered medicine and used what magic I have, but his body seems to be rejecting any treatment I give him.”
“Will he live?”
“Truthfully? I don’t know. If he doesn’t start getting better soon, his body is going to shut down from cold. We’re doing all we can to keep him warm, but...it’s as if he doesn’t want to heal.”
As the healer left to tend another patient, Kurogane tightened his grip on Fai’s hand. His mind was a void. All the emotions, the worry, the stress, the anger, the mild panic and fear, were absent. He couldn’t even bring himself to feel guilty. All he felt was empty. And so he stood there, motionless, holding the cold hand in his own until long after the moon had set.
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TBC