Snow White Queen

Snow White Queen

Flora Winters

I do not own Tsubasa, and I’m not making any money here either.

Summary: Fai just wanted to have a good time with Kuro-puu. He didn’t mean for the ninja to get hurt. This story will contain boy-love, strong language, explicit violence, and madness for everyone to squeal at in horror.

Prologue

Wake up in a dream
Frozen fear
All your hands on me
I can’t scream
I can’t escape the twisted way you think of me
I feel you in my dreams and I don’t sleep

--Evanescence

It was night, and the carnival was very loud. Venders were yelling for people to play their exciting games, children were running amuck in colorful costumes, and all kinds of yummy smelling food was being sold all over the place for reasonably cheap prices. The air was filled with the screams and cries of people enjoying themselves on scary attractions.

“Aw, come on now Kuro-puu,” Fai whined, pulling on the taller man’s muscular arm. “I don’t want to go in all by myself.”

“Leave me alone!” Kurogane growled, refusing to be moved an inch from where he was standing. He was a mountain. None shall move him! “Just go by yourself.”

“But, I don’t want to just go by myself, Kuro-kuma,” Fai giggled, rubbing up against him like a kitten just so he could get another pleasurable rise out of the yummy guy. “Sakura has her knight and I want my ninja.”

“Shut up with that stupid nonsense!” Kurogane roared, stomping his right foot hard enough to make it sound like thunder rumbling in the sky. It caused several gawking couples to jump in fright. “And quit acting like an idiot!”

“Aw, Kurgi-bear’s so cute,” Mokona chirped, bouncing up and down on his head. “Quit being such a mean-face and take Fai on the round-spinning-thingy that goes up really high.”

“I’m gonna eat your face!” Kurogane yelled, reaching to snatch the creampuff, but Mokona bounced over onto Fai’s pretty head, sticking his tongue out at the swordsman.

Fai chuckled, pulling on the bigger man some more. He simply adored it when Kurogane got all flustered. It was so much fun.

“I don’t want to go on the Ferris-Wheel, Mokona,” the pale blond said, smiling with such perfect white teeth. “I want Kuro-tan to take me through the spooky Maze of Mirrors.”

Kurogane turned his face away. “No.”

“Please, Kuro-sama?” Fai asked, cocking his head to the side. “Or are you simply afraid of being surrounded by so many glorious reflections of my awesome self?”

Kurogane looked like he was about to grow some fangs and bite his head off, but the ninja quickly cooled. “Fine,” Kurogane muttered under his breath, stomping along behind him. He snarled at the guy who took his ticket, tearing it in half with trembling hands. The poor man looked like he was about to piss himself when he very timidly handed the ticket back to Kurogane. “I’m only doing this because he’s an idiot!” Kurogane yelled, pointing at the snickering wizard.

“Come now, Kuro-puu,” Fai said, waving for him to come along. “There really is no need in scaring people just because you’re afraid of a bunch of silly mirrors.”

“I’m not afraid of mirrors!” Kurogane yelled, stomping up the ramp towards him.

“Oh, dear,” Fai said, hugging Mokona close. “I seem to have angered him.”

“Shut your face,” Kurogane hissed, grabbing him by the collar, pulling him after him. “Let’s just get this idiocy over with already.”

“Please…Enjoy…” The guy who had taken their pink tickets stuttered after them.

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“Look, Syaoran,” Princess Sakura said, pointing with a smile on her pretty face. “I wonder how many lights there are.”

“I don’t know, Princess,” Syaoran said, looking at all of them. There was too many for him to count. But, if the princess asked, he would do his very best to count them all for her.

“They’re all so very pretty,” she giggled, turning to grin at him with her big green eyes. They were so beautiful. They reminded him of molten emerald gemstones.

“Yes,” he said, wishing he could feel as happy as she was. But, it hurt. Deep down inside, it really hurt.

He wanted to put his arms around her slender frame, hold her close, and promise that nothing bad was ever going to happen to her. That was what he really wanted to do right now. All of these lights were bringing back so many happy, and so many painful memories that she would never remember him being a part of.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, looking at him with such a sharp concern. He felt like those luminous green eyes could cut him with their emerald blades. “Why do you look so sad?”

He blinked, holding back the tears he would later cry in private. That was all he could really do…for now. He didn’t want to burden anybody with the pain he willingly chose to carry.

“Nothing,” he told her, smiling his brightest. It always made her happy when he smiled like that. “I must have just gotten mesmerized by all the colorful lights, Princess.”

She cocked her head to the side, holding up a small wooden stick with pink fluff on it. “Do you want some of my cotton-candy?”

He nodded his head, taking some. “Thank you.”

She smiled. “I wonder what Fai and Kurogane are doing?”

Syaoran shook his head. “I don’t know,” he told her, laughing as she wiped his mouth with a napkin. “But, I’m sure Kurogane is yelling.”

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“Oh, would you look at me, Kuro-puu?” Fai said, making silly faces at himself in the really tall mirror. He was even thinner and the angle of his chin was even sharper than the glass the mirror was made of. He looked like a pixie. Oh, he was having so much fun.

He turned to see that Kurogane was glaring at him with those wicked red eyes of his. He could only imagine what the dark-headed stud was thinking. It caused him to slightly shiver a bit. It probably had to do with hacking flesh from bone while laughing manically as everything was burning down to the ground.

“This is a stupid waste of time,” Kurogane said, folding his muscular arms across his powerful chest. He looked so agitated.

Fai blinked and then acted as though he were about to break down and sob a puddle of crystal tears. “Do you truly not like being with me, Kuro-sama?” He asked, hiding his face in his hands. “I thought we were friends.”

He peeked between his fingers to see that Kurogane was gawking at him. His mouth was moving like he was a fish out of water. He even looked to be reaching for a sword that wasn’t there.

Mokona guffawed. “Kuro-puu looks like a fishy-fish.”

Fai removed his hands from his face and winked at him. Kurogane’s face got pinker than one of Princess Sakura’s frilly dresses.

“YOU’RE AN IDIOT!” The ninja roared, causing Fai to stick his fingers in his ears. “THAT DOES IT!” He yelled, stomping forward, making the floor shake under his large feet. He was looming over the wizard like a crimson-eyed demon. “I’M GOING TO TOSS YOUR BIG HEADED, SKINNY ASS THROUGH THIS DAMN MIRROR!”

“Oh, Kuro-puu,” Fai chuckled, allowing him to grip his slender shoulders with those large, warrior hands of his. He smiled into the handsome man’s angry face. “You’re so sexy when you’re threatening my life.” He watched how those wicked eyes widened just a bit. It made him smile all the more as he put his index and middle finger to his own lips, and them put them to a growling Kurogane’s.

“I’LL KILL YOU DEAD!” Kurogane yelled, lifting Fai up off his feet. “AND I’LL MAKE YOU LIKE IT, TOO!” He was howling with crazed laughter and Fai was beginning to worry just a little bit. Kurogane looked like he was about to take a chunk out of his pale neck with those pearly whites.

“Um, Kuro-sama?” Fai asked. He was feeling really turned on.

“What?” Kurogane asked in a demonically deep voice, licking his kissable lips with a devil-red tongue. He looked like he was ready to taste some blood.

That was when the ground began to shake violently from under his dangling feet. He looked to see that the mirrors were rattling. Kurogane dropped him to his feet and the ground gave a sudden lurch upwards, throwing them both backwards with tremendous force. There was the sound of a lot of glass shattering, frantic screams, metal being torn, and Fai felt a heavy weight on top of him. The shaking stopped as quickly as it had started.

“Fai!” Mokona yelled in concern. “Are you and Kuro-puu okay?”

Fai opened his stunned eyes and blinked. He was looking up into Kurogane’s concerned face. The pale lights were flickering on and off over their heads. Shards of glass were shimmering and twinkling like broken stars all around them.

“Fai?” Mokona whispered. He sounded very scared. Why was he so scared? They were all right.

That was until he saw the thin streams of blood flowing down Kurogane’s rugged face. Scarlet warmth dripped like ruby rain onto his porcelain white cheeks.

“Kuro-kuma?”

“Are you okay?” Kurogane asked. His eyes were drooping like he was tired. Why was he bleeding like that?

Fai nodded his head over so slowly. He felt that large hand caress his smooth cheek.

“But, you’re bleeding, idiot,” Kurogane growled. Fai watched his eyes roll up in his head and felt the warrior’s weight fall on him all at once. Kurogane had passed out on top of him and he was bleeding from a wound he couldn’t see.

“Kurogane?” He asked, carefully scooting out from under the larger man. “Are you okay?”

“Fai?” Mokona asked in ever-growing alarm.

Fai found that he could no longer move. His eyes wouldn’t look away. They couldn’t look away.

“Somebody help.” He whispered, looking at the bloody, metal pipe sticking out the back of Kurogane’s head. There was a fucking pipe sticking out the back of his ninja’s head.

He quickly checked to see that he was still breathing. Tears came flooding to his eyes and he squeezed them tightly shut. He could feel his magic bubbling just below his ever-deceptively calm surface.

“Fai?” Mokona asked. “Is Kuro-puu okay?”

“SOMEBODY HELP ME!” He screamed, eyes snapping open, looking at the blood on his hands. It was even under his fingernails. His eyes widened into a crazed ocean-blue insanity. “NO!” He cried. “NOT AGAIN!”

“Mokona will go get help,” Mokona said, flapping his ears, rising up in the air. “Fai will take care of Kuro-puu.”

Fai looked up, seeing his face in the shimmering shards of broken glass. The left side of his face was painted like a crimson mask. His eyes glowed acid blue and the mirror fragments began to pop and shatter all around him like bubbles.

“Snap out of it, Fai!” Mokona yelled at him. “Kuro-puu needs for you to stay calm!”

Fai gasped for breath. It was happening again. He was going to drown in a sea of blood.

“GO, MOKONA!” He yelled, fighting to stay calm. His magic was beginning to burn under his flesh. It was as if his skin were glowing like a full moon. “FIND SYAORAN!”

Mokona was gone in a flap of his ears.

Fai gazed at the pipe sticking out of Kurogane’s head. It looked as if it had been broken off of something. The end sticking out was all jagged and sharp. Where the hell had it come from?

“Please,” he begged. The tears were streaming down his glowing eyes. “Please, don’t leave me all alone.”

He could hear those massive waves of molten blood. They were going to smash and wash him away with their hellish heat. It was like he could feel the scorched bones of the dead grabbing hold of him with clawed hands, sinking their broken teeth into his white flesh.

They were in the mirrors. The dead were coming for him from out of the mirrors. They were going to get him. He could see them crawling, hissing, and rotting within the glass, looking out at him with dripping eyes of puss. He was completely surrounded by the shards of the broken dead. Their corpses were coming to devour him.

“I found you,” a deep voice echoed from all around.

Fai screamed when he saw that face in all the broken glass. He huddled close to Kurogane, closing his eyes, fighting to control his fear and rage. It was like the flickering darkness was closing in to get him.

He could feel those large hands, reaching out to embrace him from within that deeper abyss. That wild and wicked laughter filled his ears like the vicious howls of crazed demons.

He was coming for him. He could feel it. He was going to get him.

“JUST LEAVE ME ALONE, ASHURA!” He cried, holding onto Kurogane. “I CAN’T! I WON’T!”

He could hear him. The lunatic was singing. He was singing from within the glass.

You belong to me
My snow white queen
There’s nowhere to run, so let’s just get it over
Soon I know you’ll see
You’re just like me
Don’t scream anymore, my love, ‘coz all I want is you

“Stop it,” Fai whispered, pressing his trembling palms against his ears as hard as he could. He was fighting to keep him out. “Just stay asleep forever…”

“FAI!” A loud voice shouted from in the distance. “WHERE ARE YOU?”

Syaoran?

“KUROGANE!”

Princess Sakura?

Fai lifted his head. “Syaoran!” He yelled…or was he whispering? “Help us!”

He hugged Mokona tight as he followed along behind the stretcher that was carrying an injured and unconscious Kurogane out of the ruins.

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Fai just looked at the wall before him without blinking while Princess Sakura was gently washing the blood from his face and hands. It was so white. Everything was so white. He was really starting to hate white. It was such an empty color.

“Kuro-puu is going to be just fine, Fai,” Mokona said, hopping up into his lap, smiling at him. “He is really strong and these people have really strong healing magic.”

“Mokona’s right,” Syaoran said, stepping into the little room where they were all waiting for news about their friend. Fai looked to see that he was holding a small tray of tea in his hands. “Kurogane is going to yell at you if he sees you looking like that.”

Fai tried to smile. It didn’t work. He was still fighting, doing his best not to jump at every little sound. He was terrified that King Ashura was going to come tearing his way into this world and snatch him out of it in a blink. The crazy man had that power.

“Do you think that earthquake might be because of my feather, Syaoran?” Princess Sakura asked.

Syaoran set the tea down on the little table before Fai, taking a seat. He shook his head. “Well, the people did say that the Mad Feather-Lady had suddenly acquired a very strange feather that reacted to her emotions on a violent scale.”

Fai looked at him. “I should never have dragged him in there.”

“Kuro-puu dragged you, Fai,” Mokona corrected. “Remember?”

“He was right,” Fai said, looking away. “It was a waste of time. I should have been looking for the feather instead of trying to…” He cut off, feeling like crying all over again.

“Trying to do what, Fai?” Princess Sakura asked. She sounded curious and confused.

“Are you hungry, Princess?” Syaoran asked.

She looked at him. “A little bit.”

“Why don’t you come with me,” he said, getting to his feet. “I think we can get some soup.”

Fai watched them leave the room, and looked at his cup of tea. There was a pink sakura petal floating on the surface.

“Fai loves Kuro-puu, huh?” Mokona asked.

Fai gasped, totally forgetting that Mokona was still in his lap.

“Mokona can tell,” he said, looking up at him. “You love him a whole lot.”

Fai picked Mokona up in his palms, looking into his cute face. “He would only laugh at me.”

“Uh-uh,” Mokona said, shaking his head. “Kuro-puu really likes Fai, too. He is just really shy and likes to yell a lot.”

Fai felt his heart slightly flutter as if it had grown a little pair of hyper wings. “You think so?”

Mokona nodded. “Mokona knows so.”

Fai let himself smile for real. That caused him to feel so much better now.

“But, Mokona knows that Fai is really afraid of something,” Mokona said, poking Fai on the nose with his left ear. “It makes Mokona sad when Fai is scared.”

Fai was about to reassure the cute little critter when the door to the room suddenly opened without warning. He nearly screamed in fright and almost dropped Mokona.

It was only the doctor. He had thought it to be King Ashura coming to take him away. His heart began to beat in his chest again.

“Fai?” Mokona asked in concern.

“I’m okay, Mokona,” Fai told him, smiling like he always did. “The doctor here just caught me off guard.”

“Oh,” Mokona said.

“How is my friend, doctor?” Fai asked, rising to his feet.

“We’ve completely healed his wound,” the doctor told him. He had very pretty violet eyes. “And we think it would be nice if someone he knows was there when we wake him up.”

Fai put Mokona on top of his head. “We’ll go.”

“What about Sakura and Syaoran?” Mokona asked.

“I’ll have a nurse wait here to inform them,” the doctor said, leading the way.

Fai walked slowly into the room, seeing Kurogane on the bed. He looked so young and adorable when he was asleep. His body was longer than the bed, because his feet were dangling off the end. He was covered from the waist down in a white sheet.

“I’m going to wake him up now,” the doctor said, standing over the sleeping ninja.

Fai nodded and stood at Kurogane’s feet. He was so happy that he was okay.

The doctor put his hands over Kurogane’s face, and they began to glow with a golden-yellow light. He took his hands off, and Fai watched the glow shimmer under Kurogane’s tan skin. It made him look as if his flesh had been dusted with gold powder.

He could have snorted when the ninja wrinkled his nose. He had to agree. This place smelled way too sterilized to be healthy.

Crimson eyes flickered open and Fai lifted a creamy white hand, waving to him. “How are you feeling?” He fought back the tears of relief.

Kurogane looked this way and that and then back at Fai. He looked to be very confused. He had never seen such a lost look on his face before. Why did he suddenly feel like his heart was beginning to sink like a ship during a really bad storm?

“What?” Kurogane asked, sitting up, scooting back. He was looking at him like he was a complete and total stranger. “Where am I? Who are you?”

That ship smashed into the bottom of the ocean, leaving Fai feeling dazed from the impact. There were little explosions going off in his mind.

“I was afraid this might happen,” the doctor said.

“What are you…what are you doing to me?” Kurogane asked, looking like he was about to fall asleep.

“You need to calm down, Sir,” the doctor told him, helping him back into a comfortable resting state. “You were in an accident and are being well cared for.”

“Who are you?” Kurogane asked, eyes slowly closing. “Who…who am I?”

Fai blinked and his head turned to the doctor with a snap. “What’s wrong with him?”

“The pipe was lodged into his medial prefrontal cortex,” the doctor told him.

“And that would mean what?” Fai asked in fear. He knew the answer. He just wanted to hear it even though he didn’t.

“Yeah,” Mokona chirped. “What does that mean?”

“Your friend has lost his memories,” the doctor said, turning to look at him. “And we can’t be sure if it will only be temporary or permanent.”

Fai had suddenly moved so fast he had the good doctor by the throat without realizing what he was doing. He gazed into those stunned violet eyes, giving his throat a little squeeze. “Fix him.”

Kurogane couldn’t lose his memories. This wasn’t fair! Kurogane couldn’t forget him! He wouldn’t allow it!

“Fai!” Mokona chirped in alarm.

“Sir,” the doctor said, putting his gentle hands on him. Fai suddenly felt very, very sleepy. “You need to calm down. Violence will not help your friend.”

NO! He didn’t want to fall asleep! King Ashura would be there waiting for him upon a sea of blood.

“KUROGANE!” Fai cried, falling into darkness.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.

Note: Song lyrics belong to Evanescence.