Loss of Translation
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+S to Z › Tsubasa
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
5,030
Reviews:
37
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Beginning
He was running. His breath was coming short and his muscles were beginning to cramp. His body was telling him to slow down, take a rest, but his mind was pushing him to go faster, escape, hide. He knew he couldn't stop now. Not yet. He was almost there. To safety. To…
Fai grinned wildly at Kurogane as he crossed the line etched in the ground. Kurogane glared at him and began talking irritatingly at him. Fai was thankful that he couldn't understand the ninja's ranting about what he was sure was his opinion of how incompetent Fai was at the training exercise they had just completed. There were definitely some benefits to not having Mokona around.
Just as Kurogane's voice began to gain in volume, Fai's stomach growled loudly, drowning out the scolding. Kurogane glared at Fai, who then grabbed his stomach and looked up at his friend pleadingly. Mumbling under his breath, Kuro began heading away from the training grounds towards the castle, motioning for Fai to follow him. Which he did.
A few minutes later they arrived at their quarters, graciously provided them by their host and current commander. Kurogane spoke briefly to an attendant near their door before opening the doors and disappearing inside. Fai closed the door behind him after he had entered, and promptly collapsed, face down, on the pile of blankets that made up his bed. His entire body ached from the rigorous training exercises he spent his days, and sometimes nights, completing.
Fai was a competent fighter, but his main area of expertise was magic, which required very little physical movement. However, since he had made a promise to not use his magic, and this world they had landed in required him to fight, at least until they found the other members of their group, he had begun training physically instead of mentally. And he had found himself far more proficient with a bow and arrow than with a sword. Kurogane hadn't even let him pick one up.
The bow and arrow felt comfortable in his hands. The gentle twang of the bowstring as it sent it's missile towards the target was almost soothing. The motions were very like the motions he made when casting spells, and he was an excellent shot. Plus, shooting from a distance meant he didn't have to move around a lot and stayed out of the main battle. At least it should have. Kurogane insisted that Fai train everyday, just as much as he did. He had spouted off several reasons, none of which Fai understood, for doing this, and when Fai continued to refuse had simply dragged him along anyway.
Fai didn't really mind training. It gave him a chance to concentrate on something that was neither their current situation, nor his past. And, truth be told, he was also glad of the ability to spend some time with Kurogane. Without the company of his smaller traveling companions. While he was very fond of Syaoran and Sakura, and of course little Mokona, he was always grateful for a little time alone with the man he had grown so fond of.
He knew that Kurogane didn't feel the same way. That much had been painfully obvious during their travels. That didn't stop Fai from trying though. Using little pet names, keeping up his happy and cheerful attitude all the time, just to see the stoic man's feathers ruffled. But Fai hadn't been able to accomplish much ruffling now that communication had become so difficult. Fai had tried to be obnoxious, but the only response he seemed able to garner was anger. Kurogane had been consistently angry for the whole two weeks they'd been here.
Fai supposed it was justified. From what he could tell, Yasha-o had told Kuro that neither of them would be permitted on the battlefield until Fai was able to fight competently. It explained Kurogane's consistent anger and why he was pushing Fai to exhaustion every day. He was a fighter. It was all he really wanted to do. Fai knew this, and really was trying to do the best he could, but his inability to communicate was causing problems. Spoken word was out of the question, and hand signals were sketchy at best. The fact that Fai knew the king's name was only because Yasha-o had introduced himself to Fai. Every one else introduced themselves to Kuro, who had become a sort of spokesman for the two. Fai wished he understood more about what was going on in this world. He would have at least liked to know who they were supposed to be fighting…and why.
Before he could ponder on this foreign world's politics, Fai felt a gentle kick to his side. He groaned slightly before sitting up. He looked up to find the table spread with food, and Kurogane pointing towards a seat cushion. Fai leapt at the table and began devouring the food with earnest. Kurogane shook his head in disapproval, but didn't say anything. He simply started in on his own food. And so the two comrades ate their meal. In complete silence.
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Fai woke sometime in the night to the sound of a knock on the door. He sat up and waited while Kurogane answered and spoke in hushed tones to the person on the other side. When they were done Kurogane closed the door and turned to his companion. He smiled. Not the kind of smile that turns heads or makes you double take. No, this was the kind of smile that made your blood run cold and caused shivers to run relay races on your spine. Tomorrow, they were going to battle.
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The fight was going well. Fai was hanging back trying to keep out of the way. Kurogane was on the front line showing up all the other soldiers. Fai smiled to himself as he fired a volley of arrows at the enemy. Kuro was a badass. He knew it, and he loved rubbing it in the faces of everyone else..
Taking his eyes off the ninja, Fai looked towards the cliff where Yasha-o was fighting with the leader of the other army. He raised his bow to send the king some assistance when he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was a fellow soldier. He spoke to Fai, gesturing towards the cliff. Not understanding, Fai did his best to look confused, which wasn't actually that hard. The soldier repeated himself and this time Fai understood one word. Ashura-o.
Fai turned slowly and stared at the enemy king. His brain kept spouting out reasons why it couldn't be true but his heart was racing and his hands were starting to feel clammy. It was him. He was back.
He felt the magic start taking them back home, but his mind was somewhere else. He shakily removed himself from his mount and returned to his room. He sat down on the cushions unable to process what was happening. He was back in Seresu, crying out in pain as the king pinned him down and…
Fai shook himself, trying to dispel the flood of emotion. Once he had himself under control, he stripped off his dirty, sweat drenched uniform, grabbed a towel and his robe and headed out to take a nice, relaxing bath.
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Fai grinned wildly at Kurogane as he crossed the line etched in the ground. Kurogane glared at him and began talking irritatingly at him. Fai was thankful that he couldn't understand the ninja's ranting about what he was sure was his opinion of how incompetent Fai was at the training exercise they had just completed. There were definitely some benefits to not having Mokona around.
Just as Kurogane's voice began to gain in volume, Fai's stomach growled loudly, drowning out the scolding. Kurogane glared at Fai, who then grabbed his stomach and looked up at his friend pleadingly. Mumbling under his breath, Kuro began heading away from the training grounds towards the castle, motioning for Fai to follow him. Which he did.
A few minutes later they arrived at their quarters, graciously provided them by their host and current commander. Kurogane spoke briefly to an attendant near their door before opening the doors and disappearing inside. Fai closed the door behind him after he had entered, and promptly collapsed, face down, on the pile of blankets that made up his bed. His entire body ached from the rigorous training exercises he spent his days, and sometimes nights, completing.
Fai was a competent fighter, but his main area of expertise was magic, which required very little physical movement. However, since he had made a promise to not use his magic, and this world they had landed in required him to fight, at least until they found the other members of their group, he had begun training physically instead of mentally. And he had found himself far more proficient with a bow and arrow than with a sword. Kurogane hadn't even let him pick one up.
The bow and arrow felt comfortable in his hands. The gentle twang of the bowstring as it sent it's missile towards the target was almost soothing. The motions were very like the motions he made when casting spells, and he was an excellent shot. Plus, shooting from a distance meant he didn't have to move around a lot and stayed out of the main battle. At least it should have. Kurogane insisted that Fai train everyday, just as much as he did. He had spouted off several reasons, none of which Fai understood, for doing this, and when Fai continued to refuse had simply dragged him along anyway.
Fai didn't really mind training. It gave him a chance to concentrate on something that was neither their current situation, nor his past. And, truth be told, he was also glad of the ability to spend some time with Kurogane. Without the company of his smaller traveling companions. While he was very fond of Syaoran and Sakura, and of course little Mokona, he was always grateful for a little time alone with the man he had grown so fond of.
He knew that Kurogane didn't feel the same way. That much had been painfully obvious during their travels. That didn't stop Fai from trying though. Using little pet names, keeping up his happy and cheerful attitude all the time, just to see the stoic man's feathers ruffled. But Fai hadn't been able to accomplish much ruffling now that communication had become so difficult. Fai had tried to be obnoxious, but the only response he seemed able to garner was anger. Kurogane had been consistently angry for the whole two weeks they'd been here.
Fai supposed it was justified. From what he could tell, Yasha-o had told Kuro that neither of them would be permitted on the battlefield until Fai was able to fight competently. It explained Kurogane's consistent anger and why he was pushing Fai to exhaustion every day. He was a fighter. It was all he really wanted to do. Fai knew this, and really was trying to do the best he could, but his inability to communicate was causing problems. Spoken word was out of the question, and hand signals were sketchy at best. The fact that Fai knew the king's name was only because Yasha-o had introduced himself to Fai. Every one else introduced themselves to Kuro, who had become a sort of spokesman for the two. Fai wished he understood more about what was going on in this world. He would have at least liked to know who they were supposed to be fighting…and why.
Before he could ponder on this foreign world's politics, Fai felt a gentle kick to his side. He groaned slightly before sitting up. He looked up to find the table spread with food, and Kurogane pointing towards a seat cushion. Fai leapt at the table and began devouring the food with earnest. Kurogane shook his head in disapproval, but didn't say anything. He simply started in on his own food. And so the two comrades ate their meal. In complete silence.
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Fai woke sometime in the night to the sound of a knock on the door. He sat up and waited while Kurogane answered and spoke in hushed tones to the person on the other side. When they were done Kurogane closed the door and turned to his companion. He smiled. Not the kind of smile that turns heads or makes you double take. No, this was the kind of smile that made your blood run cold and caused shivers to run relay races on your spine. Tomorrow, they were going to battle.
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The fight was going well. Fai was hanging back trying to keep out of the way. Kurogane was on the front line showing up all the other soldiers. Fai smiled to himself as he fired a volley of arrows at the enemy. Kuro was a badass. He knew it, and he loved rubbing it in the faces of everyone else..
Taking his eyes off the ninja, Fai looked towards the cliff where Yasha-o was fighting with the leader of the other army. He raised his bow to send the king some assistance when he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was a fellow soldier. He spoke to Fai, gesturing towards the cliff. Not understanding, Fai did his best to look confused, which wasn't actually that hard. The soldier repeated himself and this time Fai understood one word. Ashura-o.
Fai turned slowly and stared at the enemy king. His brain kept spouting out reasons why it couldn't be true but his heart was racing and his hands were starting to feel clammy. It was him. He was back.
He felt the magic start taking them back home, but his mind was somewhere else. He shakily removed himself from his mount and returned to his room. He sat down on the cushions unable to process what was happening. He was back in Seresu, crying out in pain as the king pinned him down and…
Fai shook himself, trying to dispel the flood of emotion. Once he had himself under control, he stripped off his dirty, sweat drenched uniform, grabbed a towel and his robe and headed out to take a nice, relaxing bath.
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TBC