Shinsuke

Disclaimer: I don’t own Tsubasa, dun sue please!!!!

Exactly what world are we in now?

I look around the place and it strangely seems familiar. In front of us are four shaded pillars leading to an opening with a walkway that leads to an old-style Japanese castle. In front of the castle are oddly shaped statues that resemble what looks like a type of bird’s wings. The wings are shaped and curved up from the ground, and are larger than the castle itself.

Suddenly I remember where I am….

“This is my homeland! The country of Japan! Finally, dammit!” I exclaim, smiling almost idiotically.

Fai has the ‘stupid’ look on his face now (yes, I have names for his facial expressions). He cocks his head to one side. “This is it?” He says stupidly as ever, even though I just told him. I give him a half-decent “Yeah.”

Suddenly I notice a slight, very subtle look of sadness come across his face. Whatever the feeling was, he forced it away and returned to smiling his damned fake smile, as always. I decided to ignore it, he always was hiding his feelings anyway.

And thus, before I can head forth into my castle and greet Tomoyo, my princess, two skimpy girls come running up to me (and my strange group of travelers) singing:

“Welcome! Welcome! Welcome to the country of Shinsuke!!!”

Shinsuke!??

“What the hell!?? Are you retarded!!? This is Japan, dammit!!” I yell. I try so very hard to believe that it really is Japan, and not this Shinsuke crap.

The girls stare at me with these dumbfound looks on their faces.

“Japam?” says one. “Jaman?” says the other. “What is a Jamam?” they say in unison.

Where the hell are the m’s coming from!!? I think to myself. I stare straight back at them confused, shocked, and seriously pissed.
And there goes Fai again, laughing without a care in the goddamn world.

“What the hell is so funny now!?” I scream at him. He just stands there, and continues to laugh.

That’s when I see it. There is a change in his eyes. He doesn’t look like he’s faking it, like usual. It’s a real, genuine smile. I never felt more confused in my life. Oh, what the hell…

“Urr, maybe we should…get inside..?” Syaoran suggests. He and the princess always get nervous whenever Fai and I get into an argument. I sigh heavily and nod. I’ll figure it out later, I guess.


We get inside and there is hardly anything different from this castle and the one in my Japan. Everything is pretty much the same, and I have to keep restraining myself from going to “my” room. Obviously, this ain’t my world and I don’t got a room here. I also keep thinking I’m going to see Tomoyo, I even looked for her absentmindedly. When I realized what I was doing, I felt like smacking myself upside the head.

Before I could do that however, my strange group and I were directed into rooms for dining. Mokona was sent with the kids to a dining hall specially made just for kids, while Fai and me were sent to a dining hall for adults.

The separation of the rooms, the seating arrangements, everything about this Shinsuke castle place – was pissing me off.

“Please be seated here!” The girls tell me, and motion for us to sit down at a western-style dinner table. Across from each other. Which means we have to stare at each other. Which I hate.

Why? Because the two of us cannot hold up a two-second conversation without arguing. He knows it. I know it. So we just sit there. And we stare. And we stare. And we stare some more. And those stupid mindless sluts don’t sense any awkwardness between the two of us, so they just leave us to sit there and let the awkwardness grow.

“So….” He begins. His mind is racing to find a topic to end the silence and awkwardness. As much as I can’t stand it, he is a lot less tolerant of it than I am, which surprises me a bit. It’s as though he’s running from something, and I’m itching to know what it is. So I decide not to talk and just let this feeling eat at him until he decides to come out with it. I want to see the real him, once and for all.

“So, wanna guess what kind of food they serve here?” He says. He looks a bit relieved that he ends the silence.

“No,” I say bluntly, brutally murdering any chance of conversation we might have had. He looks a bit taken back by my statement, but smiles it off, as usual. I stare him straight in the eyes with an unmoving gaze, making him all the more nervous. He fidgets for a second and then stops. I struggle not to smile – I’m enjoying this. It’s like I’m playing a game of Make Fai Squirm Because It’s Funny.

But I return to being serious because I want him to take off his masquerade and be himself. Suddenly it’s not a game anymore and he looks very serious. No smile. Good. Now we can talk – but he has to do the talking…I suck at talking…

“Kurogane?” He says, finally. I almost smile at him again. He finally said my real name.

“What?” I say plainly. He looks down at his empty plate, and he twitches. He looks like he’s finally going tell me everything…

“HERE YOU GO~~! THIS IS SHINSUKE’S SPECIALTY!! THIS IS SHARK FIN SOUP!!” I jump in my seat and to my shock, are those two skimpy bitches again, with our food. What the shit!?? Dammit, I was so effin’ close!!

“Where the hell did you come from!!??” I bark, shocked and angered. And there goes Fai again with his goddamn fake self, smiling and laughing, as usual. I don’t bother to hide my anger. I just sit there looking from him, to the sluts, and back to him, grinding my teeth so hard they could hear it.

“Aww, what’s wrong with him?” The sluts say, with stupid fake sad faces, that are just as fake as Fai’s smile. And just to make me even angrier, they go and sit down beside us, so that me and Fai aren’t alone anymore, and he doesn’t have to hide from the silence – or his true self. Damn, damn, damn… I say, glaring at them.

“Oh, don’t mind Kuro-fuu!!” Fai says brightly. I glare at him for using his honorifics gone retarded.

“Kuro-wan is always like that. No need to worry, he’s a lot friendlier than he seems,” the idiot says. First I get really pissed. Friendly? The hell? Then I notice something in his voice has changed since when he first started the talking. There isn’t an ounce of his fakeness in his voice. It’s true. He really thinks that I am friendly. He looks at me while he says that, as if we’re still alone and I’m the only one he’s talking to. I look away, though, and don’t bother thanking him for his complements, as usual. He just smiles it off, and continues talking to the girls.

This guy confuses me to no end. Dammit. When will I ever figure him out?


We’re going to our rooms now. I find that there are so many filthy sluts in this place that there are only two rooms open. So, naturally, Syaoran and Sakura share a room with Mokona, and I have share with Fai. I swear, somebody MUST be setting us up, because this is too much. First they trick me and tell me that this ain’t Japan, it’s “Shinsuke”. Then there was that stupid dinner thing. And now we have to share a room together.

Shit.

We walk into the room, and it’s much larger than I had expected it to be. In my Japan, people are conservative, and usually don’t have this much freaking space. And why must the beds be less than an arms length away from each other!? And what’s with the sexy black silk sheets and fuzzy leopard print pillows!!?? Then I remember this country is ruled by whores. Oh yeah.

And there goes Fai with his stupid self, jumping excitedly up and down the beds, going from one to other. At least he has his shoes off. I take off mine and attempt to get him off the beds.

“Hey you idiot!! One of those beds is MINE!!” I scream. The bastard makes a silly stupid face at me and keeps jumping.

“So?” He toys, refusing to get the hell off. I jump up on the bed he’s not on, and tackle him face-down onto the bed he is on.

“SO GET OFF!!” I roar, and roll him off of the bed.

THUMP.

“Owwww, Kuro-michi is meeaaaann!!” He whines. I laugh triumphantly, before getting off and going to the one I was on first.

“Alright, this is my bed. You can have the other one,” I say, throwing a pillow at him to get up. It hits him in the back of the head and to my surprise he rolls over and throws it back at me. It hits me in the head and I have the dumbest look on my face.

Huh?

I blink stupidly. Then I throw it back at him and he returns it again. Oh, it’s on now. I get two pillows, and throw one at him, and use the other to block when he throws it back.

“You trying to pick a fight with me?” I ask, giving him a wolfish grin. He jumps up on my bed and smacks me directly in the face. Damn!

“Yes,” He says, laughing. He has the brightest real smile I’ve seen him put on since the day we met, and it has an unspoken beauty that is unmatched. My eyes widen as I’m taken aback by the perfect curve of his pink lips, and breath-taking sky blue eyes –

But I still smack him back with the pillow. Nobody gets me in the face and gets away with it without my revenge. No matter how beautiful they are.

So there we go, squabbling with each other in our full-on pillow-fight. I can hardly believe I’m pillow-fighting at all.

After all the feathers had exited the pillows, were sprawled all over the room, and the two of us were exhausted, I decide it’s time to answer some unanswered questions.
I roll over to where Fai is laying (we’re on the floor) and look to see if he’s even awake.

“Fai?” His eyes pop open.

“Eh?” He says, gripping his pillow, just in case.

“How come when I found out that this wasn’t really my world, you started laughing?” I ask. He thinks back to when we first entered this world, and he remembers.

“Oh. I was happy this wasn’t your last stop,” He says. He means what he says and I know it.

“Eh…?” I say, not sure what to make of his answer.

“I’d miss you if you stayed here after we left, it wouldn’t be as much fun without you…” He says. His eyes have a tinge of sadness in them, the same look he gave me when I started celebrating because I thought this was my world. He’s gotten closer to me.

“Why?” I ask. Suddenly I really, really want to know. He senses this and gets so close to me I can feel his breath on my skin. I feel my self shiver at the feeling but stop myself immediately.

“I don’t know. I think its because…” He begins softly, his eyelids looking heavy. He’s now within inches of my face. My heart is racing. What is he doing?? What am I doing??

He gets closer and his eyes shut completely. My eyes do the same. I lean in closer to him and there is a rush of emotions surging through my whole body, like something I‘ve never felt before.

His lips and mine are now touching and I want to kiss him more than I’ve ever wanted to do anything in my life. So I do. He kisses me back, wrapping one arm around my neck and pulls me closer. Absentmindedly, I move my hand over to him and grip his waist.

My lips seem a bit wetter, and I realize he’s licking them. I open my mouth and snake my tongue into his wet cavern. He likes it. He flickers his tongue against mine, and it drives my temperature up a full ten degrees. I suck on him to my hearts content, and slowly we part the kiss.

But like magnets, we’re back at it again, and I start to lose control. My hands are roaming freely all over his body, and I tingle with delight as he starts undressing me. Yay.

My shirt is off, and now, so is his. I roll over onto my back and let him crawl on top of me. He leaves a trail of kisses leading from my cheek to my ear, and whispers:

“…I think it’s because I love you,” He says, finally answering my question. I know he means what he says, and I love him to pieces for it. I find myself grinning at him, which is very, very unlike me. I bury my happy face in his neck and bite him there.

“Nnnnhh…” he moans. I like the sound of that moan. It turns me on, and I whisper to him, “I love you, Fai.”

He presses my face in mine in attempt to kiss me, but he can’t stop himself from smiling. Good. As long it’s true, I don’t want him to stop.

He kisses my lips again, sliding his tongue in and out of my mouth, teasing me with his tongue. He pins my arms to the floor. What the damn is he doing now? He puts both of my hands together, and holds them down with one hand. I know I’m stronger than him, but I can’t move my hands. Grr, is this magic or what!? He moves his hand away from mine and I still can’t move them. This is magic! He starts taking off my pants, and is pleased to see my raging hard-on bulging up from my underwear.

Just when I think he’s about to do the unthinkable, the unthinkable happens.

Some retarded slut comes knocking and banging at our door,
yelping:

“HELP!! WE’RE UNDER ATTACK!!! EEEEEEEEKK!!!”

I never seen Fai get so pissed in my life. I couldn’t help it, and I burst out laughing. His face was hysterical.

He hit me with a pillow and stuck out his tongue. I licked him, and shoved him over to the door, because he had more clothes on than me. I stayed on the floor, struggling to keep a straight face and put on my pants.

“What, what? What is it?” Fai said, half-smiling. The girl kept crying hysterically, and she wasn’t making any sense. So I got up and did what any sensible Kurogane would do – and smacked her straight across the face.

“Now what the hell are you babbling about!?” She stared me in the face, shocked.

“The girls from room 7 are attacking us girls from room 8. They’re starting a pillow-war! I wanted to know if you big, strong men could…” she whined. I slammed the door before she could finish. Whatever the hell this pillow war was about, it didn’t matter to me. I turned to Fai, who was staring me in the face with the ‘you’re mean’ look.

I kissed him before he could say anything, though.

“Now, where were we?” I say. “Oh yeah, I was pinning you to the floor and taking your clothes off…” I say, and do to him exactly what he was doing to me, but without the magic.

“Hey!” He protests, but I just laugh at his futile attempts to stop me, and continue making love to him.

To be continued….