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22 April 2011 @ 06:47 pm
Now has internets, but they are slower than anything ;_;  
Story: Black cat, white mage - Part 1
Pairings: Kurogane/Fai, Sakura/Syaoran, Yukito/Touya, the usual suspects.
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Some swearing, I think. Child prostitution is mentioned.
Summary: A lost princess. A mage running away from his past. A crippled warrior doing his best to forget the man he used to be. And a young man carrying a terrible curse. All of them are inevitably drawn into an adventure where love might save them... or doom them.
Note: I present to you all the AU weirdness. Fantasy, epic romance, the whole shebang. Cut quote from "A Fairy Tale" by Amy Lowell.


As many good stories do, this one begins with a child of royal birth gone missing. Except of course, that’s not the whole truth of it. A story has many beginnings, all of them equally important. And in this story, it has to be noted, a good number of events are just as essential as the king and queen finding the princess’ cot empty one morning.

This story also begins with a seer who thought he could take it upon himself to decide who ought to live, and who had to die for the greater good. It begins with a magician rebelling against the horrible price he was forced to pay for his magic. It begins with the boy with the cursed eye. It begins with the soldier who woke up after one battle to find that an arm was the least important thing he’d lost. It begins with the crown prince kneeling by the monument to his lost sister, vowing to always stay true to both his people and himself, so that if she ever returned, she’d have reason to be proud of him.

One beginning of this story – perhaps the most important one – concerns a young priest acolyte's heart breaking, although it happened so quietly and so gently, that no one even noticed.

But for the purposes of telling this very story, which would undoubtedly be a horribly tangled mess if one was to attempt to pursue all parts of it at once, the princess gone missing is a good way to start.

 ~ * ~

It was said that Princess Sakura was a kind and gentle soul even as a small child, but then again, it is hard to tell with three-year-olds. And of course, that was hardly the point in any case. When a child goes missing, it’s always a tragedy, even if it should happen to be an awkward, surly child.

Syaoran was one such child, but he would’ve found it hard to believe that anyone would call it a tragedy if he went missing. He had a hard time imagining that they’d call it anything at all, specifically because there was no “they”. He had no one in the world. When he heard the little princess had gone missing, all he could feel was resentment that this useless little kid had a whole damn country caring about her.

He was seven at the time, although anyone who saw only his famished body would think he was maybe four, and anyone who saw only his eyes would think he was a hundred or more. He scrounged his living among the other street rats in the city slums, doing what he had to survive, and what he had to do included all manner of sins, some of which weren’t his own.

It wasn’t the sort of life that taught a boy to be good and kind, but he took a sort of fierce pride in at least not being any worse than he had to be. He never bullied money from kids who were smaller than him, and he never gave those who were worse off than him any trouble. That’s about as far as his morals went. Any more of them would mean that he’d have to starve.

He certainly felt no twinge of remorse as he, twelve years old and desperate for food, snuck after the crippled man when he went into an alley. He was a big man, true, but Syaoran was better at fighting than his small size would suggest. Also, the man had no left arm, and the slight tremor in the right one combined with the small scars on his face from less-than-successful attempts at shaving said he was also a habitual drunk.

As soon as no one could see them, he darted forward, kicking the man in the back of the knee and tackling him hard in the small of his back, sending him tumbling forward. Using his momentum from the tackle, he swung a kick at the man’s temple, wanting to knock him out as fast as possible so he could steal what money he had and be gone. But instead, his foot met with resistance, as if he’d just kicked a wall.

The sonova just grabbed my foot! How the-

He didn’t even get to finish the thought before the man lifted his leg right up, bringing him off balance and throwing him into the wall. Syaoran managed to roll with the movement and break the fall, but his shoulder still received good thumping, and he grunted a curse as he straightened up. The cripple was on his feet too, but still slightly off-balance; it was probably trickier than it looked, getting to your feet with only one arm. Tough luck for him.

Syaoran was a bit more careful this time, feinting first toward the man’s left side before kicking right, thinking that if he could put the bastard’s arm out of commission, this fight was as good as won.

Except the stranger didn’t fall for it. He smiled grimly, easily evading the kick and causing Syaoran to once more spin into a wall.

“You fight better than the average street brat,” he commented in a rough voice. “But I’ve forgotten more about battle than you’ll ever learn, kid. Sometimes it’s best to just walk away.”

Syaoran didn’t deign this with an answer, other than swearing at the man, lashing out once more. This time, the cripple unbalanced him enough to make him fall, and before he knew it he was on his back with the man’s boot placed on his chest. “How did a brat like you learn to fight like that, I wonder?”

Luck, that was how. A few years back, Syaoran had tried to pick the pocket of a strange-looking fellow in black clothes. He’d been caught, but the bloke had been very decent about it, giving him a few coins nonetheless. He’d been in quite a rush, and had probably not even noticed the letter slipping from his pocket.

Syaoran didn’t know how to read, but he’d held on to it because there had been gold print on the envelope, and he liked the way it glinted in the sunlight. And a month later, a man called Seshirou was suddenly asking questions about someone who sounded a lot like the guy who’d dropped the letter. Syaoran had sought him out, thinking he might fetch a decent price for it, but he’d happened to walk in right in the middle of a bar fight, and he’d realized Seshirou was in possession of something a lot more valuable than money.

The ability to fight.

Of course he’d been clever enough to hide the letter before he went asking, not trusting someone who sounded pretty damn desperate for information to not just take it off him and piss off. The fellow had been surprisingly kind, though, and had agreed to his demands, staying there a month to train him. For a short while, it had almost been like having a friend.

Syaoran remembered crying when he went away.

Not that he was going to tell this jerk about all that. “How does a crippled drunk like you know how to fight?” he spat back, trying unsuccessfully to get free.

The man snorted. “You ain’t very clever, are you, kid? How d’you think I lost the arm in the first place?”

Syaoran glowered. Admittedly, he’d walked right into that one on his own. After all, it made sense, now that he thought about it. The man was a war veteran. Pretty much all of them were drunks, as far as Syaoran knew – although what it was about war that made them that way, he really couldn’t tell.

The cripple suddenly shook his head, removing his foot. “You’re just a kid,” he said decisively, and then laughed dryly when Syaoran glared even harder at him. “No shame in being just a kid, at your age,” he said. “Believe me, I’ve met men twice as old as me who were still just kids. Noblemen, they call ‘em.”

This actually surprised a reluctant snigger out of Syaoran, and the man grinned. “The name’s Kurogane. Now, let’s get you that meal that you were trying to kick out of me. What do you say, kid?”

Syaoran was instantly on his guard again, jumping to his feet and backing off. He’d learned the hard way where trusting charity could get you. “If you want something, you’ll still have to pay for it,” he informed the man with a scowl. “A meal won’t be enough.”

At first, the cripple just stared at him, as if he really couldn’t understand what Syaoran was talking about. Then his eyes suddenly narrowed, and he looked angrier than Syaoran had ever seen a person look before. He flinched, but strangely enough, he still wasn’t very frightened. It didn’t seem like the anger was directed at him so much as the world at large, a sentiment that Syaoran could definitely get behine.

“No, kid,” Kurogane said in a voice that was rough with anger, but also something else. Sadness? “I don’t want nothing out of you.” Then, after a moment’s struggle, a smirk stole over the man’s face once more; the rage disappeared, but Syaoran had a feeling that it was still there, only hidden. “Come to think of it, there’s one thing I do want. I want you to promise me you ain’t gonna try to rob me again. I’d hate to have to knock all the stuffing out of you.”


Current Mood: bored
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sweetjerry: Appreciationsweetjerry on April 23rd, 2011 06:19 am (UTC)
Hooray! /jumps around with the happy/ Thank you so much. I will write like the wind and try to live up to the epicness xD
Geo: england red shirt (think)ankou_chan on April 22nd, 2011 09:05 pm (UTC)
That introduction was one of the best I've read in a really long time. Better than some I've read in published books, seriously. Especially this line: "...although it happened so quietly and so gently, that no one even noticed." <3
And I loved the whole of the piece in itself, it flowed perfectly.
Looking forward to future chapters!
sweetjerry: I'm your mansweetjerry on April 23rd, 2011 06:21 am (UTC)

Ahem. By which I mean to say, thank you, that was incredibly sweet of you. Please to be picturing the ridiculously huge grin I'm wearing right now. If it gets any bigger, the top of my head might fall off.
Cloverfieldfieldofclover on April 23rd, 2011 01:42 am (UTC)

/flails some more

/flails because she has read it twice now and the short teasing tidbit you have given her does not appear to be getting any longer no matter how she stares at the screen

I can has the rest plz naow kthnx???

...I love the way you started it. I love it, I want to pick it up and cradle it to my chest and never let it go. FAIRYTALES. Unf.

And Syaoran the street urchin is heartrending and aching and the last three paragraphs were so damn asdfghjkl;, I cannot describe it any better than that *A*

...where is the rest? Do I have to stalk you to make more appear? BECAUSE I WILL. DO NOT THINK I WON'T.

/flailing is inadequate to express feelings for this fic

sweetjerry: Not a pry barsweetjerry on April 23rd, 2011 06:27 am (UTC)

And technically I have the next part ready, but it takes forever and some more to post. Besides which, I like watching you suffer. /brings out popcorn/

...okay, yeah, I'll try to post. Because you're adorasweet and thank you so much for being so darling ^^ ALSO FAIRYTALES IS WHAT MAKES MY LIFE SOB. Also, I think Kurogane might agree with you on Syaoran :P
Cloverfield: glassesfieldofclover on April 23rd, 2011 06:39 am (UTC)

Gwaaaah, I need more of this, like, NOW. Put down your popcorn and post dammit!

...seriously though, whenever you get more up that would be good, cause I am always looking for more fic to obsess over, and I kind of maybe sort of absolutely have fallen for your writing style. As in, I'm planning wedding dates here.


Oh, Kuro, so righteously angry is a sick, sick puppy for finding that so hot... and Syaoran needs hugs... and food, and for you to smack people's heads in. YUS.
sweetjerry: SISTAHsweetjerry on April 23rd, 2011 06:49 am (UTC)

/is posting FOR REAL HONESTLY/

Oh and fgdskahgfsagjlköjgägåjfGAH. /blushes all the blushes/ WELL CAN I MARRY YOUR WRITING THEN?

Nonono, you're absolutely right, it IS hot. And Syaoran will get to kick ass and take names before long.
Cloverfieldfieldofclover on April 23rd, 2011 06:59 am (UTC)

OF COURSE. We can have a double wedding, though yours will have to wear white, because there is far too much sex in my writing style for it to ever be considered virginal

/hums wedding waltz

YAAAAY~! /CLAMP noodle arms/ I cannot wait, I will stalk love you until you post it, and then I will love stalk you even more! Kuro-grr pushes my buttons like you wouldn't believe, so I would like to see him being all righteous, and Syaoran absolutely needs to be grr-face also.

/hugs you forever
sweetjerry: In ur kitchensweetjerry on April 23rd, 2011 09:12 am (UTC)
.../films your dancing like a Tomoyo creeper.

/glances at enormous amounts of porn still in production/ YEP TOTALLY INNOCENT I AM. I'LL WEAR ALL THE WHITE AND SO WILL MY FICS.

LOL THOSE NOODLE ARMS. And I FINALLY managed to post ;-; These internet hate me so much.

/all the snuggles
Cloverfieldfieldofclover on April 23rd, 2011 11:01 am (UTC)

/races over to other post

AND lol, don't feel bad, I basically haven't been pure since I discovered the internet at age 14 lololol BUT YOU CAN WEAR WHITE UNTIL YOU POST IT, WE JUST HAVE TO GET MARRIED BEFORE THEN LOLOLOL

/even more hugs
mikkeneko: big kitty little kittymikkeneko on April 23rd, 2011 03:45 am (UTC)
This is a good start! I'm definitely looking forward to reading more of it. :)

Especially looking forward to meeting Sakura and Fai... Not that I don't LIKE the puppy pair, I just love the kitties too... >.>

Edited at 2011-04-23 03:46 am (UTC)
sweetjerry: SISTAHsweetjerry on April 23rd, 2011 06:30 am (UTC)
/runs around like a running thing/ Thank you! More will be up with all speed!

And believe me, there'll be kitties. Oh yes. Especially in the case of Sakura. /cryptic(tm)
It's hard to dance with the devil on your back: Zombie Jesusuakari120 on April 25th, 2011 04:43 am (UTC)
GARAH! I am SO behind on fic! XDDD (NOT that I am complaining! You have NO IDEA how happy I am at the influx of awesome authors back into the fandom! *sniffles*)

THIS WAS AWESOME. I really, really can't rave enough about the snarky-pseudo-fairy-tale narration! It is pure love. The little commentaries into all the action...gahh...*melts all over it*

Ok - off to read the second part now - because sleep is for weaklings!
sweetjerry: In ur kitchensweetjerry on April 25th, 2011 04:51 pm (UTC)
LOL. You can surely imagine my delight/horror at being new to this fandom after having spent all my time in a relatively small one where I had read all the fanfiction. I'm like... sobbing in happiness and despair all at once at all the awesome fiction that exists ^^

OH AND THANK YOU <3 I'm so glad my somewhat evil-minded storytelling isn't completely weird xD /collects your melted meltedness up in a cup and cuddles it/

Sleep? What is that? I no longer remember... ^^;;;
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