A/N: This is going absolutly no where just so you all know. Let your imagination wander as it will.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the characters in here. CLAMP does and I'm jealous. See if I owned them, Fai would be the main character and Kurogane would be his puppy.

Kurogane felt like he was going into sensory overload. The room was dimly lit save for a few strobe lights that flashed, causing everything to look distorted and sketchy. The music was deafening, the bass pounding into his skull, rattling his brain. He felt off kilter, his inner balance disturbed. He was on edge, eyes flicking as he took in the scene before him.

The club was filled with the scent of smoke, alcohol and sweat. A mass of heaving bodies were entangled on the dance floor. Feet stomped, arms waved, and hips swayed. Hands clapped, heads bobbed, and mouths moved along with the lyrics of every song. Kurogane hung back, trying to avoid as much contact as possible. But he was still jostled and bumped as drunken patrons exited the building.

A loud shout drew his attention up from the floor to two figures marching towards the door. The first of the pair was a tall, lanky, blonde man. The young man held the other individual by his ear, who was hissing profanities with every sharp jerk. Kurogane watched with mild interest as the blonde all but kicked the other out of the club.

Blondie glanced up sharply, catching Kurogane's unashamed stare straight on. Kurogane would have looked away, except that the man's eyes were the most captivating shade of blue that he had ever seen. They were a crystal clear sapphire that swirled with hidden emotion, shining in the club's dim lights.

The man glared at Kurogane, watching him suspiciously, waiting for him to say something. Kurogane felt the need to comply.

"What was that?" The blonde's expression dropped, replaced with a blank, uninterested mask.

"I don't appreciate drug dealers in my club." The man's voice was low and quiet, bashful and shy with just a tiny undertone of outgoing hidden among its timbres.

Kurogane shrugged, "Understandable." The man grinned tightly for a fleeting second, letting Kurogane glimpse a softer side to his otherwise harsh exterior.

"Wait….this is your club?"

The blonde man held out a small, slender hand, "Fai D. Flowright at your service."

Kurogane extended his own hand, marveling at the difference in skin tone. His was a dark tan from intense training under a beating sun. Fai's spoke of a softer existence, one without much hardship or at least manual labor. Kurogane took the smaller hand and shook it once, before letting it drop.

Fai blinked up at him with those humongous cerulean eyes, shining with a new light of curiosity. "Kurogane? Don't you have a last name?"

Kurogane just grunted, his normal response to this question. "Just Kurogane."

Fai smiled, a tiny gesture that held no real warmth of even humor. Just a motion for show, nothing more. "So 'Just Kurogane', what brings you to my humble, little club?"

Kurogane glanced down at the younger man out of the corner of his eye. Fai was gazing around the dance floor, his expression emotionless. Something about this irked Kurogane. He looked so lonely even when he was surrounded by so many people. He seemed to grow smaller by the second, shoulders hunched inward as if in an attempt to protect himself from attack. Kurogane wondered what could cause such a thing when he realized that Fai was expecting an answer.

"What do you mean exactly?"

Fai smirked, the first real sign of emotion that he had made. "Where to start?" He sarcastically tapped long, thin fingers against his chin. "Your clothes for starters. Absolutely atrocious, especially for clubbing. You're also not dancing. You're actually reminding me very much of a wall flower at her very first school dance. You don't reek of alcohol, meaning that you aren't here for the bar. You're not even tapping your foot to the beat of the music. You don't seem to be enjoying yourself at all, until you fell into conversation with me that is." Fai glanced up from under his eyelashes, a smirk curling up onto his lips.

Kurogane actually blushed but managed to choke out, "What makes you think I'm even enjoying talking to you?"

The smile dropped, "Perhaps not then."

Kurogane nearly kicked himself for letting that hint of a smile slip through his fingers. An actual one would be quite beautiful he decided. In answer to the question he replied, "I'm babysitting my younger sister."

A minuscule chuckled tumbled from Fai's lips. It was a nice sound, reminding Kurogane of bells or perhaps a summer breeze. But what was so funny?

"So you have a sister complex?" Fai asked casually.

"Please, do tell how you came to that conclusion." Kurogane barked, glaring down at the blonde.

"Oh it's quite simple really. You're not enjoying yourself but you're still here. You're also still here here, meaning you're not begging her to leave so that you can both go home. You want her to enjoy herself correct? I've also noticed that about every five minutes or so you scan the crowd, making sure she's safe I presume?" Fai explained, waving a hand in a lazy gesture.

"You have me all figured out, don't ya?" Kurogane smirked.

"Ah contra, there is much more to you then meets the eye, Kuro-poo. Besides, there's nothing wrong with wanting to look out for a younger sibling. I wish I had such an older brother." Fai stopped abruptly, a strange, lonely gleam flickering across his brow. Kurogane sensed a deeper meaning behind his words, running through the conversation in his head. Something happened to a brother of Fai's possibly?

"You okay?"

Sapphire eyes met ruby. "Yes, please excuse me." There was an awkward pause as both fell into a lapse of silence.

"So who's the lucky lady?" Fai asked, in a somewhat strained, lighter tone.

Kurogane blanched. "Huh?!"

A trickle of a smile shown through Fai's façade at Kurogane's confusion, "Who's your sister?"

Kurogane rubbed the back of his neck in relief, "Oh, her name's Tomoyo."

"Tomoyo?! So you're the big brother in shining armor that she's always talking about?" Fai asked in genuine disbelief. Kurogane looked up is surprise, "You know her?"

The blonde nodded vigorously, "Yeah, she comes around here quite often. Quite a charming girl, if I do say myself."

Kurogane smiled knowingly to himself, "Yeah, she's leaves quite an impression."

They lapsed into silence again, this time a companionable peace, each watching the dance floor before him. Kurogane caught a glance of Tomoyo who had found a dancing partner in a smaller girl with light brown hair and a pink, flowing dress. Fai was making sure no one was drunk enough to cause any unwanted commotion.

A shrill ring tone emanated from Fai's jeans pocket. He visibly drooped as he took out a bright blue cell phone and read the caller I.D. "Ashura," was his greeting.

Kurogane watched in mild concern as Fai nodded mutely to what ever Ashura was telling him. A minute or two later Fai closed the phone with an audile snap and let out a weary sigh. He turned his head to face Kurogane, "It was a pleasure talking to you 'Just Kurogane'. Please excuse me; I have a less then pleased companion to attend too."

Fai turned on his heel, striding towards the back exit of the club. Kurogane watched him go, hips swaying and golden hair flashing with the colored lights. Damn, he still hadn't gotten a smile outta the man.

"Hey Flowright!" he called out. Fai turned around, surprise coloring his face.

"Tomoyo's dragging me out here again next Friday."

Blank expression. Then a crack. Then a hint. And finally a small fleeting flash of a smile. Breathtaking. "Well then, I suppose I shall have to entertain you again then, won't I?"

Kurogane dragged a hand through his jet black hair, "Yeah, I suppose."