The sadness of KuroFai. 5 words over the standard 100-word drabble.

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When the mage moves, his body flows like water, like something undeniably fluid, inhuman.

"How does he do that?" Kurogane doesn't say, but his eyes flick over, anyways. Glancing, always glancing, but never really doing anything that might break his fragile companion--

(like glass, anyway, like empty mirrors)

--he watches, but says nothing. Nothing will happen between them. Nothing should happen between them, and as Kurogane watches, Fai notices--

(don't)

--and smiles, but the ninja stalks off as always. And as always, Fai turns back, his smile a hundredth of an inch less, his voice a little less cheerful, his eyes a little less blue.