Hey guys, Em front and center. So this time I thought I'd try may hand at a chapter fic. . . and I'm praying to the gods that it goes well- that and our Kuro-sama isn't too out of character. But anyway, this is an AU one ('cause I end up reading a ton of those and that makes my thinking go wacky)and it might, just might have some OC's in it (not the 1st and 2nd chapters but you know that things happen. . .) But I promise to do my best!
To those people who read my Hikaoru fanfics: I'm sorry! I've been reading Tsubasa for like the 80th time (no joke) and I've just been in a CLAMP mood! (which means all I've been writing are Kurofai's and KazaRikuo's)
Other works in progress: I'm currently working on this one- the chaptered thing, a Kaza x Rikuo one that has to do with a piano, and two other oneshot CLAMP ones- one Fai, and the other Kuro (which will make sense after I publish them) I PROMISE to work on some Hikaoru ones soon, but please bere/bear/hang with me a little longer! Thanks!
Anyway, Read, Review, and Fangirl on!
Warning: AU, 'M', Yaoi soon (I promise), implied rape, alcohol, I mean it's set in a bar! Swearing, abuse, the works. All of this is in the description.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to CLAMP. . . blah, blah, blah, please sell them to me, but in the meantime this is fanfiction so I reserve the right to mess around with them all I like until I get sued.
"For the moments that I have missed, I've reached through the hours to find them. For every missing beat of your heart I feel my own beat twice as hard. To make up for the places in me that I have lost when yooooou arrrrennn't herrrrre.
Please help me flyyyyyy, with these clipped wings that bleed continuously. Please help me breatttttthhhh, with these lungs that cannot fill. Please help me lovvvvveee, with this heart that's been shattered for all my life. Please help me fly.
I ache for you but you're no longer herrrrre. I wait every passing moment for you to return to mee_ee. But I know that that'll never happennn because your soul has passed onnnn. I'm just kneeling here- staring at a blank floor holding my red stained hands in front of my no longer innocent eyessss_s.
Make me a promise of your love and I might just learn to flyyyyyy. But please- pleaaaassse, don't leeeeeaaaaaaveeee meeeeeeeeee. . ."
My voice rings out the last chords and the crowd is deathly quiet for a second before applause breaks out in the small room. I had worked for this bar for long enough that I was given my own special nights to sing- not just sit and look pretty, doing the occasional thing for a costumer who knows the correct way to buy an evening with moi. Ashura figured it was a good thing that he had decided to let me sing- it brought in the extra dough for him, and it allowed me to stay away from his fist when he got drunk in the back and needed a punching bag/sex toy.
"Fai-kun, Fai-kun!" I hear a small voice get progressively louder as it moves toward me at my spot to the far left of the stage.
"Yes, Chi-chan? What is it?" I answer carefully. Chi is Ashura's baby-doll- his fourteen year old daughter who he doted over constantly. One wrong move in front of her could make sure that I'd be bruised and sexually abused for the next month.
Chi stops in front of me and places her hands on her hips, "Silly Fai-kun," I inadvertently flinch at the suffix used on my name- she only called me 'Fai-kun' when she wanted something from me, "I just wanted to tell you that I really liked that song you sang, but. . ." she trailed off.
"Yes?"
She grins wickedly, "But I think there's something else you could do that's even better." And with that comment Chi picks up my hand and places it on her right breast- holding it there. I stand still knowing that if I stay silent and in-complacent long enough she'll find me boring and leave me alone. The alcohol was effecting her better judgment. Even she knew that if Ashura caught her doing this to me she'd be beaten- hard. Being a favorite of Ashura had its perks, but all the negative crap about it outweighed the positive in any way. In fact, not being able to be molested and raped by other men without proper payment was a positive upon itself.
Chi tries for another few moments to get me to fondle her, and when it doesn't work she stalks off in a huff to screw some other guy. With a deep sigh of relief I walk through the crowd, past the bar, and into the 'employees only' room before I stop because of a shiver on my spine. Turning quickly I scan the room- no Ashura. So who is it. . . I wonder when my eyes fall on Mr. Tall, dark, and handsome in the least lit corner of the bar. His red eyes pierce me and I involuntarily shiver once again.
Before I've really realized what I've done I flounce over to the vacant seat next to him and lean against the bar in my best 'sexy' manor. He merely glances at me before he goes back to his saké.
"Hey Mr. Black," I say, referring to his attire, "I could tell you were looking at me even from across the room. Is there something you want from Fai," I scoot closer and run a hand over his leg in a seductive manor- keeping a smile on my face as I cringe inside at his answer. It was my job to ask, and I know I did my job well, "'cause I don't mind giving it," I move until I'm flush against him and my hand is on his thigh- right next to his member, "I'll make you feel reeeaally good. . ." I trail off waiting for his answer. After what seems like an eternity he responds.
"Are you an idiot?" He asks blatantly.
I slight shock I remove my hand from his body and move back to once again lean against the counter, "What makes you think that?" I ask- still smiling at him.
"I wasn't the one watching you- it was the guy in front of the bartender, who obviously wants to get laid."
"But you looked at me."
"The guy looks crazy desperate and I wanted to know who the victim was gonna' be. Just happened to look at you as you caught sight of me." Mr. Black shrugs.
"But Mr. Black," I say as sweetly as I can, "you're sitting over here, most guys would kill to get this spot- extra favors come with it," I run my hand along his thigh again.
"Just sat down and to have a drink- I don't exactly like bright lights," I knew he was referring to the brights lights of the stage. . . wait a minute! Did you just call me Mr. Black?!"
"Yep!"
"My name is Kurogane!"
"Kuro-tan then!"
"No! Kurogane!"
"Kuro-rin?"
"Just Kurogane."
I shake my head as he gives me a menacing look, "I like Kuro-nicknames best, I won't be stopping now."
He growls and looks like he's ready to pounce when a cold hand rests itself on my shoulder, "Fai, you wouldn't be bothering the customers would you?"
I freeze at his words. I don't even have to turn around to know that it's Ashura, "No sir." I whisper.
Kuro-pii looks strangely at me and then turns his attention to Ashura, "He's not bothering me," Kuro-shu says slowly- as if choosing every word as if in deep thought, "in fact you are bothering me more than he is. I can take my business somewhere else- if that's your goal."
Ashura's hand tightens and I hold back a wince, "Of course not sir, please take your time." then turning to me he whispers in my ear, "We'll discuss this later Fai. . ." he trailed off as he disappeared back into the crowd.
Suppressing a shudder I jump up onto the bar stool, "You shouldn't have done that." I tell Kuro-rinta- not looking at him.
"Not even a thanks?" Kuronpi grumbles, looking at me.
"Thanks," I respond, "but you shouldn't have done that."
"Why not? The guy was being a total asshole, he deserved it." Kuro-tu said simply.
I sigh and finally turn my gaze to his, "That 'asshole' you're referring to happens to be my boss, and you just guaranteed me a promised hell later."
"I know who he is- not many people don't. But what the fuck do you mean by 'hell'?"
I keep silent and turn my eyes back to the floor- collecting myself before I look up at Kuro-chuu again, another forced smile on my face, "Weeelll that doesn't matter, Kuro-gruff~! But unless you changed your mind about this," I stand up and wiggle my butt slightly, "then my shift is over and I'm gonna' go take a nice looooong nap~!"
"I don't plan on doing that." Kuro-tan scowls.
"Well, I'll be here if Kuro-love ever changes his mind~!"
I turn and walk away as I hear his voice just reach me, "My name is KUROGANE! And like HELL I'm coming back!"
Laughing I enter the break room, just to be shoved up against the wall by my employer- his lips crashing to mine in an angry rage. I allow him to ravage me, my hands limp at my sides. It's better to let his anger ride it's course. I've made the mistake of fighting him, and I had a hard time moving any part of my body (save my face) for the next few weeks.
Dragging me into the back room he pushes me down on the bed that he uses for his guests that know the special words. As I'm stripped I think of Kuro-kun. How nice it would be if he comes back and talks to me again. How wonderful it would be if he would smile at me if he ever came back. How unbelievable it would be if he ended up being the person that is supposed to take me away from this utter, miserable hell. But fairy tales never come true, if they did my prince charming would have some years ago.
Hope you guys liked it! I'm seriously nervous to publish it, but 'oh well'. Please review: I eat them up and blush and fangirl so don' be shy.
Remember I'm also taking requests on what to write- so if there's a pairing you enjoy and want me to write a fanfiction just review or shoot me a PM and tell me the pairing, the plotish thing, the manga/anime they're from, and if you want a senario. I do reserve the right of refusal, but if I do decide to write it and I don't know what it is I will Mangahere it, wikipedia it, wiki it, and possibly watch it until I feel I can write it!
And the song at the beginning is made up but the tune is closely related to Josh Groban's You Raise Me Up. (And he's coming to NM! Yes!)
Thanks!