yet another oneshot from yours turely. inspired by the cover art of vol. 12 of the manga. i didn't want to call it tart suit, but with the whole "titles must be appropiate for all age groups" thing, i decided against my original title (which is bellow). i mean, i don't want to get booted off because of a lousy oneshot. so yeah, enjoy.
Dislcaimer: monokuro boo owns tsubasa!!
Slut Suit
"That outfit makes you look like a slut." Kurogane barked after glancing at Fai before going back to his manga.
"My uniform? Really? I hadn't noticed." Fai said voice sugar-coated in near sarcasm. He twirled experimentally in the middle of the threadbare living room rug. Kurogane's eye twitched, his brain not willing to give into the temptation of indulging in his peripheral vision.
If he had, he would have been treated to the willowy man in an odd slate grey leotard with a mock turtle neck and odd white detailing where it might clasp. Long white gloves snaked up his arms until halfway between his shoulder and elbow and a matching white belt was draped over his hips. But what really made this outfit inappropriate was the boots. There had to be something immoral about wearing high thigh length boots. The only part of the wizard's outfit Kurogane approved of was the gun and holster strapped near the top of one of those sinful boots.
"Oh come on Kuro-pin, it's not that bad." Fai said, flopping on the couch beside the ninja. The furniture creaked under the minimal weight, too tired and old to bother trying to support anything. "It's better than that outfit you're wearing." The wizard continued, nodding to Kurogane's outfit, which was split into two, one side white, the other black, jointed by similiar "clasps" as Fai's suit. The same could be said for his pants and belt. But a white cloak usually covered it all, held in place by a bright red rope/clasp.
"My clothes are fine." Kurogane said, turning away from his manga for the first time that evening, "and don't call me any of those stupid names." He added with a growl.
"But Kuro-wu, how can you expect to move quickly under this heavy thing?" Fai asked, grabbing the cloak in question from its resting place on the back of the couch (which squeaked its thanks) and swirling it around his shoulders, pretending to droop under the weight.
"Give that back!" Kurogane snapped at Fai, tossing his manga down and trying to snatch the article of clothing back, unsuccessful as Fai dodged his hand, nimble despite his complaints.
"I'm the dreadful Kuro-ding, fear me!" he mock-frowned from his place (Kurogane's old place) cross-legged and cross-armed on the couch.
"Fine, keep it, I'd rather see you in that than in that…outfit." Kurogane said, spitting out that last word.
"How sweet, Kuro-pai cares." Fai cooed,
"I don't care, but it's just plain stupid to wear something like that in this world." Kurogane retorted, tossing a hand up at the barred window.
Fai tilted his head and gave a closed mouth smile. The other side of the window represented much of this new world, decaying and filled with the dregs of society. And yes, wandering around wearing a skin tight outfit wasn't the smartest thing to do; the morals of man had worn down enough that it was remarkably suicidal.
"But Kuro-toe, you need it too." Fai purred, drinking in the sight of the taller man in comfortably tight leather.
"Not as much as you do." Kurogane said, flopping on Fai's old spot (much to the displeasure of the couch)
"So does that mean that Kuro-moo think I'm pretty enough to hide?" Fai asked coyly, leaning against Kurogane and smirking eerily.
"I've seen someone here try to feel up the pork bun." Kurogane deadpanned. Fai sighed and flopped onto the closest armrest, meaning he was lying across Kurogane's lap. Kurogane, for his part, pretended not to notice he had the gangly wizard across his lap, and was doing a damn good job of it. They stayed like that for a while, the only sounds being breathing and the occasionally page turn from the ninja.
"I have an idea,"
Fai finally said, breaking the comfortable silence, "Kuro-roe can
pretend to be my boyfriend!"
"W-What?!?" Kurogane
spluttered, "What are you going on about you stupid mage!"
"Your cloak, if you wear it but come with me, then we'll both be safe!" Fai said, turning until he was lying on his back, look up at Kurogane's face. The face above him was still staring at the open book, but the eyes weren't moving, just staring blankly at the page. Fai sighed; sure he had stepped over some invisible line should have put his foot in his mouth. He started getting up before a small, usually insignificant word stopped him.
"Sure"
That little, offhand word from the man above him caused Fai to freeze, momentarily wondering if the ninja wasn't pulling his chain. Then he remembered that Kuro-dan didn't have a funny bone in his body. He sat up and gave said Kuro-ten an exaggerated kiss on the cheek before giggling and flopping back down. Kurogane, for his part, was a touch shocked before he recognized a very familiar and a very, very interesting smell on the wizard.
"Are you drunk?!?!"
ta da! what do you think? (listens intently) really? wait, i can't read your mind. so tell by pressing the pretty purple...putton:p