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Picking Feathers Off (Kurogane gen)
Title: Picking Feathers Off
Length: 264 words
Fandom: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle
Pairing: group gen; Kurogane-focused
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
31_days_exchnge: 24. next comes the realist phase; Kuro, Fai, Syaoran, Sakura: at world's end for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
amorphic
Other: AU; PG for bloody imagery
Excerpt: They've been in worlds like this, worlds where Tokyo lay dark and fallow and sandy and lost.
They've been in worlds like this, worlds where Tokyo lay dark and fallow and sandy and lost. But there was something different about this one.
"Where are all the people?" Sakura asks softly. She sees the signs of habitation-- the stretching skyscrapers, the blinking signs, the way the city seems to hold its breath in anticipation.
Kurogane opens his mouth, and then shuts it. He sees the signs of the ending-- the blood spatter that has crusted into the sewer drains, the meals abandoned to rot on outdoor cafe tables, the utter silence of the birds. He wonders where all the people have gone, too-- because he wonders who or what has dragged all of the bodies off the street.
Syaoran's fist tightens, and he does not answer. Fai blinks and looks around for a bright distraction. Mokona tucks itself closer to Kurogane's neck, and he sighs.
He wishes she could retain her innocence, but they are far beyond the place where they can afford such things.
"I think they are dead," he says gently, and her sharp gasp stabs him, but he stands still. She scuffs her foot a moment, disturbing rocks and something that looks disturbingly like a whole toenail. He gazes at it and hopes she doesn't notice, because realism is one thing, and horror is another.
"B... but is there a feather here?" she asks, voice shaky, and when Mokona nods, his heart sinks a little.
They will find the feather, and the cause, soon enough. He's realistic enough to know that they will probably be the same.
Length: 264 words
Fandom: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle
Pairing: group gen; Kurogane-focused
Prompt:
31_days_exchnge: 24. next comes the realist phase; Kuro, Fai, Syaoran, Sakura: at world's end for amorphicOther: AU; PG for bloody imagery
Excerpt: They've been in worlds like this, worlds where Tokyo lay dark and fallow and sandy and lost.
They've been in worlds like this, worlds where Tokyo lay dark and fallow and sandy and lost. But there was something different about this one.
"Where are all the people?" Sakura asks softly. She sees the signs of habitation-- the stretching skyscrapers, the blinking signs, the way the city seems to hold its breath in anticipation.
Kurogane opens his mouth, and then shuts it. He sees the signs of the ending-- the blood spatter that has crusted into the sewer drains, the meals abandoned to rot on outdoor cafe tables, the utter silence of the birds. He wonders where all the people have gone, too-- because he wonders who or what has dragged all of the bodies off the street.
Syaoran's fist tightens, and he does not answer. Fai blinks and looks around for a bright distraction. Mokona tucks itself closer to Kurogane's neck, and he sighs.
He wishes she could retain her innocence, but they are far beyond the place where they can afford such things.
"I think they are dead," he says gently, and her sharp gasp stabs him, but he stands still. She scuffs her foot a moment, disturbing rocks and something that looks disturbingly like a whole toenail. He gazes at it and hopes she doesn't notice, because realism is one thing, and horror is another.
"B... but is there a feather here?" she asks, voice shaky, and when Mokona nods, his heart sinks a little.
They will find the feather, and the cause, soon enough. He's realistic enough to know that they will probably be the same.
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