Hair Care [Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle | G | Kurogane/Syaoran]
Title: Hair Care
By: worblehat
Fandom: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle
Pairing: Kurogane/Syaoran
Rating: G
Summary: Kurogane gets distracted by Syaoran's hair.
Notes: Written for sionnain's challenge on her journal: Write your pairing/moresome/character of choice bathing/grooming in some way. So I picked this pairing.
Word Count: 592
"It's fine to leave your hair the way it is."
Syaoran turns around, surprised. Kurogane stands in the doorway, hands folded across his chest. He looks grumpy, but regal, in the clothes provided by the king in this new world.
"Kurogane-san," says Syaoran, smiling. He reaches up towards his hair, feathering it uncertainly. "Are you sure it's all right like this? I thought maybe I should wet it."
Kurogane grunts and walks over, swatting Syaoran's hand away. "I said it's fine, didn't I?"
"But-"
"Don't you trust my advice?"
Syaoran looks up at him, his eyes wide. "Of course I do."
"So... keep it the way it is," says Kurogane. He grimaces when Syaoran nods. The smaller boy reminds him of a puppy sometimes. It's in his eyes, in the way he looks at the girl - but also in the way he looks at Kurogane sometimes when they're training.
He doesn't really like puppies that much. All smaller animals are kind of annoying, since for some unknown reason, they all like to sniff and lick and generally show affection for him when he'd rather just be left alone. So it's weird, he thinks, that he doesn't mind it so much when Syaoran smiles at him like that.
Maybe it's because of the way Syaoran fights. Even when he's standing, Kurogane can see traces of warrior beneath the polite, helpful stance. It's in Fay's frame, too - but Fay is sneakier, not honest like Syaoran.
"... Kurogane-san?"
The hesitant tone makes him look down. His hands have betrayed him, sliding through the brown locks of Syaoran's head. He freezes, a horrified look on his face.
"Do you think I should do something about my hair after all?"
"N-No," coughs Kurogane, retracting his hand. "I just got..." Carried away? "Distracted."
Syaoran frowns. "Distracted?" he repeats. "With what?"
"Huh? Nothing." Kurogane hates feeling like this, and it's been happening more and more: that unsure, excited, hopeful feeling. The pit of his stomach burns, in a way that's different from the heat he feels when he's fighting or trying to lop off someone's arm.
He looks at Syaoran again, then realises this is a bad idea and looks away. His cheeks feel warmer as he grumbles: "Shouldn't you be heading towards the dining room? You don't want to be late."
"Oh!" Syaoran grins up and thanks him before running out the door.
Alone, Kurogane sighs. This isn't like him. He hopes that he can get over it soon. Anyone with eyes could see how devoted Syaoran is to the princess. It's become his own mission now, too, to get her memories back. It's best if he can focus on that and not some lovesick-
"Come on, Kurogane-san!" says Syaoran just before their hands meet and Kurogane is being tugged along. They stop short, just in front of the entrance to the lavish room.
"Oi - let go, kid!" he says gruffly, trying to take his arm back.
"Sorry, Kurogane-san," says Syaoran. He pauses then, closing his eyes. Kurogane wants to ask what he's doing, but just watches. When Syaoran's eyes open, there is an intensity Kurogane has seen before - just not usually directed at him.
The sharpness in Syaoran's eyes fades into gentle happiness. "You smell nice," he says.
"........... Huh?"
But Syaoran doesn't hear his reply and walks ahead while Kurogane stays back, just for a moment, leaning against the wall.
He'll be damned if he walks into a room blushing.
By: worblehat
Fandom: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle
Pairing: Kurogane/Syaoran
Rating: G
Summary: Kurogane gets distracted by Syaoran's hair.
Notes: Written for sionnain's challenge on her journal: Write your pairing/moresome/character of choice bathing/grooming in some way. So I picked this pairing.
Word Count: 592
"It's fine to leave your hair the way it is."
Syaoran turns around, surprised. Kurogane stands in the doorway, hands folded across his chest. He looks grumpy, but regal, in the clothes provided by the king in this new world.
"Kurogane-san," says Syaoran, smiling. He reaches up towards his hair, feathering it uncertainly. "Are you sure it's all right like this? I thought maybe I should wet it."
Kurogane grunts and walks over, swatting Syaoran's hand away. "I said it's fine, didn't I?"
"But-"
"Don't you trust my advice?"
Syaoran looks up at him, his eyes wide. "Of course I do."
"So... keep it the way it is," says Kurogane. He grimaces when Syaoran nods. The smaller boy reminds him of a puppy sometimes. It's in his eyes, in the way he looks at the girl - but also in the way he looks at Kurogane sometimes when they're training.
He doesn't really like puppies that much. All smaller animals are kind of annoying, since for some unknown reason, they all like to sniff and lick and generally show affection for him when he'd rather just be left alone. So it's weird, he thinks, that he doesn't mind it so much when Syaoran smiles at him like that.
Maybe it's because of the way Syaoran fights. Even when he's standing, Kurogane can see traces of warrior beneath the polite, helpful stance. It's in Fay's frame, too - but Fay is sneakier, not honest like Syaoran.
"... Kurogane-san?"
The hesitant tone makes him look down. His hands have betrayed him, sliding through the brown locks of Syaoran's head. He freezes, a horrified look on his face.
"Do you think I should do something about my hair after all?"
"N-No," coughs Kurogane, retracting his hand. "I just got..." Carried away? "Distracted."
Syaoran frowns. "Distracted?" he repeats. "With what?"
"Huh? Nothing." Kurogane hates feeling like this, and it's been happening more and more: that unsure, excited, hopeful feeling. The pit of his stomach burns, in a way that's different from the heat he feels when he's fighting or trying to lop off someone's arm.
He looks at Syaoran again, then realises this is a bad idea and looks away. His cheeks feel warmer as he grumbles: "Shouldn't you be heading towards the dining room? You don't want to be late."
"Oh!" Syaoran grins up and thanks him before running out the door.
Alone, Kurogane sighs. This isn't like him. He hopes that he can get over it soon. Anyone with eyes could see how devoted Syaoran is to the princess. It's become his own mission now, too, to get her memories back. It's best if he can focus on that and not some lovesick-
"Come on, Kurogane-san!" says Syaoran just before their hands meet and Kurogane is being tugged along. They stop short, just in front of the entrance to the lavish room.
"Oi - let go, kid!" he says gruffly, trying to take his arm back.
"Sorry, Kurogane-san," says Syaoran. He pauses then, closing his eyes. Kurogane wants to ask what he's doing, but just watches. When Syaoran's eyes open, there is an intensity Kurogane has seen before - just not usually directed at him.
The sharpness in Syaoran's eyes fades into gentle happiness. "You smell nice," he says.
"........... Huh?"
But Syaoran doesn't hear his reply and walks ahead while Kurogane stays back, just for a moment, leaning against the wall.
He'll be damned if he walks into a room blushing.