A Tsubasa ficlet from Kurogane’s POV. It’s that bit from book 2, where Kurogane’s fighting that fat guy in the sunglasses and he lets slip some of his undying loyalty to Tomoyo. And I just thought “wah” and decided to corrupt that perfect moment with this [gestures humbly]. Please don’t take this fic for truth, ‘cause this is just from my imagination. For all I know, their relationship could be totally different… we’ll just have to wait and see what the Clamp genius’ have in store…

I think this may be the first Kurogane/Tomoyo fic yet… maybe? Semi-ly?

Disclaimer: I don’t own Tsubasa, for that belongs to Clamp, and woe is me.

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It is a matter of honor and pride. I can’t treat it as any other problem, as rude as I may act otherwise. The reason is simple; a man should only serve one person through his entire life. If the bond is broken, it does not mean he should find someone else to serve; it means he is on his own. Am I on my own? Not quite. I doubt even she would manage to stay calm if I decided to leave the palace willingly. But then again, with someone like her, you can’t be sure. After all, she sure didn’t seem very perplexed when sending me into some other godforsaken universe. Thanks to her, I’m bound to wander the universes with a boy, a comatose girl, an albino magician, and a giant, animated manju.

If it were anyone else but she who put me to this, I would have already sworn to put her through some nasty, painful death. Instead, I think I’ll hold off on the threats until I get back. And then I’ll whisper them to her softly and slowly while looking into her endless violet eyes. She would smile, laugh a little, her black hair would sway and she would agree.

 “Yes, but not today, Kurogane. I have a full schedule and I cannot stop for death, even you.”

She is infuriating in her utter calmness, her ability to treat everything with a light, almost careless air. It is this lightness that attracts so many enemies for they underestimate her, but it is the power underneath that draws the demons.      From the day she ascended the throne, I was appointed to protect her from the monsters her power lures from the dark. I was only twelve, and she was barely three. At the time, I’d a great pride in my position. I had a giant sword, especially made for me, and I was the only one not part of her royal family allowed to address her in name, if only in private. For years, I was as devoted a servant as any, obeying every silent command, ever deferential. Then one day, an especially sly demon somehow broke into the palace, despite the curtains of spells the mages had hung. I was immediately notified, and in near panic, ran towards her throne room. I got there in time- in time to see her calmly flick her orb of magic at the demon that disintegrated immediately. She turned to me, and smiled.

          “You’re late, Kurogane,” she admonished, and though she was smiling, I knew she was unhappy with my performance.

          It was from that day on that I turned rebel. I didn’t wait for the demons anymore. I hunted them down, slayed them mercilessly, and there was a release in the killing. She was right when she said I killed needlessly, but she doesn’t understand that I killed for reason. I’ve seen her power. I know I’m useless next to her. She doesn’t need my protection and efforts anymore; she proved that with a flick of her fingers. What could I do after that but destroy those that would attack her, so that she wouldn’t have to show that terrifying supremacy again? But in the end, she tired of my ways, and sent me off, sinking through a hole in the ground and in front of all the court, no less. How mortifying.

          Oh, someday, I’ll go back, and prove to her that I am an incorrigible, and I know she won’t give up on me. She might even try something different and even more insufferable-like sending me to accompany one of her air headed ladies-in-waiting someplace. Unfortunately for her, I sure as hell don’t plan on changing anytime soon.

 Maybe she will never see that I did what I did for her.

But I’m pretty sure she knows just as well as I do.

“I only serve the Princess Tomoyo.” 

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Tell me what you think? Is it horrible? Acceptable? Should I just scrap it and bury it under a boulder?