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taotrooper) wrote2009-06-20 12:10 am
taotrooper) wrote2009-06-20 12:10 am
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The tame of the fox
Watanuki never knew he liked animals before he was adopted by the pipe fox –yes, he didn’t adopt the little fellow: it was the other way around.
Sure, the fox tickled like mad when it climbed all over his body like a fuzzy snake, sometimes even underneath the uniform, ending with him feeling its warm fur against his cheek. Presumable in the part where its face was, or at least he hoped so. The eyes were so small and unexpressive.
And of course, it was so bothersome when it was in its large side. The menacing claws holding onto him, occasionally sinking in his flesh; the weight of the white mass on his shoulders, which made him fall down when it hugged him lethal yet tenderly. Let’s not forget the stupid cold nose, either.
However, weeks later and a couple of life-saving situations later, he had gotten used to its quirks and displays of affection. He wouldn’t scream anymore when something furry twirled around his neck while he was cooking. Sometimes, if he was in a very good mood, he’d scratch the tiny head, welcoming.
It was cute, somehow.
Watanuki had never had any pets before. Now he really wanted to.
The witch and the little onmyouji master
“It cannot be done?” The old lady pleaded to the Witch of Dimension.
“I am afraid not,” Yuuko said with sad eyes, glancing at the cup she was holding, “the fact your grandson received the marks of the Sakurazukamori was something meant to be. Hitsuzen, Sumeragi-sama. The fate of that child is so complex it cannot be altered. The balance of this world could be compromised. This wish I can’t grant.”
“I see… But he’s so young…” The twelfth head of the clan twisted the cup in her hand, according to the tea ceremony manners. Yuuko did the same.
“If it comforts you, I can tell he’ll live for much more years than you give him credit for. His future, however, won’t be nice.”
“Thank you, Ichihara-dono. For your wise words and for bothering to come to this dimension for my sake.”
“And I thank you for the tea ceremony. It was lovely.”
***
Yuuko walked through the Sumeragi manor, her kimono fluttering with her movements. She was in Kyoto, but not her Kyoto. That world was so similar to the one she lived in it was disturbing.
She felt the presence of the boy in the garden. It was extraordinary, alright.
She put a pair of geta on, and went to the wooden bridge he was standing on. He was wearing the white ceremonial robes of the onmyouji, with black gloves covering his cursed hands, and his eyes were fixed on the koi pond.
“Hello, Subaru-kun.”
The boy raised his head. His green eyes were filled with tears.
“How do you know my name? Grandmother told me not to talk to strangers ever again.”
“Oh, but I came here because your grams summoned me,” she smiled and crouched to his level. “What’s the matter? Why are you crying, sweety?”
“I was doing a job… and I had to exorcise a little girl’s ghost… and she was crying because she wanted to see her mommy, but her mommy didn’t live in that house any longer, and I didn’t know what to do, and I had to send her to Heaven and…” He couldn’t continue. He sobbed. Yuuko handed him a handkerchief.
“Poor thing.” She said, sympathetically. The boy was so cute, and yet so doomed. “You have splendid powers, and yet, your personality is too fragile for your career.”
“What--- what does ‘fragile’ means?”
“It means you can break like a jug, cutie! You know, Subaru-kun. Can I tell you a secret?”
“Yeah?”
“I have a shop. I provide a service like you do. And during the first years, when I wasn’t used to, I tended to depress over the clients who’d suffer over their wishes. I was stronger and older than you, though, so I could handle it better than you.”
“And what did you do?” The kid was listening to her with attention.
“I drank to forget. I don’t advise you to do that, though. It’ll destroy your liver and your grandma will kill me for suggesting it to you.”
“Then what can I do?”
“How about you do things you like?”
“I like to play with Hokuto-chan! Ah, but I have to train without her… well… I love animals!” Subaru grinned.
Yuuko laughed.
“I’m fond of them, too, actually.”
European chocolate
They were sitting in the same spots at the park: Watanuki on the fox, Yuuko on the cat in front of him. Separating them were the bento boxes, a bottle of sake and a couple of beer cans. In any moment, Doumeki would arrive and sit on the tiger.
“So, did you make the chocolate cake, Watanuki?”
“Yeah! And don’t let me bore you with the difficulties to find a supermarket in the neighborhood open on Sunday with imported bitter chocolate, just to suit your whims!”
“Oh, then I won’t,” she grinned. Watanuki growled at her.
“About chocolate, did you know…?”
They turned around. A junior high school student was besides them, and pointing the sky with his finger.
“Huh?”
“A long time ago, chocolate was very dangerous and kids weren't supposed to eat it. They put good tasting drugs in chocolate, and it made you feel good when you ate it. It was big trouble, especially on Valentine’s Day.”
“Okay…” Watanuki waved the story with his hand, while Yuuko seemed amused.
“It’s true! I have a friend in England who told me he has read about the chocolate ban on European History books. Eating white chocolate and almond chocolate were serious crimes, and they were punished with--- agh! Chiharu-chan!”
A brunette girl around his age had appeared out of nowhere, and was suddenly pulling the boy’s ear. She bowed to Yuuko and Watanuki without letting the boy go.
“I’m really sorry, madam, sempai. Please excuse my boyfriend. He likes to lie to people and annoy them.”
“He wasn’t annoying us,” Yuuko said.
“Well, actually he was somehow… And the lie was too obvious…” Watanuki started.
“Let’s go, Yamazaki-kun!” She dragged him, to Watanuki’s dismay. They could still hear them while they went away. “How many times do I have to tell you to leave strangers alone? You’re not a child anymore!”
“This wasn’t a lie. Hiiragizawa-kun did---“
“Hiiragizawa-kun is worse than you! He was subtle, but his imagination is ten times worst! How long are you going to keep emailing him? For God’s sake…”
“Hiiragizawa, eh?” Yuuko raised an eyebrow. “It figures. That’s the kind of weird stories that bastard of Clow liked.”
“Clow?” Watanuki stared. “Mokona’s co-creator? What did that guy have to do with chocolate?”
“Nevermind, Watanuki. Nevermind…”
Watanuki never knew he liked animals before he was adopted by the pipe fox –yes, he didn’t adopt the little fellow: it was the other way around.
Sure, the fox tickled like mad when it climbed all over his body like a fuzzy snake, sometimes even underneath the uniform, ending with him feeling its warm fur against his cheek. Presumable in the part where its face was, or at least he hoped so. The eyes were so small and unexpressive.
And of course, it was so bothersome when it was in its large side. The menacing claws holding onto him, occasionally sinking in his flesh; the weight of the white mass on his shoulders, which made him fall down when it hugged him lethal yet tenderly. Let’s not forget the stupid cold nose, either.
However, weeks later and a couple of life-saving situations later, he had gotten used to its quirks and displays of affection. He wouldn’t scream anymore when something furry twirled around his neck while he was cooking. Sometimes, if he was in a very good mood, he’d scratch the tiny head, welcoming.
It was cute, somehow.
Watanuki had never had any pets before. Now he really wanted to.
The witch and the little onmyouji master
“It cannot be done?” The old lady pleaded to the Witch of Dimension.
“I am afraid not,” Yuuko said with sad eyes, glancing at the cup she was holding, “the fact your grandson received the marks of the Sakurazukamori was something meant to be. Hitsuzen, Sumeragi-sama. The fate of that child is so complex it cannot be altered. The balance of this world could be compromised. This wish I can’t grant.”
“I see… But he’s so young…” The twelfth head of the clan twisted the cup in her hand, according to the tea ceremony manners. Yuuko did the same.
“If it comforts you, I can tell he’ll live for much more years than you give him credit for. His future, however, won’t be nice.”
“Thank you, Ichihara-dono. For your wise words and for bothering to come to this dimension for my sake.”
“And I thank you for the tea ceremony. It was lovely.”
***
Yuuko walked through the Sumeragi manor, her kimono fluttering with her movements. She was in Kyoto, but not her Kyoto. That world was so similar to the one she lived in it was disturbing.
She felt the presence of the boy in the garden. It was extraordinary, alright.
She put a pair of geta on, and went to the wooden bridge he was standing on. He was wearing the white ceremonial robes of the onmyouji, with black gloves covering his cursed hands, and his eyes were fixed on the koi pond.
“Hello, Subaru-kun.”
The boy raised his head. His green eyes were filled with tears.
“How do you know my name? Grandmother told me not to talk to strangers ever again.”
“Oh, but I came here because your grams summoned me,” she smiled and crouched to his level. “What’s the matter? Why are you crying, sweety?”
“I was doing a job… and I had to exorcise a little girl’s ghost… and she was crying because she wanted to see her mommy, but her mommy didn’t live in that house any longer, and I didn’t know what to do, and I had to send her to Heaven and…” He couldn’t continue. He sobbed. Yuuko handed him a handkerchief.
“Poor thing.” She said, sympathetically. The boy was so cute, and yet so doomed. “You have splendid powers, and yet, your personality is too fragile for your career.”
“What--- what does ‘fragile’ means?”
“It means you can break like a jug, cutie! You know, Subaru-kun. Can I tell you a secret?”
“Yeah?”
“I have a shop. I provide a service like you do. And during the first years, when I wasn’t used to, I tended to depress over the clients who’d suffer over their wishes. I was stronger and older than you, though, so I could handle it better than you.”
“And what did you do?” The kid was listening to her with attention.
“I drank to forget. I don’t advise you to do that, though. It’ll destroy your liver and your grandma will kill me for suggesting it to you.”
“Then what can I do?”
“How about you do things you like?”
“I like to play with Hokuto-chan! Ah, but I have to train without her… well… I love animals!” Subaru grinned.
Yuuko laughed.
“I’m fond of them, too, actually.”
European chocolate
They were sitting in the same spots at the park: Watanuki on the fox, Yuuko on the cat in front of him. Separating them were the bento boxes, a bottle of sake and a couple of beer cans. In any moment, Doumeki would arrive and sit on the tiger.
“So, did you make the chocolate cake, Watanuki?”
“Yeah! And don’t let me bore you with the difficulties to find a supermarket in the neighborhood open on Sunday with imported bitter chocolate, just to suit your whims!”
“Oh, then I won’t,” she grinned. Watanuki growled at her.
“About chocolate, did you know…?”
They turned around. A junior high school student was besides them, and pointing the sky with his finger.
“Huh?”
“A long time ago, chocolate was very dangerous and kids weren't supposed to eat it. They put good tasting drugs in chocolate, and it made you feel good when you ate it. It was big trouble, especially on Valentine’s Day.”
“Okay…” Watanuki waved the story with his hand, while Yuuko seemed amused.
“It’s true! I have a friend in England who told me he has read about the chocolate ban on European History books. Eating white chocolate and almond chocolate were serious crimes, and they were punished with--- agh! Chiharu-chan!”
A brunette girl around his age had appeared out of nowhere, and was suddenly pulling the boy’s ear. She bowed to Yuuko and Watanuki without letting the boy go.
“I’m really sorry, madam, sempai. Please excuse my boyfriend. He likes to lie to people and annoy them.”
“He wasn’t annoying us,” Yuuko said.
“Well, actually he was somehow… And the lie was too obvious…” Watanuki started.
“Let’s go, Yamazaki-kun!” She dragged him, to Watanuki’s dismay. They could still hear them while they went away. “How many times do I have to tell you to leave strangers alone? You’re not a child anymore!”
“This wasn’t a lie. Hiiragizawa-kun did---“
“Hiiragizawa-kun is worse than you! He was subtle, but his imagination is ten times worst! How long are you going to keep emailing him? For God’s sake…”
“Hiiragizawa, eh?” Yuuko raised an eyebrow. “It figures. That’s the kind of weird stories that bastard of Clow liked.”
“Clow?” Watanuki stared. “Mokona’s co-creator? What did that guy have to do with chocolate?”
“Nevermind, Watanuki. Nevermind…”