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[CLAMP AU] Odd family
Title: Odd family
Canon: NOT, alternative universe
Genre: I have no idea. I repeat, this is alternative universe. But there's little romance, little comedy, no action,... there's nothing, really, just description and dialogues. Brain-killer, maybe?
Pairings: Clow/Yuuko
Length: 1457
Summary/justification: Well, as you know, in CLAMPverse there are multiple worlds. So there are several versions of every character. This is the story of one of those Kimihiros, but this one is not cursed with powers, lives in a world 'without' magic, and has a father and a mother (and two cats!) who love him very much. Not your ordinary parents, though. Not HIS parents, period.
I soooo hope your brains will survive to this. I repeat, this is obviously not likely to happen, ever. But it's an AU, so... Don't cheat and overscroll, or you'll spoil yourself.
The boy woke up an hour after sunrise. He got out of his bed, stretched his arms, and took his oval glasses from the little table. Without giving it a lot of thought, he changed his cotton pajamas for the school uniform: a red blazer, black trousers and a stripped tie, over a white shirt. The clothes smelled slightly like mango and tangerine; it was his dad's fault for buying a detergent of the tropical variety.
He went downstairs, straight to the kitchen, and he put an apron -with a drawing of a winged dog on it- on. It was his turn to make breakfast. His father and him would alternate the choirs responsibility. They didn't dare include his mother, because she was a mess, and she'd always burn even toasted bread. But she was a modern woman, focused in her business, more than a housekeeper. So his father would take care of the huge mansion instead.
While he was stirring up the mix, he took a glance around him. There were some magnets on the fridge, shaped like some strange rabbits without nose, that looked more than meat buns than animals. There was a whiteboard hanging on the wall, divided in three parts: one for each family member. He read his part, marked as "Kimihiro", where his chores and pending things were written down with black marker (including his plans of going to the movies with Himawari-chan and Doumeki next Sunday.) The cats were purring in their sleep, in their comfortable baskets. They had two: one fat and orange, and another one furry and silver; his father had bought them when Kimihiro was still a child.
His life was not exactly normal, but there was no way he could feel lonely or unloved. He was quite closed to his dad, who taught him how to cook, and took care of him through all his sixteen years of existence. The man was whimsical, but inventive and interesting, and he respected him very much. His smile was warm, although sometimes sarcastic. His mother was also strange and ambitious, and he could never understand her well. Maybe because she was too much of a woman, a true female hurricane.
She ran a successful antiques shop, which had some exotic furniture from almost every country. She was quite the business woman, and knew perfectly how to sell even to the most exigent client. So she was never home, and had no time to take care of her only son (not that she was the maternal kind anyway.) Her husband did a great part of the job, imparting love and wisdom to the offspring. He was always at home, doing the choirs or just resting on his armchair or writing something on his studio. The wife's job actually paid the bills, but the luxuries and the thick bank account came from his paychecks, so he wasn't maintained by her like you could think. His profession was a novelist, and a rather famous one, as a matter of fact. His books, mostly of the fantasy genre, were sold by millions, and were a pop culture trademark. As you can see, Kimihiro's parents were like opposite poles. They loved to argue just for the sake of it, and they even divorced once and then they remarried 3 years later. An odd couple.
But both of them had a deep mind, which the boy didn't inherit at all. Kimihiro's qualities were more on the noble side than the intellectual one. A fine-raised youth. With a heck of a temper, too.
While he was frying the pancakes, he was suddenly blinded by a black curtain of hair, and a pair of arms surrounded him.
"Good morning, Kimihiro! Mmm, pancakes!"
"Get off me! I'm cooking and I'm going to get burned."
"Don't be so cruel to me, I just wanted to hug you." The beautiful woman sighed and let him go. She was tall and elegant, wearing a red satin dress with butterflies motives and stiletto shoes.
"I know your tricks, mom. What do you want?"
"Well, just a cup of frapuchino, if you please." She sheepishly sniggered at him.
"I knew it... You'll have to wait then, lazy bum, as I only have two arms!"
"Alright, then." Kimihiro's mother sat at the dining table, and hummed a strange song. He ignored her and continued with the breakfast. The silver cat meowed in his sleep, like telling her to shut up.
"Smells good, you've done it again," a deep, amused voice came from the stairs. "Is there strawberry jam on the fridge?"
"No, I checked. There's only blueberry," said the kid. "I'll go to the supermarket this afternoon."
"No need," said the man. "I was going to write on the park today, so I'll go there." Kimihiro looked quite like his father, even with the same sight disease that required them both to wear glasses -the father's were small and rounded, while Kimihiro's were oval-. His jet black hair, slick and long, was tied up in a ponytail, and its colour was the same as his son's. He was still wearing his silk blue pajamas under a red bathrobe. He went directly to the coffee machine.
"You are? Then buy more sake, dear, we're running out of it."
"Write it down the list, Yuuko. And while you're at it, put also the jam, beer, sugar, garlic and eggs."
"Got it. And what about some salmon? I'm in the mood for some."
"If you want." He smiled, and went to the table with three cups of liquid caffeine. Four minutes later, Kimihiro joined his parents with a dish full of pancakes. They gave thanks, as it was the custom, and started eating.
"So, how's book 7 going, dad?"
"I can't give you any clue, not even to you, son. That's a secret." He smiled in mischief. The man was always like that with his works. There was something that made him peculiar over all his fellow writers. At nights, he had strange dreams, like of things that happened in peculiar little worlds inside his head. Faces, names, objects, situations. When awakening, he'd remember everything clearly, and he'd incorporate those elements to his stories. And, sometimes, to reality. Kimihiro's name came from a dream he had about a boy who could see spirits. That story he would never write it, though, as at the dream there was a scary witch who looked a lot like his wife -he had it right when they had a fight, so maybe it was his upset subconscious who altered his fantasy dream-. The cats were named after characters from his books, who were named after his dreams: Keroberos was the orange one, Yue the silver one.
"I hate it when you're like that! You're evil, Clow!" Actually, Yuuko was one of his biggest fans, and was delighted to be able to read his Sakura books before than anybody else. But it was frustrating he would be so secretive even to her! "By the way, are you updating your site this weekend?"
"Yes, it's the spring equinox this Saturday after all. It's about time I put to sleep some rumours, and maybe adding some notes about cards in the extra section."
"What rumours are you going to kill off at clowreed.com this time, dad?," asked Kimihiro.
"The Eriol/Tomoyo pairing, I think. I'm getting too much emails about them, and it's not funny anymore."
"As long as you don't deny Tomoyo/Meiling!," exclaimed Yuuko. "You know they're my one true pairing."
"Mom, stop reading that fancrap."
"Femslash is not crap, Kimi-kun! Now, Eriol/Tomoyo fics, those are crap. Most of them, at least. Damn, it's getting late, and I should get going to the shop."
"So do I," said Kimihiro. "That jerk of Doumeki might be able to pick Himawari-chan up without me if I don't hurry!" He ate the rest of his pancake, and almost choke between his fit of anger.
"Have a nice day, both of you," Clow wished to his wife and son.
"Same wise." Watanuki ran to the door in a rush.
"Don't drink all the tequila while I'm gone, I warn you." Yuuko kissed Clow on the lips, and then stroke Keroberos and Yue's heads. Yue just purred and went back to sleep, while Keroberos stretched and smelled the rest of the pancakes, licking his mouth in hunger.
The beginning of an ordinary, non-magical day, in Kimihiro Reed's life.
Some afternotes, and cat pictures
Canon: NOT, alternative universe
Genre: I have no idea. I repeat, this is alternative universe. But there's little romance, little comedy, no action,... there's nothing, really, just description and dialogues. Brain-killer, maybe?
Pairings: Clow/Yuuko
Length: 1457
Summary/justification: Well, as you know, in CLAMPverse there are multiple worlds. So there are several versions of every character. This is the story of one of those Kimihiros, but this one is not cursed with powers, lives in a world 'without' magic, and has a father and a mother (and two cats!) who love him very much. Not your ordinary parents, though. Not HIS parents, period.
I soooo hope your brains will survive to this. I repeat, this is obviously not likely to happen, ever. But it's an AU, so... Don't cheat and overscroll, or you'll spoil yourself.
The boy woke up an hour after sunrise. He got out of his bed, stretched his arms, and took his oval glasses from the little table. Without giving it a lot of thought, he changed his cotton pajamas for the school uniform: a red blazer, black trousers and a stripped tie, over a white shirt. The clothes smelled slightly like mango and tangerine; it was his dad's fault for buying a detergent of the tropical variety.
He went downstairs, straight to the kitchen, and he put an apron -with a drawing of a winged dog on it- on. It was his turn to make breakfast. His father and him would alternate the choirs responsibility. They didn't dare include his mother, because she was a mess, and she'd always burn even toasted bread. But she was a modern woman, focused in her business, more than a housekeeper. So his father would take care of the huge mansion instead.
While he was stirring up the mix, he took a glance around him. There were some magnets on the fridge, shaped like some strange rabbits without nose, that looked more than meat buns than animals. There was a whiteboard hanging on the wall, divided in three parts: one for each family member. He read his part, marked as "Kimihiro", where his chores and pending things were written down with black marker (including his plans of going to the movies with Himawari-chan and Doumeki next Sunday.) The cats were purring in their sleep, in their comfortable baskets. They had two: one fat and orange, and another one furry and silver; his father had bought them when Kimihiro was still a child.
His life was not exactly normal, but there was no way he could feel lonely or unloved. He was quite closed to his dad, who taught him how to cook, and took care of him through all his sixteen years of existence. The man was whimsical, but inventive and interesting, and he respected him very much. His smile was warm, although sometimes sarcastic. His mother was also strange and ambitious, and he could never understand her well. Maybe because she was too much of a woman, a true female hurricane.
She ran a successful antiques shop, which had some exotic furniture from almost every country. She was quite the business woman, and knew perfectly how to sell even to the most exigent client. So she was never home, and had no time to take care of her only son (not that she was the maternal kind anyway.) Her husband did a great part of the job, imparting love and wisdom to the offspring. He was always at home, doing the choirs or just resting on his armchair or writing something on his studio. The wife's job actually paid the bills, but the luxuries and the thick bank account came from his paychecks, so he wasn't maintained by her like you could think. His profession was a novelist, and a rather famous one, as a matter of fact. His books, mostly of the fantasy genre, were sold by millions, and were a pop culture trademark. As you can see, Kimihiro's parents were like opposite poles. They loved to argue just for the sake of it, and they even divorced once and then they remarried 3 years later. An odd couple.
But both of them had a deep mind, which the boy didn't inherit at all. Kimihiro's qualities were more on the noble side than the intellectual one. A fine-raised youth. With a heck of a temper, too.
While he was frying the pancakes, he was suddenly blinded by a black curtain of hair, and a pair of arms surrounded him.
"Good morning, Kimihiro! Mmm, pancakes!"
"Get off me! I'm cooking and I'm going to get burned."
"Don't be so cruel to me, I just wanted to hug you." The beautiful woman sighed and let him go. She was tall and elegant, wearing a red satin dress with butterflies motives and stiletto shoes.
"I know your tricks, mom. What do you want?"
"Well, just a cup of frapuchino, if you please." She sheepishly sniggered at him.
"I knew it... You'll have to wait then, lazy bum, as I only have two arms!"
"Alright, then." Kimihiro's mother sat at the dining table, and hummed a strange song. He ignored her and continued with the breakfast. The silver cat meowed in his sleep, like telling her to shut up.
"Smells good, you've done it again," a deep, amused voice came from the stairs. "Is there strawberry jam on the fridge?"
"No, I checked. There's only blueberry," said the kid. "I'll go to the supermarket this afternoon."
"No need," said the man. "I was going to write on the park today, so I'll go there." Kimihiro looked quite like his father, even with the same sight disease that required them both to wear glasses -the father's were small and rounded, while Kimihiro's were oval-. His jet black hair, slick and long, was tied up in a ponytail, and its colour was the same as his son's. He was still wearing his silk blue pajamas under a red bathrobe. He went directly to the coffee machine.
"You are? Then buy more sake, dear, we're running out of it."
"Write it down the list, Yuuko. And while you're at it, put also the jam, beer, sugar, garlic and eggs."
"Got it. And what about some salmon? I'm in the mood for some."
"If you want." He smiled, and went to the table with three cups of liquid caffeine. Four minutes later, Kimihiro joined his parents with a dish full of pancakes. They gave thanks, as it was the custom, and started eating.
"So, how's book 7 going, dad?"
"I can't give you any clue, not even to you, son. That's a secret." He smiled in mischief. The man was always like that with his works. There was something that made him peculiar over all his fellow writers. At nights, he had strange dreams, like of things that happened in peculiar little worlds inside his head. Faces, names, objects, situations. When awakening, he'd remember everything clearly, and he'd incorporate those elements to his stories. And, sometimes, to reality. Kimihiro's name came from a dream he had about a boy who could see spirits. That story he would never write it, though, as at the dream there was a scary witch who looked a lot like his wife -he had it right when they had a fight, so maybe it was his upset subconscious who altered his fantasy dream-. The cats were named after characters from his books, who were named after his dreams: Keroberos was the orange one, Yue the silver one.
"I hate it when you're like that! You're evil, Clow!" Actually, Yuuko was one of his biggest fans, and was delighted to be able to read his Sakura books before than anybody else. But it was frustrating he would be so secretive even to her! "By the way, are you updating your site this weekend?"
"Yes, it's the spring equinox this Saturday after all. It's about time I put to sleep some rumours, and maybe adding some notes about cards in the extra section."
"What rumours are you going to kill off at clowreed.com this time, dad?," asked Kimihiro.
"The Eriol/Tomoyo pairing, I think. I'm getting too much emails about them, and it's not funny anymore."
"As long as you don't deny Tomoyo/Meiling!," exclaimed Yuuko. "You know they're my one true pairing."
"Mom, stop reading that fancrap."
"Femslash is not crap, Kimi-kun! Now, Eriol/Tomoyo fics, those are crap. Most of them, at least. Damn, it's getting late, and I should get going to the shop."
"So do I," said Kimihiro. "That jerk of Doumeki might be able to pick Himawari-chan up without me if I don't hurry!" He ate the rest of his pancake, and almost choke between his fit of anger.
"Have a nice day, both of you," Clow wished to his wife and son.
"Same wise." Watanuki ran to the door in a rush.
"Don't drink all the tequila while I'm gone, I warn you." Yuuko kissed Clow on the lips, and then stroke Keroberos and Yue's heads. Yue just purred and went back to sleep, while Keroberos stretched and smelled the rest of the pancakes, licking his mouth in hunger.
The beginning of an ordinary, non-magical day, in Kimihiro Reed's life.
Some afternotes, and cat pictures