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taotrooper) wrote2009-06-19 12:10 am
taotrooper) wrote2009-06-19 12:10 am
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[CLAMP AU] Lost muse
Title: Lost muse
Response to: jangalain's multifandom AU challenge
Fandoms: Card Captor Sakura and XXXHOLiC
Pairings: Implied Clow/Yuuko, but it's not on the fic itself
Rating: PG for alcohol abuse?
Genre: Crack
Summary: In one of the CLAMPesque alternative worlds -situation exposed several times in their latest works- Clow Reed is not a magician, but a regular, divorced man who writes fantasy books for a living. For a better grasp of this story, it's recommended to previously read Odd family, where I've exploited this concept before.
Clow Reed sat in front of the computer, cup of coffee in his right hand, glancing at the screen with a blank expression on his face. Just like last night, he really had no idea how to finish that chapter. Sighing, he bended until his forehead touched the desk table.
He was having a writer's block, the joy.
"Well, I'll get around to it," he said to himself, hopeful. He sipped his dose of caffeine –black, three lumps of sugar- and reclined in his chair. Meanwhile, he could do other things. What about checking his e-mail address?
He minimized the text editor and opened his browser –his son had installed it because the boy was tired of the one the computer brought with it; the name was something about coyotes or foxes. He had one of those mail-management software products, but he preferred to do things the traditional way.
"Account name: mage@clowreed.com, Password: josecuervo"
Most of the messages were spam –that attachment file was too large to be just a greeting, and he really didn't need a complementary movie player or a method to enlarge any part of his body-, but he had a couple of fanmail pieces. The first one was from a seven year-old girl asking if Sakura and Syaoran would get together -she was what, the 58th person that week?- The second one was a teenager –he couldn't deduce the person's gender from the nickname-, sending him a fanart of Tomoyo he or she had painted. It was quite pretty.
"Very well, time to work..."
Thirty minutes passed, and he had not typed a single word. Suddenly, he felt something brushing the leg of his silky trousers. He looked down: it was the fat orange cat.
Clow had named his two cats after characters from his books. That one was Cerberus, and he enjoyed eating and playing with yarn.
"Are you hungry, little fellow?"
"Meow!"
"I'll take that as a yes," the man smiled.
**********
He filled the cats' bowls with fresh canned food. In Cerberus' one, also, he put a chicken leg from last dinner's leftovers. The owner answered to the offering by licking his own nose and running towards the bowl.
Clow looked for a glass and a bottle of whiskey in the cabinets. He returned to his studio, where the computer was waiting for him. He sat, and served himself a drink. While he enjoyed his shot, he felt something jumping on his knees. It was the white, furry cat. He had decided to take a nap on his master's lap instead of eating. Indeed, the cat made itself a little ball and closed his eyes. Ah, Clow was used to it. He stroked the cat's soft fur.
He served another whiskey, and yet another one, and played some Windows solitaire rounds. The monotony, the booze, the purring, the cards… Without noticing, he felt asleep.
He was in a forest in the middle of the night. A lady in green greets him, a nymph of the woods. Then his body is surrounded with tree branches. They're growing over him, like a vine. He can't breathe; he can't see anything except for some fragments of moonlight, where the branches won't cover him.
The Moon wants him to forget. But he won't. His ex-wife, his son, his cats, his books. His ability to love.
**********
"Dad? Daaaaaad?"
The man woke up, abruptly. He could remember his dream, vividly. But it wasn't the time to think about it. A young boy resembling him, with black hair and glasses, was entering the studio. The boy was still wearing his school uniform.
"Here you are! I'm home."
"Welcome back, Kimihiro-san. How… how was school?"
"...You're drunk."
"Of course I'm not."
Kimihiro limited to point at the half-empty bottle on the desk and the glass on the floor.
"You're going to mess your stomach up like that, drinking before lunch every day! Er, and speaking of lunch... dad?"
"Oh, dear! It was my turn, right?"
"Yes, it was!! Damn, dad! You're almost as bad as mom!"
"Meow…"
"Shush, do not defend me, Yue. He's absolutely right this time. I'm really sorry, son. I'm going to the kitchen right now."
"No, don't bother... I'll just order some take-out... it's okay, really…"
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah… I'll just go and call Piffle Pizza… But this is the last time you do this to me!"
"Fine. I'll do my best."
Clow saw his son leaving, carrying the bottle and the glass with him.
"He's a good boy," he told Yue, the cat. "I'm so lucky to have him. And you know what? My writer's block is officially gone."
Response to: jangalain's multifandom AU challenge
Fandoms: Card Captor Sakura and XXXHOLiC
Pairings: Implied Clow/Yuuko, but it's not on the fic itself
Rating: PG for alcohol abuse?
Genre: Crack
Summary: In one of the CLAMPesque alternative worlds -situation exposed several times in their latest works- Clow Reed is not a magician, but a regular, divorced man who writes fantasy books for a living. For a better grasp of this story, it's recommended to previously read Odd family, where I've exploited this concept before.
Clow Reed sat in front of the computer, cup of coffee in his right hand, glancing at the screen with a blank expression on his face. Just like last night, he really had no idea how to finish that chapter. Sighing, he bended until his forehead touched the desk table.
He was having a writer's block, the joy.
"Well, I'll get around to it," he said to himself, hopeful. He sipped his dose of caffeine –black, three lumps of sugar- and reclined in his chair. Meanwhile, he could do other things. What about checking his e-mail address?
He minimized the text editor and opened his browser –his son had installed it because the boy was tired of the one the computer brought with it; the name was something about coyotes or foxes. He had one of those mail-management software products, but he preferred to do things the traditional way.
"Account name: mage@clowreed.com, Password: josecuervo"
Most of the messages were spam –that attachment file was too large to be just a greeting, and he really didn't need a complementary movie player or a method to enlarge any part of his body-, but he had a couple of fanmail pieces. The first one was from a seven year-old girl asking if Sakura and Syaoran would get together -she was what, the 58th person that week?- The second one was a teenager –he couldn't deduce the person's gender from the nickname-, sending him a fanart of Tomoyo he or she had painted. It was quite pretty.
"Very well, time to work..."
Thirty minutes passed, and he had not typed a single word. Suddenly, he felt something brushing the leg of his silky trousers. He looked down: it was the fat orange cat.
Clow had named his two cats after characters from his books. That one was Cerberus, and he enjoyed eating and playing with yarn.
"Are you hungry, little fellow?"
"Meow!"
"I'll take that as a yes," the man smiled.
**********
He filled the cats' bowls with fresh canned food. In Cerberus' one, also, he put a chicken leg from last dinner's leftovers. The owner answered to the offering by licking his own nose and running towards the bowl.
Clow looked for a glass and a bottle of whiskey in the cabinets. He returned to his studio, where the computer was waiting for him. He sat, and served himself a drink. While he enjoyed his shot, he felt something jumping on his knees. It was the white, furry cat. He had decided to take a nap on his master's lap instead of eating. Indeed, the cat made itself a little ball and closed his eyes. Ah, Clow was used to it. He stroked the cat's soft fur.
He served another whiskey, and yet another one, and played some Windows solitaire rounds. The monotony, the booze, the purring, the cards… Without noticing, he felt asleep.
He was in a forest in the middle of the night. A lady in green greets him, a nymph of the woods. Then his body is surrounded with tree branches. They're growing over him, like a vine. He can't breathe; he can't see anything except for some fragments of moonlight, where the branches won't cover him.
The Moon wants him to forget. But he won't. His ex-wife, his son, his cats, his books. His ability to love.
**********
"Dad? Daaaaaad?"
The man woke up, abruptly. He could remember his dream, vividly. But it wasn't the time to think about it. A young boy resembling him, with black hair and glasses, was entering the studio. The boy was still wearing his school uniform.
"Here you are! I'm home."
"Welcome back, Kimihiro-san. How… how was school?"
"...You're drunk."
"Of course I'm not."
Kimihiro limited to point at the half-empty bottle on the desk and the glass on the floor.
"You're going to mess your stomach up like that, drinking before lunch every day! Er, and speaking of lunch... dad?"
"Oh, dear! It was my turn, right?"
"Yes, it was!! Damn, dad! You're almost as bad as mom!"
"Meow…"
"Shush, do not defend me, Yue. He's absolutely right this time. I'm really sorry, son. I'm going to the kitchen right now."
"No, don't bother... I'll just order some take-out... it's okay, really…"
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah… I'll just go and call Piffle Pizza… But this is the last time you do this to me!"
"Fine. I'll do my best."
Clow saw his son leaving, carrying the bottle and the glass with him.
"He's a good boy," he told Yue, the cat. "I'm so lucky to have him. And you know what? My writer's block is officially gone."