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taotrooper) wrote2009-06-19 12:10 am
taotrooper) wrote2009-06-19 12:10 am
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[CLAMP] Clair de lune
Title: Clair de lune
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko
Fandom: XXXHOLiC
Theme: 24. good night
Genre: Fluff liek whoa
Words: +600
Note: Soel is the white Mokona, Larg is the black Mokona. Yes, canon random fact that's not well-known.
It was a busy day. After the joint lessons for the Mokona Modoki twins in Clow's mansion, Yuuko was invited to stay over for dinner. During the afternoon, Soel and Larg played tag with Cerberus and Clow, and they convinced Yuuko -who was sitting there, drinking half the bottle of sake- and Yue -who thought those games were pointless and noisy and below him- to join them. Even with her long kimono, dragging over the grass, Yuuko was quite faster than the angelic beauty, who lazily refused to move unless it was necessary. Of course, his brother and half-brothers attacked him all the time because of his attitude. He was asking for it, in their opinion. Clow refused to take sides.
They ended up exhausted by the moment they sat on the table. Like always, the food was flawless and exquisite. When they finished dessert -a strawberry cheesecake-, Clow opened a bottle of cognac for his colleague. While they were drinking, Soel made his best impersonation of Clow: it had the ability of reproducing any voice in a realistic way. It sounded so much like its creator, that both guardians had Goosebumps. Yuuko laughed, and tried to convince it to say insults with that voice. Meanwhile, Larg watched The Flower dancing in a rain of some strange blossoms it had never seen before. It grabbed two petals, and gave them to the sorcerers. Clow was delighted and smiled gently; Yuuko kissed it in its pink cheek.
When the creatures fell asleep, Clow stood up and guided them to their own bedrooms. Mokona Modoki had their own chamber, just for those days they had to stay over.
He returned with the rest of the bottle Yuuko had been drinking, and two small porcelain plates. He sat next to Yuuko, and poured some liquor in her plate.
"That's an odd change," she said. "Women are supposed to serve the sake to men. It's not normal for a guy to do this."
"Why should we care about what's normal and what's not?" He replied, with his usual easy-going grin.
"Touché," she laughed. "We're too weird to follow society's guidelines, after all."
"When have you followed them, anyway?"
"Hey! What is that supposed to mean? You're the worst influence between the two of us."
"You're probably right," he nodded, and sipped his sake.
Silence fell. He glanced at the ground; the flowers were still lying there, in a bright purple color. She glanced at the sky; the moon was smiling to her, pale as her skin.
"The day after tomorrow is full moon." Clow looked above his head.
"I know. Are you planning some spell for that night?"
"No, nothing in particular. I was just commenting."
They heard some crickets, making their own nocturnal melody with their paws.
"This sake is good. My head is spinning already," she said.
"Lean on me," he said in a whisper.
"Why should I?"
"You have to ask yourself that, not me."
She sighed. Of course he knew what she was thinking. Then she placed her head over Clow's shoulder. He grabbed Yuuko by her waist with his free arm. Her black hair was silk caressing his jaw. They needed no more words.
Yuuko hated that. It was the feeling of showing herself fragile and vulnerable in front of someone. Like a butterfly fluttering over a poppy flower.
Clow hated that. It was the feeling of knowing that joy was not going to last for a long time. Like a leaf holding on to its branch during spring.
But even if they didn't like that bittersweet emotion, they were embracing it under the moonlight, as it was as ephemeral as the wind, as true as the night. They had to hold on until it was time to say good night. But sitting there, they were not in a rush.
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko
Fandom: XXXHOLiC
Theme: 24. good night
Genre: Fluff liek whoa
Words: +600
Note: Soel is the white Mokona, Larg is the black Mokona. Yes, canon random fact that's not well-known.
It was a busy day. After the joint lessons for the Mokona Modoki twins in Clow's mansion, Yuuko was invited to stay over for dinner. During the afternoon, Soel and Larg played tag with Cerberus and Clow, and they convinced Yuuko -who was sitting there, drinking half the bottle of sake- and Yue -who thought those games were pointless and noisy and below him- to join them. Even with her long kimono, dragging over the grass, Yuuko was quite faster than the angelic beauty, who lazily refused to move unless it was necessary. Of course, his brother and half-brothers attacked him all the time because of his attitude. He was asking for it, in their opinion. Clow refused to take sides.
They ended up exhausted by the moment they sat on the table. Like always, the food was flawless and exquisite. When they finished dessert -a strawberry cheesecake-, Clow opened a bottle of cognac for his colleague. While they were drinking, Soel made his best impersonation of Clow: it had the ability of reproducing any voice in a realistic way. It sounded so much like its creator, that both guardians had Goosebumps. Yuuko laughed, and tried to convince it to say insults with that voice. Meanwhile, Larg watched The Flower dancing in a rain of some strange blossoms it had never seen before. It grabbed two petals, and gave them to the sorcerers. Clow was delighted and smiled gently; Yuuko kissed it in its pink cheek.
When the creatures fell asleep, Clow stood up and guided them to their own bedrooms. Mokona Modoki had their own chamber, just for those days they had to stay over.
He returned with the rest of the bottle Yuuko had been drinking, and two small porcelain plates. He sat next to Yuuko, and poured some liquor in her plate.
"That's an odd change," she said. "Women are supposed to serve the sake to men. It's not normal for a guy to do this."
"Why should we care about what's normal and what's not?" He replied, with his usual easy-going grin.
"Touché," she laughed. "We're too weird to follow society's guidelines, after all."
"When have you followed them, anyway?"
"Hey! What is that supposed to mean? You're the worst influence between the two of us."
"You're probably right," he nodded, and sipped his sake.
Silence fell. He glanced at the ground; the flowers were still lying there, in a bright purple color. She glanced at the sky; the moon was smiling to her, pale as her skin.
"The day after tomorrow is full moon." Clow looked above his head.
"I know. Are you planning some spell for that night?"
"No, nothing in particular. I was just commenting."
They heard some crickets, making their own nocturnal melody with their paws.
"This sake is good. My head is spinning already," she said.
"Lean on me," he said in a whisper.
"Why should I?"
"You have to ask yourself that, not me."
She sighed. Of course he knew what she was thinking. Then she placed her head over Clow's shoulder. He grabbed Yuuko by her waist with his free arm. Her black hair was silk caressing his jaw. They needed no more words.
Yuuko hated that. It was the feeling of showing herself fragile and vulnerable in front of someone. Like a butterfly fluttering over a poppy flower.
Clow hated that. It was the feeling of knowing that joy was not going to last for a long time. Like a leaf holding on to its branch during spring.
But even if they didn't like that bittersweet emotion, they were embracing it under the moonlight, as it was as ephemeral as the wind, as true as the night. They had to hold on until it was time to say good night. But sitting there, they were not in a rush.