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taotrooper) wrote2009-06-19 12:10 am
taotrooper) wrote2009-06-19 12:10 am
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[CLAMP AU] Toys in the basement
Title: Toys in the basement
Fandom: CLAMPverse
Genre: AU, cracky, you know the drill
Rating: Can't be cleaner
The boy was alone at home that afternoon. His father had some business meeting, while his mother was visiting a friend of hers. He didn't mind at all; it was so rare when he had the house by himself, it was somehow nice.
He sat on the dining room table and concentrated on his homework. He still had some troubles with large divisions at Maths, but nothing serious. He knew he could do it; he was not that bad at Maths. Just some practice, and everything would be alright.
Then he heard some deaf noises downstairs.
When he was five, the boy was convinced there were some monsters under his bed until his dad smiled gently, and assured him no evil spirit would eat his son under that roof. Now that he was in primary school, he knew ghosts didn't exist, and he was certainly not afraid of them or the dark. However, whenever he heard something on the empty house, he'd wondered if it wasn't just his imagination playing tricks on him.
Curiosity got the best of him. He went to the basement, stepping on the tips of his toes, and brandishing a baseball bat. He knew he was acting silly, but he couldn't help it.
He opened the door. That room was an extension of his father's studio, with bookcases full of novels that belonged to the man. Still, some of his mom's manga volumes were occupying a space between the leatherback books. There was definitely no one around, and the noise came from a pile of papers falling to the floor from the desk.
There was something odd about the library, though. He dropped the bat at a corner, and approached that old desk in order to pick up the sheets. Over the furniture, he saw a strange scarlet book with golden details. He took it to examine it. There was a large, winged cat on the cover, and some pattern featuring a winged moon on the back. The book was labeled with two words: "The Clow."
'Is this a sad joke? Honestly...' The boy was annoyed when he remembered why the book was so familiar. Of course, it was that magical book full of cards that haunted his bedtime stories. But why the hell was that book in his basement?
And there was the name. 'Clow? This can't be serious. What was dad thinking?'
Just when he was thinking things couldn't be worse, he glanced at an umbrella holder near the door. There was a heavy staff inside, painted in gold, leaned down like that tower in Italy. He didn't dare touching it, as it was longer than his own body height, and it had pointy tips on the upper end. It looked like it had a sun attached to it.
While he knew where the book had come from, he had never seen such a thing as that staff in his whole life. What was its use, apart from poking people's eyeballs?
It was so scary and unusual he wanted to scream at the top of his lungs.
**********
"Dad..."
"Yes, Kimihiro-san."
"I went to your basement today. And I found the book and the weird spiky stick."
"Oh, you did?" Kimihiro's father grinned in amusement.
"What the hell is that all about? That was your novels' book, the one that held the magician's cards. But it had your name instead!"
"Doesn't it? I paid a lot of money for those custom-made objects."
"Why?"
"I don't know. A whim, maybe. Yuuko thinks I'm a dork, and she's right." Then he added, in a whisper. "Although she teases me as I might be overcompensating something with the size of the staff. She knows I don't need to, thank you very much."
"By the way, I don't get that staff, dad. That one is not on the novels."
"Not yet. But it will."
"Oh. Gee, dad, you could play sorcerer now!"
"Do I detect sarcasm? And you're wrong; I'm still missing a vital thing to be a cardcaptor. Actually, I'm making that one with my own hands."
"Which is...?"
"The Beast of the Seal."
"...huh?"
"I'm sewing a Kero-chan plush, Kimihiro-san."
"Mom is right, dad. You are a dork."
Fandom: CLAMPverse
Genre: AU, cracky, you know the drill
Rating: Can't be cleaner
The boy was alone at home that afternoon. His father had some business meeting, while his mother was visiting a friend of hers. He didn't mind at all; it was so rare when he had the house by himself, it was somehow nice.
He sat on the dining room table and concentrated on his homework. He still had some troubles with large divisions at Maths, but nothing serious. He knew he could do it; he was not that bad at Maths. Just some practice, and everything would be alright.
Then he heard some deaf noises downstairs.
When he was five, the boy was convinced there were some monsters under his bed until his dad smiled gently, and assured him no evil spirit would eat his son under that roof. Now that he was in primary school, he knew ghosts didn't exist, and he was certainly not afraid of them or the dark. However, whenever he heard something on the empty house, he'd wondered if it wasn't just his imagination playing tricks on him.
Curiosity got the best of him. He went to the basement, stepping on the tips of his toes, and brandishing a baseball bat. He knew he was acting silly, but he couldn't help it.
He opened the door. That room was an extension of his father's studio, with bookcases full of novels that belonged to the man. Still, some of his mom's manga volumes were occupying a space between the leatherback books. There was definitely no one around, and the noise came from a pile of papers falling to the floor from the desk.
There was something odd about the library, though. He dropped the bat at a corner, and approached that old desk in order to pick up the sheets. Over the furniture, he saw a strange scarlet book with golden details. He took it to examine it. There was a large, winged cat on the cover, and some pattern featuring a winged moon on the back. The book was labeled with two words: "The Clow."
'Is this a sad joke? Honestly...' The boy was annoyed when he remembered why the book was so familiar. Of course, it was that magical book full of cards that haunted his bedtime stories. But why the hell was that book in his basement?
And there was the name. 'Clow? This can't be serious. What was dad thinking?'
Just when he was thinking things couldn't be worse, he glanced at an umbrella holder near the door. There was a heavy staff inside, painted in gold, leaned down like that tower in Italy. He didn't dare touching it, as it was longer than his own body height, and it had pointy tips on the upper end. It looked like it had a sun attached to it.
While he knew where the book had come from, he had never seen such a thing as that staff in his whole life. What was its use, apart from poking people's eyeballs?
It was so scary and unusual he wanted to scream at the top of his lungs.
**********
"Dad..."
"Yes, Kimihiro-san."
"I went to your basement today. And I found the book and the weird spiky stick."
"Oh, you did?" Kimihiro's father grinned in amusement.
"What the hell is that all about? That was your novels' book, the one that held the magician's cards. But it had your name instead!"
"Doesn't it? I paid a lot of money for those custom-made objects."
"Why?"
"I don't know. A whim, maybe. Yuuko thinks I'm a dork, and she's right." Then he added, in a whisper. "Although she teases me as I might be overcompensating something with the size of the staff. She knows I don't need to, thank you very much."
"By the way, I don't get that staff, dad. That one is not on the novels."
"Not yet. But it will."
"Oh. Gee, dad, you could play sorcerer now!"
"Do I detect sarcasm? And you're wrong; I'm still missing a vital thing to be a cardcaptor. Actually, I'm making that one with my own hands."
"Which is...?"
"The Beast of the Seal."
"...huh?"
"I'm sewing a Kero-chan plush, Kimihiro-san."
"Mom is right, dad. You are a dork."