31_days | [April 5] [Card Captor Sakura] Secret Techniques

Title: Secret Techniques
Day/Theme: April 5 / Whisper
Series: Card Captor Sakura
Character/Pairing: Clow and Kero
Rating: G

The garden looked more beautiful than ever. Clow smiled to himself as he knelt down next to the flowerbed, carefully sprinkling the small plants with clear water. He was rather proud of his accomplishments this year. There was no greater magic than this one.

Grow strong, little ones.

He turned to the rose bush next. True enough, Flower had helped him a bit with it, but the poor thing needed it after the nasty pest it had suffered. Now it was strong and healthy again, promising to bloom like never before as soon as it was the right season.

And you will stay just as healthy, my dear, just as beautiful.

The daffodils almost seemed to reach out for him, and he couldn't help but caress their golden heads lightly. These were his creatures too, after all, grown on love and magic and a couple of secrets.

You have never looked so pretty.

“Are you whispering to the flowers?”

“Good morning to you too, Cerberus,” Clow replied without looking up.

“I mean, I knew you were crazy and everything, no surprises there,” the Guardian insisted. “But you're talking to the flowers.”

“To the whole plants, in fact,” he corrected, and he turned around to face the grinning lion. “And I fail to see what is so funny about that.”

“Oh, c'mon. You've got to be kidding me,” Cerberus snorted. “It 's something that old ladies do!”

“Is it really?”the wizard asked mildly.

“Crazy old ladies. When they're very, very bored.”

“Ah, but you're missing a tiny detail here, my friend,” Clow said with a smile. “It works.”

“Don't tell me you actually believe that,” his Guardian answered, grinning more and more by the second.

“Old ladies tend to be right about many things, even though they don't always know why they're right,” the wizard said. “Words have power. And plants are alive. They thrive on kind words, just like everyone else.”

“Well, maybe,” muttered Cerberus, rolling his eyes. “But it's not like they need it –”

“No more than you need your pudding,” Clow told him. Now it was he who grinned. “Crazy, that. Perhaps I should give it up.”

The lion narrowed his eyes.

“You're evil.”

“Oh, they don't think so,” said Clow, and turned to sprinkle the flowers once again.