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[19-08-05] [Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles] Summer Blossoms
Title: Summer Blossoms
Day/Theme: 19-08-05/ At most, flowers
Series: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles
Character/Pairing: Yukito, Touya-->Touya/Yukito
Rating: It's pretty G but you could call it PG if you really wanted to.
Author's Notes: I need to publicly apologize for not writing angsty porn to help Mommy win against Auntie Becky. I don't write porn well at the best of times and angst...well...no. I was going to write a really funny Yue-Yukito fic, where Yue keeps accusing Yukito of hating him, but then Yukito had to ask what he could do to prove that he didn't hate Yue and Yue said 'we should have sex' and Yukito went O.o 'that's entirely impossible' and Yue went >.< 'it is not, but you hate me too much to try' and I went O_O and left the computer for the whole rest of the day.
In other news, this is Touya/Yukito because I love them to bits. They are the most OTP of my OTPs, even if I am too afraid of screwing them up to write them very often.
Summer Blossoms
The worst part of becoming a priest was the summer. Yukito rather liked the long robes of the students, probably more than he liked the lighter affair worn by the High Priest, but in the height of summer the robes were hot, stuffy, and unbearable to wear.
It was against the rules for the priests-candidates to enter the castle without summons; only the High Priest was allowed that honor. Yukito knew it, but he also knew that the castle was cool even on the hottest days. He slipped away from his readings and his runes and into the nearby palace. Master Clow wouldn’t have punished him if he’d caught him, not just because he was gentle like that but also because Yukito’s father was an Advisor and Yukito had been running tame in the castle as long as memory stretched. Still…that was Yukito-the-son, not priest-candidate Yukito. So he hurried down the hall, up the stairs, round the corner, and into the only room he knew offered him complete safety.
Touya’s room. Touya was at lessons, though of an entirely different nature than Yukito’s own, which made it safe and Touya and he had been close friends until the day that he’d joined the priesthood. Even if Touya realized that he’d been in the room, he wouldn’t turn him in. Yukito closed the door behind himself, sighing, and then stripped the hot outer robes off and let them fall to the ground.
“It’s rude not to knock, Yuki,” Touya’s voice shattered Yukito’s calm.
“T—” He swallowed back the familiar name. “Your majesty! I didn’t know…you should be at lessons…I…I’ll leave right now!”
“You didn’t know? Your majesty? Leave?” Touya frowned. “Yuki? Aren’t we still friends?”
Yukito’s heart was in his throat. “We can’t be, your majesty.” He closed his eyes and wished that he didn’t have to have this conversation at all. “You’re the prince and I’m a priest-candidate. It’s not permitted.”
Touya walked toward him, he could feel it in the way that the air changed. Touya had the most intense personality that Yukito had ever known. “Well, one day you’re going to be High Priest and I’m going to be King…and that is permitted. So we might as well be friends now.”
He shook his head blindly. “It’s improper,” he burst out his voice cracking and immediately his eyes flew open and latched on Touya’s, mortified. He’s never heard Touya’s voice crack…though, admittedly, he had heard less and less of Touya’s voice in the last two years.
“So what?” Touya asked stalking towards him angrily. “You’re not even supposed to be in the castle without being summoned.”
“You wouldn’t!” Yukito gasped, though he knew perfectly well that Touya probably would if he wanted to.
Touya shrugged. “If I thought it would make you stop calling me ‘your majesty’ and start spending more time here, like you used to, I would. But you want us to be equals, so I won’t.” He looked away, as though entirely unconcerned. “I don’t know why you want us equal. We were fine before. We saw each other more.”
Yukito’s heart thumped. “Friends should be equals.”
Touya glared at him and Yukito found himself pinned against the door at his back. “And I already said that we are. A prince is just the same as a candidate. A King and a High Priest can’t be friends if they don’t start out that way and they can’t start out that way if the candidate won’t even speak to the prince like equals.”
“It’s not permitted,” he fell back onto the less comfortable, much safer, rack of rules. “It isn’t proper.”
“Maybe not in public, but in private it’s the only thing allowed,” Touya said fiercely. Yukito was forced to wonder if Touya had missed his company as much as he’d missed Touya’s. “And my room is private.’
Yukito nodded. “I’m not even allowed here. Not without a summons.”
“So, there’s a summons. There’s always a summons for you. Every day. All the time.” He hadn’t realized that he’d closed his eyes again until he felt Touya’s breath against his face. “I want you to come anytime, Yuki.”
Fear jerked in his belly. “I’m supposed to be at lessons now,” he said breathlessly, darting a quick look at Touya before looking down at the floor, at his crumpled heap of candidate robes.
Touya must have looked at the robes, too, because he twisted away and picked them up, stepping back to offer them out. “Did you become a priest-candidate to avoid me?”
“No!”
“Then…did you do it to be closer to me?” Yukito couldn’t answer, could only hastily crawl back into his robes. “Yuki…” Touya was waiting for him as his head emerged from the folds of fabric.
Yukito took a breath that was mostly a gasp and let it out on something that was mostly a sigh. “The closest we could be is equals.”
“We could be friends,” Touya corrected and Yukito felt his eyelids flutter and a whimper start as Touya caught his face in his hands, holding him.
“To-ya, at most…” Yukito began to protest.
“At most, flowers, Yuki,” Touya interrupted.
He didn’t know if Touya meant that ‘at most’, could change and grow and bloom the way that flowers did, or if he meant that a priest-candidate’s ‘at most’ was nothing when a future king could overrule it with nonsense.
It didn’t matter. The soft, sweet pressure of Touya’s mouth against his own was meaning enough.
Day/Theme: 19-08-05/ At most, flowers
Series: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles
Character/Pairing: Yukito, Touya-->Touya/Yukito
Rating: It's pretty G but you could call it PG if you really wanted to.
Author's Notes: I need to publicly apologize for not writing angsty porn to help Mommy win against Auntie Becky. I don't write porn well at the best of times and angst...well...no. I was going to write a really funny Yue-Yukito fic, where Yue keeps accusing Yukito of hating him, but then Yukito had to ask what he could do to prove that he didn't hate Yue and Yue said 'we should have sex' and Yukito went O.o 'that's entirely impossible' and Yue went >.< 'it is not, but you hate me too much to try' and I went O_O and left the computer for the whole rest of the day.
In other news, this is Touya/Yukito because I love them to bits. They are the most OTP of my OTPs, even if I am too afraid of screwing them up to write them very often.
Summer Blossoms
The worst part of becoming a priest was the summer. Yukito rather liked the long robes of the students, probably more than he liked the lighter affair worn by the High Priest, but in the height of summer the robes were hot, stuffy, and unbearable to wear.
It was against the rules for the priests-candidates to enter the castle without summons; only the High Priest was allowed that honor. Yukito knew it, but he also knew that the castle was cool even on the hottest days. He slipped away from his readings and his runes and into the nearby palace. Master Clow wouldn’t have punished him if he’d caught him, not just because he was gentle like that but also because Yukito’s father was an Advisor and Yukito had been running tame in the castle as long as memory stretched. Still…that was Yukito-the-son, not priest-candidate Yukito. So he hurried down the hall, up the stairs, round the corner, and into the only room he knew offered him complete safety.
Touya’s room. Touya was at lessons, though of an entirely different nature than Yukito’s own, which made it safe and Touya and he had been close friends until the day that he’d joined the priesthood. Even if Touya realized that he’d been in the room, he wouldn’t turn him in. Yukito closed the door behind himself, sighing, and then stripped the hot outer robes off and let them fall to the ground.
“It’s rude not to knock, Yuki,” Touya’s voice shattered Yukito’s calm.
“T—” He swallowed back the familiar name. “Your majesty! I didn’t know…you should be at lessons…I…I’ll leave right now!”
“You didn’t know? Your majesty? Leave?” Touya frowned. “Yuki? Aren’t we still friends?”
Yukito’s heart was in his throat. “We can’t be, your majesty.” He closed his eyes and wished that he didn’t have to have this conversation at all. “You’re the prince and I’m a priest-candidate. It’s not permitted.”
Touya walked toward him, he could feel it in the way that the air changed. Touya had the most intense personality that Yukito had ever known. “Well, one day you’re going to be High Priest and I’m going to be King…and that is permitted. So we might as well be friends now.”
He shook his head blindly. “It’s improper,” he burst out his voice cracking and immediately his eyes flew open and latched on Touya’s, mortified. He’s never heard Touya’s voice crack…though, admittedly, he had heard less and less of Touya’s voice in the last two years.
“So what?” Touya asked stalking towards him angrily. “You’re not even supposed to be in the castle without being summoned.”
“You wouldn’t!” Yukito gasped, though he knew perfectly well that Touya probably would if he wanted to.
Touya shrugged. “If I thought it would make you stop calling me ‘your majesty’ and start spending more time here, like you used to, I would. But you want us to be equals, so I won’t.” He looked away, as though entirely unconcerned. “I don’t know why you want us equal. We were fine before. We saw each other more.”
Yukito’s heart thumped. “Friends should be equals.”
Touya glared at him and Yukito found himself pinned against the door at his back. “And I already said that we are. A prince is just the same as a candidate. A King and a High Priest can’t be friends if they don’t start out that way and they can’t start out that way if the candidate won’t even speak to the prince like equals.”
“It’s not permitted,” he fell back onto the less comfortable, much safer, rack of rules. “It isn’t proper.”
“Maybe not in public, but in private it’s the only thing allowed,” Touya said fiercely. Yukito was forced to wonder if Touya had missed his company as much as he’d missed Touya’s. “And my room is private.’
Yukito nodded. “I’m not even allowed here. Not without a summons.”
“So, there’s a summons. There’s always a summons for you. Every day. All the time.” He hadn’t realized that he’d closed his eyes again until he felt Touya’s breath against his face. “I want you to come anytime, Yuki.”
Fear jerked in his belly. “I’m supposed to be at lessons now,” he said breathlessly, darting a quick look at Touya before looking down at the floor, at his crumpled heap of candidate robes.
Touya must have looked at the robes, too, because he twisted away and picked them up, stepping back to offer them out. “Did you become a priest-candidate to avoid me?”
“No!”
“Then…did you do it to be closer to me?” Yukito couldn’t answer, could only hastily crawl back into his robes. “Yuki…” Touya was waiting for him as his head emerged from the folds of fabric.
Yukito took a breath that was mostly a gasp and let it out on something that was mostly a sigh. “The closest we could be is equals.”
“We could be friends,” Touya corrected and Yukito felt his eyelids flutter and a whimper start as Touya caught his face in his hands, holding him.
“To-ya, at most…” Yukito began to protest.
“At most, flowers, Yuki,” Touya interrupted.
He didn’t know if Touya meant that ‘at most’, could change and grow and bloom the way that flowers did, or if he meant that a priest-candidate’s ‘at most’ was nothing when a future king could overrule it with nonsense.
It didn’t matter. The soft, sweet pressure of Touya’s mouth against his own was meaning enough.