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[2-02-06] [Card Captor Sakura] Meeting
Title: Meeting
Day/Theme: 2 February 06/ child found crying in the winter tree
Series: CCS
Character/Pairing: Touya, Yukito
Rating: G? Pg?
Author's Note: I consider this a very interesting happening. I've had this file (originally it was going to be the start of something longer) laying around for about three years and today I find a challenge with the phrase 'winter tree' in it. And it almost, mostly, sort of fits.
Disclaimer: Touya, Yukito and the tree all belong to CLAMP.
Dedication: To Chelle, as ever.
Meeting
Leaning against the old cherry tree, Touya stared at the ground intently. It was faint, fainter by the day, but if he worked at it he could still see them...
"Excuse me--?" a voice, tentative and gentle interrupted him and made the vision waver.
…the petals that had fallen from the flowers in her hair. Touched by her, and her magic, amplified by the power within the tree. Kaho…
"If you told me what you were looking for, maybe I could help you find it?"
The vision shattered completely and Touya looked up, annoyed. His scowl died before it even fully formed. There was a boy in front of him, with bright amber eyes and flaxen hair and something—someone—not quite human but powerfully magical sleeping inside of him. "Aa?"
The boy smiled, quietly brilliant, and set his overflowing grocery bags down in the snow. Unencumbered, he swung himself up onto the lowest branch of the tree and reached down one hand in invitation. Touya stared at him. "The best way to find what you're looking for is by having a larger view." He gestured slightly with his outstretched hand. "If you focus too much on one place, you won't see the place it really is."
"I'm not looking for anything," Touya retorted, looking away. "You're not supposed to be in the tree, you know."
Remarkably, the other boy laughed. "This is my second day here, so I didn't know. But maybe the tree likes the company? It hasn't kicked me out yet." Out the corner of his eye, Touya could see the boy's feet swinging idly. "I'm Tsukishiro Yukito, by the way. And I think we're classmates. Or will be, once winter break is over."
He responded without thinking. "Kinomoto Touya." He clamped his teeth together hard once the words were out. He never just gave away his name. His mother had taught him that sometimes when you were special, your name was special too. "And I'm in my first year of high school," he added. Because something inside of him, like his father's laugh and the breeze from the tree when it was in full bloom, had warmed at the sound of the boy's name—Tsukishiro Yukito.
"Me too," Yukito laughed. "I'm fifteen, since Christmas."
Touya turned and looked up at him. "You're older than me?"
"Maybe?" His head tilted and he shoved his glasses up. "I don't know when your birthday is."
"February twenty-ninth," he answered. The connection—two special days on the calendar—was not lost on him. He didn't know what it might mean and there wasn't anybody to ask since…since she was gone.
Or maybe there was. Yukito's smile had gone warmer still. "We're the same, then. I thought we were."
Touya didn't frighten easily, if at all, but he startled badly at those words. "No we're not," he protested, sounding cold as he tried to freeze out the sudden fear. He didn't know what was sleeping inside of Yukito but he knew that some things seeking connections were dangerous and it was dangerous to form connections with them.
"I'm sorry," Yukito's face fell and his voice was low. "It's just that we're both special days and you seemed lonely and…" he seemed to draw himself up a bit. "And we're both not as old as we think we should be," he said, obviously trying for levity as he stood and scrambled up a few more branches. "Hey, I can see my house from here."
"How can you se—oh. No leaves to get in the way when it's a winter tree."
Yukito chuckled again, not the same happy sound as before. "A winter tree," he repeated. He looked down and Touya could see his open face, see the slight hurt and the yearning and the warmth. Somehow the sleeping thing was part of it even if it was supposed to be behind it. "Come up and I'll show you where I live," he invited. "I live with my grandparents," he continued, looking out into the distance, presumably at the house he lived in. "I don't remember my parents but I think that I miss them very much, sometimes. I feel like asking," he laughed in self depreciation this time "but my grandparents are away all the time. They're taking a world cruise. So sometimes I get lonely."
Listening to him, Touya realized that Yukito might not know about the sleeping thing. He looked down at his feet and saw maple leaves where the flower petals had been. He scuffed them almost resentfully with his toe even though he knew that they weren't physically there. Then he hauled himself up into the tree to perch beside the other boy. "My mom died when I was seven," he said. "Which one is yours?"
"The red one," Yukito answered, pointing. He grinned suddenly. "I only know it's mine because it's the only red house I've seen in the whole town."
Touya stared at it. "You're going to have a long ride to school." He shifted and pointed to the high school.
Beside him, Yukito shrugged. "I don't have a bike, so it'll be a long walk. It's all right, though. Maybe I'll make a friend or two on the way."
Inside him, Touya felt the crushed feeling of loss swell up and then ebb away. He jumped down from the tree and grabbed the handlebars of his bike. "If you want, I can give you a ride to your house," he said, fiddling with the kickstand, "and I can show you a place where we can meet up so we can walk together."
"I'd like that," Yukito smiled.
Pedaling away, with the already familiar weight of groceries in his basket and a person behind him, Touya did his best to ignore the sudden blooming of the cherry tree and the rustle of angel feathers behind him.
Day/Theme: 2 February 06/ child found crying in the winter tree
Series: CCS
Character/Pairing: Touya, Yukito
Rating: G? Pg?
Author's Note: I consider this a very interesting happening. I've had this file (originally it was going to be the start of something longer) laying around for about three years and today I find a challenge with the phrase 'winter tree' in it. And it almost, mostly, sort of fits.
Disclaimer: Touya, Yukito and the tree all belong to CLAMP.
Dedication: To Chelle, as ever.
Meeting
Leaning against the old cherry tree, Touya stared at the ground intently. It was faint, fainter by the day, but if he worked at it he could still see them...
"Excuse me--?" a voice, tentative and gentle interrupted him and made the vision waver.
…the petals that had fallen from the flowers in her hair. Touched by her, and her magic, amplified by the power within the tree. Kaho…
"If you told me what you were looking for, maybe I could help you find it?"
The vision shattered completely and Touya looked up, annoyed. His scowl died before it even fully formed. There was a boy in front of him, with bright amber eyes and flaxen hair and something—someone—not quite human but powerfully magical sleeping inside of him. "Aa?"
The boy smiled, quietly brilliant, and set his overflowing grocery bags down in the snow. Unencumbered, he swung himself up onto the lowest branch of the tree and reached down one hand in invitation. Touya stared at him. "The best way to find what you're looking for is by having a larger view." He gestured slightly with his outstretched hand. "If you focus too much on one place, you won't see the place it really is."
"I'm not looking for anything," Touya retorted, looking away. "You're not supposed to be in the tree, you know."
Remarkably, the other boy laughed. "This is my second day here, so I didn't know. But maybe the tree likes the company? It hasn't kicked me out yet." Out the corner of his eye, Touya could see the boy's feet swinging idly. "I'm Tsukishiro Yukito, by the way. And I think we're classmates. Or will be, once winter break is over."
He responded without thinking. "Kinomoto Touya." He clamped his teeth together hard once the words were out. He never just gave away his name. His mother had taught him that sometimes when you were special, your name was special too. "And I'm in my first year of high school," he added. Because something inside of him, like his father's laugh and the breeze from the tree when it was in full bloom, had warmed at the sound of the boy's name—Tsukishiro Yukito.
"Me too," Yukito laughed. "I'm fifteen, since Christmas."
Touya turned and looked up at him. "You're older than me?"
"Maybe?" His head tilted and he shoved his glasses up. "I don't know when your birthday is."
"February twenty-ninth," he answered. The connection—two special days on the calendar—was not lost on him. He didn't know what it might mean and there wasn't anybody to ask since…since she was gone.
Or maybe there was. Yukito's smile had gone warmer still. "We're the same, then. I thought we were."
Touya didn't frighten easily, if at all, but he startled badly at those words. "No we're not," he protested, sounding cold as he tried to freeze out the sudden fear. He didn't know what was sleeping inside of Yukito but he knew that some things seeking connections were dangerous and it was dangerous to form connections with them.
"I'm sorry," Yukito's face fell and his voice was low. "It's just that we're both special days and you seemed lonely and…" he seemed to draw himself up a bit. "And we're both not as old as we think we should be," he said, obviously trying for levity as he stood and scrambled up a few more branches. "Hey, I can see my house from here."
"How can you se—oh. No leaves to get in the way when it's a winter tree."
Yukito chuckled again, not the same happy sound as before. "A winter tree," he repeated. He looked down and Touya could see his open face, see the slight hurt and the yearning and the warmth. Somehow the sleeping thing was part of it even if it was supposed to be behind it. "Come up and I'll show you where I live," he invited. "I live with my grandparents," he continued, looking out into the distance, presumably at the house he lived in. "I don't remember my parents but I think that I miss them very much, sometimes. I feel like asking," he laughed in self depreciation this time "but my grandparents are away all the time. They're taking a world cruise. So sometimes I get lonely."
Listening to him, Touya realized that Yukito might not know about the sleeping thing. He looked down at his feet and saw maple leaves where the flower petals had been. He scuffed them almost resentfully with his toe even though he knew that they weren't physically there. Then he hauled himself up into the tree to perch beside the other boy. "My mom died when I was seven," he said. "Which one is yours?"
"The red one," Yukito answered, pointing. He grinned suddenly. "I only know it's mine because it's the only red house I've seen in the whole town."
Touya stared at it. "You're going to have a long ride to school." He shifted and pointed to the high school.
Beside him, Yukito shrugged. "I don't have a bike, so it'll be a long walk. It's all right, though. Maybe I'll make a friend or two on the way."
Inside him, Touya felt the crushed feeling of loss swell up and then ebb away. He jumped down from the tree and grabbed the handlebars of his bike. "If you want, I can give you a ride to your house," he said, fiddling with the kickstand, "and I can show you a place where we can meet up so we can walk together."
"I'd like that," Yukito smiled.
Pedaling away, with the already familiar weight of groceries in his basket and a person behind him, Touya did his best to ignore the sudden blooming of the cherry tree and the rustle of angel feathers behind him.