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[26-04-06] [Xxxholic] Hitsuzen
Title: Hitsuzen
Day/Theme: 26th April 2006/ Clueless
Series: xxxholic
Character/Pairing: Yuuko, Clow--->Clow/Yuuko
Rating: G? Pg?
Author's note: I wrote this on my husband's computer at work. In about twenty minutes. So if there are mistakes, please point them out and I'll try and fix it when I can. Otherwise...um, no I don't know why Clow and Yuuko always come out like this when I write short stuff for them. I swear the longer stuff is normal.
Disclaimer: CLAMP
Dedication: To anybody who likes Clow/Yuuko.
Hitsuzen
He’d come to her when she was still in love with her powers, still tantalized with her possibilities.
You must be Yuuko.
Of course.
She hadn’t bothered to ask his name. She’d known who he was from the start. Who didn’t?
Yet, he’d offered it.
Clow Reed. Might I dare assume you’ve heard of me?
Perhaps.
It had been so simple to let him charm her with the real-world magical equivalent of parlor tricks. The old rabbit out of the hat trick.
Would you like to go for a walk?
A little jaunt across time? Space?
Why not?
She’d taken him to a hot desert world, a place when humans were just beginning to open their eyes. She’d told the people there that he was a God. He’d laughed at her, chiding her for her outlandishness, then told the people to forget about him lest ‘God’ get angry.
He’d bought her an apple from the market there. Glossy gold and pretty. A thank you, he’d said, giving it to her on their return to her parlor.
And she, with her sly smiles and certainties, had blushed.
They traded trips, after that; two magicians of limitless power simply strolling through the universe together. He brought her to a world of pristine ice and snow, chillingly and coldly perfect. She showed him a Japan full of magic every day, where miko wove protective spells, the magic like thread through their fingers as the samurai slew demons. He took her to a world ruled by will.
She watched him create his cards and his staff, helped him to seal his abhorrent half-brother into another dimension. She formed the Mokona twins with him, taught them with him, wondered what use they would be for them, and agreed to keep them in the shop she was creating.
I want to be the last woman you ever love, she told him one day, sitting with him beneath the cherry tree in his garden. She’d gone to him, of course.
Clow had smiled up at the branches. That place is already taken, Yuuko-chan. Can you settle for second to the last?
She’d been hurt.
He had told her then of the daughter of his next life. The child he’d seen in his earliest peeks in the scrying glass.
She guessed his secret then, the one ability that he had that she did not. Future-sight. Teach me, she demanded. She would see a better future for herself. Better than being the last woman Clow Reed would love. Better and brighter, like the sun to the moon.
Yuuko, he’d murmured, reaching for her. Yuuko-chan, would you pay me with your innocence for such a lesson? She had stood, backed away. And reached for the ties at the nape of her neck. Clow’s smile had been delightedly amused. Not that sort of innocence, he’d laughed.
After, for a long time after, she sent him away when he came to her.
Until the day he’d surprised her in the market of a sand-swept desert, apple in hand. If I take you up on the magnificent offer, will you speak to me again?
Of course not.
But she’d already taken the apple.
Day/Theme: 26th April 2006/ Clueless
Series: xxxholic
Character/Pairing: Yuuko, Clow--->Clow/Yuuko
Rating: G? Pg?
Author's note: I wrote this on my husband's computer at work. In about twenty minutes. So if there are mistakes, please point them out and I'll try and fix it when I can. Otherwise...um, no I don't know why Clow and Yuuko always come out like this when I write short stuff for them. I swear the longer stuff is normal.
Disclaimer: CLAMP
Dedication: To anybody who likes Clow/Yuuko.
Hitsuzen
He’d come to her when she was still in love with her powers, still tantalized with her possibilities.
You must be Yuuko.
Of course.
She hadn’t bothered to ask his name. She’d known who he was from the start. Who didn’t?
Yet, he’d offered it.
Clow Reed. Might I dare assume you’ve heard of me?
Perhaps.
It had been so simple to let him charm her with the real-world magical equivalent of parlor tricks. The old rabbit out of the hat trick.
Would you like to go for a walk?
A little jaunt across time? Space?
Why not?
She’d taken him to a hot desert world, a place when humans were just beginning to open their eyes. She’d told the people there that he was a God. He’d laughed at her, chiding her for her outlandishness, then told the people to forget about him lest ‘God’ get angry.
He’d bought her an apple from the market there. Glossy gold and pretty. A thank you, he’d said, giving it to her on their return to her parlor.
And she, with her sly smiles and certainties, had blushed.
They traded trips, after that; two magicians of limitless power simply strolling through the universe together. He brought her to a world of pristine ice and snow, chillingly and coldly perfect. She showed him a Japan full of magic every day, where miko wove protective spells, the magic like thread through their fingers as the samurai slew demons. He took her to a world ruled by will.
She watched him create his cards and his staff, helped him to seal his abhorrent half-brother into another dimension. She formed the Mokona twins with him, taught them with him, wondered what use they would be for them, and agreed to keep them in the shop she was creating.
I want to be the last woman you ever love, she told him one day, sitting with him beneath the cherry tree in his garden. She’d gone to him, of course.
Clow had smiled up at the branches. That place is already taken, Yuuko-chan. Can you settle for second to the last?
She’d been hurt.
He had told her then of the daughter of his next life. The child he’d seen in his earliest peeks in the scrying glass.
She guessed his secret then, the one ability that he had that she did not. Future-sight. Teach me, she demanded. She would see a better future for herself. Better than being the last woman Clow Reed would love. Better and brighter, like the sun to the moon.
Yuuko, he’d murmured, reaching for her. Yuuko-chan, would you pay me with your innocence for such a lesson? She had stood, backed away. And reached for the ties at the nape of her neck. Clow’s smile had been delightedly amused. Not that sort of innocence, he’d laughed.
After, for a long time after, she sent him away when he came to her.
Until the day he’d surprised her in the market of a sand-swept desert, apple in hand. If I take you up on the magnificent offer, will you speak to me again?
Of course not.
But she’d already taken the apple.