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Until (Touya/Fai)
Comm: no_true_pair
Length:
Fandom: Cardcaptor Sakura/Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles/xxxHOLiC/Chobits
Title: Until
Author: rhap_chan
Theme(s): Fai and Touya: the beginning of their passionate love affair
Pairing/Characters: Touya/Fai (YES as pairing); Touya/Yukito mentioned
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Cardcaptor Sakura, Chobits, xxxHOLiC, and Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle all belong to CLAMP. All fanfiction archived here is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. I do not profit from these writings. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.
Note: Set in the same universe as "Meet," not that it really matters.
Excerpt: It is cold here. I stand in the hope of meeting you one day and shaking your hand. I am told you have very warm blue eyes, Fai wrote.
Sakura brought him the first letter three weeks after she began attending school there in Tokyo. It was sealed with something that smelled like honey and looked like amber. The paper felt thick and it was richly textured, like good stationery usually was, and the writer had penned his name in a woman's handwriting, using a scratchy sort of inkpen (a quill, Touya might have realized, if only he had lived a hundred years earlier).
Sakura's eyes were wide and bright, but confused. She didn't seem to know much about the person who had given her the letter for her brother-- just that he was a kind man with blonde hair.
His name was Fai, Touya discovered, taking the letter back into his bedroom and reading it in private. He was traveling, due to odd and necessary circumstances, among children and pets, a dangerous man, and a dark-haired one. He seemed to think he was the dangerous one, but he didn't think about it much. The short letter gave only a glimpse of Fai's history, spending most of the page attempting to convince Touya to be his penpal in his time of uncertainty.
Your sister's friend is a very keen woman and she suggested to me that you desired companionship as much as I do. I may be outcast from my country, but you are outcast from your home, which is so much more valuable to you. I have lost my own dearest "sister," but you have lost true love, and my losses cannot compare. I think that I would like to be your friend, Kinomoto Touya. I would like to learn to live from you. You seem to have the knack.
He nearly threw the paper away, but Fai's words were desperate and full of rain between the paragraphs, and he wrote back instead, passing the letter back to Sakura when he met her next to celebrate her sixteenth birthday.
You seem to have the advantage of me, Flowright, because you know much of me and I know little of you. Tell me about your sister. Maybe then I can tell you about Yuki, the most wonderful man I have ever met.
He bought some stationery in anticipation of the next communique, standing in line awkwardly at a shop down the street from his work. He tucked it under his jacket when he returned to the club where he worked, and declined Motosawa's offer to have a drink after their shift was ended. The both of them needed to study anyway-- Motosawa so he could make another attempt at entrance exams, and Touya so he could pass his again. He'd sort of fallen apart when Yukito had left, and it had cost him a semester of college and his enrollment. His whole life had fallen down around the huge hole Yukito had left. Drinking wouldn't fill it; college wouldn't; even dear Sakura. His father worried so he didn't visit much.
He wrote three letters waiting for Fai's next one, and he threw them away, feeling like a little kid who couldn't wait for his birthday. Fai's tone was a little wearier this time, but still doggedly cheerful. He believed in his mission and his companions. It was amazing, Touya thought, that he couldn't believe in himself, even seeing all of the things he had been through to get to this place.
I feel I have little left to give these people and you, Touya. I will do my best to give all I have for a cause I believe in, but I think my cheer is fading. My very desire to be alive is fading. I cause too much trouble to them. I will smile for her and I will look strong for the boy, but the black-haired one sees through me. His eyes-- oh, Touya, perhaps you know someone like this-- they see through falsehood as easily as one sees through tissue paper.
It is cold here. I stand in the hope of meeting you one day and shaking your hand. I am told you have very warm blue eyes.
Touya himself never quite thought about his habit of taking care of people, a trick learned at his mother's deathbed, when the woman tried to make her children laugh so that her coughs seemed less serious. Sakura might have seen it in him had she read her brother's letters, but she knew better. Watanuki had made it abundantly clear in word and deed-- one had to follow Yuuko's instructions down to the letter, or face consequences that would ultimately be your own fault. So she never unsealed them, even as they grew thicker and thicker and the world revolved around into winter and spring again. Yuuko was pensive and anticipatory; perhaps this was the air Sakura carried to Touya in the hood of her cloak.
I cannot see. I cannot see. I cannot see, Fai wrote. I see for you, Touya wrote. Keep on.
Until we should meet, Fai signed his letters. It was the only promise he made these days. Touya strode through the late spring slush and passed the entrance exams for school the next year. He watched Motosawa fall in love. And slowly his own bitterness passed away.
And on the first of June, Sakura took his hand and led him to a small shop he swore he'd never seen before. The air was warm and the sky was new blue. It reflected in the eye of the young-old man waiting at the window to see him.
And then it was time for them to live.
Length:
Fandom: Cardcaptor Sakura/Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles/xxxHOLiC/Chobits
Title: Until
Author: rhap_chan
Theme(s): Fai and Touya: the beginning of their passionate love affair
Pairing/Characters: Touya/Fai (YES as pairing); Touya/Yukito mentioned
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Cardcaptor Sakura, Chobits, xxxHOLiC, and Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle all belong to CLAMP. All fanfiction archived here is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. I do not profit from these writings. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.
Note: Set in the same universe as "Meet," not that it really matters.
Excerpt: It is cold here. I stand in the hope of meeting you one day and shaking your hand. I am told you have very warm blue eyes, Fai wrote.
Sakura brought him the first letter three weeks after she began attending school there in Tokyo. It was sealed with something that smelled like honey and looked like amber. The paper felt thick and it was richly textured, like good stationery usually was, and the writer had penned his name in a woman's handwriting, using a scratchy sort of inkpen (a quill, Touya might have realized, if only he had lived a hundred years earlier).
Sakura's eyes were wide and bright, but confused. She didn't seem to know much about the person who had given her the letter for her brother-- just that he was a kind man with blonde hair.
His name was Fai, Touya discovered, taking the letter back into his bedroom and reading it in private. He was traveling, due to odd and necessary circumstances, among children and pets, a dangerous man, and a dark-haired one. He seemed to think he was the dangerous one, but he didn't think about it much. The short letter gave only a glimpse of Fai's history, spending most of the page attempting to convince Touya to be his penpal in his time of uncertainty.
Your sister's friend is a very keen woman and she suggested to me that you desired companionship as much as I do. I may be outcast from my country, but you are outcast from your home, which is so much more valuable to you. I have lost my own dearest "sister," but you have lost true love, and my losses cannot compare. I think that I would like to be your friend, Kinomoto Touya. I would like to learn to live from you. You seem to have the knack.
He nearly threw the paper away, but Fai's words were desperate and full of rain between the paragraphs, and he wrote back instead, passing the letter back to Sakura when he met her next to celebrate her sixteenth birthday.
You seem to have the advantage of me, Flowright, because you know much of me and I know little of you. Tell me about your sister. Maybe then I can tell you about Yuki, the most wonderful man I have ever met.
He bought some stationery in anticipation of the next communique, standing in line awkwardly at a shop down the street from his work. He tucked it under his jacket when he returned to the club where he worked, and declined Motosawa's offer to have a drink after their shift was ended. The both of them needed to study anyway-- Motosawa so he could make another attempt at entrance exams, and Touya so he could pass his again. He'd sort of fallen apart when Yukito had left, and it had cost him a semester of college and his enrollment. His whole life had fallen down around the huge hole Yukito had left. Drinking wouldn't fill it; college wouldn't; even dear Sakura. His father worried so he didn't visit much.
He wrote three letters waiting for Fai's next one, and he threw them away, feeling like a little kid who couldn't wait for his birthday. Fai's tone was a little wearier this time, but still doggedly cheerful. He believed in his mission and his companions. It was amazing, Touya thought, that he couldn't believe in himself, even seeing all of the things he had been through to get to this place.
I feel I have little left to give these people and you, Touya. I will do my best to give all I have for a cause I believe in, but I think my cheer is fading. My very desire to be alive is fading. I cause too much trouble to them. I will smile for her and I will look strong for the boy, but the black-haired one sees through me. His eyes-- oh, Touya, perhaps you know someone like this-- they see through falsehood as easily as one sees through tissue paper.
It is cold here. I stand in the hope of meeting you one day and shaking your hand. I am told you have very warm blue eyes.
Touya himself never quite thought about his habit of taking care of people, a trick learned at his mother's deathbed, when the woman tried to make her children laugh so that her coughs seemed less serious. Sakura might have seen it in him had she read her brother's letters, but she knew better. Watanuki had made it abundantly clear in word and deed-- one had to follow Yuuko's instructions down to the letter, or face consequences that would ultimately be your own fault. So she never unsealed them, even as they grew thicker and thicker and the world revolved around into winter and spring again. Yuuko was pensive and anticipatory; perhaps this was the air Sakura carried to Touya in the hood of her cloak.
I cannot see. I cannot see. I cannot see, Fai wrote. I see for you, Touya wrote. Keep on.
Until we should meet, Fai signed his letters. It was the only promise he made these days. Touya strode through the late spring slush and passed the entrance exams for school the next year. He watched Motosawa fall in love. And slowly his own bitterness passed away.
And on the first of June, Sakura took his hand and led him to a small shop he swore he'd never seen before. The air was warm and the sky was new blue. It reflected in the eye of the young-old man waiting at the window to see him.
And then it was time for them to live.
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