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The Weight of Life (Fujitaka gen)
Title: The Weight of Life
Pairing: Fujitaka and Yukito GEN; Touya/Yukito
Rating: G, character death
Comm: porn_battle on IJ. Someone please tell me why I take porn_battle prompts and write gen for them. Please.
Prompt: Card Captor Sakura, Fujitaka Kinomoto/Yukito Tsukishiro, gravity.
Wordcount: 715 words
Disclaimer: Cardcaptor Sakura belongs to CLAMP. This fanfic 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.
Excerpt: Death has a certain kind of special gravity, pulling one down-- onto a chair, to the knees, to the floor. In fact, Tsukihiro Yukito was lying with his face pressed into Touya's carpet when Fujitaka walked into the room.
Death has a certain kind of special gravity, pulling one down-- onto a chair, to the knees, to the floor. In fact, Tsukihiro Yukito was lying with his face pressed into Touya's carpet when Fujitaka walked into the room.
Yukito froze utterly. It had made sense, somehow, to be down here on the floor where the two of them had done their homework, had slept on occasion, had touched hands for the first time. Now he felt stupid and tears sprang to his eyes suddenly, like they had been doing at uncontrollable times for the past week. Death's gravity felt like it was drowning him slowly.
Fujitaka stepped back, half out of the room. It was a gut reaction. He felt as though he'd stepped into something utterly intimate, somehow, and his brow creased. He knew who Yukito was, and the fact that Yukito only continued to exist because of Touya worried Fujitaka right now. Fujitaka had grown quite fond of Yukito over the years. He had constantly been at Touya's side. And when he wanted to move in with them, to leave that empty house, Fujitaka hadn't minded at all. Yukito was like a second son to him.
He didn't think he could bear losing two of his children in one week. Already his bones ached and his eyes were tired. He felt so old in his loss. It was like Nadeshiko all over again, and it had taken every ounce of his strength to live after she was gone. He suspected that Yukito was feeling the same way-- and he had less ties to this world than Fujitaka did.
So he stepped back for a moment, in shock, and then he walked into the room and sat down on the bed.
"Hello," he said.
Yukito sat up slowly, as though he felt as old as Fujitaka did, and he leaned back against the bed and hung his head.
"Hello," he said miserably.
Fujitaka looked at the younger man for a long moment, unsure of the next move. Then he reached out, carefully, and put a hand on Yukito's shoulder. After a stiff moment, Yukito shuddered a bit and leaned over against Fujitaka's leg.
"You don't have to leave, you know," Fujitaka said after a long moment, absently stroking his hair. It felt very soft. It reminded him of Touya, of having to tell him where his mother had gone, of a host of things that he would rather not remember. The deja vu was excruciating.
"I can't sleep in here anymore," Yukito said softly. "I can't sleep at all. And Yue..."
Fujitaka said nothing, waiting for him to finish. He didn't know Yue very well, except through borrowed memories. Yue didn't seem to like him much. Sakura had explained it to her father, once, so he had never prodded, but he still wondered.
"Yue will not talk to me at all. He has lost Clow and now he has lost Touya and he is afraid... that we will lose Sakura too."
Yukito swallowed.
"Sakura is still young yet," Fujitaka allowed, but all three of them were doubtlessly thinking, though Touya was young, too, and accidents can happen to anyone.
"Yes," Yukito said, his voice flat, and nothing more.
"I was not there," Fujitaka said hesitantly, "but I do remember hearing the story. And if Touya gave his magic to let you live, I think he would want you to continue."
"He gave his magic for Yue," Yukito said, and this time he lifted his head and looked over his shoulder at Fujitaka, his amber eyes somber.
"Perhaps. But he could not stand to see you disappear," Fujitaka said. He smiled a little. It was a ghost of his old smile but he knew it would be a while before that would return. "And neither could Sakura and I, you know. Or Kero, for that matter. You are the only person in the house who eats more than he does."
"You might save on food bills," Yuki pointed out, the half-joke all he could muster.
"Not worth it," Fujitaka said, almost cheerfully, and they sat in silence for a few moments, letting the weight in their hearts ease, just a little.
Pairing: Fujitaka and Yukito GEN; Touya/Yukito
Rating: G, character death
Comm: porn_battle on IJ. Someone please tell me why I take porn_battle prompts and write gen for them. Please.
Prompt: Card Captor Sakura, Fujitaka Kinomoto/Yukito Tsukishiro, gravity.
Wordcount: 715 words
Disclaimer: Cardcaptor Sakura belongs to CLAMP. This fanfic 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.
Excerpt: Death has a certain kind of special gravity, pulling one down-- onto a chair, to the knees, to the floor. In fact, Tsukihiro Yukito was lying with his face pressed into Touya's carpet when Fujitaka walked into the room.
Death has a certain kind of special gravity, pulling one down-- onto a chair, to the knees, to the floor. In fact, Tsukihiro Yukito was lying with his face pressed into Touya's carpet when Fujitaka walked into the room.
Yukito froze utterly. It had made sense, somehow, to be down here on the floor where the two of them had done their homework, had slept on occasion, had touched hands for the first time. Now he felt stupid and tears sprang to his eyes suddenly, like they had been doing at uncontrollable times for the past week. Death's gravity felt like it was drowning him slowly.
Fujitaka stepped back, half out of the room. It was a gut reaction. He felt as though he'd stepped into something utterly intimate, somehow, and his brow creased. He knew who Yukito was, and the fact that Yukito only continued to exist because of Touya worried Fujitaka right now. Fujitaka had grown quite fond of Yukito over the years. He had constantly been at Touya's side. And when he wanted to move in with them, to leave that empty house, Fujitaka hadn't minded at all. Yukito was like a second son to him.
He didn't think he could bear losing two of his children in one week. Already his bones ached and his eyes were tired. He felt so old in his loss. It was like Nadeshiko all over again, and it had taken every ounce of his strength to live after she was gone. He suspected that Yukito was feeling the same way-- and he had less ties to this world than Fujitaka did.
So he stepped back for a moment, in shock, and then he walked into the room and sat down on the bed.
"Hello," he said.
Yukito sat up slowly, as though he felt as old as Fujitaka did, and he leaned back against the bed and hung his head.
"Hello," he said miserably.
Fujitaka looked at the younger man for a long moment, unsure of the next move. Then he reached out, carefully, and put a hand on Yukito's shoulder. After a stiff moment, Yukito shuddered a bit and leaned over against Fujitaka's leg.
"You don't have to leave, you know," Fujitaka said after a long moment, absently stroking his hair. It felt very soft. It reminded him of Touya, of having to tell him where his mother had gone, of a host of things that he would rather not remember. The deja vu was excruciating.
"I can't sleep in here anymore," Yukito said softly. "I can't sleep at all. And Yue..."
Fujitaka said nothing, waiting for him to finish. He didn't know Yue very well, except through borrowed memories. Yue didn't seem to like him much. Sakura had explained it to her father, once, so he had never prodded, but he still wondered.
"Yue will not talk to me at all. He has lost Clow and now he has lost Touya and he is afraid... that we will lose Sakura too."
Yukito swallowed.
"Sakura is still young yet," Fujitaka allowed, but all three of them were doubtlessly thinking, though Touya was young, too, and accidents can happen to anyone.
"Yes," Yukito said, his voice flat, and nothing more.
"I was not there," Fujitaka said hesitantly, "but I do remember hearing the story. And if Touya gave his magic to let you live, I think he would want you to continue."
"He gave his magic for Yue," Yukito said, and this time he lifted his head and looked over his shoulder at Fujitaka, his amber eyes somber.
"Perhaps. But he could not stand to see you disappear," Fujitaka said. He smiled a little. It was a ghost of his old smile but he knew it would be a while before that would return. "And neither could Sakura and I, you know. Or Kero, for that matter. You are the only person in the house who eats more than he does."
"You might save on food bills," Yuki pointed out, the half-joke all he could muster.
"Not worth it," Fujitaka said, almost cheerfully, and they sat in silence for a few moments, letting the weight in their hearts ease, just a little.