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storypaint) wrote2009-01-05 03:48 pm
storypaint) wrote2009-01-05 03:48 pm
Break (Touya/Tomoyo)
Title: Break
Length: 665 words
Prompt: fic-or-treat for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mellowcandle
Pairing: slight Touya/Tomoyo; past Touya/Yukito; mentioned Eriol/Kaho
Other: n/a
Excerpt: Touya had never quite fallen out of the habit of acquiring part-time seasonal jobs, and he was always running into people he'd known from school or college. The woman who'd come up to his small stall looked familiar at first glance, but he couldn't quite place her.
About.com says, "Obon is not a Japanese national holiday, but many people take vacations during obon so that they can visit their hometowns." It's a festival for the dead and the closest Japanese equivalent to Halloween.
Touya had never quite fallen out of the habit of acquiring part-time seasonal jobs, and he was always running into people he'd known from school or college. The woman who'd come up to his small stall looked familiar at first glance, but he couldn't quite place her.
"Kinomoto-san," she said in a rich, warm voice, and he started a little. He looked up from his work into lavender eyes tucked behind sensible wire-framed glasses. Absently she ran a hand through her dark hair, smiling.
It had been nearly four years since he'd seen Tomoyo, but he recognized her then, and he smiled back broadly.
"Daidouji-san," he said. "I haven't seen you around for a while."
His hands were working the dough on autopilot-- he'd been at this long enough to be an expert. There was something comfortable in the familiarity and in Tomoyo's grin. He'd seen it countless times, Tomoyo's small hand tucked into Sakura's.
He had sort of missed it, really, since Sakura had gone off to Hong Kong with the brat. He'd gotten used to little girls underfoot, the giggling, even the plush toy. It was sort of lonely in the house with just him and his father now.
And Tomoyo was not a little girl anymore. He could definitely see that. She had grown taller, shapelier, filling out the suit she wore quite nicely.
"Mother asked me to come home for Obon," she said. "She doesn't understand my desire to work in England. She travels a lot, but she always comes back to Japan."
There was a tiny bit of disappointment that passed through Touya at the word "England." That was where the creepy Clow-boy lived, wasn't it? With Kaho, he'd thought, but...
"It's nice to see you in town," he said instead of inquiring. "I'm sorry that Sakura isn't here as well."
"Babies on planes is a terrible idea," she said with a forced laugh. "Believe me, I've been on enough planes."
He laughed easily, but he knew what she was going to ask next. And she did.
"Where's Tsukihiro-san?" she said, peering around as though she expected him to come around the corner of the booth and join them. Touya sighed as quietly as he could, but she caught it and looked at him for a moment.
Before he could explain, she said, "I'm sorry," and the awkwardness filled the August air. Touya found himself focused on the food again, his hands dancing on the utensils. He was definitely not thinking about Yukito. He was thinking about... about Tomoyo. He glanced up at her again, at her suddenly solemn face, and then asked a question himself.
"So, England...? Do you see Hiiragizawa much?"
He sounded like an idiot, he knew he did. He was cursing himself for asking the question, but she laughed, waving a hand.
"It's a large country," she told him, "and he is preoccupied with his lovely wife most of the time, I am sure. You didn't think--?"
He didn't look up again, half of his mind wondering why there'd been no other visitors to his booth since she'd arrived. A lovely woman like that should have drawn them in like flies.
The awkwardness began to settle in again but she interrupted it.
"Can I get two of those?" she asked, her voice all business, and his heart sunk again as he wrapped up the food. He handed it to her, but she paused, her hands on his.
"And maybe someone to eat with? I don't know anyone here, Kinomoto-san. I'd be obliged of the company."
"Ah, well, I get off in about ten minutes, if that's okay," he said, wanting to throw the apron off immediately and follow her down the row of booths. She smiled. "Please, call me Touya," he found himself saying next, and she nodded.
The next ten minutes had never been so long.
Length: 665 words
Prompt: fic-or-treat for
mellowcandlePairing: slight Touya/Tomoyo; past Touya/Yukito; mentioned Eriol/Kaho
Other: n/a
Excerpt: Touya had never quite fallen out of the habit of acquiring part-time seasonal jobs, and he was always running into people he'd known from school or college. The woman who'd come up to his small stall looked familiar at first glance, but he couldn't quite place her.
About.com says, "Obon is not a Japanese national holiday, but many people take vacations during obon so that they can visit their hometowns." It's a festival for the dead and the closest Japanese equivalent to Halloween.
Touya had never quite fallen out of the habit of acquiring part-time seasonal jobs, and he was always running into people he'd known from school or college. The woman who'd come up to his small stall looked familiar at first glance, but he couldn't quite place her.
"Kinomoto-san," she said in a rich, warm voice, and he started a little. He looked up from his work into lavender eyes tucked behind sensible wire-framed glasses. Absently she ran a hand through her dark hair, smiling.
It had been nearly four years since he'd seen Tomoyo, but he recognized her then, and he smiled back broadly.
"Daidouji-san," he said. "I haven't seen you around for a while."
His hands were working the dough on autopilot-- he'd been at this long enough to be an expert. There was something comfortable in the familiarity and in Tomoyo's grin. He'd seen it countless times, Tomoyo's small hand tucked into Sakura's.
He had sort of missed it, really, since Sakura had gone off to Hong Kong with the brat. He'd gotten used to little girls underfoot, the giggling, even the plush toy. It was sort of lonely in the house with just him and his father now.
And Tomoyo was not a little girl anymore. He could definitely see that. She had grown taller, shapelier, filling out the suit she wore quite nicely.
"Mother asked me to come home for Obon," she said. "She doesn't understand my desire to work in England. She travels a lot, but she always comes back to Japan."
There was a tiny bit of disappointment that passed through Touya at the word "England." That was where the creepy Clow-boy lived, wasn't it? With Kaho, he'd thought, but...
"It's nice to see you in town," he said instead of inquiring. "I'm sorry that Sakura isn't here as well."
"Babies on planes is a terrible idea," she said with a forced laugh. "Believe me, I've been on enough planes."
He laughed easily, but he knew what she was going to ask next. And she did.
"Where's Tsukihiro-san?" she said, peering around as though she expected him to come around the corner of the booth and join them. Touya sighed as quietly as he could, but she caught it and looked at him for a moment.
Before he could explain, she said, "I'm sorry," and the awkwardness filled the August air. Touya found himself focused on the food again, his hands dancing on the utensils. He was definitely not thinking about Yukito. He was thinking about... about Tomoyo. He glanced up at her again, at her suddenly solemn face, and then asked a question himself.
"So, England...? Do you see Hiiragizawa much?"
He sounded like an idiot, he knew he did. He was cursing himself for asking the question, but she laughed, waving a hand.
"It's a large country," she told him, "and he is preoccupied with his lovely wife most of the time, I am sure. You didn't think--?"
He didn't look up again, half of his mind wondering why there'd been no other visitors to his booth since she'd arrived. A lovely woman like that should have drawn them in like flies.
The awkwardness began to settle in again but she interrupted it.
"Can I get two of those?" she asked, her voice all business, and his heart sunk again as he wrapped up the food. He handed it to her, but she paused, her hands on his.
"And maybe someone to eat with? I don't know anyone here, Kinomoto-san. I'd be obliged of the company."
"Ah, well, I get off in about ten minutes, if that's okay," he said, wanting to throw the apron off immediately and follow her down the row of booths. She smiled. "Please, call me Touya," he found himself saying next, and she nodded.
The next ten minutes had never been so long.
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Tomoyo would be the most GORGEOUS adult woman. *__*
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And hey, I don't think it would be likely either, but *shrug* once in a while...