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traveler's log: Five Worlds Clow and Yuuko Visited (Clow/Yuuko)
Title: traveler's log: Five Worlds Clow and Yuuko Visited
Fandom: xxxHOLiC(/Magic Knight Rayearth/Wish)
Length: 1027 words
Prompt: A five-things fic for Clow/Yuuko for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lady_kikyou; journeys and quests for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
cliche_bingo
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko
Other: #1 is a MKR crossover, #5 is a Wish crossover, the rest aren't CLAMP worlds.
Excerpt: The way that the angels dressed reminded Yuuko of Yue. She gave Clow a measured look. After a moment, he shrugged and turned to rest his arms on the rail of the bridge, looking out.
i. do-over
They never thought of there being a literal "end to the universe" until they came to one of the edges and met a creator.
"Puu," he said to them, as large as a planet, with wings brighter than the sun.
"Manjuu," Yuuko whispered to Clow before she could stop herself.
The god laughed. Mokona, he corrected in a language that didn't pass through their ears.
They'd known how to walk through other universes in dreams, but Mokona taught them-- taught Yuuko, mostly, since travel was already a specialty of hers-- how to do more than that. Her magic array morphed and changed more than it ever had since she'd created it.
She spent an afternoon staring at it, checking things over, before she gestured at Clow to stand about a foot away from her chalk representation. Once in chalk, and then after that, all in mind.
He fed power into her spells and they made the transition without problem, though actual arrival was a tad problematic. It was a good thing that they'd manifested high enough that Clow could react quickly, reaching for a card, then pulling her up onto the winged staff, which gleamed in the sunlight. She clamped her thighs around it and clung tightly to him.
"I hate flying," she muttered.
"Didn't catch that!" Clow said cheerfully. "Too much wind."
His ponytail whipped in her face. "Isn't it beautiful?" he shouted.
"What?"
"Cephiro," he said, gesturing grandly as if he'd been the one to create it. The forests and oceans below them looked old, but somehow fresh.
"It is," she replied into his shoulder.
She wondered if Mokona would like it more than Earth.
ii. posturing
It was the first world that she felt she didn't fit into, and that, more importantly, he did. She loved elaborate costuming and posturing, loved playing the strong role in their act, loved walking on that edge between discovery and blending in.
She couldn't breathe in this dress and everyone assumed here that she belonged to him, and not the other way around. And he was just nodding and bowing and rattling off responses to their inquiries in a dialect of Chinese long dead.
She threw a tantrum in their room, ripping her clothes off in a manner utterly unseductive (and even though Clow always thought she was sexy when she was angry, he didn't dare to try). When their host knocked, inquiring after them, he told the man something that he was very glad she couldn't understand.
She stopped; her shoulders fell. She looked at him.
"Let's disappear," he replied, waving a hand.
"You said you wanted something here," she muttered, leaning down and picking up the edge of her skirt, wondering if it would be worth it to repair the singed edge.
"It's not important," he replied easily, reaching down to put his arms around her. The wind rose up to stir her clothing as they departed; it was the object of much question the next day when their host opened the door to find only a half-burnt dress and enough money to pay for their stay on the dresser.
That was of less concern to her than the fact that they materialized in a busy street and she was still only wearing her underwear.
iii. three for a wedding
They were married a week after arrival and Yuuko kept turning the stud in her ear absent-mindedly, wincing when the scabs broke.
"It won't heal that way," he said without looking up from the text in his hands. She scowled at the mirror. He turned a page.
"I don't want it to heal."
"Want to remember that special night forever?" he said, not bothering to hide the amusement in his voice. She gave up taking down her hair and stalked over to the bed to snatch the book from his hands.
"This," she said, pointing to the matching earring in his left ear, "is only valid until we leave this world. And it's only a ruse, anyway."
"Perhaps that's best," he said mildly, and he took the book back in some swift twist of magic she didn't understand.
"Oh, is that so?" she replied coldly.
"Mm," he answered, finding his page again and resettling his glasses on his nose. "I'd hate to think we've become that domestic."
He looked up at her and winked. She scowled.
"You're sleeping on the couch."
"You see what I mean, darling?"
"I mean it."
iv. temp work
He'd been working as a fieldhand for three months before he heard the horse amble by. He looked up and wiped the sweat from his forehead when the hoofbeats stopped.
"What are you doing?" she called down at him, as the horse danced with eagerness beneath her. She seemed utterly comfortable there in the saddle, even in full riding regalia.
He adjusted his hat and smiled. "Waiting for you, of course."
She sighed theatrically. "Well, come on."
He shook his head and pointed to the overseer's shack. "Responsibilities."
She slapped a gloved hand to her forehead. He didn't tell her that it left an odd black smudge there.
"What, do I have to buy your freedom?"
"Three coins should do it," he replied, bending back down.
"And is there some reason you've sold yourself into slavery?"
He looked up at her again with a lopsided grin. "Just blending into the populace."
She sighed again. She kicked the horse and it clopped further down the road.
"Overseer!" she shouted. "You've something of mine!"
Clow laughed, deep in his throat, and went back to harvesting plants.
v. flew
The way that the angels dressed reminded Yuuko of Yue. She gave Clow a measured look. After a moment, he shrugged and turned to rest his arms on the rail of the bridge, looking out.
Had he seen this moment in a dream? Was it simply coincidence? Sometimes these days he couldn't even tell her.
She leaned on the bridge, and after a moment, rested her head against his arm.
"They want to meet with you now," a voice said. They both turned. The speaker wore a familiar scowl and wings that glittered in the sunlight. Clow smiled down at the angel gently.
"Thank you," he said. He offered Yuuko his arm but seemed unphased when she didn't take it, instead choosing to follow after the angel on her own. She was dressed in full dimension-witching regalia and he resisted the urge to reach out and straighten her hairpiece, knowing it would just annoy her.
He trailed after her, humming gently under his breath. He wanted to go home and paint this bridge between worlds.
Perhaps there would be time left.
Fandom: xxxHOLiC(/Magic Knight Rayearth/Wish)
Length: 1027 words
Prompt: A five-things fic for Clow/Yuuko for
lady_kikyou; journeys and quests for cliche_bingoPairing: Clow/Yuuko
Other: #1 is a MKR crossover, #5 is a Wish crossover, the rest aren't CLAMP worlds.
Excerpt: The way that the angels dressed reminded Yuuko of Yue. She gave Clow a measured look. After a moment, he shrugged and turned to rest his arms on the rail of the bridge, looking out.
i. do-over
They never thought of there being a literal "end to the universe" until they came to one of the edges and met a creator.
"Puu," he said to them, as large as a planet, with wings brighter than the sun.
"Manjuu," Yuuko whispered to Clow before she could stop herself.
The god laughed. Mokona, he corrected in a language that didn't pass through their ears.
They'd known how to walk through other universes in dreams, but Mokona taught them-- taught Yuuko, mostly, since travel was already a specialty of hers-- how to do more than that. Her magic array morphed and changed more than it ever had since she'd created it.
She spent an afternoon staring at it, checking things over, before she gestured at Clow to stand about a foot away from her chalk representation. Once in chalk, and then after that, all in mind.
He fed power into her spells and they made the transition without problem, though actual arrival was a tad problematic. It was a good thing that they'd manifested high enough that Clow could react quickly, reaching for a card, then pulling her up onto the winged staff, which gleamed in the sunlight. She clamped her thighs around it and clung tightly to him.
"I hate flying," she muttered.
"Didn't catch that!" Clow said cheerfully. "Too much wind."
His ponytail whipped in her face. "Isn't it beautiful?" he shouted.
"What?"
"Cephiro," he said, gesturing grandly as if he'd been the one to create it. The forests and oceans below them looked old, but somehow fresh.
"It is," she replied into his shoulder.
She wondered if Mokona would like it more than Earth.
ii. posturing
It was the first world that she felt she didn't fit into, and that, more importantly, he did. She loved elaborate costuming and posturing, loved playing the strong role in their act, loved walking on that edge between discovery and blending in.
She couldn't breathe in this dress and everyone assumed here that she belonged to him, and not the other way around. And he was just nodding and bowing and rattling off responses to their inquiries in a dialect of Chinese long dead.
She threw a tantrum in their room, ripping her clothes off in a manner utterly unseductive (and even though Clow always thought she was sexy when she was angry, he didn't dare to try). When their host knocked, inquiring after them, he told the man something that he was very glad she couldn't understand.
She stopped; her shoulders fell. She looked at him.
"Let's disappear," he replied, waving a hand.
"You said you wanted something here," she muttered, leaning down and picking up the edge of her skirt, wondering if it would be worth it to repair the singed edge.
"It's not important," he replied easily, reaching down to put his arms around her. The wind rose up to stir her clothing as they departed; it was the object of much question the next day when their host opened the door to find only a half-burnt dress and enough money to pay for their stay on the dresser.
That was of less concern to her than the fact that they materialized in a busy street and she was still only wearing her underwear.
iii. three for a wedding
They were married a week after arrival and Yuuko kept turning the stud in her ear absent-mindedly, wincing when the scabs broke.
"It won't heal that way," he said without looking up from the text in his hands. She scowled at the mirror. He turned a page.
"I don't want it to heal."
"Want to remember that special night forever?" he said, not bothering to hide the amusement in his voice. She gave up taking down her hair and stalked over to the bed to snatch the book from his hands.
"This," she said, pointing to the matching earring in his left ear, "is only valid until we leave this world. And it's only a ruse, anyway."
"Perhaps that's best," he said mildly, and he took the book back in some swift twist of magic she didn't understand.
"Oh, is that so?" she replied coldly.
"Mm," he answered, finding his page again and resettling his glasses on his nose. "I'd hate to think we've become that domestic."
He looked up at her and winked. She scowled.
"You're sleeping on the couch."
"You see what I mean, darling?"
"I mean it."
iv. temp work
He'd been working as a fieldhand for three months before he heard the horse amble by. He looked up and wiped the sweat from his forehead when the hoofbeats stopped.
"What are you doing?" she called down at him, as the horse danced with eagerness beneath her. She seemed utterly comfortable there in the saddle, even in full riding regalia.
He adjusted his hat and smiled. "Waiting for you, of course."
She sighed theatrically. "Well, come on."
He shook his head and pointed to the overseer's shack. "Responsibilities."
She slapped a gloved hand to her forehead. He didn't tell her that it left an odd black smudge there.
"What, do I have to buy your freedom?"
"Three coins should do it," he replied, bending back down.
"And is there some reason you've sold yourself into slavery?"
He looked up at her again with a lopsided grin. "Just blending into the populace."
She sighed again. She kicked the horse and it clopped further down the road.
"Overseer!" she shouted. "You've something of mine!"
Clow laughed, deep in his throat, and went back to harvesting plants.
v. flew
The way that the angels dressed reminded Yuuko of Yue. She gave Clow a measured look. After a moment, he shrugged and turned to rest his arms on the rail of the bridge, looking out.
Had he seen this moment in a dream? Was it simply coincidence? Sometimes these days he couldn't even tell her.
She leaned on the bridge, and after a moment, rested her head against his arm.
"They want to meet with you now," a voice said. They both turned. The speaker wore a familiar scowl and wings that glittered in the sunlight. Clow smiled down at the angel gently.
"Thank you," he said. He offered Yuuko his arm but seemed unphased when she didn't take it, instead choosing to follow after the angel on her own. She was dressed in full dimension-witching regalia and he resisted the urge to reach out and straighten her hairpiece, knowing it would just annoy her.
He trailed after her, humming gently under his breath. He wanted to go home and paint this bridge between worlds.
Perhaps there would be time left.
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I actually wrote the second one first and it's my favorite of them too!