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Home-cooked (Yukito gen)
Title: Home-cooked
Fandom: Cardcaptor Sakura
Length: 493 words
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
clampanonmeme: Fujitaka cooks, Yukito watches, and Yue thinks about how he's similar to Clow.
Pairing: Yuki gen; slight Yue/Clow
Other: n/a
Excerpt: He's always thought there was something familiar about the way that Fujitaka cooked, glasses pushed high on his nose and humming under his breath, but he could never put his finger on it.
Fujitaka cooks efficiently and with a smile, elbows tucked in, tie loosened, sleeves pulled out of the way. Yukito has sat at his table many times, chopped vegetables or shaped rice against his host's protests to stay still, but sometimes he just watches.
He's always thought there was something familiar about the way that Fujitaka cooked, glasses pushed high on his nose and humming under his breath, but he could never put his finger on it. It was comforting, in any case, and some days Yuki stayed for dinner simply because Fujitaka was cooking, not that he'd tell Touya that. It wasn't anything against Touya, after all. It was different.
He's like him, Yue says finally one day in the back of Yukito's mind. Yue rarely speaks to him, even after Yukito found out he existed, and he's surprised that Yue is volunteering this information. For someone who shares his existence, Yue is a very private person.
Yuki shuts his eyes and sees a momentary vision of another man in glasses, braid tucked behind, the sleeves of his robe pulled back out of the way. He knows then, that Yue liked to watch Clow cook, even though he could rarely be convinced to eat anything (a sample from his fingertips, perhaps, and he doesn't think Yue means him to know that). He knows that Clow used to hum tunelessly under his breath, used to cook enough food for an army-- or enough for Cerberus, anyway-- and more besides for... someone else. That part of the memory slips away.
Yukito opens his eyes. "I see," he breathes. Yue's mental answer is little more than acknowledgment, and maybe a touch of embarrassment. How he could be embarrassed to show these things to his other self, Yukito doesn't understand-- he likes to learn about Yue's life, since sometimes he feels guilty living most of the time as himself, and because Yue is someone closer than a brother to him, even if Yue doesn't like that idea. Yue knows everything about Yukito; Yukito would like to know more about Yue.
"Hmm?" Fujitaka says. Yukito shakes his head. After a moment, the older man turns back to the stove.
Fujitaka lets the oil sizzle in the pan, beginning to hum again carelessly, his voice low and contented, and Yukito smiles.
Touya comes in and ruffles his hair. Yukito blinks again, coming back from his thoughts.
"How's dinner coming, Dad?" he asks.
"Oh, let me help!" Yukito offers, getting to his feet. Fujitaka just laughs.
"Tsukishiro-kun--"
"We'll both help," Touya replies, bumping Yukito's shoulder until he crosses the counter to the fridge and pulls out the vegetables Fujitaka will need in a few minutes. He knows the Kinomoto kitchen as well as his own. The thought makes Yukito warm inside.
"Something new," he whispers to Yue, who barely rustles his mental wings in acknowledgment, but a smile still blooms on Yuki's face.
Fandom: Cardcaptor Sakura
Length: 493 words
Prompt:
clampanonmeme: Fujitaka cooks, Yukito watches, and Yue thinks about how he's similar to Clow.Pairing: Yuki gen; slight Yue/Clow
Other: n/a
Excerpt: He's always thought there was something familiar about the way that Fujitaka cooked, glasses pushed high on his nose and humming under his breath, but he could never put his finger on it.
Fujitaka cooks efficiently and with a smile, elbows tucked in, tie loosened, sleeves pulled out of the way. Yukito has sat at his table many times, chopped vegetables or shaped rice against his host's protests to stay still, but sometimes he just watches.
He's always thought there was something familiar about the way that Fujitaka cooked, glasses pushed high on his nose and humming under his breath, but he could never put his finger on it. It was comforting, in any case, and some days Yuki stayed for dinner simply because Fujitaka was cooking, not that he'd tell Touya that. It wasn't anything against Touya, after all. It was different.
He's like him, Yue says finally one day in the back of Yukito's mind. Yue rarely speaks to him, even after Yukito found out he existed, and he's surprised that Yue is volunteering this information. For someone who shares his existence, Yue is a very private person.
Yuki shuts his eyes and sees a momentary vision of another man in glasses, braid tucked behind, the sleeves of his robe pulled back out of the way. He knows then, that Yue liked to watch Clow cook, even though he could rarely be convinced to eat anything (a sample from his fingertips, perhaps, and he doesn't think Yue means him to know that). He knows that Clow used to hum tunelessly under his breath, used to cook enough food for an army-- or enough for Cerberus, anyway-- and more besides for... someone else. That part of the memory slips away.
Yukito opens his eyes. "I see," he breathes. Yue's mental answer is little more than acknowledgment, and maybe a touch of embarrassment. How he could be embarrassed to show these things to his other self, Yukito doesn't understand-- he likes to learn about Yue's life, since sometimes he feels guilty living most of the time as himself, and because Yue is someone closer than a brother to him, even if Yue doesn't like that idea. Yue knows everything about Yukito; Yukito would like to know more about Yue.
"Hmm?" Fujitaka says. Yukito shakes his head. After a moment, the older man turns back to the stove.
Fujitaka lets the oil sizzle in the pan, beginning to hum again carelessly, his voice low and contented, and Yukito smiles.
Touya comes in and ruffles his hair. Yukito blinks again, coming back from his thoughts.
"How's dinner coming, Dad?" he asks.
"Oh, let me help!" Yukito offers, getting to his feet. Fujitaka just laughs.
"Tsukishiro-kun--"
"We'll both help," Touya replies, bumping Yukito's shoulder until he crosses the counter to the fridge and pulls out the vegetables Fujitaka will need in a few minutes. He knows the Kinomoto kitchen as well as his own. The thought makes Yukito warm inside.
"Something new," he whispers to Yue, who barely rustles his mental wings in acknowledgment, but a smile still blooms on Yuki's face.