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storypaint) wrote2009-10-13 08:34 am
storypaint) wrote2009-10-13 08:34 am
Formal (Yuuko/Himawari)
Title: Formal
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 467 words
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
31_days: 11 Oct 09 // I feel about average; comment_fic: XXXholic, Yuuko/Himawari, tuxedo
Pairing: slight Yuuko/Himawari; slight Doumeki/Watanuki/Himawari implied
Other: n/a
Excerpt: Yuuko appeared in front of her shop dressed in a tuxedo, long and lean with a top hat perched jauntily across her pinned-up hair, and she took Himawari's arm.
She hadn't thought of it like a date, when she asked Yuuko out with her. Himawari had thought of it like this-- there were only two people she knew who weren't destined to horrible fates when she spent time with them, and those people were Doumeki and Yuuko. And she'd seen a movie (rented, of course) with Doumeki and Watanuki last week.
She felt sorry for Yuuko sometimes. She knew that the witch left her shop on occasion. There had been that time when Watanuki had almost died, after all, when Yuuko had been away "making gods," or so Watanuki had told her. But it seemed to Himawari that Yuuko might be nearly as lonely as she could be sometimes, seeing only Watanuki and Mokona and the girls all day long. She lived there in the shop, and from what Watanuki said, she had probably been there a very long time. Yuuko seemed ageless, but in a way that felt experienced; not old, but long-lived. She had to be older than the late twenties she appeared to be.
But Yuuko appeared in front of her shop dressed in a tuxedo, long and lean with a top hat perched jauntily across her pinned-up hair, and she took Himawari's arm. They talked of little, Watanuki and the weather and pleasantries, and for once, Himawari felt normal. She wasn't worried that Yuuko would fall into the path of traffic, or into a shop window, or any of the other fates that happened to those who dared spend time with her.
It felt like a date, almost, like last week when Watanuki, wearied from one of Yuuko's tasks, had fallen asleep in the middle of the movie and had almost leaned on her. She'd looked up at Doumeki, pleading, and he'd switched seats with her, even though he knew Watanuki would be angry when he woke with his head on Doumeki's shoulder. But she'd fallen asleep too, somehow, and woke with her head on Doumeki's other shoulder, and when she'd woken she'd felt warm and safe for once.
(But the movie had cracked and broken, and she'd paid for it, even though the rental had been in Watanuki's name, and she wouldn't accept anything from him in return.)
Yuuko had marvelous stories, Himawari discovered, of places she'd been and things she'd seen, and she was a good storyteller. They ate oden from an outdoor stand, which made Himawari pleasantly warm, and though they'd started out arm-in-arm, they returned to the shop loosely hand-in-hand.
Yuuko turned to her, leaned down, and kissed her chastely on the forehead.
"Payment," she said, and winked, before sauntering back through the gates to her home.
And though Himawari walked home alone, she didn't feel lonely at all.
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 467 words
Prompt:
31_days: 11 Oct 09 // I feel about average; comment_fic: XXXholic, Yuuko/Himawari, tuxedoPairing: slight Yuuko/Himawari; slight Doumeki/Watanuki/Himawari implied
Other: n/a
Excerpt: Yuuko appeared in front of her shop dressed in a tuxedo, long and lean with a top hat perched jauntily across her pinned-up hair, and she took Himawari's arm.
She hadn't thought of it like a date, when she asked Yuuko out with her. Himawari had thought of it like this-- there were only two people she knew who weren't destined to horrible fates when she spent time with them, and those people were Doumeki and Yuuko. And she'd seen a movie (rented, of course) with Doumeki and Watanuki last week.
She felt sorry for Yuuko sometimes. She knew that the witch left her shop on occasion. There had been that time when Watanuki had almost died, after all, when Yuuko had been away "making gods," or so Watanuki had told her. But it seemed to Himawari that Yuuko might be nearly as lonely as she could be sometimes, seeing only Watanuki and Mokona and the girls all day long. She lived there in the shop, and from what Watanuki said, she had probably been there a very long time. Yuuko seemed ageless, but in a way that felt experienced; not old, but long-lived. She had to be older than the late twenties she appeared to be.
But Yuuko appeared in front of her shop dressed in a tuxedo, long and lean with a top hat perched jauntily across her pinned-up hair, and she took Himawari's arm. They talked of little, Watanuki and the weather and pleasantries, and for once, Himawari felt normal. She wasn't worried that Yuuko would fall into the path of traffic, or into a shop window, or any of the other fates that happened to those who dared spend time with her.
It felt like a date, almost, like last week when Watanuki, wearied from one of Yuuko's tasks, had fallen asleep in the middle of the movie and had almost leaned on her. She'd looked up at Doumeki, pleading, and he'd switched seats with her, even though he knew Watanuki would be angry when he woke with his head on Doumeki's shoulder. But she'd fallen asleep too, somehow, and woke with her head on Doumeki's other shoulder, and when she'd woken she'd felt warm and safe for once.
(But the movie had cracked and broken, and she'd paid for it, even though the rental had been in Watanuki's name, and she wouldn't accept anything from him in return.)
Yuuko had marvelous stories, Himawari discovered, of places she'd been and things she'd seen, and she was a good storyteller. They ate oden from an outdoor stand, which made Himawari pleasantly warm, and though they'd started out arm-in-arm, they returned to the shop loosely hand-in-hand.
Yuuko turned to her, leaned down, and kissed her chastely on the forehead.
"Payment," she said, and winked, before sauntering back through the gates to her home.
And though Himawari walked home alone, she didn't feel lonely at all.