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storypaint) wrote2009-10-13 08:36 am
storypaint) wrote2009-10-13 08:36 am
Act One (Clow/Yuuko)
Title: Act One
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 525 words
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
31_days: 12 Oct 09 // now this day too enters history; comment_fic: xxxHolic, Clow/Yuuko, the first time she ever saw his face, the first time she ever toasted drinks with him
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko
Other: n/a
Excerpt: The first time she saw him he wasn't paying attention, and she realized then why people said that he was handsome: the strong jaw, the smart glint in his eye, the color of his skin, nearly as pale as her own.
The first time she saw him he wasn't paying attention, and she realized then why people said that he was handsome: the strong jaw, the smart glint in his eye, the color of his skin, nearly as pale as her own. They were at a party, a gathering of magicians in a large mansion owned by one of them in the countryside, and Clow was newly come to Japan, though you could hardly tell from the way he charmed the girls with his just-perceptible accent.
And then he turned and bowed to her, letting his grin surface, and she couldn't overcome the feeling that he was mocking her somehow.
"Why in the world would I mock such a beautiful woman?" Clow asked her, taking one of her bejeweled hands in his.
"How did you know--" what I was going to ask? she almost finished, but the look on his face stopped her. She'd heard of the great magician Clow Reed before, of his immense power, and his skills at divination. He'd Seen this moment, no doubt.
And she hadn't. So either it wasn't as relevant to her, or he was just being nosy.
So she turned her back to him and walked away, resisting the powerful urge to glance back and see his expression. She was sure his shock was amusing.
(But he was still smiling. It was a good thing she didn't turn.)
*
She ran into him later in the party. She certainly wasn't going to leave a good celebration (with free booze) just because of one idiot who thought the world of himself. He clicked his drink to hers without asking and said, "To new beginnings."
"Or endings," she answered, still disliking the know-it-all smile.
"They are the same, don't you think?" He smiled disarmingly. "I'm Clow Reed. It is nice to meet you."
"Yuuko," she admittedly begrudgingly, "Yuuko Ichihara, the Dimension Witch."
"One dimension could not contain you," he answered, still wearing that smile.
"Of course not," she snapped back, "as we generally operate in four. Don't you have another dimension to be in?"
"There is one," he said thoughtfully, "in which I refresh your glass."
She thrust it at him and spent the moments he was gone to regain her composure. She was known for being cool, in this group of magicians, but Clow Reed was rubbing her all the wrong ways, and still smiling while he was at it. She could leave him in a freezing world naked and seal the possibilities around him, and he just didn't care.
He returned with her glass and a fresh one of his own, and his fingers brushed hers for a moment too long when he passed it back. Her hand teased at the stem of the glass and she looked back up at him, considering.
When he asked if she would dance, she took his hand, elegantly, and as they whirled around the dance floor, they heard the whispers. The gossip seemed to amuse Clow.
"They can't decide if this would be a wonderful idea, or the most frightening one possible," he said to her, and there was mischief in him then, and she liked that.
"Shall we find out?" she breathed, and it was a new beginning, after all.
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 525 words
Prompt:
31_days: 12 Oct 09 // now this day too enters history; comment_fic: xxxHolic, Clow/Yuuko, the first time she ever saw his face, the first time she ever toasted drinks with himPairing: Clow/Yuuko
Other: n/a
Excerpt: The first time she saw him he wasn't paying attention, and she realized then why people said that he was handsome: the strong jaw, the smart glint in his eye, the color of his skin, nearly as pale as her own.
The first time she saw him he wasn't paying attention, and she realized then why people said that he was handsome: the strong jaw, the smart glint in his eye, the color of his skin, nearly as pale as her own. They were at a party, a gathering of magicians in a large mansion owned by one of them in the countryside, and Clow was newly come to Japan, though you could hardly tell from the way he charmed the girls with his just-perceptible accent.
And then he turned and bowed to her, letting his grin surface, and she couldn't overcome the feeling that he was mocking her somehow.
"Why in the world would I mock such a beautiful woman?" Clow asked her, taking one of her bejeweled hands in his.
"How did you know--" what I was going to ask? she almost finished, but the look on his face stopped her. She'd heard of the great magician Clow Reed before, of his immense power, and his skills at divination. He'd Seen this moment, no doubt.
And she hadn't. So either it wasn't as relevant to her, or he was just being nosy.
So she turned her back to him and walked away, resisting the powerful urge to glance back and see his expression. She was sure his shock was amusing.
(But he was still smiling. It was a good thing she didn't turn.)
*
She ran into him later in the party. She certainly wasn't going to leave a good celebration (with free booze) just because of one idiot who thought the world of himself. He clicked his drink to hers without asking and said, "To new beginnings."
"Or endings," she answered, still disliking the know-it-all smile.
"They are the same, don't you think?" He smiled disarmingly. "I'm Clow Reed. It is nice to meet you."
"Yuuko," she admittedly begrudgingly, "Yuuko Ichihara, the Dimension Witch."
"One dimension could not contain you," he answered, still wearing that smile.
"Of course not," she snapped back, "as we generally operate in four. Don't you have another dimension to be in?"
"There is one," he said thoughtfully, "in which I refresh your glass."
She thrust it at him and spent the moments he was gone to regain her composure. She was known for being cool, in this group of magicians, but Clow Reed was rubbing her all the wrong ways, and still smiling while he was at it. She could leave him in a freezing world naked and seal the possibilities around him, and he just didn't care.
He returned with her glass and a fresh one of his own, and his fingers brushed hers for a moment too long when he passed it back. Her hand teased at the stem of the glass and she looked back up at him, considering.
When he asked if she would dance, she took his hand, elegantly, and as they whirled around the dance floor, they heard the whispers. The gossip seemed to amuse Clow.
"They can't decide if this would be a wonderful idea, or the most frightening one possible," he said to her, and there was mischief in him then, and she liked that.
"Shall we find out?" she breathed, and it was a new beginning, after all.