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storypaint) wrote2009-10-30 09:08 am
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Truly Free (Yuuko gen)
Title: Truly Free
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 350 words
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31_days: 22 Oct 09 // Vanish quickly, for you are finally free
Pairing: Yuuko and Watanuki gen
Other: spoilers for ch182.
Excerpt: There was more that she wanted to teach him, from the smallest trick to the secrets of traveling universes, even if he could only grasp the theory.
It wasn't that she didn't care for Watanuki, or that she wanted to leave him alone. There was more that she wanted to teach him, from the smallest trick to the secrets of traveling universes, even if he could only grasp the theory. He had no magic of his own, after all, being born apart, a placeholder that she struggled to make real, because every life was precious.
But time was limited, even in timeless places, and many of Yuuko's secrets died with her. She wasn't surprised at this-- it had taken her decades of learning and experience to discover them, and that would be the way that Watanuki had to learn them. Knowledge had a price, after all.
Everything had a price, and one of the prices she paid for her extension of life was this graceless death. She had no room for embarrassment, just a few moments to explain what she could before the darkness wrapped around and swallowed and set her free.
She wanted to die, to end. It was something Watanuki no longer understood. He didn't want to disappear anymore, and he could not stand to lose the one who'd saved him from this fate.
She watched him sob with dimming eyes, wondering if she was being freed or simply binding him in her place. But there was nothing to do for it now. Her time of interference was truly over.
She'd said it once to him, hadn't she? As he slept, adjusting to a new gaze. No one was ever truly alone. We belong to each other.
So maybe she wasn't truly free in death, but she hoped, for his sake and her own, that Watanuki would learn to let her go. Memory was something quite different from mourning, after all. She'd let him keep the memories; they helped define who he was, after all.
Memory, the shop, Maru and Moro and Larg, and the new promise that he wouldn't die alone. Everything had its price, after all, and he'd earned more than his wish from her.
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 350 words
Prompt:
31_days: 22 Oct 09 // Vanish quickly, for you are finally freePairing: Yuuko and Watanuki gen
Other: spoilers for ch182.
Excerpt: There was more that she wanted to teach him, from the smallest trick to the secrets of traveling universes, even if he could only grasp the theory.
It wasn't that she didn't care for Watanuki, or that she wanted to leave him alone. There was more that she wanted to teach him, from the smallest trick to the secrets of traveling universes, even if he could only grasp the theory. He had no magic of his own, after all, being born apart, a placeholder that she struggled to make real, because every life was precious.
But time was limited, even in timeless places, and many of Yuuko's secrets died with her. She wasn't surprised at this-- it had taken her decades of learning and experience to discover them, and that would be the way that Watanuki had to learn them. Knowledge had a price, after all.
Everything had a price, and one of the prices she paid for her extension of life was this graceless death. She had no room for embarrassment, just a few moments to explain what she could before the darkness wrapped around and swallowed and set her free.
She wanted to die, to end. It was something Watanuki no longer understood. He didn't want to disappear anymore, and he could not stand to lose the one who'd saved him from this fate.
She watched him sob with dimming eyes, wondering if she was being freed or simply binding him in her place. But there was nothing to do for it now. Her time of interference was truly over.
She'd said it once to him, hadn't she? As he slept, adjusting to a new gaze. No one was ever truly alone. We belong to each other.
So maybe she wasn't truly free in death, but she hoped, for his sake and her own, that Watanuki would learn to let her go. Memory was something quite different from mourning, after all. She'd let him keep the memories; they helped define who he was, after all.
Memory, the shop, Maru and Moro and Larg, and the new promise that he wouldn't die alone. Everything had its price, after all, and he'd earned more than his wish from her.