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storypaint) wrote2009-10-30 09:12 am
storypaint) wrote2009-10-30 09:12 am
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Truly (Yuuko gen)
Title: Truly
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 239 words
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31_days: 24 Oct 09 // Ask tearfully, truly
Pairing: Yuuko gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: But when someone asked Yuuko for the truth of their futures, they didn't often like the answers she gave. Few people valued a good fortuneteller because of this.
Fortunetelling was a contract between teller and told. Though Yuuko was pretty good at reading the threads of hitsuzen, at seeing the choices to be made and paths to walk, it was a rare future she told nowadays. It was a contract most people only thought they wanted to make.
It wasn't that seeing was a burden; she'd never been as entangled in pasts and futures as Clow ahd been. She could tell tomorrow from yesterday, even when drunk, and that was better than he'd lived, some days.
But when someone asked Yuuko for the truth of their futures, they didn't often like the answers she gave. Few people valued a good fortuneteller because of this. "Tell me the truth," they said, eyes shining, but the truth took its price. Nothing was free, after all. Clow confused his tenses, hid his heavy burden with a smile. One all paid for the good times with the bad, but it was easier to walk without the foreknowledge of both.
Yuuko could grant a wish of future change, but hitsuzen was hitsuzen. Watanuki was always with Doumeki, whether by his own will or not. She was limited to opening closed circles, increasing potential butterflies. And no one, not even Clow when he still lived, could read her future now.
She'd rather find out on her own, in any case. The uncertainty was a gift.
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 239 words
Prompt:
31_days: 24 Oct 09 // Ask tearfully, trulyPairing: Yuuko gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: But when someone asked Yuuko for the truth of their futures, they didn't often like the answers she gave. Few people valued a good fortuneteller because of this.
Fortunetelling was a contract between teller and told. Though Yuuko was pretty good at reading the threads of hitsuzen, at seeing the choices to be made and paths to walk, it was a rare future she told nowadays. It was a contract most people only thought they wanted to make.
It wasn't that seeing was a burden; she'd never been as entangled in pasts and futures as Clow ahd been. She could tell tomorrow from yesterday, even when drunk, and that was better than he'd lived, some days.
But when someone asked Yuuko for the truth of their futures, they didn't often like the answers she gave. Few people valued a good fortuneteller because of this. "Tell me the truth," they said, eyes shining, but the truth took its price. Nothing was free, after all. Clow confused his tenses, hid his heavy burden with a smile. One all paid for the good times with the bad, but it was easier to walk without the foreknowledge of both.
Yuuko could grant a wish of future change, but hitsuzen was hitsuzen. Watanuki was always with Doumeki, whether by his own will or not. She was limited to opening closed circles, increasing potential butterflies. And no one, not even Clow when he still lived, could read her future now.
She'd rather find out on her own, in any case. The uncertainty was a gift.