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storypaint) wrote2009-11-10 09:06 am
storypaint) wrote2009-11-10 09:06 am
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Twins (Maru and Moro gen)
Title: Twins
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 357 words
Prompt: Fic-or-treat: Maru and Moro get separated somehow for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
claire_chan
Pairing: Yuuko, Watanuki, Maru & Moro gen
Other: More of an AU sort of thing than the prompt. Spoilers for ch182-ish.
Excerpt: Yuuko had cuddled her, called her "my little Marudashi," and it had been just the two of them for a while. Maru slept curled up across Yuuko's feet, and she dreamed of the shop and kept it strong.
Maru had been alone once. Yuuko had cuddled her, called her "my little Marudashi," and it had been just the two of them for a while. Maru slept curled up across Yuuko's feet, and she dreamed of the shop and kept it strong.
She was the shop, she loved the shop. She knew every rafter and every blade of grass in the little pocket dimension where they lived. And she was happy, a child's simple happiness, there with the mistress and the sleeping Mokona (mustn't ever touch, the mistress said).
She waited at the door when Yuuko went out, shouting cheerfully when Yuuko returned. Yuuko patted her head and asked if she'd missed anything when she was out in the world, but she never did. The customers always came when they were supposed to.
Maru didn't realize she was lonely when Yuuko was gone, not until Moro was born. She watched with fascination as Yuuko spoke the spells and her sister slipped into being.
"Morodashi," Yuuko said, sounding tired but satisfied. Moro blinked. Maru reached out and took Moro's hand. Moro squeezed back.
"And now you have each other," Yuuko said.
It wasn't a conversation that either girl remembered. Time passed and it seemed like the two of them had been together forever. "My Marudashi and Morodashi," Yuuko said, introducing them with a giggle.
Watanuki was special, a client who stayed. He taught them things and helped the mistress when he could. He wanted to take them to the festival. No one had asked them to go anywhere before. And so they loved him. They kept the shop for him and for Yuuko, hand in hand, even when they didn't have hands to hold.
They always had each other, even when Yuuko went away, and that had hurt more than anything, more than the thought of the shop disappearing (and death), more than the time that Watanuki had nearly bled away his life in Yuuko's bed.
But time passed, or did not pass in the shop, and they had a new master, and Maru had Moro and Moro had Maru.
And so they kept the shop, together.
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 357 words
Prompt: Fic-or-treat: Maru and Moro get separated somehow for
claire_chanPairing: Yuuko, Watanuki, Maru & Moro gen
Other: More of an AU sort of thing than the prompt. Spoilers for ch182-ish.
Excerpt: Yuuko had cuddled her, called her "my little Marudashi," and it had been just the two of them for a while. Maru slept curled up across Yuuko's feet, and she dreamed of the shop and kept it strong.
Maru had been alone once. Yuuko had cuddled her, called her "my little Marudashi," and it had been just the two of them for a while. Maru slept curled up across Yuuko's feet, and she dreamed of the shop and kept it strong.
She was the shop, she loved the shop. She knew every rafter and every blade of grass in the little pocket dimension where they lived. And she was happy, a child's simple happiness, there with the mistress and the sleeping Mokona (mustn't ever touch, the mistress said).
She waited at the door when Yuuko went out, shouting cheerfully when Yuuko returned. Yuuko patted her head and asked if she'd missed anything when she was out in the world, but she never did. The customers always came when they were supposed to.
Maru didn't realize she was lonely when Yuuko was gone, not until Moro was born. She watched with fascination as Yuuko spoke the spells and her sister slipped into being.
"Morodashi," Yuuko said, sounding tired but satisfied. Moro blinked. Maru reached out and took Moro's hand. Moro squeezed back.
"And now you have each other," Yuuko said.
It wasn't a conversation that either girl remembered. Time passed and it seemed like the two of them had been together forever. "My Marudashi and Morodashi," Yuuko said, introducing them with a giggle.
Watanuki was special, a client who stayed. He taught them things and helped the mistress when he could. He wanted to take them to the festival. No one had asked them to go anywhere before. And so they loved him. They kept the shop for him and for Yuuko, hand in hand, even when they didn't have hands to hold.
They always had each other, even when Yuuko went away, and that had hurt more than anything, more than the thought of the shop disappearing (and death), more than the time that Watanuki had nearly bled away his life in Yuuko's bed.
But time passed, or did not pass in the shop, and they had a new master, and Maru had Moro and Moro had Maru.
And so they kept the shop, together.