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storypaint) wrote2010-05-16 01:56 am
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[xxxHOliC] Holic (Yuuko gen)
Title: Holic
Fandom: xxxHOliC
Length: 409 words
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
comment_fic: xxxHolic, Yuuko, drinking alone doesn't make you an alcoholic. Having your entire bedroom floor covered in empty beer bottles does. [also archived here]
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko; mostly Yuuko gen
Other: Discussion of alcoholism.
Excerpt: Autumn passed away in an alcohol-induced haze and Yuuko forgot to care whether it was Wednesday or Sunday. She drank for the full moon and the half moon and because she wanted to.
Autumn passed away in an alcohol-induced haze and Yuuko forgot to care whether it was Wednesday or Sunday. She drank for the full moon and the half moon and because she wanted to.
She didn't want to admit she had a problem, and had no one to admit it to, in any case. Her bedroom floor clinked with bottles when she bothered to drift from her canopied bed to a brighter setting.
Her head was pounding-- no, pounding was the wrong word-- stabbing at her, and her vision was more blurred than it really should be. She stared at the porch and wondered if she had the energy to go to the drugstore and pick up hangover potion. Kakei couldn't exactly deliver, even with his resources.
If you drink all of it, what will we have tomorrow? a memory said, chuckling in her mind. She scowled at the air.
"It's your--" she said, her voice croaking with disuse, but she didn't finish the statement, because magicians have to be careful in their lies, and sparing with them. She shook her head and went back into the shop.
She slept until her head stopped hurting and then she started plans for creations of her own. (Someone had to clean up this mess, after all, and she needed some help and companionship in the years before Watanuki was to come.)
She was just a little drunk when she named them, but after Maru and Moro cleared the bottles from her floor, she never quite got that drunk again.
There was one bottle still in the storeroom, dust-covered, that Watanuki brought to her one day, grumbling, almost a decade later. It was the last from the apology stash Clow had given her when he went away, the stash she'd been drinking her way through before she decided to make Maru and Moro.
Watanuki was mumbling something about alcoholism, but she wasn't an alcoholic (not anymore), so she ignored him. She stared at the bottle, scraping at it with a nail. Watanuki winced at the sound but said nothing. Her eyes were far-away.
"Yuuko-san?" he ventured eventually. Her smile quirked and her eyes refocused.
"Kanpai!" she said cheerfully, popping the top of the bottle, and she drank that night until the sun began to rise. Watanuki had staggered to sleep in a back room.
"Serves you right," she said to the sunrise, "that you weren't around to help me finish it."
And then she went in to bed.
Fandom: xxxHOliC
Length: 409 words
Prompt:
comment_fic: xxxHolic, Yuuko, drinking alone doesn't make you an alcoholic. Having your entire bedroom floor covered in empty beer bottles does. [also archived here]Pairing: Clow/Yuuko; mostly Yuuko gen
Other: Discussion of alcoholism.
Excerpt: Autumn passed away in an alcohol-induced haze and Yuuko forgot to care whether it was Wednesday or Sunday. She drank for the full moon and the half moon and because she wanted to.
Autumn passed away in an alcohol-induced haze and Yuuko forgot to care whether it was Wednesday or Sunday. She drank for the full moon and the half moon and because she wanted to.
She didn't want to admit she had a problem, and had no one to admit it to, in any case. Her bedroom floor clinked with bottles when she bothered to drift from her canopied bed to a brighter setting.
Her head was pounding-- no, pounding was the wrong word-- stabbing at her, and her vision was more blurred than it really should be. She stared at the porch and wondered if she had the energy to go to the drugstore and pick up hangover potion. Kakei couldn't exactly deliver, even with his resources.
If you drink all of it, what will we have tomorrow? a memory said, chuckling in her mind. She scowled at the air.
"It's your--" she said, her voice croaking with disuse, but she didn't finish the statement, because magicians have to be careful in their lies, and sparing with them. She shook her head and went back into the shop.
She slept until her head stopped hurting and then she started plans for creations of her own. (Someone had to clean up this mess, after all, and she needed some help and companionship in the years before Watanuki was to come.)
She was just a little drunk when she named them, but after Maru and Moro cleared the bottles from her floor, she never quite got that drunk again.
There was one bottle still in the storeroom, dust-covered, that Watanuki brought to her one day, grumbling, almost a decade later. It was the last from the apology stash Clow had given her when he went away, the stash she'd been drinking her way through before she decided to make Maru and Moro.
Watanuki was mumbling something about alcoholism, but she wasn't an alcoholic (not anymore), so she ignored him. She stared at the bottle, scraping at it with a nail. Watanuki winced at the sound but said nothing. Her eyes were far-away.
"Yuuko-san?" he ventured eventually. Her smile quirked and her eyes refocused.
"Kanpai!" she said cheerfully, popping the top of the bottle, and she drank that night until the sun began to rise. Watanuki had staggered to sleep in a back room.
"Serves you right," she said to the sunrise, "that you weren't around to help me finish it."
And then she went in to bed.