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[xxxHOLiC] Not a Date (Clow/Yuuko and Doumeki/Watanuki)
Title: Not a Date
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 978 words
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
comment_fic: xxxHOLiC, Clow/Yuuko and implied Watanuki/author's choice, "We're chaperoning your date"; "IT'S NOT A DATE!"
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko and slight Doumeki/Watanuki
Other: Spoilers for ch182, rather more serious than one would expect from prompt.
Excerpt: "I think he's missed you," the man said in an amused voice over Watanuki's head.
Sometimes Watanuki saw Yuuko in his dreams. He did still have normal ones like any other human being, dreams where fruit danced and doors opened onto places that made no sense. He knew what the true dreams felt like, and no matter how much he wished, she never showed up in those.
But one day he slept, buoyed by pipe and alcohol, and drifted out of a dream of chasing Mokona and into a place that burned with special clarity. He was standing in the garden of a beautiful Victorian-style mansion, underneath a large cherry blossom tree. It was blooming, though at home it was fall, and he could see a couple walking toward him from the direction of the house, ambling along together easily but purposefully.
He waited, pulling his kimono close around himself. There was an early spring chill in the air, and some odd sort of magic, which was part of the reason he'd came back to himself with the realization that this was a real place somewhere-- not just in the world but in the dream world as well.
He couldn't see very well; for some reason, his glasses hadn't come with him. So even though his heart leapt when he saw a familiar silhouette, he didn't let himself hope until the two of them came closer. Sure, the woman was tall and dark-haired, but she'd never came into his dreams before. And who would she have come with? The other figure was much too tall to be Haruka, making the willowy woman seem almost short in comparison.
The pair were deep in conversation, or perhaps argument. Sometimes the woman leaned over and poked the man in his side, and Watanuki could hear his rolling laughter in return to her jabs. When they were close enough that Watanuki could see the glint off his glasses, he knew. He could stay still no longer, running down the path to meet them, and Yuuko just chuckled and opened her arms.
"I think he's missed you," the man said in an amused voice over Watanuki's head.
"You did the same thing," she shot back smugly. He hummed easily in agreement and placed an arm on Watanuki's shoulder. That was when Watanuki figured out who he was-- there was something about his aura that was impossibly familiar.
"Clow?" he said, craning his neck around to examine the man that had caused Yuuko so much trouble, or so she claimed. He'd seen the way that they casually brushed hands, and how comfortably she stood in his shadow. Watanuki figured Yuuko had to have caused Clow some trouble in return.
Clow smiled. "He is a good child, as you said," he said to Yuuko, "though I don't know if teaching him your fashion sense was the best idea."
Yuuko smacked Clow on the back of the head, which just made him snicker, and then she thumped Watanuki too. "That was his idea." She raised an eyebrow at Watanuki.
Watanuki had nothing to say except that it seemed like a good idea at the time, and he didn't want to say that. He stepped out of the hug and crossed his arms and did his best to leave a good second impression of the shopkeeper he had grown to be.
"I can tell you raised him," Clow said. "He has your look." Yuuko scowled at him. "That's the one," he continued. Watanuki scowled at him too, even though it proved Clow's point.
"Why are you here?" he said finally, turning to Yuuko with probably more desperation showing in his eyes than he wanted. But he had to know-- why had she been gone for so long when she could have visited him in dreams?
Yuuko smiled sweetly. "We're chaperoning your date!"
"Date?!" Watanuki began in surprise, but by sudden instinct he whirled around and there was Doumeki, who was looking around with that sort of oddly dull curiousity that he possessed.
"This is real," Doumeki said.
"Of course," Watanuki snapped. He gestured almost accusingly at the pair behind him. "They are dreamseers."
Doumeki bowed. "Yuuko-san." He studied Clow for a moment. "Sir," he said.
"Clow Reed," Clow said, bowing in return. "This was my garden a very long time ago."
Watanuki crossed his arms. "Why is Doumeki here?"
His relationship with the archer had improved over time, admittedly, but sometimes they slipped into old patterns. To Doumeki's credit, he just lifted an eyebrow.
"I'd like to know that too, actually," he said. "I've never been in his dreams like this before."
"Consider it a gift," Clow said brightly. "Shall we?"
He offered Yuuko an arm. After a moment's consideration, she took it, and they brushed past Watanuki and headed down the path.
"The primroses are quite lovely this time of year," Clow called over his shoulder. "Though the cherry tree appreciates her visitors, of course."
Yuuko smacked his shoulder. "Leave them alone." She gave Watanuki an evil grin. "We'll check in after a little while." Her hand drifted over to tease Clow's ear.
"Maybe we should be chaperoning them," Doumeki remarked. Watanuki bristled.
"I am not going on a date with you," he said.
"Nice to be out of the shop," Doumeki continued. After a moment, Watanuki conceded a nod.
"I don't like primroses," he said sulkily.
"Roses?" Doumeki asked. He started walking. Watanuki looked down the path after Clow and Yuuko, who had drifted a little from the path to look at a flowering tree. They seemed absorbed in each other, but at least, not very likely to fade away. After a moment, Watanuki adjusted his kimono fussily and followed after Doumeki.
A burst of laughter came down the path-- Yuuko's for once-- but Watanuki didn't look back.
They were lovely roses after all.
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 978 words
Prompt:
comment_fic: xxxHOLiC, Clow/Yuuko and implied Watanuki/author's choice, "We're chaperoning your date"; "IT'S NOT A DATE!"Pairing: Clow/Yuuko and slight Doumeki/Watanuki
Other: Spoilers for ch182, rather more serious than one would expect from prompt.
Excerpt: "I think he's missed you," the man said in an amused voice over Watanuki's head.
Sometimes Watanuki saw Yuuko in his dreams. He did still have normal ones like any other human being, dreams where fruit danced and doors opened onto places that made no sense. He knew what the true dreams felt like, and no matter how much he wished, she never showed up in those.
But one day he slept, buoyed by pipe and alcohol, and drifted out of a dream of chasing Mokona and into a place that burned with special clarity. He was standing in the garden of a beautiful Victorian-style mansion, underneath a large cherry blossom tree. It was blooming, though at home it was fall, and he could see a couple walking toward him from the direction of the house, ambling along together easily but purposefully.
He waited, pulling his kimono close around himself. There was an early spring chill in the air, and some odd sort of magic, which was part of the reason he'd came back to himself with the realization that this was a real place somewhere-- not just in the world but in the dream world as well.
He couldn't see very well; for some reason, his glasses hadn't come with him. So even though his heart leapt when he saw a familiar silhouette, he didn't let himself hope until the two of them came closer. Sure, the woman was tall and dark-haired, but she'd never came into his dreams before. And who would she have come with? The other figure was much too tall to be Haruka, making the willowy woman seem almost short in comparison.
The pair were deep in conversation, or perhaps argument. Sometimes the woman leaned over and poked the man in his side, and Watanuki could hear his rolling laughter in return to her jabs. When they were close enough that Watanuki could see the glint off his glasses, he knew. He could stay still no longer, running down the path to meet them, and Yuuko just chuckled and opened her arms.
"I think he's missed you," the man said in an amused voice over Watanuki's head.
"You did the same thing," she shot back smugly. He hummed easily in agreement and placed an arm on Watanuki's shoulder. That was when Watanuki figured out who he was-- there was something about his aura that was impossibly familiar.
"Clow?" he said, craning his neck around to examine the man that had caused Yuuko so much trouble, or so she claimed. He'd seen the way that they casually brushed hands, and how comfortably she stood in his shadow. Watanuki figured Yuuko had to have caused Clow some trouble in return.
Clow smiled. "He is a good child, as you said," he said to Yuuko, "though I don't know if teaching him your fashion sense was the best idea."
Yuuko smacked Clow on the back of the head, which just made him snicker, and then she thumped Watanuki too. "That was his idea." She raised an eyebrow at Watanuki.
Watanuki had nothing to say except that it seemed like a good idea at the time, and he didn't want to say that. He stepped out of the hug and crossed his arms and did his best to leave a good second impression of the shopkeeper he had grown to be.
"I can tell you raised him," Clow said. "He has your look." Yuuko scowled at him. "That's the one," he continued. Watanuki scowled at him too, even though it proved Clow's point.
"Why are you here?" he said finally, turning to Yuuko with probably more desperation showing in his eyes than he wanted. But he had to know-- why had she been gone for so long when she could have visited him in dreams?
Yuuko smiled sweetly. "We're chaperoning your date!"
"Date?!" Watanuki began in surprise, but by sudden instinct he whirled around and there was Doumeki, who was looking around with that sort of oddly dull curiousity that he possessed.
"This is real," Doumeki said.
"Of course," Watanuki snapped. He gestured almost accusingly at the pair behind him. "They are dreamseers."
Doumeki bowed. "Yuuko-san." He studied Clow for a moment. "Sir," he said.
"Clow Reed," Clow said, bowing in return. "This was my garden a very long time ago."
Watanuki crossed his arms. "Why is Doumeki here?"
His relationship with the archer had improved over time, admittedly, but sometimes they slipped into old patterns. To Doumeki's credit, he just lifted an eyebrow.
"I'd like to know that too, actually," he said. "I've never been in his dreams like this before."
"Consider it a gift," Clow said brightly. "Shall we?"
He offered Yuuko an arm. After a moment's consideration, she took it, and they brushed past Watanuki and headed down the path.
"The primroses are quite lovely this time of year," Clow called over his shoulder. "Though the cherry tree appreciates her visitors, of course."
Yuuko smacked his shoulder. "Leave them alone." She gave Watanuki an evil grin. "We'll check in after a little while." Her hand drifted over to tease Clow's ear.
"Maybe we should be chaperoning them," Doumeki remarked. Watanuki bristled.
"I am not going on a date with you," he said.
"Nice to be out of the shop," Doumeki continued. After a moment, Watanuki conceded a nod.
"I don't like primroses," he said sulkily.
"Roses?" Doumeki asked. He started walking. Watanuki looked down the path after Clow and Yuuko, who had drifted a little from the path to look at a flowering tree. They seemed absorbed in each other, but at least, not very likely to fade away. After a moment, Watanuki adjusted his kimono fussily and followed after Doumeki.
A burst of laughter came down the path-- Yuuko's for once-- but Watanuki didn't look back.
They were lovely roses after all.