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[xxxHOLiC] time stays, we go (Clow/Yuuko)
Title: time stays, we go
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 637 words
Prompt: comment_fic: xxxHOLiC, Clow/Yuuko, Yuuko KNEW time-travel was a bad idea; it's certainly a great way for Clow to annoy her.
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko
Other: n/a
Excerpt: The future certainly was a bright place. Clow shielded his eyes with a hand, wobbling a bit as he tried to get his footing.
The future certainly was a bright place. Clow shielded his eyes with a hand, wobbling a bit as he tried to get his footing. He wondered if there was a name for the sea-legs equivalent in time travel. Probably not. He'd come up with a name for it later, when the world stopped spinning so much.
He groped around, catching a pole with his hand, and it was a pole he had clutched a million times before for the sake of balance, although all of those other times it was because he'd drank too much, not done too much magic. He was on Yuuko's porch. Carefully he found a seat and waited until the sunlight didn't seem so blinding. It had been dark in the time he'd had come from. He'd planned to arrive at this time of day, which pleased him, but he hadn't known how disorienting it would be. There probably wasn't a word for jet lag when it came to time travel. There was another phrase he could invent.
He heard quick steps on the porch and turned to look at Yuuko, grinning.
"I have figured out time-traveling," he said in a very satisfied tone, but anything else he had planned to tell her died on his lips. She looked as if she didn't know whether to kick him or kiss him, but also like she wanted to cry. She bit her lip and then scowled.
"Time-traveling. It figures you would come up with something more dangerous than future-seeing. Only you would think this is a good idea. Muddling with the future directly -- oh, for Mokona's sake!" she said. She was standing carefully out of reach and not coming any closer.
"I could be from your future," he pointed out logically. "Then it would be interfering with the past."
"I can't decide if that's better or worse," she said, and her tone was a bit hoarse. "Don't come back to this when. You don't belong here anymore."
"You've thrown me out?" he said, making an exaggeratedly sad expression. He was feeling a little more confident on his feet now, so he got to them. Yuuko watched him warily.
"Something like that," she spat out, and the vitriol wasn't really necessary in his opinion. He wondered what he'd done to offend her. "Now get! Go back to your own time! I don't want to see you anymore, four-eyes. And you're not forgiven!"
"Aren't you interested in knowing how it works?" he asked. She had a healthy sense of curiosity, and he often appealed to it in order to avoid being punished for some deed or another.
"I'm sure you would have told me," she said, and stared at him. "Go back and figure out why you didn't."
She swept back into the house, pulling her loose kimono closer around her, and he was left to himself on the porch.
*
It wasn't until much later that he realized that he'd come to visit her ten years after he died. The whole experience had turned him off time-travel at the time, at least until he could work out some kinks. Now there was no time for his side-projects anymore. There was training the Mokona and preparing for a future he wouldn't see -- except for ten minutes of a year where he did not belong, where Yuuko would think she saw a ghost.
It was another modicum of guilt to add to his pile. The next time he saw her he apologized for something he hadn't done yet.
"We'll see if I remember then," she said, waving away the thought.
"You will," he said, and when she met his eyes, she soon looked away.
(He was sorry, really. But it certainly wasn't the first time he'd made a mistake with her. It wouldn't be the last, or the worst.)
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 637 words
Prompt: comment_fic: xxxHOLiC, Clow/Yuuko, Yuuko KNEW time-travel was a bad idea; it's certainly a great way for Clow to annoy her.
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko
Other: n/a
Excerpt: The future certainly was a bright place. Clow shielded his eyes with a hand, wobbling a bit as he tried to get his footing.
The future certainly was a bright place. Clow shielded his eyes with a hand, wobbling a bit as he tried to get his footing. He wondered if there was a name for the sea-legs equivalent in time travel. Probably not. He'd come up with a name for it later, when the world stopped spinning so much.
He groped around, catching a pole with his hand, and it was a pole he had clutched a million times before for the sake of balance, although all of those other times it was because he'd drank too much, not done too much magic. He was on Yuuko's porch. Carefully he found a seat and waited until the sunlight didn't seem so blinding. It had been dark in the time he'd had come from. He'd planned to arrive at this time of day, which pleased him, but he hadn't known how disorienting it would be. There probably wasn't a word for jet lag when it came to time travel. There was another phrase he could invent.
He heard quick steps on the porch and turned to look at Yuuko, grinning.
"I have figured out time-traveling," he said in a very satisfied tone, but anything else he had planned to tell her died on his lips. She looked as if she didn't know whether to kick him or kiss him, but also like she wanted to cry. She bit her lip and then scowled.
"Time-traveling. It figures you would come up with something more dangerous than future-seeing. Only you would think this is a good idea. Muddling with the future directly -- oh, for Mokona's sake!" she said. She was standing carefully out of reach and not coming any closer.
"I could be from your future," he pointed out logically. "Then it would be interfering with the past."
"I can't decide if that's better or worse," she said, and her tone was a bit hoarse. "Don't come back to this when. You don't belong here anymore."
"You've thrown me out?" he said, making an exaggeratedly sad expression. He was feeling a little more confident on his feet now, so he got to them. Yuuko watched him warily.
"Something like that," she spat out, and the vitriol wasn't really necessary in his opinion. He wondered what he'd done to offend her. "Now get! Go back to your own time! I don't want to see you anymore, four-eyes. And you're not forgiven!"
"Aren't you interested in knowing how it works?" he asked. She had a healthy sense of curiosity, and he often appealed to it in order to avoid being punished for some deed or another.
"I'm sure you would have told me," she said, and stared at him. "Go back and figure out why you didn't."
She swept back into the house, pulling her loose kimono closer around her, and he was left to himself on the porch.
*
It wasn't until much later that he realized that he'd come to visit her ten years after he died. The whole experience had turned him off time-travel at the time, at least until he could work out some kinks. Now there was no time for his side-projects anymore. There was training the Mokona and preparing for a future he wouldn't see -- except for ten minutes of a year where he did not belong, where Yuuko would think she saw a ghost.
It was another modicum of guilt to add to his pile. The next time he saw her he apologized for something he hadn't done yet.
"We'll see if I remember then," she said, waving away the thought.
"You will," he said, and when she met his eyes, she soon looked away.
(He was sorry, really. But it certainly wasn't the first time he'd made a mistake with her. It wouldn't be the last, or the worst.)