Peace and Love (Yamazaki/Chiharu) *repost*

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Comm: 7rainbowprompts
Words : 380
Title: Peace and Love
Author/Artist/Iconist: rhap_chan
Fandom: Cardcaptor Sakura
Claim: Yamazaki Takashi/Mihara Chiharu
Prompt Set: indigo
Prompt: 4. Tie-Dye
Type: fanfic
Rating: G, straight fluff
Warnings/Spoilers: no warnings/spoilers
Disclaimer: Cardcaptor Sakura belongs to CLAMP.

Excerpt: "Don't you know that long ago, hippies used to wear brightly colored shirts like this to deflect the mind rays the government tried to use on them? Well, I decided I was tired of you reading my mind--"

"Yamazaki-kun, what are you doing?" Chiharu asked, at a loss. He appeared to be patiently soaking his white t-shirt in different kinds of paint, but that was more crazy than he usually was.

"Tie-dying," Yamazaki said happily, dipping his shirt in dark blue. "Join me?"

"Is this your idea of a date?" she asked, but sat down beside him, careful to avoid any spots of paint that could drip on her white summer dress. She'd been excited about seeing him after his vacation in America, but something overseas had gotten into him. Who knew?

"Preparation for a date," Yamazaki said, carefully removing the t-shirt from the blue paint and dipping the sleeve in red. "Don't you know that long ago, hippies used to wear brightly colored shirts like this to deflect the mind rays the government tried to use on them? Well, I decided I was tired of you reading my mind--"

She lifted her hands to choke him, but then put them down, because Yamazaki had paint everywhere on his arms and a splash of orange on his face.

"It's true!" he insisted. "But you don't have to help. I got you one already."

"Huh?" she asked.

He leaned his head to the left, away from the basin. "There. In that bag. So that you can't become a mind-control victim too."

Curiously, she retrieved the small paper bag and drew from it a t-shirt, tie-dyed in a heart shape.

"They were selling them with the normal t-shirts, but I knew better," Yamazaki said cheerfully. "Do you like it?"

She looked at the shirt, dyed in garish shades of red and pink and yellow, and then at her boyfriend, up to the elbows in paint. And she smiled.

"Yeah, I like it," she said, slipping it on over her dress.

"But now my stories have no power over you!" he realized. "What can I do?"

She laughed. "You could tell the truth once in a while."

"But the truth isn't as much fun," he replied, rescuing the t-shirt from the last tub of dye and laying it down flat to dry on a blank piece of cardboard.

"Well, maybe you can still lie once in a while, and I'll pretend not to notice," she said, and he smiled back.