storypaint | Yours (Touya/Yukito) *repost*

Comm: 20loves
Words: 505
Title: Yours
Author: rhap_chan
Fandom: Cardcaptor Sakura
Pairing: Kinomoto Touya/Tsukihiro Yukito
Challenge #: 7 for 20loves
Rating: G
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Excerpt: His face made me laugh. He took such an effort to be grumpy, as though people were watching him all the time and giggling when he smiled.

"Yours till hell freezes," Touya said, trying out the unfamiliar English, and frowning. His face made me laugh. He took such an effort to be grumpy, as though people were watching him all the time and giggling when he smiled. I knew that he wasn't really any better at being grumpy than his mother had been or his sister was. He was just more practiced at hiding his happiness.

He was more practiced at hiding, and I think it had something to do with his mother's death when he was young. He used to scare Sakura with tales of monsters and ghosts; now he wouldn't mention any spirit to her (not that he can see them anymore, but sometimes I point them out to him for old time's sake). He told me sometimes about his mother after we met, a nymph of a woman who taught him piano and shared her affection often.

After she died, I think he shut a lot of that away.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Touya asked in our more familiar language, and his frown deepened when he saw my smile. He knew I was laughing at his grumpy face, and so made the effort to look grumpier, which made me laugh harder... He never could win.

I translated the phrase for him with little effort. Yue knew some English, for some reason (he won't tell me why, of course, secretive as he is), and his skill meant that learning the language for the first time for me was more like remembering.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Touya asked again. When I half-smiled he hit me on the top of the head with the book, but not hard. He liked to tease.

"Yours-- as in, I belong to you--" I said, placing my finger on his chest, "until hell freezes-- since the English believe that hell is hot, the poet is trying to say forever." I traced my finger up to his face and brushed his cheek, then let him go.

"Why didn't he just say that?" Touya said, but his face turned red. I almost laughed again. He was more similar to Sakura's dear Li-kun than he thought. At least Li-kun had found the courage to confess to Sakura.

Touya never told me that he loved me, but I knew he did. I could feel it. I didn't need the words.

For here we were again, side by side on his bed in our dorm, cramming for an English test tomorrow, and his arm was around my waist and his lips brushing my neck as he repeats the phrase again.

"Yours until hell freezes," he said, and I nodded as he continued reading aloud. "Until the sun should lose its shine, cat be separated from whisker, and rhythm from all rhyme."

He paused. "What's "rhythm" mean, again?"

I laughed out loud this time and explained, and under every one of my words I said the words he couldn't say. Yours until hell freezes, Touya. Only yours.