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laurus_nobilis) wrote2006-03-24 10:16 am
laurus_nobilis) wrote2006-03-24 10:16 am
A Sweet Tooth [Card Captor Sakura/Charlie and the Chocolate Factory; English]
Title: A Sweet Tooth
Rating: G
Genre: Humour
Characters: Clow and Kero
Summary: Cerberus must learn to have some self-control.
Notes: Written for Crossovers 100's prompt Taste. This fic is very vague when it comes to CatCF canon, so it could work with any of its versions, I guess.
It was much too early for this, Clow thought as he stepped on the sixth chocolate wrapping that lay on the way from his bedroom to the kitchen. With a sigh, he took out Erase, ready to get rid of it and all of its companions; but he quickly reconsidered it. There was something he had to do first. He put away the Card and followed the trail of colourful papers instead.
As expected, it led to no other than his Sun Guardian, who lay on his back cheerfully munching on a chocolate bar. He had made himself comfortable next to the fireplace, and there were even more wrappings scattered around him. Clow cleared his throat.
"You and I are going to have a very serious talk, Cerberus."
"Huh? Why?" the lion asked, rolling over his side so he could look at his Master. "I didn't do anything!"
"It should be obvious," the wizard told him, crossing his arms, "that Wonka Bars are not a proper breakfast."
"Oh, that," Cerberus said with a grin. "I know. It's just that this isn't my real breakfast, you see."
"I suppose you expect us to let you join us later, then?" asked Clow, with a calm that only years of arguments like this one could have given him. The Guardian narrowed his eyes.
"All right, wait a second. What do you mean, 'let' me?"
"I mean you are not going to have any pudding after finishing all the chocolate in the house, of course."
"It wasn't all of it," Cerberus muttered. "Besides, what's the problem? It's not like I'm going to get sick or anything."
That much was true. It had seemed a good idea at the time, an act of kindness – why let his creations suffer illness when he could easily avoid it? – but sometimes Clow wished he had given it more thought. He shouldn't have underestimated the teaching skills of a stomach ache.
"That is not the point," he sighed. "You can't be so greedy, Cerberus. These sweets were for everyone. You must learn to share."
"Hey, you never share the fancy chewing gum!" the lion protested.
"Yue doesn't like it. And it gets stuck on your teeth."
"It only happened once," the Guardian huffed. Clow gave him a look that made him wince.
"Once was more than enough. I'm not going through the process of taking that thing out of your mouth again."
"But it was delicious! And it never lost its taste…"
"Speaking of which," the wizard interrupted, "what happened to those Everlasting Gobstoppers I gave you?"
"Um. Heh." Cerberus grinned, with that look he only had when he knew he was guilty. "I kinda finished them."
"In two days? Why, that must be a new record for you," said Clow, in a voice as sugar-coated as Wonka's sweets. "No, wait, I think I'm wrong. How long did that marshmallow pillow last?"
"Oh, c'mon, Clow. Don't be mean," the lion said. "It's not my fault that there's always something to eat in this house."
"That is a very strange logic, Cerberus, even for you."
"No, I mean it! You are the one who buys the sweets. And you are the one who made me try most of them in the first place."
"And I am the one who pays for them. You should remember that, too."
"But you always say Wonka gives you a discount!"
"Because I'm already spending more than I should," Clow said. "I don't intend to spend the entirety of my father's fortune in chocolate."
No matter how tempting, he thought to himself; but he was supposed to be a good example for once. His Guardian sighed, giving in at last.
"All right," he said. "I'll share. Let's go have breakfast, now."
"Do you truly believe I have such a bad memory?" the wizard asked. Cerberus grinned, stretching as he stood up.
"Of course not," he admitted, rubbing the side of his body against his Master's legs. "I just think you're a really nice guy. Oh so kind and generous, y'know."
"Don't be a kitty," Clow muttered, as he rather hopelessly tried to prevent a smile from forming on his lips. "And come have some pudding."
Rating: G
Genre: Humour
Characters: Clow and Kero
Summary: Cerberus must learn to have some self-control.
Notes: Written for Crossovers 100's prompt Taste. This fic is very vague when it comes to CatCF canon, so it could work with any of its versions, I guess.
It was much too early for this, Clow thought as he stepped on the sixth chocolate wrapping that lay on the way from his bedroom to the kitchen. With a sigh, he took out Erase, ready to get rid of it and all of its companions; but he quickly reconsidered it. There was something he had to do first. He put away the Card and followed the trail of colourful papers instead.
As expected, it led to no other than his Sun Guardian, who lay on his back cheerfully munching on a chocolate bar. He had made himself comfortable next to the fireplace, and there were even more wrappings scattered around him. Clow cleared his throat.
"You and I are going to have a very serious talk, Cerberus."
"Huh? Why?" the lion asked, rolling over his side so he could look at his Master. "I didn't do anything!"
"It should be obvious," the wizard told him, crossing his arms, "that Wonka Bars are not a proper breakfast."
"Oh, that," Cerberus said with a grin. "I know. It's just that this isn't my real breakfast, you see."
"I suppose you expect us to let you join us later, then?" asked Clow, with a calm that only years of arguments like this one could have given him. The Guardian narrowed his eyes.
"All right, wait a second. What do you mean, 'let' me?"
"I mean you are not going to have any pudding after finishing all the chocolate in the house, of course."
"It wasn't all of it," Cerberus muttered. "Besides, what's the problem? It's not like I'm going to get sick or anything."
That much was true. It had seemed a good idea at the time, an act of kindness – why let his creations suffer illness when he could easily avoid it? – but sometimes Clow wished he had given it more thought. He shouldn't have underestimated the teaching skills of a stomach ache.
"That is not the point," he sighed. "You can't be so greedy, Cerberus. These sweets were for everyone. You must learn to share."
"Hey, you never share the fancy chewing gum!" the lion protested.
"Yue doesn't like it. And it gets stuck on your teeth."
"It only happened once," the Guardian huffed. Clow gave him a look that made him wince.
"Once was more than enough. I'm not going through the process of taking that thing out of your mouth again."
"But it was delicious! And it never lost its taste…"
"Speaking of which," the wizard interrupted, "what happened to those Everlasting Gobstoppers I gave you?"
"Um. Heh." Cerberus grinned, with that look he only had when he knew he was guilty. "I kinda finished them."
"In two days? Why, that must be a new record for you," said Clow, in a voice as sugar-coated as Wonka's sweets. "No, wait, I think I'm wrong. How long did that marshmallow pillow last?"
"Oh, c'mon, Clow. Don't be mean," the lion said. "It's not my fault that there's always something to eat in this house."
"That is a very strange logic, Cerberus, even for you."
"No, I mean it! You are the one who buys the sweets. And you are the one who made me try most of them in the first place."
"And I am the one who pays for them. You should remember that, too."
"But you always say Wonka gives you a discount!"
"Because I'm already spending more than I should," Clow said. "I don't intend to spend the entirety of my father's fortune in chocolate."
No matter how tempting, he thought to himself; but he was supposed to be a good example for once. His Guardian sighed, giving in at last.
"All right," he said. "I'll share. Let's go have breakfast, now."
"Do you truly believe I have such a bad memory?" the wizard asked. Cerberus grinned, stretching as he stood up.
"Of course not," he admitted, rubbing the side of his body against his Master's legs. "I just think you're a really nice guy. Oh so kind and generous, y'know."
"Don't be a kitty," Clow muttered, as he rather hopelessly tried to prevent a smile from forming on his lips. "And come have some pudding."