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laurus_nobilis) wrote2006-05-13 11:05 am
laurus_nobilis) wrote2006-05-13 11:05 am
Pride [XXXHOLiC; English]
Title: Pride
Rating: G
Genre: Romance
Pairings: Clow/Yuuko.
Summary: Their fights are as great as their magic. Then again, so are their reconciliations.
Notes: Written for Insert Phrase.
They had picked a fight over something stupid again, a detail so minor that Yuuko didn't even remember what it was anymore. She didn't need to, anyway; the context was irrelevant. It was his attitude what drove her mad.
He was far too used to win all the time, too used to be right. His Guardians might argue with him about daily life matters, but when it came to magic and its technicalities, Clow had never met anyone who dared to – and who could – oppose him. Not since he was very young, at least, and it showed.
It wasn't even that Yuuko had wanted to win. What they were doing was too important to put petty quarrels before it. If he was right, he was right. The problem was that he wouldn't listen. He wasn't even rude about it, for the first few minutes, until it started to make her angry; then he got worked up too. It simply didn't occur to him that someone else could have a valid opinion.
He was the great Clow Reed, after all. He knew better.
She wanted to slap him, when he behaved like that. Sometimes she did – this time, for instance. It was no wonder that he'd got truly angry himself, then, since it didn't even cross his mind that he had been acting like an idiot in the first place.
He had accused her of being too proud, of not wanting to learn. That had been too much for her. She had shouted at him, called him conceited and full of himself; she'd told him she hated him. By the end of the day, she still believed that she did.
When the moon rose, Yuuko's garden appeared to be covered by magnolias in bloom.
In a way, it annoyed her even more; it was just like him to come up with something so far-fetched instead of talking to her. She showed up at his doorstep, ready to demand explanations. As she had expected, he was waiting for her, with a smile and two bowls of sake.
“Magnolias grow on trees,” she said.
“I know,” he replied. “Magic does wonders, doesn't it?”
“Why are you doing this?” Yuuko asked, her voice still cold. His expression didn't change.
“I won't have you hating me.”
“That hardly sounds like an apology.”
“Of course not,” said Clow. “One has to regret something to apologise for it.”
“You are an arrogant bastard,” she told him.
But she kissed him nonetheless.
Rating: G
Genre: Romance
Pairings: Clow/Yuuko.
Summary: Their fights are as great as their magic. Then again, so are their reconciliations.
Notes: Written for Insert Phrase.
They had picked a fight over something stupid again, a detail so minor that Yuuko didn't even remember what it was anymore. She didn't need to, anyway; the context was irrelevant. It was his attitude what drove her mad.
He was far too used to win all the time, too used to be right. His Guardians might argue with him about daily life matters, but when it came to magic and its technicalities, Clow had never met anyone who dared to – and who could – oppose him. Not since he was very young, at least, and it showed.
It wasn't even that Yuuko had wanted to win. What they were doing was too important to put petty quarrels before it. If he was right, he was right. The problem was that he wouldn't listen. He wasn't even rude about it, for the first few minutes, until it started to make her angry; then he got worked up too. It simply didn't occur to him that someone else could have a valid opinion.
He was the great Clow Reed, after all. He knew better.
She wanted to slap him, when he behaved like that. Sometimes she did – this time, for instance. It was no wonder that he'd got truly angry himself, then, since it didn't even cross his mind that he had been acting like an idiot in the first place.
He had accused her of being too proud, of not wanting to learn. That had been too much for her. She had shouted at him, called him conceited and full of himself; she'd told him she hated him. By the end of the day, she still believed that she did.
When the moon rose, Yuuko's garden appeared to be covered by magnolias in bloom.
In a way, it annoyed her even more; it was just like him to come up with something so far-fetched instead of talking to her. She showed up at his doorstep, ready to demand explanations. As she had expected, he was waiting for her, with a smile and two bowls of sake.
“Magnolias grow on trees,” she said.
“I know,” he replied. “Magic does wonders, doesn't it?”
“Why are you doing this?” Yuuko asked, her voice still cold. His expression didn't change.
“I won't have you hating me.”
“That hardly sounds like an apology.”
“Of course not,” said Clow. “One has to regret something to apologise for it.”
“You are an arrogant bastard,” she told him.
But she kissed him nonetheless.