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laurus_nobilis) wrote2006-06-06 02:04 pm
laurus_nobilis) wrote2006-06-06 02:04 pm
Tailormade [XXXHOLiC; English]
Title: Tailormade
Rating: G
Genre: Genfic / humour
Characters: Clow and Yuuko.
Summary: Some things take time.
Notes: Written for Insert Phrase.
“Is this absolutely necessary?” Yuuko asked, looking up at him.
Between her annoyed expression, her long hair sprawled around her, and the way her legs curved over the sofa's arm, Clow found it very difficult to tell her to move. She looked delightful as she was now, lounging as usual, like a lazy queen. But he resisted temptation. He was, after all, in a bit of a hurry.
“Yes, it is,” he told her. “And if you want it to be done before the festival, you should stop wasting time.”
“Oh, come on...” she sighed. “There must be an easier way to do this.”
“If I used magic, the results wouldn't be the same. Some things are done better by hand.”
“You're just old-fashioned,” she teased him. Clow didn't give in.
“It will not kill you to get up and stand on a stool for a few minutes,” he insisted, pointing at said piece of furniture. “Step on it!”
“Fine, I'll do it,” she said, and stood up as if it took a terrible effort to move. “I hope you really do this 'in a few minutes', for your own good. And watch your hands,” she added as an afterthought.
He rolled his eyes at her. Would that woman ever take anything seriously? This was business.
“I promise you, my hands will be quite busy with the tape measure,” he said. “Now be still or this will take longer.”
Yuuko did as she was told, at least for a while. He hadn't taken half the measurements he needed when she started squirming.
“Are you done yet?”
“I'm going to make you a yukata, not a handkerchief,” Clow replied. “Be patient.”
“I'll pay you more if you finish quickly,” she told him, all cheer and playfulness. “Come on, you know you want that booze!”
Clow continued with his work at the same pace, with all the security that long years of experience had given him. He knew perfectly well that it would be pointless to listen to her.
“If I hurry up now, I might make a mistake. That would delay the rest of the process,” he explained. “We might even have to do this again, and we don't want that, do we?”
That pretty much settled it. Yuuko didn't move anymore, except when he needed her to do so, and let him take the rest of the measurements in peace. It didn't take that long, once she had stopped interrupting.
“There. I'm done,” he said at last, rolling the tape. “It wasn't so terrible, was it?”
“It was the most boring thing I've had to do in my entire life,” she muttered. “Promise me it won't happen again.”
“Not quite,” Clow replied, “but you'll have to try on the yukata before it's finished. Just in case I need to tweak something, that is.”
Yuuko's eyes widened in horror.
“What? Can't you use Mirror for that?” she exclaimed. “Then I could see how it looks like, too. And I wouldn't have to put up with this again...”
“I thought I remembered you saying that was a selfish and capricious waste of magic,” he told her, raising his eyebrows. She moved closer to him and gave him a conspiratorial look.
“It would give your Guardians the fright of their lives.”
Clow couldn't hold back a dangerous grin.
Rating: G
Genre: Genfic / humour
Characters: Clow and Yuuko.
Summary: Some things take time.
Notes: Written for Insert Phrase.
“Is this absolutely necessary?” Yuuko asked, looking up at him.
Between her annoyed expression, her long hair sprawled around her, and the way her legs curved over the sofa's arm, Clow found it very difficult to tell her to move. She looked delightful as she was now, lounging as usual, like a lazy queen. But he resisted temptation. He was, after all, in a bit of a hurry.
“Yes, it is,” he told her. “And if you want it to be done before the festival, you should stop wasting time.”
“Oh, come on...” she sighed. “There must be an easier way to do this.”
“If I used magic, the results wouldn't be the same. Some things are done better by hand.”
“You're just old-fashioned,” she teased him. Clow didn't give in.
“It will not kill you to get up and stand on a stool for a few minutes,” he insisted, pointing at said piece of furniture. “Step on it!”
“Fine, I'll do it,” she said, and stood up as if it took a terrible effort to move. “I hope you really do this 'in a few minutes', for your own good. And watch your hands,” she added as an afterthought.
He rolled his eyes at her. Would that woman ever take anything seriously? This was business.
“I promise you, my hands will be quite busy with the tape measure,” he said. “Now be still or this will take longer.”
Yuuko did as she was told, at least for a while. He hadn't taken half the measurements he needed when she started squirming.
“Are you done yet?”
“I'm going to make you a yukata, not a handkerchief,” Clow replied. “Be patient.”
“I'll pay you more if you finish quickly,” she told him, all cheer and playfulness. “Come on, you know you want that booze!”
Clow continued with his work at the same pace, with all the security that long years of experience had given him. He knew perfectly well that it would be pointless to listen to her.
“If I hurry up now, I might make a mistake. That would delay the rest of the process,” he explained. “We might even have to do this again, and we don't want that, do we?”
That pretty much settled it. Yuuko didn't move anymore, except when he needed her to do so, and let him take the rest of the measurements in peace. It didn't take that long, once she had stopped interrupting.
“There. I'm done,” he said at last, rolling the tape. “It wasn't so terrible, was it?”
“It was the most boring thing I've had to do in my entire life,” she muttered. “Promise me it won't happen again.”
“Not quite,” Clow replied, “but you'll have to try on the yukata before it's finished. Just in case I need to tweak something, that is.”
Yuuko's eyes widened in horror.
“What? Can't you use Mirror for that?” she exclaimed. “Then I could see how it looks like, too. And I wouldn't have to put up with this again...”
“I thought I remembered you saying that was a selfish and capricious waste of magic,” he told her, raising his eyebrows. She moved closer to him and gave him a conspiratorial look.
“It would give your Guardians the fright of their lives.”
Clow couldn't hold back a dangerous grin.