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laurus_nobilis) wrote2006-08-23 03:57 pm
laurus_nobilis) wrote2006-08-23 03:57 pm
Emergency Measures [XXXHOLiC; English]
Title: Emergency Measures
Rating: PG
Genre: Humour
Characters: Clow and Yuuko
Pairings: If you squint.
Summary: A quiet night goes wrong.
Notes: Written forinsert_phrase.
Clow leaned back on his side of the sofa, exhaling a contented sigh. Nights were always pleasant when he had good company and a bottle of sake – or several, if Yuuko was the company in question. They had spent the last few hours drinking and talking; they had discussed philosophy, metaphysics, and those amusing little oddities that would someday be called “pop culture”. Right now, the world was perfect. He knew he would change his mind as soon as he tried to stand up, but he had no intention of moving in quite a while.
Oddly enough, Yuuko did get on her feet. She staggered a little, and looked slightly greenish; however, she soon regained her composure, or at least as much as necessary to walk in a straight line.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“To get more sake. The bottle's empty.”
That should remind him of something, Clow thought. Then he blinked and sat up, much faster than he should have, in fact.
“Oh dear,” he said. “I knew I was forgetting something...”
But it was too late. Yuuko had already opened her liquor cabinet.
“Well,” she said, with a calm that never meant anything good. “That was the last one.”
“Um...”
“That was the last one,” she repeated, and then she turned around. Her eyes could have burned a hole in the wall. “Why didn't you warn me?”
“I've just told you,” he defended himself. “I forgot.”
“You can't just forget about it, you're a Seer. What, it gets impaired by sake?” Yuuko asked, without bothering to conceal the sarcasm.
“Well, why do you think I drink in the first place?” Clow answered. As soon as he said that, he realized what she was implying. “Oh. Oh, no. You don't think – you don't think I did it on purpose, do you?”
“You don't exactly have the cleanest of records,” she pointed out. He pushed his glasses up his nose, looking offended.
“Say what you will about my sense of humour, but I'm not stupid enough to willingly get myself into a house with you and no alcohol.”
Yuuko glared at him. That hadn't been the right thing to say, it seemed. She put her hands on her hips, looking very much like the angry and powerful witch that she was.
“You are going to pay for this, Clow Reed,” she said.
“Now, dear,” he replied, in his best attempt to be the voice of reason, “let's remain calm, shall we? This is not a good moment to fight against each other. Now is the time to be strong -”
“Now,” she interrupted, “is the time to get another bottle.”
“What? It's impossible to buy anything at this hour.”
“I never mentioned buying, did I?” Yuuko told him in a sing-song voice. “When have you ever ran out of liquor?”
“That is hardly fair,” Clow protested, frowning. But she didn't give in.
“You get me something to drink right now, or you will face my wrath,” she warned him, as she tried – and failed – to point her finger at him.
“Fine,” he sighed. He conjured a bottle and looked at it sadly before he opened it; it was rather expensive. “Happy?”
“For the moment.”
“That will do,” he said, and hoped she'd fall asleep before she could ask for more.
Rating: PG
Genre: Humour
Characters: Clow and Yuuko
Pairings: If you squint.
Summary: A quiet night goes wrong.
Notes: Written for
insert_phrase.Clow leaned back on his side of the sofa, exhaling a contented sigh. Nights were always pleasant when he had good company and a bottle of sake – or several, if Yuuko was the company in question. They had spent the last few hours drinking and talking; they had discussed philosophy, metaphysics, and those amusing little oddities that would someday be called “pop culture”. Right now, the world was perfect. He knew he would change his mind as soon as he tried to stand up, but he had no intention of moving in quite a while.
Oddly enough, Yuuko did get on her feet. She staggered a little, and looked slightly greenish; however, she soon regained her composure, or at least as much as necessary to walk in a straight line.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“To get more sake. The bottle's empty.”
That should remind him of something, Clow thought. Then he blinked and sat up, much faster than he should have, in fact.
“Oh dear,” he said. “I knew I was forgetting something...”
But it was too late. Yuuko had already opened her liquor cabinet.
“Well,” she said, with a calm that never meant anything good. “That was the last one.”
“Um...”
“That was the last one,” she repeated, and then she turned around. Her eyes could have burned a hole in the wall. “Why didn't you warn me?”
“I've just told you,” he defended himself. “I forgot.”
“You can't just forget about it, you're a Seer. What, it gets impaired by sake?” Yuuko asked, without bothering to conceal the sarcasm.
“Well, why do you think I drink in the first place?” Clow answered. As soon as he said that, he realized what she was implying. “Oh. Oh, no. You don't think – you don't think I did it on purpose, do you?”
“You don't exactly have the cleanest of records,” she pointed out. He pushed his glasses up his nose, looking offended.
“Say what you will about my sense of humour, but I'm not stupid enough to willingly get myself into a house with you and no alcohol.”
Yuuko glared at him. That hadn't been the right thing to say, it seemed. She put her hands on her hips, looking very much like the angry and powerful witch that she was.
“You are going to pay for this, Clow Reed,” she said.
“Now, dear,” he replied, in his best attempt to be the voice of reason, “let's remain calm, shall we? This is not a good moment to fight against each other. Now is the time to be strong -”
“Now,” she interrupted, “is the time to get another bottle.”
“What? It's impossible to buy anything at this hour.”
“I never mentioned buying, did I?” Yuuko told him in a sing-song voice. “When have you ever ran out of liquor?”
“That is hardly fair,” Clow protested, frowning. But she didn't give in.
“You get me something to drink right now, or you will face my wrath,” she warned him, as she tried – and failed – to point her finger at him.
“Fine,” he sighed. He conjured a bottle and looked at it sadly before he opened it; it was rather expensive. “Happy?”
“For the moment.”
“That will do,” he said, and hoped she'd fall asleep before she could ask for more.