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laurus_nobilis) wrote2005-06-10 12:31 pm
laurus_nobilis) wrote2005-06-10 12:31 pm
First Aids [XXXHOLiC; English]
Title: First Aids
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humour
Pairings: Clow/Yuuko
Warnings: A bit of swearing, and more importantly, these people are Not Healthy.
Summary: Traveling across dimensions can be dangerous...
Notes: Written for Insert Phrase.
First Aids
Clow made a mental note to never, ever set foot on a world with a remotely puritan culture again, no matter how revealing their books were. That kind of people wasn’t very fond of magic as a general rule. Of course, that was no reason to underestimate them– a lesson he should have learned in the seventeenth century, he thought. Crazy fanatics didn’t need magic; they were a whole different kind of dangerous.
Besides, their clothes were hell to run in.
A few steps behind him, Yuuko cursed her dress. When she wasn’t cursing him, that is.
“Only you,” she panted, “could manage to actually get chased with torches and pitchforks… and stupid arrows!”
He ducked as one of said weapons zoomed over his head. If they could only lose them for enough time to perform a spell–
Yuuko stumbled and grabbed his arm all of a sudden, clutching the left side of her body with her free hand. When he saw the droplets of blood among her fingers, Clow threw all caution to the winds. He just took her in his arms and disappeared.
* * *
“There,” he said, sitting her so she could lean against a tree. “Let me check that, will you? We can’t go back to our world while you’re unwell.”
“I’m not unwell, I’m fucking dying!” she snarled with a voice that proved otherwise. “And it’s all your fault!”
Clow chose not to make a comment about who exactly had stolen the farmers’ whiskey and proceeded to take a look at her wound. Or he would have, if she would just stop twisting.
“Don’t move like that! You’ll tear it open,” he told her.
“Just a little– there!” Yuuko exclaimed, taking out a whiskey bottle from some hidden pocket of her dress. She emptied almost half of it with just one gulp.
Clow shook his head and tried to get a look at the wounded area, only to discover that her clothing was an inconvenience.
“Just how many layers are you wearing?” he asked.
“Oh, I knew it,” she muttered. “You just want to undress me.”
“As if I’d never done that before.”
“Not while sober.”
He bit back a reply and tore the dress open, ignoring her. With a sigh of relief, he saw that her wound was not as bad as he had expected.
“It isn’t deep,” he assured her, “but it would be safe to clean it, anyway.”
“Oh, no, don’t you dare!” she shouted at him.
“Come on, it won’t hurt too much…”
“Don’t you dare! I forbid you to use The Bubbles on me!”
“Fine,” said Clow. He grabbed what was left of her whiskey and emptied it on the cut.
“Aaargh, you bastard!” she screamed. “That was my painkiller!”
“You won’t need it anymore,” he said. He quickly muttered a simple healing spell and the wound began to close. Satisfied, he took out his Key.
“What are you doing?” Yuuko asked, confused.
“Taking us home, of course.”
“You are taking us home?”
“You just had half a bottle of whiskey,” he pointed out.
“So what? I’m still the expert!” she insisted. “Last time you tried to take us home, we ended up on a deserted island in the Bermuda Triangle.”
“And that is why you shouldn’t do this while drunk,” Clow said through gritted teeth. Yuuko let out an exasperated sigh.
“Damn, I need my opium,” she said. Clow look at her wound, concerned; it was almost closed already.
“It shouldn’t hurt anymore,” he said.
“It’s not that, I just need my opium.”
“You are unbelievable,” he sighed. Yuuko snorted.
“Don’t act all healthy now! Who’s the one who gives me the poppies?”
Clow closed his eyes and took a deep breath. This was not the time for fighting.
“Can we please go before they find us?” he asked.
“Fine,” she muttered. “Just try to get us at least to the right continent this time.”
“I’ll leave you right in your living-room.”
“Oh, stop bragging and just go!”
When the villagers reached the place, all they found was an empty whiskey bottle.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humour
Pairings: Clow/Yuuko
Warnings: A bit of swearing, and more importantly, these people are Not Healthy.
Summary: Traveling across dimensions can be dangerous...
Notes: Written for Insert Phrase.
Clow made a mental note to never, ever set foot on a world with a remotely puritan culture again, no matter how revealing their books were. That kind of people wasn’t very fond of magic as a general rule. Of course, that was no reason to underestimate them– a lesson he should have learned in the seventeenth century, he thought. Crazy fanatics didn’t need magic; they were a whole different kind of dangerous.
Besides, their clothes were hell to run in.
A few steps behind him, Yuuko cursed her dress. When she wasn’t cursing him, that is.
“Only you,” she panted, “could manage to actually get chased with torches and pitchforks… and stupid arrows!”
He ducked as one of said weapons zoomed over his head. If they could only lose them for enough time to perform a spell–
Yuuko stumbled and grabbed his arm all of a sudden, clutching the left side of her body with her free hand. When he saw the droplets of blood among her fingers, Clow threw all caution to the winds. He just took her in his arms and disappeared.
“There,” he said, sitting her so she could lean against a tree. “Let me check that, will you? We can’t go back to our world while you’re unwell.”
“I’m not unwell, I’m fucking dying!” she snarled with a voice that proved otherwise. “And it’s all your fault!”
Clow chose not to make a comment about who exactly had stolen the farmers’ whiskey and proceeded to take a look at her wound. Or he would have, if she would just stop twisting.
“Don’t move like that! You’ll tear it open,” he told her.
“Just a little– there!” Yuuko exclaimed, taking out a whiskey bottle from some hidden pocket of her dress. She emptied almost half of it with just one gulp.
Clow shook his head and tried to get a look at the wounded area, only to discover that her clothing was an inconvenience.
“Just how many layers are you wearing?” he asked.
“Oh, I knew it,” she muttered. “You just want to undress me.”
“As if I’d never done that before.”
“Not while sober.”
He bit back a reply and tore the dress open, ignoring her. With a sigh of relief, he saw that her wound was not as bad as he had expected.
“It isn’t deep,” he assured her, “but it would be safe to clean it, anyway.”
“Oh, no, don’t you dare!” she shouted at him.
“Come on, it won’t hurt too much…”
“Don’t you dare! I forbid you to use The Bubbles on me!”
“Fine,” said Clow. He grabbed what was left of her whiskey and emptied it on the cut.
“Aaargh, you bastard!” she screamed. “That was my painkiller!”
“You won’t need it anymore,” he said. He quickly muttered a simple healing spell and the wound began to close. Satisfied, he took out his Key.
“What are you doing?” Yuuko asked, confused.
“Taking us home, of course.”
“You are taking us home?”
“You just had half a bottle of whiskey,” he pointed out.
“So what? I’m still the expert!” she insisted. “Last time you tried to take us home, we ended up on a deserted island in the Bermuda Triangle.”
“And that is why you shouldn’t do this while drunk,” Clow said through gritted teeth. Yuuko let out an exasperated sigh.
“Damn, I need my opium,” she said. Clow look at her wound, concerned; it was almost closed already.
“It shouldn’t hurt anymore,” he said.
“It’s not that, I just need my opium.”
“You are unbelievable,” he sighed. Yuuko snorted.
“Don’t act all healthy now! Who’s the one who gives me the poppies?”
Clow closed his eyes and took a deep breath. This was not the time for fighting.
“Can we please go before they find us?” he asked.
“Fine,” she muttered. “Just try to get us at least to the right continent this time.”
“I’ll leave you right in your living-room.”
“Oh, stop bragging and just go!”
When the villagers reached the place, all they found was an empty whiskey bottle.