dropsofviolet (dropsofviolet) wrote in no_true_pair, @ 2009-01-28 09:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 2009 eight characters challenge, author: dropsofviolet, fandom: tsubasa, pairing: syaoran/watanuki |
Legends (Tsubasa: Syaoran & Watanuki)
Title: Legends
Author/Artist: dropsofviolet
Fandom: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle (/xxxHOLiC/Cardcaptor Sakura)
Pairing/characters: Syaoran/Sakura (x3 lol); Watanuki gen
Rating: G
Warnings: Tsubasa spoilers; speculation on end of series; Jossed by recent spoilers
Prompt/challenge you're answering: Watanuki and Syaoran: telling stories
Excerpt: It was the weirdest family reunion in any of the related worlds-- Syaoran, and Sakura, and Syaoran and Syaoran and Sakura and Sakura. And Watanuki.
It was the weirdest family reunion in any of the related worlds-- Syaoran, and Sakura, and Syaoran and Syaoran and Sakura and Sakura. And Watanuki.
They teased him about looking like Clow and he laughed, placated.
Even using proper names, it was confusing to see them all in a room together. Watanuki felt a little out of place, but his mother was always nearby, her fingertips on his arm. He had the idea that she felt guilty about leaving him in Yuuko's clutches, and her touch was comforting, but at the same time, depressing. Why hadn't she been there to soothe his scraped knees and make the demons go away?
What was done was done, and what was done was hitsuzen. He knew Yuuko would tell him that. As much as she would deny it, she was just as much his mother as Sakura was. She had kept him safe when she could, and she had guided him, even when he hated it and hated her.
The Syaorans and the Sakuras (he couldn't stop thinking of his family like that, how horrible) all told him their stories, and Watanuki listened. He had stories of his own, sure, but they were trying to explain themselves to him, and he wanted to know them. He'd dreamed of them for so long. Here was his family.
Sakura spoke of capturing cards created by the man who'd helped create Mokona. Watanuki thought about Mokona while she spoke, thought about its weight on his lap, and he sort of wanted to pet the little meatbun.
And Sakura spoke of a world of changing sands and warm hearts, of a priest and a king and a father-- two fathers-- and what it meant to be a princess.
And Sakura spoke of a dream-world Watanuki knew all too well, and cherry blossom petals, and love until death and beyond until something new happened.
He didn't realize he was crying until his mother wiped the tears from his cheeks, her hands gentle. She held him, wrapping her arms around his neck as he sat there, and he felt small and uncertain.
And then Syaoran spoke-- the three of them-- and their voices were hoarse as the twilight began to fade the day. Watanuki felt as if he knew his father and his brothers even less, to hear their stories, though their eyes... were also mismatched. They matched his.
It was full dark before Watanuki finished out the tales, and his throat was thick as he spoke of those who had bound him to the earth when his family couldn't. He missed them. He would be glad to go home to them. And it wasn't that he didn't value this-- not at all-- but this desert kingdom where his brother and sister ruled was not his. His world had umbrellas and warashi's and university. It had been his world for as long as he could remember.
When the stories were done they hugged, and Sakura-okaa-san hugged him too tightly, and he let her. And then he went home on the low road that Yuuko had told him about, and stepped back into a shop that already seemed musty with disuse. He hummed a little to himself as he shredded the spider webs and dusted the shelves. He didn't know if anyone was going to come, but he'd be ready.
The bells on the door rattled and Watanuki turned to greet the customer.