Fic: Home for the Holidays
Title: Home for the Holidays
Author: fairymage
Rating: PG-13
Community: 30_kisses
Theme: #20-the road home
Fandom: Card Captor Sakura
Pairing: Touya/Yukito
Notes: I am like, made of win right now. Written for dreximgirl. Happy holidays!
“I suppose you and your grandparents are going to have a nice Christmas, huh? A nice big dinner, opening presents, them telling you all about their travels over the past few months. I’ll bet they got you some interesting stuff,” Touya whistled appreciatively as they walked home from school.
He opened his mouth to respond of course, like he usually did when Touya asked about his grandparents, but instead he found himself saying, “No, they don’t think they’ll be home in time.” He frowned, wondering why. Hadn’t they told him just a week ago that they would definitely be back in time for the holiday? And that they would cook together, and open presents? No, that must have been last year. How silly of him to forget.
Touya frowned, nearly stopping in his track. “Wait, you mean they’re not even coming back for Christmas?”
Yukito shrugged. “It’s not that big a deal. I mean, Christmas is mostly about couples, isn’t it?”
“No,” Touya defended staunchly. “My family does stuff all the time, every year for Christmas.”
“It’s okay, I don’t mind. My grandparents should just enjoy their trip, instead of cutting it short for me.”
Touya frowned. “You shouldn’t spend Christmas by yourself, though.” There was a pause, which Yukito barely registered. Touya always paused before saying something important, and Yukito knew better than to rush him. “Why don’t you come over to my house for Christmas?”
Yukito blinked. That wasn’t the kind of important he’d been anticipating. Touya was looking a little surprised, and awkward, like he’d meant to say it, then realized afterward that he was surprised that he’d actually done it. Go over to the Kinomotos for Christmas?
“I-“
“My dad wouldn’t mind, and the monster definitely would enjoy having you over. It would be… fun,” Touya finished lamely, blushing slightly. Yukito wanted to smile, but that would make Touya ask what he was laughing at, and Yukito would have to admit that he’d been staring.
“But it’s your family-“
“Yeah, but… I mean, the monster would never forgive me if she found out that I let you spend Christmas alone. My dad would be disappointed, too. Really, it’ll be fine. And…” There were more important things coming? “You could… spend the night… a couple nights, actually. The night before and the night after. If you want. You know. I’m not… Only if you want, you know.” Yukito thought Touya might actually trip over something if he kept stumbling over his words.
“Do you want me to come, Touya?” he asked. Once the words were out of his mouth, he blinked, completely surprised by his own boldness. Oh well. The question was honest, at least.
Touya stopped and flushed. “Of course. I don’t want you to… spend… Christmas… alone,” he mumbled, staring at the ground, scuffing his toe against the pavement.
Yukito smiled. “Okay. Two nights, right?”
His best friend looked up, blinked a couple times, then smiled. “Yeah. Let’s go home and tell everyone.”
-----
That was the first time he spent Christmas with the Kinomotos. He and Touya slept on the floor of the living room with Sakura, watching the lights on the tree blinking in their esoteric rhythm, reflecting off packages wrapped in stiff paper and shiny ribbons. A plate of cookies waited for Santa on the table; Touya snuck one every hour, and Yukito took two.
In the morning they were woken by an enthusiastic Sakura and Fujitaka cooking breakfast. Groggily the two boys, who had spent all night chatting, exchanging secrets and opinions, and eating cookies (like two girls, or two people terribly affected by puppy love, Yukito would think later), dragged themselves to help Sakura sort the presents.
After breakfast they each opened some presents, then they went outside to play in the snow. In Touya’s defense, Sakura and her father had started the snowball fight with a well-aimed snowball at Yukito’s shoulder. Touya had instantly jumped at the affront, and had subsequently gone on to smash his sister. Fujitaka and Yukito had stood about fifteen feet apart, making snowballs and tossing them lamely at the grappling siblings, or occasionally at each other, laughing at their own foolishness.
By the end of the night they were wrapped in pajamas and quilts in the living room, handing around the last of the presents as they sipped hot chocolate. He’d fallen asleep on the couch, leaning against Touya’s shoulder, and in the morning they were both lying in sleeping bags on the floor, like on Christmas Eve.
He stares out the window of the car as Touya drives, watching the white snow passing by. He wonders if there will be enough for them to have a snowball fight this year. Sakura-chan, Kero-chan, Li-kun… Well, there will be plenty of people to take part.
-----
He spent every subsequent Christmas with the Kinomotos, but the first Christmas after they went away to university was special. They moved out, into the dorms, as roommates, and so the trip back to the Kinomoto house was somehow very special. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, as they say.
“Ne, Yuki… do you think we should…” Touya spun his pencil between his fingers as he tried to find the right words.
“Should what?” It was okay to prompt him now.
“Tell my dad… and Sakura… and…”
“About us?” Yukito asked, turning his body to gesture to the one bed they shared, sheets rumpled and indicative of everything that they had never openly confessed.
Touya nodded, and Yukito didn’t need to look carefully to know that the flush was probably creeping up his neck. “That we’re…”
“Sleeping together? Lovers? Not virgins?” That was Yue, coming through with his sneaky remarks. Yukito could sense his self-satisfied smirk as Touya blushed dark red; Yue always liked to get the best of Touya.
“I…”
“Or something like that,” Yukito reassured, smiling innocently, making Touya do the usual double-take when Yukito changed so quickly before him.
“Yeah, I guess so. D’you think it’ll be… weird?” Touya sank down in his chair, stretching out his legs and frowning at the wall.
Not at all. He probably thinks you two were doing this when you were in high school.
Yukito fought the urge to either laugh or scold Yue, settling instead for patting Touya’s knee. “No, I’m sure it won’t be. Your father is understanding, and Sakura-chan already mostly knows. Besides… don’t you think your father…?”
“Yeah, probably,” Touya sighed again, shifting in his chair, trying to get comfortable. “It’s just it’s one thing to have your dad know you’re… well, you’re in love with your best friend, and it’s an entirely other thing to tell him to his face, ‘Dad, I’m madly in love with Yuki, and we intend to be sleeping together for as long as possible, so sorry, you won’t get any grandkids from me.’”
“You wouldn’t say it like that,” Yukito chided.
“Yeah, you’re right. That’s too simple.” He threw his pencil down onto the math homework spread over the open book in frustration.
“Do you really think you need to say anything?”
“It’s not fair to expect him to just assume. I need to say something eventually. Hell, even the monster’s told dad about the brat.”
“But it’s not as though he wouldn’t have known or didn’t know anyway. To-ya, I’m sure if you try this you’ll only get as far as, ‘Dad, Yuki and I-‘ That’s when he’ll interrupt you with, ‘I know.’ And he’ll smile, and you’ll smile back awkwardly, and it’ll all be over.”
Touya scowled. “I hate it when you’re right.”
Yukito smiled, and with a little help from Yue, preened just a little.
-----
They drove to the Kinomoto house then, just like they were now. It’d been snowing, of course, like it should on Christmas, and their backseat had been packed with gifts. A good portion of it was snacks for Kero-chan as a bribe. Fujitaka had hinted that Kero-chan had been exiled from Sakura’s room, since Syaoran was staying over Christmas, and Touya had not wanted the plushie seeking refuge with his brother.
They parked on the street, then dallied a bit, shuffling presents and finding the optimal way to carry them so they didn’t drop anything and could take it all in one trip from the car to the porch. Yukito knew that Touya was also delaying actually entering the house; he’d decided that the best, and most subtle and yet obvious way, was for him to hold Yukito’s hand.
Yue thought Touya was being ridiculous. Yukito agreed, just a little, but he thought it was too sweet to tell Touya again that he was being a bit stupid.
They stood on the porch, Touya taking deep breaths and Yukito watching with amused curiosity. He held out his right hand and took Yukito’s left with it, and with his left arm laden with gift bags, he reached to push the doorbell.
He paused just before hitting it, then dropped his arms and pulled Yukito close to him.
“Ne, To-ya, it’s not that big a deal-“
“Kiss me? For luck?” he asked, eyes shining playfully. He was still nervous, but Yukito could feel the excitement too.
They set down the bags of presents and kissed, on the porch in the snow, arms wrapped around each other and bodies shifting restlessly-a much longer and deeper and more heated kiss than either of them had been intending.
They also hadn’t been counting on an audience.
When they finally broke apart breathlessly they discovered a couple relative strangers watching them from the doorway, and behind them, the usual guests. Sakura looked torn between complete embarrassment (wanting to beat up her older brother for being such an exhibitionist!) and giggling over how cute it was. Syaoran just looked uncomfortable, blushing slightly. Fujitaka was smiling as though nothing was different. Yukito was sure Kero-chan would have something to say about this once he found out. Tomoyo was beaming proudly, as if somehow she’d had a hand in all this.
Which, Yukito reflected, he wouldn’t be surprised if she had.
Touya’s aunt Sonomi and his great-grandfather just stood in some kind of shock.
Yukito remembers smiling then, picking up the bags of presents he’d dropped, while Touya coughed nervously and avoided looking at his relatives. Yukito asked for Sakura’s help in carrying presents, and the strange spell was broken. Sonomi was enthusiastically greeting her nephew and his… friend? Boyfriend? What did Touya want her to call him? What did Yukito want her to call him?
The old man made no comment on what he’d just seen, but he smiled and greeted them exactly the same, so Yukito assumed that everything was all right there.
Touya’s conversation with his father went exactly as Yukito had predicted. It probably helped that Fujitaka had seen them on his porch kissing like there was no tomorrow.
He smiles at the falling snow as they turn the corner just before the Kinomoto house. As they pull up, the front door flies open and Sakura is hurtling through it, yelling and waving, Kero-chan hidden inconspicuously on her shoulder so that he can inspect the contents of his brother’s car to see how much there is for him this year. Syaoran is standing in the doorway, cradling his first child, still worried that he might break her. Fujitaka is beside him, putting on his coat so that he can unnecessarily help unload. Tomoyo and her-is that her girlfriend?!-come up beside Syaoran and smile. He’s sure that Sonomi is there somewhere too, eager to spoil her nephews rotten.
He opens the door and walks around to the back doors to begin unloading. Fujitaka is already there, smiling, asking how he’s been and saying, “Merry Christmas.” Sakura has tackled Touya against the car and is eagerly rattling off her daughter’s impressive accomplishments. Kero-chan has snuck into one of the bags of snacks, Touya is yelling at him, the baby starts crying, and instantly six people are off to coo and crowd around her, leaving Fujitaka and Yukito with the presents and an absolutely thrilled Sun Guardian.
They’re finally home for the holidays.
Author: fairymage
Rating: PG-13
Community: 30_kisses
Theme: #20-the road home
Fandom: Card Captor Sakura
Pairing: Touya/Yukito
Notes: I am like, made of win right now. Written for dreximgirl. Happy holidays!
“I suppose you and your grandparents are going to have a nice Christmas, huh? A nice big dinner, opening presents, them telling you all about their travels over the past few months. I’ll bet they got you some interesting stuff,” Touya whistled appreciatively as they walked home from school.
He opened his mouth to respond of course, like he usually did when Touya asked about his grandparents, but instead he found himself saying, “No, they don’t think they’ll be home in time.” He frowned, wondering why. Hadn’t they told him just a week ago that they would definitely be back in time for the holiday? And that they would cook together, and open presents? No, that must have been last year. How silly of him to forget.
Touya frowned, nearly stopping in his track. “Wait, you mean they’re not even coming back for Christmas?”
Yukito shrugged. “It’s not that big a deal. I mean, Christmas is mostly about couples, isn’t it?”
“No,” Touya defended staunchly. “My family does stuff all the time, every year for Christmas.”
“It’s okay, I don’t mind. My grandparents should just enjoy their trip, instead of cutting it short for me.”
Touya frowned. “You shouldn’t spend Christmas by yourself, though.” There was a pause, which Yukito barely registered. Touya always paused before saying something important, and Yukito knew better than to rush him. “Why don’t you come over to my house for Christmas?”
Yukito blinked. That wasn’t the kind of important he’d been anticipating. Touya was looking a little surprised, and awkward, like he’d meant to say it, then realized afterward that he was surprised that he’d actually done it. Go over to the Kinomotos for Christmas?
“I-“
“My dad wouldn’t mind, and the monster definitely would enjoy having you over. It would be… fun,” Touya finished lamely, blushing slightly. Yukito wanted to smile, but that would make Touya ask what he was laughing at, and Yukito would have to admit that he’d been staring.
“But it’s your family-“
“Yeah, but… I mean, the monster would never forgive me if she found out that I let you spend Christmas alone. My dad would be disappointed, too. Really, it’ll be fine. And…” There were more important things coming? “You could… spend the night… a couple nights, actually. The night before and the night after. If you want. You know. I’m not… Only if you want, you know.” Yukito thought Touya might actually trip over something if he kept stumbling over his words.
“Do you want me to come, Touya?” he asked. Once the words were out of his mouth, he blinked, completely surprised by his own boldness. Oh well. The question was honest, at least.
Touya stopped and flushed. “Of course. I don’t want you to… spend… Christmas… alone,” he mumbled, staring at the ground, scuffing his toe against the pavement.
Yukito smiled. “Okay. Two nights, right?”
His best friend looked up, blinked a couple times, then smiled. “Yeah. Let’s go home and tell everyone.”
-----
That was the first time he spent Christmas with the Kinomotos. He and Touya slept on the floor of the living room with Sakura, watching the lights on the tree blinking in their esoteric rhythm, reflecting off packages wrapped in stiff paper and shiny ribbons. A plate of cookies waited for Santa on the table; Touya snuck one every hour, and Yukito took two.
In the morning they were woken by an enthusiastic Sakura and Fujitaka cooking breakfast. Groggily the two boys, who had spent all night chatting, exchanging secrets and opinions, and eating cookies (like two girls, or two people terribly affected by puppy love, Yukito would think later), dragged themselves to help Sakura sort the presents.
After breakfast they each opened some presents, then they went outside to play in the snow. In Touya’s defense, Sakura and her father had started the snowball fight with a well-aimed snowball at Yukito’s shoulder. Touya had instantly jumped at the affront, and had subsequently gone on to smash his sister. Fujitaka and Yukito had stood about fifteen feet apart, making snowballs and tossing them lamely at the grappling siblings, or occasionally at each other, laughing at their own foolishness.
By the end of the night they were wrapped in pajamas and quilts in the living room, handing around the last of the presents as they sipped hot chocolate. He’d fallen asleep on the couch, leaning against Touya’s shoulder, and in the morning they were both lying in sleeping bags on the floor, like on Christmas Eve.
He stares out the window of the car as Touya drives, watching the white snow passing by. He wonders if there will be enough for them to have a snowball fight this year. Sakura-chan, Kero-chan, Li-kun… Well, there will be plenty of people to take part.
-----
He spent every subsequent Christmas with the Kinomotos, but the first Christmas after they went away to university was special. They moved out, into the dorms, as roommates, and so the trip back to the Kinomoto house was somehow very special. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, as they say.
“Ne, Yuki… do you think we should…” Touya spun his pencil between his fingers as he tried to find the right words.
“Should what?” It was okay to prompt him now.
“Tell my dad… and Sakura… and…”
“About us?” Yukito asked, turning his body to gesture to the one bed they shared, sheets rumpled and indicative of everything that they had never openly confessed.
Touya nodded, and Yukito didn’t need to look carefully to know that the flush was probably creeping up his neck. “That we’re…”
“Sleeping together? Lovers? Not virgins?” That was Yue, coming through with his sneaky remarks. Yukito could sense his self-satisfied smirk as Touya blushed dark red; Yue always liked to get the best of Touya.
“I…”
“Or something like that,” Yukito reassured, smiling innocently, making Touya do the usual double-take when Yukito changed so quickly before him.
“Yeah, I guess so. D’you think it’ll be… weird?” Touya sank down in his chair, stretching out his legs and frowning at the wall.
Not at all. He probably thinks you two were doing this when you were in high school.
Yukito fought the urge to either laugh or scold Yue, settling instead for patting Touya’s knee. “No, I’m sure it won’t be. Your father is understanding, and Sakura-chan already mostly knows. Besides… don’t you think your father…?”
“Yeah, probably,” Touya sighed again, shifting in his chair, trying to get comfortable. “It’s just it’s one thing to have your dad know you’re… well, you’re in love with your best friend, and it’s an entirely other thing to tell him to his face, ‘Dad, I’m madly in love with Yuki, and we intend to be sleeping together for as long as possible, so sorry, you won’t get any grandkids from me.’”
“You wouldn’t say it like that,” Yukito chided.
“Yeah, you’re right. That’s too simple.” He threw his pencil down onto the math homework spread over the open book in frustration.
“Do you really think you need to say anything?”
“It’s not fair to expect him to just assume. I need to say something eventually. Hell, even the monster’s told dad about the brat.”
“But it’s not as though he wouldn’t have known or didn’t know anyway. To-ya, I’m sure if you try this you’ll only get as far as, ‘Dad, Yuki and I-‘ That’s when he’ll interrupt you with, ‘I know.’ And he’ll smile, and you’ll smile back awkwardly, and it’ll all be over.”
Touya scowled. “I hate it when you’re right.”
Yukito smiled, and with a little help from Yue, preened just a little.
-----
They drove to the Kinomoto house then, just like they were now. It’d been snowing, of course, like it should on Christmas, and their backseat had been packed with gifts. A good portion of it was snacks for Kero-chan as a bribe. Fujitaka had hinted that Kero-chan had been exiled from Sakura’s room, since Syaoran was staying over Christmas, and Touya had not wanted the plushie seeking refuge with his brother.
They parked on the street, then dallied a bit, shuffling presents and finding the optimal way to carry them so they didn’t drop anything and could take it all in one trip from the car to the porch. Yukito knew that Touya was also delaying actually entering the house; he’d decided that the best, and most subtle and yet obvious way, was for him to hold Yukito’s hand.
Yue thought Touya was being ridiculous. Yukito agreed, just a little, but he thought it was too sweet to tell Touya again that he was being a bit stupid.
They stood on the porch, Touya taking deep breaths and Yukito watching with amused curiosity. He held out his right hand and took Yukito’s left with it, and with his left arm laden with gift bags, he reached to push the doorbell.
He paused just before hitting it, then dropped his arms and pulled Yukito close to him.
“Ne, To-ya, it’s not that big a deal-“
“Kiss me? For luck?” he asked, eyes shining playfully. He was still nervous, but Yukito could feel the excitement too.
They set down the bags of presents and kissed, on the porch in the snow, arms wrapped around each other and bodies shifting restlessly-a much longer and deeper and more heated kiss than either of them had been intending.
They also hadn’t been counting on an audience.
When they finally broke apart breathlessly they discovered a couple relative strangers watching them from the doorway, and behind them, the usual guests. Sakura looked torn between complete embarrassment (wanting to beat up her older brother for being such an exhibitionist!) and giggling over how cute it was. Syaoran just looked uncomfortable, blushing slightly. Fujitaka was smiling as though nothing was different. Yukito was sure Kero-chan would have something to say about this once he found out. Tomoyo was beaming proudly, as if somehow she’d had a hand in all this.
Which, Yukito reflected, he wouldn’t be surprised if she had.
Touya’s aunt Sonomi and his great-grandfather just stood in some kind of shock.
Yukito remembers smiling then, picking up the bags of presents he’d dropped, while Touya coughed nervously and avoided looking at his relatives. Yukito asked for Sakura’s help in carrying presents, and the strange spell was broken. Sonomi was enthusiastically greeting her nephew and his… friend? Boyfriend? What did Touya want her to call him? What did Yukito want her to call him?
The old man made no comment on what he’d just seen, but he smiled and greeted them exactly the same, so Yukito assumed that everything was all right there.
Touya’s conversation with his father went exactly as Yukito had predicted. It probably helped that Fujitaka had seen them on his porch kissing like there was no tomorrow.
He smiles at the falling snow as they turn the corner just before the Kinomoto house. As they pull up, the front door flies open and Sakura is hurtling through it, yelling and waving, Kero-chan hidden inconspicuously on her shoulder so that he can inspect the contents of his brother’s car to see how much there is for him this year. Syaoran is standing in the doorway, cradling his first child, still worried that he might break her. Fujitaka is beside him, putting on his coat so that he can unnecessarily help unload. Tomoyo and her-is that her girlfriend?!-come up beside Syaoran and smile. He’s sure that Sonomi is there somewhere too, eager to spoil her nephews rotten.
He opens the door and walks around to the back doors to begin unloading. Fujitaka is already there, smiling, asking how he’s been and saying, “Merry Christmas.” Sakura has tackled Touya against the car and is eagerly rattling off her daughter’s impressive accomplishments. Kero-chan has snuck into one of the bags of snacks, Touya is yelling at him, the baby starts crying, and instantly six people are off to coo and crowd around her, leaving Fujitaka and Yukito with the presents and an absolutely thrilled Sun Guardian.
They’re finally home for the holidays.