Fic: Connections
Title: Connections
Author: fairymage
Rating: G
Community: 30_kisses
Theme: #1-look over here
Fandom: Card Captor Sakura
Pairing: Touya/Yukito
Notes: Lyrics from Frankie Valli & the Four Seasons' "Can't Take My Eyes Off of You."
j;lkdfjakfewe I ALMOST MADE IT BEFORE MIDNIGHT ;_;
ETA: LJ fails, and I cannot get it to post the next sentence, even. I will be back when the server works.
ETA2: Yes! It works! We have fic!
You’re just too good to be true
Can’t take my eyes off of you
You’d be like heaven to touch
I wanna hold you so much…
The first time he’d seen Yukito, his eye had been caught by the other presence. The one he could barely see, just a sliver of light against the solid outline of the pale-haired, pale-skinned boy. He’d long ago learned how to distinguish amongst the different otherworldly beings he was able to see, but this one was new. He felt something like a child uncovering discarded “treasure.” He couldn't stop looking out of the corner of his eye.
Eventually, he came to terms with the fact that he didn’t know what the light was, and that, unless he asked the boy directly, he would never know. So he started watching the boy. Which, he discovered, was far more interesting and informative than watching the silent presence.
Tsukishiro Yukito had the nicest smile he’d ever seen-and he’d seen plenty of nice smiles. Girls smiled at him all the time. His father’s smile was gentle and kind and patient. His mother smiled at him from the picture frames every day. Even his monster of a sister had a smile that could brighten an entire room (though he’d never admit it). But Tsukishiro Yukito’s smile shone like his namesake moon. And it wasn’t just that. It was like he combined all the smiles Touya loved, added a little magic, and then directed the smile at everyone-but at no one.
It was a puzzle Touya couldn’t quite get his mind around. He smiled at everyone, he was nice to everyone, and yet it was like he was looking for someone to smile at. He paid attention to everyone who spoke to him, but he somehow… didn’t. He wasn’t malicious, he wasn’t hurting anyone, he honestly paid every person their due and his time and attention.
And, he discovered, he wanted Tsukishiro Yukito to smile at him. Just so that he knew what it was like. Maybe it would uncloud the puzzle that Touya had been contemplating all morning. And maybe the light beside him would smile at him too.
It happened right as lunch was beginning. People were twittering uncertainly, wondering if they should invite the new boy into their already established cliques-and if so, who would get to do it. Everyone wanted to, of course: he was nice, sweet, probably good at sports, smart, and rather good-looking. Tsukishiro was apparently oblivious where most new students would stand awkwardly. He’d brought the most absurdly large lunch Touya had ever seen, and was poking through it curiously and happily, as if everything in the bag was a treat.
Then he paused and looked up, but not around at the other students watching him. He looked at Touya, who was sitting alone at his desk next to the window, absently poking the rice in his bento box with hashi. Touya would never have admitted that he wanted Tsukishiro to notice him, sitting alone, not analyzing him as “the new boy” like their classmates. Tsukishiro wrapped his long arms around the giant paper market bag, and purposefully crossed the room to stand next to Touya.
“Can I have lunch with you, Kinomoto-san?” And then he smiled.
“Touya,” he found himself replying. He didn’t let anyone call him by his first name-and his classmates knew it. His response caused almost as much of a stir as Tsukishiro wanting to eat with the lone wolf instead of the birds. “And yes,” he added, trying not to glare at his classmates.
“Thank you, To-ya.”
After that, it was never hard to get Tsukishiro Yukito to look at him. The next morning, he was sitting at the desk in front of Touya’s. He turned around in his seat and smiled that amazing, magical smile, and said, “Good morning, To-ya.” Every morning, it was the same. Shortly thereafter, they discovered that they could take the same route to school, and they began to walk together every morning.
Touya never asked about the faint presence that he could still see around his new friend. Yukito didn’t seem to know about it, and it never seemed to do anything, so Touya let his curiosity lie. Someday, he would find out about it, he was sure. But he was no longer as interested in the magical other-being as he had once been.
He was content to pass notes to the boy who sat in front of him, to laugh as Yukito put away a ridiculous amount of food at every meal, to communicate with just a glance as they played basketball with their classmates, trouncing them every time. And when Yukito smiled, Touya knew that he was the one Yukito had been looking for to smile at.
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Pardon the way that I stare
There’s nothing else to compare
The sight of you makes me weak
There are no words left to speak…
And now he knew what that light was, that silent glow around Yukito that made him human but not. At first he thought that Yue was all elegant grace and silence and beauty. He couldn’t help but stare.
“Why do you keep looking at me?” Yue asked once, in that cold, slightly huffy way.
“Because… well, because you’re so…”
Yue stared at him flatly.
“Because you’re so…”
He never could adequately explain it. Yue was so much like Yukito, and yet so different. Yukito radiated a kind of pleasant, happy magic that made Touya want to smile at him. Yue’s magic made him want to stare in awe. He knew full well how special, how unique Yue was; he didn't need his lost powers to know that. He wanted very badly to understand the aloof Moon Guardian better, but Yue would rarely appear before him.
He was always at a loss for words before Yue. It was as if there was nothing to say to him, or that words failed to describe what he felt or thought about the otherworldly being. Touya often wondered why Yue showed himself at all, if he could only scorn Touya’s foolish attempts at conversation. Every time he asked Yukito, Yukito would smile and cough and avoid the question. Touya wondered if the answer was a secret just for the two of them, or if… well, if the reason really was that amusing.
He could also never quite bring himself to look the Moon Guardian in the eye. Or even, for that matter, too long at any part of Yue. It always felt like he was violating something.
“Can I… touch your wings?” he asked one night. Yue had followed him into the kitchen and was watching Touya make hot cocoa.
Yue blinked, then scowled. It was more like a half-scowl, half-pout, and Touya had to fight to not laugh. “I suppose. Just don’t pull out any feathers,” he warned, turning and releasing his wings.
Touya reached out and tentatively stroked the fine, full feathers. They were, as he’d expected, the softest thing he’d touched. They were fine and clean and perfectly formed, not a single one bent or out of place. He wondered if they were always like that naturally, or if Yue made sure that they were always nicely kept.
There was a soft sigh, and Touya realized that he was stroking the wings much as one would stroke a kitten or baby bird. As soon as he paused, though, Yue ruffled his wings and folded them back.
“They’re very… pretty,” Touya suggested nervously.
“They… work.”
And then, for the first time perhaps since Touya had offered Yue and Yukito his magic, Yue looked him directly in the eye. Touya’s mouth went dry and he fumbled for something to say. Something other than, “Oh… can I touch you? Or your hair?” Because while he honestly did want to know and remember what Yue’s hair felt like, or his skin, but that wasn’t something you said to Yue.
Then Touya blinked, and Yue was gone, and Yukito was smiling at him. Maybe he was laughing.
“Can I have some hot chocolate too?”
Author: fairymage
Rating: G
Community: 30_kisses
Theme: #1-look over here
Fandom: Card Captor Sakura
Pairing: Touya/Yukito
Notes: Lyrics from Frankie Valli & the Four Seasons' "Can't Take My Eyes Off of You."
j;lkdfjakfewe I ALMOST MADE IT BEFORE MIDNIGHT ;_;
ETA: LJ fails, and I cannot get it to post the next sentence, even. I will be back when the server works.
ETA2: Yes! It works! We have fic!
You’re just too good to be true
Can’t take my eyes off of you
You’d be like heaven to touch
I wanna hold you so much…
The first time he’d seen Yukito, his eye had been caught by the other presence. The one he could barely see, just a sliver of light against the solid outline of the pale-haired, pale-skinned boy. He’d long ago learned how to distinguish amongst the different otherworldly beings he was able to see, but this one was new. He felt something like a child uncovering discarded “treasure.” He couldn't stop looking out of the corner of his eye.
Eventually, he came to terms with the fact that he didn’t know what the light was, and that, unless he asked the boy directly, he would never know. So he started watching the boy. Which, he discovered, was far more interesting and informative than watching the silent presence.
Tsukishiro Yukito had the nicest smile he’d ever seen-and he’d seen plenty of nice smiles. Girls smiled at him all the time. His father’s smile was gentle and kind and patient. His mother smiled at him from the picture frames every day. Even his monster of a sister had a smile that could brighten an entire room (though he’d never admit it). But Tsukishiro Yukito’s smile shone like his namesake moon. And it wasn’t just that. It was like he combined all the smiles Touya loved, added a little magic, and then directed the smile at everyone-but at no one.
It was a puzzle Touya couldn’t quite get his mind around. He smiled at everyone, he was nice to everyone, and yet it was like he was looking for someone to smile at. He paid attention to everyone who spoke to him, but he somehow… didn’t. He wasn’t malicious, he wasn’t hurting anyone, he honestly paid every person their due and his time and attention.
And, he discovered, he wanted Tsukishiro Yukito to smile at him. Just so that he knew what it was like. Maybe it would uncloud the puzzle that Touya had been contemplating all morning. And maybe the light beside him would smile at him too.
It happened right as lunch was beginning. People were twittering uncertainly, wondering if they should invite the new boy into their already established cliques-and if so, who would get to do it. Everyone wanted to, of course: he was nice, sweet, probably good at sports, smart, and rather good-looking. Tsukishiro was apparently oblivious where most new students would stand awkwardly. He’d brought the most absurdly large lunch Touya had ever seen, and was poking through it curiously and happily, as if everything in the bag was a treat.
Then he paused and looked up, but not around at the other students watching him. He looked at Touya, who was sitting alone at his desk next to the window, absently poking the rice in his bento box with hashi. Touya would never have admitted that he wanted Tsukishiro to notice him, sitting alone, not analyzing him as “the new boy” like their classmates. Tsukishiro wrapped his long arms around the giant paper market bag, and purposefully crossed the room to stand next to Touya.
“Can I have lunch with you, Kinomoto-san?” And then he smiled.
“Touya,” he found himself replying. He didn’t let anyone call him by his first name-and his classmates knew it. His response caused almost as much of a stir as Tsukishiro wanting to eat with the lone wolf instead of the birds. “And yes,” he added, trying not to glare at his classmates.
“Thank you, To-ya.”
After that, it was never hard to get Tsukishiro Yukito to look at him. The next morning, he was sitting at the desk in front of Touya’s. He turned around in his seat and smiled that amazing, magical smile, and said, “Good morning, To-ya.” Every morning, it was the same. Shortly thereafter, they discovered that they could take the same route to school, and they began to walk together every morning.
Touya never asked about the faint presence that he could still see around his new friend. Yukito didn’t seem to know about it, and it never seemed to do anything, so Touya let his curiosity lie. Someday, he would find out about it, he was sure. But he was no longer as interested in the magical other-being as he had once been.
He was content to pass notes to the boy who sat in front of him, to laugh as Yukito put away a ridiculous amount of food at every meal, to communicate with just a glance as they played basketball with their classmates, trouncing them every time. And when Yukito smiled, Touya knew that he was the one Yukito had been looking for to smile at.
-----
Pardon the way that I stare
There’s nothing else to compare
The sight of you makes me weak
There are no words left to speak…
And now he knew what that light was, that silent glow around Yukito that made him human but not. At first he thought that Yue was all elegant grace and silence and beauty. He couldn’t help but stare.
“Why do you keep looking at me?” Yue asked once, in that cold, slightly huffy way.
“Because… well, because you’re so…”
Yue stared at him flatly.
“Because you’re so…”
He never could adequately explain it. Yue was so much like Yukito, and yet so different. Yukito radiated a kind of pleasant, happy magic that made Touya want to smile at him. Yue’s magic made him want to stare in awe. He knew full well how special, how unique Yue was; he didn't need his lost powers to know that. He wanted very badly to understand the aloof Moon Guardian better, but Yue would rarely appear before him.
He was always at a loss for words before Yue. It was as if there was nothing to say to him, or that words failed to describe what he felt or thought about the otherworldly being. Touya often wondered why Yue showed himself at all, if he could only scorn Touya’s foolish attempts at conversation. Every time he asked Yukito, Yukito would smile and cough and avoid the question. Touya wondered if the answer was a secret just for the two of them, or if… well, if the reason really was that amusing.
He could also never quite bring himself to look the Moon Guardian in the eye. Or even, for that matter, too long at any part of Yue. It always felt like he was violating something.
“Can I… touch your wings?” he asked one night. Yue had followed him into the kitchen and was watching Touya make hot cocoa.
Yue blinked, then scowled. It was more like a half-scowl, half-pout, and Touya had to fight to not laugh. “I suppose. Just don’t pull out any feathers,” he warned, turning and releasing his wings.
Touya reached out and tentatively stroked the fine, full feathers. They were, as he’d expected, the softest thing he’d touched. They were fine and clean and perfectly formed, not a single one bent or out of place. He wondered if they were always like that naturally, or if Yue made sure that they were always nicely kept.
There was a soft sigh, and Touya realized that he was stroking the wings much as one would stroke a kitten or baby bird. As soon as he paused, though, Yue ruffled his wings and folded them back.
“They’re very… pretty,” Touya suggested nervously.
“They… work.”
And then, for the first time perhaps since Touya had offered Yue and Yukito his magic, Yue looked him directly in the eye. Touya’s mouth went dry and he fumbled for something to say. Something other than, “Oh… can I touch you? Or your hair?” Because while he honestly did want to know and remember what Yue’s hair felt like, or his skin, but that wasn’t something you said to Yue.
Then Touya blinked, and Yue was gone, and Yukito was smiling at him. Maybe he was laughing.
“Can I have some hot chocolate too?”