The power of a name
Author's notes: This story was written with a platonic relationship in mind. If you see it as a romantic one, well, I guess it's doable, too.
DISCLAIMER: Hey. Let's make a copy-and-paste thing here. Okay, so, CLAMP and its works are not mine. They belong to, uh, CLAMP. WISH, Holic, Tokyo Babylon, X, Tsubasa, RG Veda, Kobato, Cardcaptor Sakura, Drug & Drop, Chobits, and every other story I have not mentioned here but that I might use are not mine, but CLAMP's. Also, the characters are also CLAMP's property. What I do own is this series of drabbles I've been writing from different CLAMP works, that are not really related. I have no monetary interest with any of this, of course, but, now, if you'd like to leave me comments, I'd be incredibly happy… (Sorry, sorry. Thought it was a good opening)
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It might be slightly embarrassing for anyone else — for any normal else — to admit, but what attracted me the most about you was the fact you called me by name.
Simple like that. My name.
How long had it been since I last heard my name? Names have powers, we with knowledge know; names offer access to our souls. There is no reason to offer one's name to just about anyone — even so, you'd expect at least my mother to call me by name, I'd guess. Yet, the only person to call me Kohane, no questions asked, no shyness or attempt to be "respectful" by using my family's name, was you, Kimihiro.
Kimihiro.
I never believed in this moment, the moment I'd have someone calling me by name, someone offering me their own name, knowing the weight on the gesture; yet, here I was. With a warm stomach from your food, with a warm heart from your affection, and a warm face from smiling so much, all because of you. Because of your voice, of your smiles, of your manners — so honest and spontaneous. Because you offered me care, when everyone else expected me to care for myself. Because you gave me friends, when I was so used to being on my own.
Because you saw me by me, Kohane, the girl, not the medium, not the person on TV, not… not the mask everyone saw. Not the opportunity. Not a freak, a stranger, a mess of nature. You saw me like a human being, like a soul, like a person, and I could never, ever thank you enough for it.
Our meetings weren't fated; our meetings were wished. Just like there was power in a name, there was also power in a wish, as Yuuko-san must have taught you by now: and I, more than anything else, wished to meet you again, to feel the warmth that grew in my chest and be allowed to laugh, free and unafraid. You, Kimihiro, were my wish, for the simple fact that you were my freedom; you were affection, fondness, care, warmth, love, and, above anything else, you were family. You were a shared soul, and a dear soul, and my soul, and I knew to be grateful for every honor that is given to me.
There was power in a name, there is power in a wish, and, above all else, there is power in feelings — and you, Kimihiro, had that and much more in yourself.
