Title: Their daily lives
Author: Nekocin
Fandom: Card Captor Sakura
Pairing/Characters: eventual Touya+Yukito
Rating: PG
Type: Post-CCS, series of drabbles and one shots
Warnings: possible OoC
Additional notes: shounen ai bordering to yaoi, for 30smiles livejournal community
Disclaimer: series doesn't belong to me

#9 Floral scent; musk; citric scent & #3 No promises

The first time Yukito shad spent the night over, he had unintentionally fallen asleep on top of the study table while he and Touya were reviewing for a test. He had apologized the next day upon finding out that Touya had given up his bed for him, and promised not to fall asleep again.

How embarrassing!

Touya had only shrugged it off, not really angry or annoyed after having spent the night tossing and turning on the extra futon Kinomoto-san had given him.

It was okay. No problem at all.

The second time Yukito had spent the night over was when Touya insisted it was very late for him to be wandering back home, so why not sleep over. It wasn't like he wanted to intrude in Kinomoto's house, but Touya could be very persistent when he wanted to be. Touya let him have the bed. After many attempts of refusing the offer, Yukito finally gave in. He was just too stubborn for his own good.

The thought of sleeping on a guy's bed--on Touya's bed unsettled him to the point that he couldn't sleep a wink that night. He was only staring round the dark room, listening to the alarm clock ticking above his head. But when he couldn't fight his eyes from closing on their own, he sank deeper within the comforts of Touya's bed.

The last thing he could remember was the strange alluring scent on Touya's guilts and pillows. They made him think of flowers mixed together in a little pot of sugar... for some reason. Why Touya would use such a soap or shampoo was beyond him.

He had thanked Touya for his hospitality and promised not to steal his bed again in the near future.

Though looking back to those days, Yukito had lost count the many times he had broken that same promise. With an embarrassed smile on his face he apologized for his intrusion to To-ya again.

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#4 Cold body & #14 What did you say?

"You don't need to do that," Touya pointed out.

He blinked his eyes. " What?"

"You don't need to apologize every time you sleep in my bed,"

"But--it's yours," Unsure, he tucked on the guilts.

"You are family now. You don't have to say sorry,"

"I know but still-,"

"... fine," Touya sighed in exasperation. "Scoot over,"

Yukito blinked again. "E-excuse me?"

"I said move over there,"

"Oh," Without another word, Yukito scooted over to the wall. He felt a fleeting touch of Touya's foot and immediately felt goosebumps racing down his body.

"Dammit. It's colder than I'd thought," Touya muttered, flopping over on one side of the bed with his back facing Yukito.

Yukito couldn't suppress that tingling pull on his lips and smiled.

"Good night, To-ya," he whispered, crawling under the thick blankets.

"'night,"

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#20 Crows; Nightingales

As long as Yukito could remember To-ya had always been the center of attention at school. His friend was tall (taller than most guys in school), lean (enough to show off his soccer skills) and handsome (enough to make the girls in school sigh aloud). To-ya was practically good in everything. So when he discovered new things about To-ya, he was hardly surprised. Life was just good.

Then, one of the lead violinists got his wrist injured a few days before a school festival. The music teacher had nominated To-ya to be the replacement.

"I'm sure you'll do great," Yukito said with his usual encouraging smile on his face.

"che, this whole deal is troublesome," To-ya tugged on his neck tie.

"Don't worry too much,"

"Who says I am?"

"Your shoulder are so uptight,"

"It's because this suit is too small!"

Yukito laughed. Without hesitating, he stopped To-ya's hands from tugging the tie some more and fixed the bow before letting his hands smooth over To-ya's tensed shoulders.

"There. Everything is set," he said, again with the same smile as he looked up through his glasses. To-ya looked back. He nodded his thanks and strolled up to the stage with his violin in one hand and the other the violin bow. The girls in the audience went wild, screaming his name "Kinomoto-kun!"

Yukito watched on as To-ya stood in position, tucking the violin under his chin and preparing himself for the prelude. And he knew it. He had seduced everyone to tears in the end.

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#26 Fairy tales; beautiful dreamer; mermaid/merman

The drama club screamed out his name. Rather annoyed, he turned his face to the window. The class representative wrote down the last votes under the name Cinderella. The annual school fair was nearing and the homeroom teacher had suggested that one part of the class prepared a Classic play and the other part the restaurant. Most of his classmates had readily agreed on Cinderella since the fairy tale was most known among them. For some unknown reason one crazy suggestion about giving away roles to opposite genders had sent the class squeeling in excitement.

Now, everyone seemed to agree that he, Kinomoto Touya, would make a beautiful princess in a pink dress wearing earring clips and fake long blonde hair (curls) dangling over his shoulder. And oh, because he had such dainty little feet no one could ever rival.

His world was officially over.

Yuki patted his shoulder in sympathy but Touya was sure the idiot was smiling in his expense.

"Who's going to play the fairy godmother?"

A few murmured shouts and chaotic hand waving before most of the class agreed to put Yuki in that role. Touya glared at his friend's back when Yuki suggested something about fairy godfather, mackerel and something food-related. The guy got away without having to wear a dress and high heels.

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#5 Screw the red roses; send me the thorns & #13 Puppet strings; hair ribbons

"Ooh, wouldn't it be nice if the dress has lots of frills and ribbons? Kinomoto-kun would look pretty-," one of the girls from the costume group suggested to him. He was staring down to her without blinking. She shivered. "-or maybe not,"

"Do whatever you want," he said before disregarding her in favor of manouvering his way to his seat.

"Kinomoto-kun! I can lend you my earrings. They're perfect, don't you think so too?" one of the girls in class held up a pair of pink pearl ear clips. He stared at those horrible dangling things.

"--it doesn't really matter," he decided at last.

She took it as an approval and skipped back to her group of friends to squeel about her success.

"Kill me now," he muttered.

Yuki had turned his attention to him and chuckled. "You still need to have a ragged dress and a ball dress. Besides that, some long pink and red ribbons will do most of the trick if you don't want the fake hair on your head. A rose or two entwined with the ribbons would make your hair look prettier. If you want, I can grab a few from my garden and-,"

"Shut up, Yuki," Touya rubbed his temples, ignoring Yuki's amused smile, and cross his arms defensively over his chest. "Give me the thorns instead and let me bleed to death,"

"Ara, that's kind of harsh, To-ya,"

"Whatever,"

"Kinomoto-kun! What is your shoe size? Yesterday I found a wonderful shop that sell these gorgeous pairs of glassed slippers. I thought about buying them for you and-," the girl prattled on and on about how the pair looked and how cute the slippers were.

Yuki patted his knee under the table in fake sympathy, obviously enjoying himself at Touya's expense.

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#16 Endless

"Oh my god, I heard that the prince is going to choose his bride at the ball,"

"I hope he chooses me,"

"No, I hope he chooses me,"

"Me!"

"ME!"

"MEEEE!"

There was a long silence after the fake squabble between the guys playing the step-ahem-sisters.

"Kinomoto-kun, it's your cue," the director of the group whispered.

"..." Touya stared down to his script. "Ah, I want to go to the ball too,"

Everyone stared at him. That sucked big time.

Yukito suppressed his laughter behind his script though it didn't hide much. His shaking shoulders were enough to prove he was enjoying their play practises even though they weren't making any progress with To-ya's rather monotonuous acting.

"Let's start over again!" someone from the cast suggested. The others groaned.

"We've done this scene so many times and it's still not right,"

"Well, what do you suggest? We can all start doing a silly dance in the middle,"

"No way!" The actors around him started arguing with each other over his head.

Touya leaned back, still glaring at his script. Really, why the heck do these pople want to hear him sob and beg that much? It will take a looong time before anyone can convince him to act like a damsel in distress.

"The script had done nothing to you, so stop glaring at it,"

"It's your fault. You voted for me to play this part, didn't you?"

Yukito couldn't stop laughing after that.

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#27 Pride; High and Mighty & #1 Bull's eye

Although the play didn't end the way his class had planned, "Cinderella" was still a success. The sales of pictures from the play shot right up above all the other activities at the school fair. Thanks to the Photograph club. It seemed like all the girls in his school had bought at least one collection of Touya-Cinderella pictures. It became a trend to find his admirers paste Touya's pictures in their school diaries, writing hearts and all sort of girly words next to his face. After the incident with Yuuko, the school, especially the girls, had fallen in love with him all over again. Not that they weren't already, really.

Sometimes Yukito wondered if Touya ever felt uncomfortable under all the attention. He would lookup at his taller friend from under his eyelashes to gauge his expressions. Touya was always walking with his chin up, ignoring the fact that everyone's eyes were following him with silent adoration.

"Is there something on my face?"

"No," Yukito couldn't help but smile when Touya caught him staring.

"Anything interesting then?"

"Yeah--your nose,"

Touya touched the tip of his nose. "I never knew you find it so attractive,"

"Now you do,"

To be continued

TheNekoTalks:

This is written for 30smiles. I apologize for the vagueness of some of the themes.

Thank you for reading!

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Edit: Sorry some typos and misspellings.