Disclaimer: The characters within this story all belong to CLAMP.
Warnings: Shonen-ai.
Summary: Yuko explains to Investigator Shizuka that the Prince Kimihiro is his life partner. Follow up to Investigations Dep't.
Completed: February 4, 2010
AN: Yesterday's. Does anyone know the name of Yuko's fortune teller friend? O.o

Try
by: Kagome-reincarnation

"So?" she asked teasingly, Mokona quite happily mimicking her expression from her shoulder.

Shizuka shrugged. "He wasn't that special," he explained, his eyes falling on the door from which the prince had left so abruptly. "Maybe a bit too loud, though."

Yuko chuckled evilly. "Of course, Lord Shizuka," she said, her eyes dancing. "That poor thing must be so frustrated right now." This, she directed towards her little friend.

Mokona nodded sagely. "Yep! His life partner just treated him like a normal person, after all!"

"I know, right?" the two sang out. The young lord, however, was still caught on what Mokona had said.

"Life partner?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course," Yuko nodded, her demeanor becoming a bit more serious – but only by a bit.

The lord said nothing for a moment, but finally sighed, running a hand through his already short hair. Tension came off of him in waves as he glowered at the papers before him. Yuko and Mokona combined their strengths and simply stared for several long moments, humming slightly to a rather unintelligible tune.

In a game of patience, Shizuka usually won. With Yuko, however, he'd long since learned that her persistence far outran his patience. "Explain," he said begrudgingly, looking up from his papers.

Yuko grinned happily. "Well, then… You know my friend, the old fortune teller, right?"

Shizuka only nodded.

"She mentioned to me that Prince Kimihiro would be meeting his life partner today," Yuko drawled out. "And that his partner would be of the male persuasion. An infuriating fellow by the name of Shizuka Doumeki."

At this, Doumeki scowled. "Impossible. Even I know that fortune telling cannot predict names. They're far too wavering and changeable."

The woman smirked at him, pleased. "I know," she said, before pausing. "But this particular prediction came with a rather familiar mark." As she spoke, she tapped the heading on the papers he'd been looking at. Headings that bore the crest of the Doumeki family.

Doumeki scowled, glaring at her. He immediately shuffled his papers together and set them to the side. "I really hate you, sometimes," he muttered, easing his chair back as he got to his feet. Now that he knew who his own life partner was to be, he was more than intent on attaining him. His past, after all, disallowed anything less.

And he hadn't been entirely honest with his worker.

He'd enjoyed seeing the other man flush brightly as his arms had flailed about in obvious distress. In fact, he'd rather helped that distress along, observing as the cheeks had become more and more red, the blush easily spreading the man's ears and neck, and, he thought, probably his chest, too.

Of course, when the prince had left, he'd allowed a single lingering glance on the man's rear as he'd left – a delectable rear – but had immediately schooled his features back to his usual, stern expression. It wouldn't do, after all, to let Yuko to go about spreading rumors or anything of the sort.

And it didn't help that Kimihiro Watanuki was a prince – far above the station of a lord… And they were both male. Shizuka was well aware that such a relationship would be hard to push for and harder still to maintain because of their positions and genders. The prince, after all, was expected to have heirs, and a relationship with another male couldn't bring forth the miracle of childbirth.

"Where are his offices?"

But that didn't mean he wasn't going to try.