College Life
Chapter Two
Disclaimer: No. I don't own CCS. Buuuuut.if CLAMP decides they're feeling nice, they can give it to me! (AND do something about the whole Subaru/Seishirou thing that EVERYONE is wondering about! I mean, GOSH!)
He was hot and his body was covered in sweat. His breathing was in short gasps. But, it didn't hurt. He felt wonderful, not sick or anything of the sort. The one next to him was in the same condition, but he was sure that they felt the same way he did. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, a pleasant, dreamless sleep.
Yukito awoke the next morning to the familiar scene, or becoming familiar. He laughed, then shook the one next to him. "To-ya, wake up!" He giggled lightly as the other yawned like a cat and opened his eyes. "Ohayo, To- ya."
"'Hm, 'Hayo." He said between a stretch and a yawn.
"Get dressed, then we can make everyone breakfast." He smiled and slipped out of bed, then into the shower.
When he was done bathing and dressed, Touya took a shower. When both of them were successfully ready for the day, they went downstairs to prepare breakfast. After getting breakfast ready, for the most part, they both finished filling out their applications. or rather, actually did their applications. Sakura tromped down the stairs shortly after Fujitaka, and they all ate breakfast.
"You two should mail those after we're done eating, before you forget." Sakura giggled.
"Very funny, Imoutochan."
"Yeah, I thought it was." Sakura laughed. Fujitaka and Yukito just smiled as Touya glared at her and she stuck out her tongue.
"All right, children, behave yourselves." Yukito said while laughing.
"Oh, thanks." Touya laughed lightly.
When they were done eating - a generous amount of time later - the two boys made their way to the post office. The journey was uneventful, but trips to a mail box usually are. Upon returning to the house, they were greeted with silence. The house was empty. This was, of course, to be expected. Fujitaka was at work and Sakura had left for school. Touya and Yukito had the place to themselves. They used that time wisely, of course: watching old VHS together on the couch.
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A slight trump on the front steps of the house signaled the arrival of the post man. Sakura ran to get the mail, awaiting a letter from Hong Kong. Touya merely looked up from his position on the couch, reading a book. Yukito was in the kitchen making dinner as Fujitaka was on an archeological dig and couldn't come home. And Yukito's cooking was several times better than Touya's or Sakura's, though both were at least relatively good cooks.
"Mail's here!" Sakura sing-songed as she stepped back into the house. "Letter for 'tousan, bill for 'tousan, another bill for 'tousan, *another* bill for 'tousan," Sakura sweatdropped. "a letter for me," she practically glowed. "and a letter for Yukito-san." At the last comment, Yukito did pop out of the kitchen. Wiping his slightly damp hands on a dish-rag, he walked up to Sakura to retrieve his mail. Tucking the dishrag into the rim of his pants, he opened the letter.
Eyes skimming the letter, Yukito was smiling. When he was done reading, he casually put the letter back into the envelope and headed back into the kitchen. Sakura and Touya just blinked after him. Then realized what he'd done.
"Hey!" They both yelled in unison, Sakura scurrying into the kitchen, Touya quickly getting up and following.
"What did it say?" Sakura practically glomped onto the older boy. "Tell us!" Yukito just smiled politely.
Noting the failure of his sister's tactic, Touya tried a . . . different means to the end, per se.
Slipping in behind Yukito, Touya grinned seductively and slipped his arms around his boyfriend's waist. Another note said this was working, as Yukito's body temperature had visibly gone up a few notches. Touya gently kissed the side of the smaller boy's neck, distracting him thoroughly from his right jeans pocket - the hiding place of the letter. Being the devious man that he is, Touya slowly slipped his hands downward and slowly removed the letter. Upon its retrieval, he suddenly grinned triumphantly, tossed the letter to his sister, and jumped backwards.
Yukito took less than a millisecond to process this. Then, "Hey!" He spun around to glare at his boyfriend. "You! Gimme that back!"
"I don't have it," Touya grinned and showed his hands. Yukito turned to Sakura and nearly facefaulted. Sakura had pulled the letter out of the envelope and was reading steadily, roughly half-done. Yukito crossed his arms over his chest moodily and 'hmphed'.
When she was done reading, Sakura smiled brightly and cheered, "Great job, Yukito-san! 'Niichan, Yukito-san got into his college of choice!" Sakura ran up and hugged the older boy, bouncing happily.
"Thank you, Sakura-chan," Yukito smiled over at Touya. "I would have told you two, anyway, it was just entertaining to see what you'd do."
"We know," Touya yawned for effect. "Though that was much more fun than you just telling us what it was. Entertaining on my half, too." Sakura broke off her bouncy-hug to laugh lightly.
"Mine too," She giggled.
"I'll bet," Yukito laughed lightly. Taking back the letter from Sakura, who offered it willingly, he read over it again. "I need to have my stuff in my dorm by March fifteenth, (*)" He looked at a calendar. "roughly three weeks from now. It says I'm in the C Complex of dorms. They're the nicer complex, and are more like apartments than dorms. They're for the kids that got scholarships," He grinned. "There are two bedrooms and three occupants to the dorm as a whole. Two people share the bigger bedroom, and one person gets their own smaller room. The dorms are on- campus and three stories high. There are twelve separate dorms on each floor for the C Complex and twenty per floor for the A, B, and D Complexes," he skimmed more of the letter. "This is a very informative letter."
Sakura nodded in agreement. "The first four lines are the important ones, though!" She cheered again. Touya smiled and slipped his arm around his boyfriend's waist, kissing him on the cheek. Or rather, he meant to, but knowing what the taller boy would do, Yukito turned his head and kissed the dark boy on the mouth. This being a perfectly fine substitute for the cheek, Touya had no complaints.
"Oh, geez. Here we go again," Sakura rolled her eyes expressively and laughed. "I'll leave you two alone," she said with a large wink. The two boys hadn't noticed, as their primary attentions were . . . elsewhere.
About an hour later, all three were sitting at the dinner table eating Yukito's cooking. Good cooking, too, one might add.
"So, now we're just waiting for 'Niichan's letter, right?" Sakura asked around a mouthful of rice.
"Yes," Touya nodded. "I just hope I got accepted. It'd be rather embarrassing if I wasn't."
"You're just as smart as me, have just as much of a scholarship fund, and just as many qualifications. I'm sure you did," Yukito smiled sweetly at the other boy.
"Aa, you're right . . ." Touya finished off his meal and stretched his arms out over his head, yawning. "I'm really tired. I think I'm going to go to bed now. It's Sakura's turn to do the dishes, anyway."
"All right, Oyasumi, To-ya," Yukito grabbed Touya's shirt front as he walked by and kissed him lightly. "I'll be up in a bit, just go to sleep."
Touya nodded, yawning again, and trotted off to go to bed. Yukito and Sakura finished off their meals, chatting amiably about college and what it would be like. Sakura made Yukito promised to let her meet his dorm-mates, which brought new thoughts into the boy's head: who were his dorm-mates going to be? He didn't know. He hoped they'd be nice. Before dinner started, they'd agreed to all take his stuff up to the dorms that weekend. That way he wouldn't have to worry about it. Yukito assumed that his dorm- mates had gotten their letters about the same time as he had, thus they'd be around at least relatively soon.
Touya and Yukito had also agreed that if Touya hadn't gotten his letter by Saturday - the day they were going to go up to the college - Yukito would just stick around at Sakura's until he did, living off a duffel bag. It's safe to assume that the two had a separation complex. Being as it was Monday, and only a little over a month before the new term started - the two boys had graduated their last year of high school early, and Sakura would be on Spring Break in a couple days - he was bound to get it pretty soon. If not this week, next week. Yukito shrugged it off and helped Sakura clean off the table. Being the kind-hearted person he was, and feeling like he should do something, as he was living in someone else's house, he helped Sakura do the dishes by drying them and putting them away.
Yukito was also decidedly tired, and both he and Sakura were in bed by ten o'clock.
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Having only one day left of term, Sakura was very chipper - more than usual. When she came home from school, she skipped inside the house. When the mail came fifteen minutes later, she skipped to greet the postman. She went through the mail with her normal, loud personality.
"One letter for 'Tousan, one letter for me," she grinned even bigger. "a bill for 'Tousan, and a letter for 'Niichan!" Sakura skipped over to the mail box - a small wooden box on one of the entrance tables where they put the mail for Fujitaka if he wasn't there when it arrived - and placed her father's two letters in it. She then proceeded to skip over to her brother, dropping the letter in his lap. She opened her own letter happily, sitting on one of the armchairs in the living room.
Yukito, who was lying in Touya's lap, reading, propped himself up by placing an arm on the opposite side of Touya's legs from where he was lying and rested his side against Touya's hip. The darker boy had no objections to this and opened the letter. The two read it together as Sakura hummed happily, reading her own letter. Sakura finished her letter first as it was shorter and looked expectantly over at her brother and his best friend. They were both smiling. Sakura smiled. The vibe in the room was deafeningly happy.
"Well?" Sakura asked as Touya slipped the letter back into the envelope and smiled victoriously.
"I got it," Touya stated nonchalantly.
"Like we all knew you would," Yukito sat up - completely sitting in Touya's lap - and kissed the taller boy. When they were done - a good thirty seconds later - Sakura butted in.
"So what kind of dorm do you have? A nice one or a crappy one?" She asked.
Touya raised an eyebrow at Sakura's wording choice, deciding that the she had been spending far too much time with Kero-chan, and replied informatively. "I just have a regular dorm. Two people, A Complex. I'm on the fourth floor, which is all boy's dorms. There are fifteen dorms on the hall, so I can assume it's at least a relatively nice dorm. I have to be moved in by the tenth," he laughed a little. "They give me the letter later and I have to be moved in sooner. Priorities, I suppose."
"So we'll both just move our things in on Saturday. And of course Sakura- chan is going to help, right?" Yukito smiled at the young girl.
"As long as we can go pick up Syaoran-kun at the airport first," she was grinning out her ears. "His flight gets in at eight in the morning. That'd give us enough time to go get him, come back here, drop his stuff off, get you guys' stuff, and go over to the dorm complex. Tomoyo-chan would probably come with too. Me and Tomoyo can watch the car and the stuff while you boys bring it up to the rooms. Ne?" Touya and Yukito looked at each other and sighed in unison.
"Of course, Sakura. We didn't expect Daidouji-san not to come. She always comes along. Picking the brat up from the airport is fine, too," Touya smiled as his sister ruffled a bit, then let it pass as she noticed he was smiling.
"Good! Then I'll go tell Kero-chan. He's munching on the brownies you two made yesterday," Sakura stuck out her tongue at her now-glaring brother and ran up the stairs to inform the Sun Guardian what was going to happen on Saturday. Yukito suddenly blinked a couple times.
"I hadn't thought about that," he wrinkled his eyelids together for a minute, then turned to face Touya. "What happens if Sakura needs Yue?" Touya looked thoughtful for a moment before replying.
"I suppose she'll have to summon him then. That might be awfully strange during a class or such." I don't suppose there's much we can do about it now, though. We'll worry about it when the time comes."
Touya's answer seemed to soothe Yukito quite a bit and he wrapped his arms around the bigger boy's neck, pressing his face into one of his shoulders. "All right," he murmured softly. Touya wrapped his arms around the smaller boy's back and smiled lightly.
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Okey doke, folks. Hey, I'm the crazy authoress. *achem* If you didn't notice, my writing style changes somewhat drastically between this chapter and its predecessor. Dunno why that is. *shrugs* Maybe it's the Good Charlotte in the background. Uhm, what can I say . . . well, I'm sorry this chapter took so long to come out. I can't guarantee that won't happen again. Though, as I'm on such a streak right now (I wrote the beginning of this chapter back when I wrote the first chapter, back in . . . I wanna say January, and rewrote part of it and wrote the rest in August . . . eh-heh) I think I'm gonna write chapter three. So you can assume I have it done. ^.~
(*) Uhm, I have no idea if college in Japan is like high school and everything else. I'm gonna assume it is. If you could tell me either way, it'd be much appreciated. I'll use that info. for the next time I write a college-type fic. Just stick it in your review.
Chapter Two
Disclaimer: No. I don't own CCS. Buuuuut.if CLAMP decides they're feeling nice, they can give it to me! (AND do something about the whole Subaru/Seishirou thing that EVERYONE is wondering about! I mean, GOSH!)
He was hot and his body was covered in sweat. His breathing was in short gasps. But, it didn't hurt. He felt wonderful, not sick or anything of the sort. The one next to him was in the same condition, but he was sure that they felt the same way he did. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, a pleasant, dreamless sleep.
Yukito awoke the next morning to the familiar scene, or becoming familiar. He laughed, then shook the one next to him. "To-ya, wake up!" He giggled lightly as the other yawned like a cat and opened his eyes. "Ohayo, To- ya."
"'Hm, 'Hayo." He said between a stretch and a yawn.
"Get dressed, then we can make everyone breakfast." He smiled and slipped out of bed, then into the shower.
When he was done bathing and dressed, Touya took a shower. When both of them were successfully ready for the day, they went downstairs to prepare breakfast. After getting breakfast ready, for the most part, they both finished filling out their applications. or rather, actually did their applications. Sakura tromped down the stairs shortly after Fujitaka, and they all ate breakfast.
"You two should mail those after we're done eating, before you forget." Sakura giggled.
"Very funny, Imoutochan."
"Yeah, I thought it was." Sakura laughed. Fujitaka and Yukito just smiled as Touya glared at her and she stuck out her tongue.
"All right, children, behave yourselves." Yukito said while laughing.
"Oh, thanks." Touya laughed lightly.
When they were done eating - a generous amount of time later - the two boys made their way to the post office. The journey was uneventful, but trips to a mail box usually are. Upon returning to the house, they were greeted with silence. The house was empty. This was, of course, to be expected. Fujitaka was at work and Sakura had left for school. Touya and Yukito had the place to themselves. They used that time wisely, of course: watching old VHS together on the couch.
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A slight trump on the front steps of the house signaled the arrival of the post man. Sakura ran to get the mail, awaiting a letter from Hong Kong. Touya merely looked up from his position on the couch, reading a book. Yukito was in the kitchen making dinner as Fujitaka was on an archeological dig and couldn't come home. And Yukito's cooking was several times better than Touya's or Sakura's, though both were at least relatively good cooks.
"Mail's here!" Sakura sing-songed as she stepped back into the house. "Letter for 'tousan, bill for 'tousan, another bill for 'tousan, *another* bill for 'tousan," Sakura sweatdropped. "a letter for me," she practically glowed. "and a letter for Yukito-san." At the last comment, Yukito did pop out of the kitchen. Wiping his slightly damp hands on a dish-rag, he walked up to Sakura to retrieve his mail. Tucking the dishrag into the rim of his pants, he opened the letter.
Eyes skimming the letter, Yukito was smiling. When he was done reading, he casually put the letter back into the envelope and headed back into the kitchen. Sakura and Touya just blinked after him. Then realized what he'd done.
"Hey!" They both yelled in unison, Sakura scurrying into the kitchen, Touya quickly getting up and following.
"What did it say?" Sakura practically glomped onto the older boy. "Tell us!" Yukito just smiled politely.
Noting the failure of his sister's tactic, Touya tried a . . . different means to the end, per se.
Slipping in behind Yukito, Touya grinned seductively and slipped his arms around his boyfriend's waist. Another note said this was working, as Yukito's body temperature had visibly gone up a few notches. Touya gently kissed the side of the smaller boy's neck, distracting him thoroughly from his right jeans pocket - the hiding place of the letter. Being the devious man that he is, Touya slowly slipped his hands downward and slowly removed the letter. Upon its retrieval, he suddenly grinned triumphantly, tossed the letter to his sister, and jumped backwards.
Yukito took less than a millisecond to process this. Then, "Hey!" He spun around to glare at his boyfriend. "You! Gimme that back!"
"I don't have it," Touya grinned and showed his hands. Yukito turned to Sakura and nearly facefaulted. Sakura had pulled the letter out of the envelope and was reading steadily, roughly half-done. Yukito crossed his arms over his chest moodily and 'hmphed'.
When she was done reading, Sakura smiled brightly and cheered, "Great job, Yukito-san! 'Niichan, Yukito-san got into his college of choice!" Sakura ran up and hugged the older boy, bouncing happily.
"Thank you, Sakura-chan," Yukito smiled over at Touya. "I would have told you two, anyway, it was just entertaining to see what you'd do."
"We know," Touya yawned for effect. "Though that was much more fun than you just telling us what it was. Entertaining on my half, too." Sakura broke off her bouncy-hug to laugh lightly.
"Mine too," She giggled.
"I'll bet," Yukito laughed lightly. Taking back the letter from Sakura, who offered it willingly, he read over it again. "I need to have my stuff in my dorm by March fifteenth, (*)" He looked at a calendar. "roughly three weeks from now. It says I'm in the C Complex of dorms. They're the nicer complex, and are more like apartments than dorms. They're for the kids that got scholarships," He grinned. "There are two bedrooms and three occupants to the dorm as a whole. Two people share the bigger bedroom, and one person gets their own smaller room. The dorms are on- campus and three stories high. There are twelve separate dorms on each floor for the C Complex and twenty per floor for the A, B, and D Complexes," he skimmed more of the letter. "This is a very informative letter."
Sakura nodded in agreement. "The first four lines are the important ones, though!" She cheered again. Touya smiled and slipped his arm around his boyfriend's waist, kissing him on the cheek. Or rather, he meant to, but knowing what the taller boy would do, Yukito turned his head and kissed the dark boy on the mouth. This being a perfectly fine substitute for the cheek, Touya had no complaints.
"Oh, geez. Here we go again," Sakura rolled her eyes expressively and laughed. "I'll leave you two alone," she said with a large wink. The two boys hadn't noticed, as their primary attentions were . . . elsewhere.
About an hour later, all three were sitting at the dinner table eating Yukito's cooking. Good cooking, too, one might add.
"So, now we're just waiting for 'Niichan's letter, right?" Sakura asked around a mouthful of rice.
"Yes," Touya nodded. "I just hope I got accepted. It'd be rather embarrassing if I wasn't."
"You're just as smart as me, have just as much of a scholarship fund, and just as many qualifications. I'm sure you did," Yukito smiled sweetly at the other boy.
"Aa, you're right . . ." Touya finished off his meal and stretched his arms out over his head, yawning. "I'm really tired. I think I'm going to go to bed now. It's Sakura's turn to do the dishes, anyway."
"All right, Oyasumi, To-ya," Yukito grabbed Touya's shirt front as he walked by and kissed him lightly. "I'll be up in a bit, just go to sleep."
Touya nodded, yawning again, and trotted off to go to bed. Yukito and Sakura finished off their meals, chatting amiably about college and what it would be like. Sakura made Yukito promised to let her meet his dorm-mates, which brought new thoughts into the boy's head: who were his dorm-mates going to be? He didn't know. He hoped they'd be nice. Before dinner started, they'd agreed to all take his stuff up to the dorms that weekend. That way he wouldn't have to worry about it. Yukito assumed that his dorm- mates had gotten their letters about the same time as he had, thus they'd be around at least relatively soon.
Touya and Yukito had also agreed that if Touya hadn't gotten his letter by Saturday - the day they were going to go up to the college - Yukito would just stick around at Sakura's until he did, living off a duffel bag. It's safe to assume that the two had a separation complex. Being as it was Monday, and only a little over a month before the new term started - the two boys had graduated their last year of high school early, and Sakura would be on Spring Break in a couple days - he was bound to get it pretty soon. If not this week, next week. Yukito shrugged it off and helped Sakura clean off the table. Being the kind-hearted person he was, and feeling like he should do something, as he was living in someone else's house, he helped Sakura do the dishes by drying them and putting them away.
Yukito was also decidedly tired, and both he and Sakura were in bed by ten o'clock.
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Having only one day left of term, Sakura was very chipper - more than usual. When she came home from school, she skipped inside the house. When the mail came fifteen minutes later, she skipped to greet the postman. She went through the mail with her normal, loud personality.
"One letter for 'Tousan, one letter for me," she grinned even bigger. "a bill for 'Tousan, and a letter for 'Niichan!" Sakura skipped over to the mail box - a small wooden box on one of the entrance tables where they put the mail for Fujitaka if he wasn't there when it arrived - and placed her father's two letters in it. She then proceeded to skip over to her brother, dropping the letter in his lap. She opened her own letter happily, sitting on one of the armchairs in the living room.
Yukito, who was lying in Touya's lap, reading, propped himself up by placing an arm on the opposite side of Touya's legs from where he was lying and rested his side against Touya's hip. The darker boy had no objections to this and opened the letter. The two read it together as Sakura hummed happily, reading her own letter. Sakura finished her letter first as it was shorter and looked expectantly over at her brother and his best friend. They were both smiling. Sakura smiled. The vibe in the room was deafeningly happy.
"Well?" Sakura asked as Touya slipped the letter back into the envelope and smiled victoriously.
"I got it," Touya stated nonchalantly.
"Like we all knew you would," Yukito sat up - completely sitting in Touya's lap - and kissed the taller boy. When they were done - a good thirty seconds later - Sakura butted in.
"So what kind of dorm do you have? A nice one or a crappy one?" She asked.
Touya raised an eyebrow at Sakura's wording choice, deciding that the she had been spending far too much time with Kero-chan, and replied informatively. "I just have a regular dorm. Two people, A Complex. I'm on the fourth floor, which is all boy's dorms. There are fifteen dorms on the hall, so I can assume it's at least a relatively nice dorm. I have to be moved in by the tenth," he laughed a little. "They give me the letter later and I have to be moved in sooner. Priorities, I suppose."
"So we'll both just move our things in on Saturday. And of course Sakura- chan is going to help, right?" Yukito smiled at the young girl.
"As long as we can go pick up Syaoran-kun at the airport first," she was grinning out her ears. "His flight gets in at eight in the morning. That'd give us enough time to go get him, come back here, drop his stuff off, get you guys' stuff, and go over to the dorm complex. Tomoyo-chan would probably come with too. Me and Tomoyo can watch the car and the stuff while you boys bring it up to the rooms. Ne?" Touya and Yukito looked at each other and sighed in unison.
"Of course, Sakura. We didn't expect Daidouji-san not to come. She always comes along. Picking the brat up from the airport is fine, too," Touya smiled as his sister ruffled a bit, then let it pass as she noticed he was smiling.
"Good! Then I'll go tell Kero-chan. He's munching on the brownies you two made yesterday," Sakura stuck out her tongue at her now-glaring brother and ran up the stairs to inform the Sun Guardian what was going to happen on Saturday. Yukito suddenly blinked a couple times.
"I hadn't thought about that," he wrinkled his eyelids together for a minute, then turned to face Touya. "What happens if Sakura needs Yue?" Touya looked thoughtful for a moment before replying.
"I suppose she'll have to summon him then. That might be awfully strange during a class or such." I don't suppose there's much we can do about it now, though. We'll worry about it when the time comes."
Touya's answer seemed to soothe Yukito quite a bit and he wrapped his arms around the bigger boy's neck, pressing his face into one of his shoulders. "All right," he murmured softly. Touya wrapped his arms around the smaller boy's back and smiled lightly.
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Okey doke, folks. Hey, I'm the crazy authoress. *achem* If you didn't notice, my writing style changes somewhat drastically between this chapter and its predecessor. Dunno why that is. *shrugs* Maybe it's the Good Charlotte in the background. Uhm, what can I say . . . well, I'm sorry this chapter took so long to come out. I can't guarantee that won't happen again. Though, as I'm on such a streak right now (I wrote the beginning of this chapter back when I wrote the first chapter, back in . . . I wanna say January, and rewrote part of it and wrote the rest in August . . . eh-heh) I think I'm gonna write chapter three. So you can assume I have it done. ^.~
(*) Uhm, I have no idea if college in Japan is like high school and everything else. I'm gonna assume it is. If you could tell me either way, it'd be much appreciated. I'll use that info. for the next time I write a college-type fic. Just stick it in your review.
