april kisses

hopeless romantic

by: samthegreat

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Clow had always called her a hopeless romantic. She never agreed. Yuuko had always imagined herself more as an agent of hitsuzen, helping people find each other and their destinies across the vast and extensive cosmos. And if she could have a little fun and live vicariously through those she helped, why not? But his lips always turned into a fleeting smile when he said those words. Eventually, she didn't mind it so much.

However, Yuuko decided she would have to be careful not to use the title of hopeless romantic around her new charge. He was suspicious and, as she would later tell him, he did not bow to fate graciously. He was also lonely, and the topic of romance would throw up far too many red flags for him to get to trust her. Honestly, she had only the intention of doing her job and fulfilling his wish…witnessing such a delicious and stubborn relationship bloom between the two boys would only be an added plus and a free source of entertainment.

But, may, how the shorter one protested any involvement with the taller. She knew that Watanuki was by no means a stupid kid. He had to have seen the useful applications that would present themselves by having a full fledged exorcist as his friend. But Watanuki lived in his own little world of denial. She couldn't blame him. His power to see spirits was his cross to bear alone. He was not used to talking about it so casually, let alone allowing someone else into his problem.

Yuuko was almost afraid that he would ruin the whole thing and not make his wish. Actually, he never said "I wish I couldn't see spirits anymore," but it was close enough and the boy seemed fickle and stubborn. She couldn't allow him to leave the shop with out establishing that contract between the two of them. Too much would have been ruined had she allowed that to happen. Plus, she could really use a cute little servant to wait on her hand and foot.

Gradually, however, she was able to lore him in. With every strange happening, (the twins, the ame warashi, the pipe fox spirit) she was able to pull him into her eccentric little world of uncanny occurrences and supernatural events. And, eventually, she knew he was beginning to trust her. She could peer through those twin lenses and into his blue eyes and see that deep down inside he was a child who desperately wanted to be guided by the hand to his final destination. Watanuki was a person who fought fate as if he could win, but honestly wanted to lose and give into the hopelessness and isolation he was so certain was waiting for him.

But she could change that. She could be that person that guided the weeping child out of the dark and whisper confidently with a smile, "See, it's not so bad." She knew that it was her hitsuzen to be that person to stand along side the fighting boy and assure him that losing wouldn't be the end of the world. She would tell him that hitsuzen was not a lifetime of loneliness and fright. For Watanuki, hitsuzen was a tall archer with a straight face and eyes that could lock onto the lighter ones of the shorter boy. For Watanuki, hitsuzen was Doumeki.

"Why? Why must I always be joined with that damned annoying Doumeki?"

Yuuko smiled fondly as she remembered the numerous and constant rants of her bespectacled little charge. Gingerly she touched the Polaroids she held in her lap. She looked at Mokona fondly and remembered what Clow had called her all those years back. As she looked at the image on the pictures and saw the forms of Watanuki and Doumeki finally joined in their first kiss, she secretly congratulated her self and her darling black Mokona. The little thing fiddled with the camera Yuuko had given it. "You know," Yuuko sighed blissfully as she picked up the cute creature and snuggled happily with it, "You're rather good with a camera, my little agent of hitsuzen!"

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