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"What's this?" the witch asked Clow who was on her doorstep. "Blackberries," he replied simply. "I can see that. I mean why?" Yuko asked. "Well I dropped by unexpectedly so I figured I'd bring something for you."
"I love blackberries," she said stupidly. Blackberries were her greatest (okay maybe not) weakness. "I know that. That's why I brought them, Yuko dear," Clow told her, stepping in the shop.
That day, they sat outside for a few hours, drinking and eating blackberries. My now, Yuko was drunk as a stump and Clow decided to test just how drunk. "Why do you love blackberries so much?" he asked. "Because they remind me of you. Sweet but with a sharp tang. Bittersweet. And…. you taste like blackberries. I love that taste.
"Really?" he asked sadistically, happy with the reply. "Yeah. I love you, you know that? I always have."
"Yeah? I love you. You never seemed to notice though."
"Heh. Being serious means losing our current relationship. I would…. hate that. We've built something up to the point where being always friendly would make me want to kill myself."
"Ah. I suppose that's true, now that you mention it." Clow picked up a blackberry absentmindedly and popped it into his mouth. Swallowing, he leaned over to Yuko and kissed her softly and sweetly. "Tastes just like blackberries."