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Yuko sat on the couch, flipping through channels when Clow walked in and sat down on the other end of the couch. "What do you want?" she asked, not breaking her gaze from the TV. "Just visiting, my dear." Yuko nodded slowly and stopped at a channel. "What are we watching?" Clow asked her. "War of the Worlds. And what's this 'we' I hear?"
"Well I'm watching it with you. It's a horror movie, right?"
"Yeah. Go watch it at your own house."
"But I want to watch it with you."
"Whatever, just don't talk."
By the time the movie reached the scene where they step out of the cellar and see all the bloody root like things, Clow had tipped over so that he was half-sprawled out, Yuko lying on top of him, hanging onto each other as if their lives depended on it. Yuko grabbed Clow's arms and he had a strong grip around her. Every time something terrifying had happened, Yuko would bury her face into his neck and wait for him to tell her it was over.
Hours later, a customer walked in. "Oh," she said. "I guess this is a bad time." Yuko and Clow lay in the same position as they had been while watching the movie and they were dead asleep. The costumer walked out, leaving witch and magician in peace. That is…. they woke up….
I didn't think War of the Worlds was all that scary but I was watching it and I got the idea so….
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