This one-shot is presented to all CCS fans, especially those who love Touya and Yukito. This is pure fluff. I'm tryiiiiiinnng to make it R-18 for later parts XD. But, maybe I'd just upload that as another chappie so you poor kiddos won't be "O.o" or suffer from fatal nosebleeds. Yup. Can't have that. The author is poor so this is only what she could afford to give… hope you all enjoy it!
Oh Yeah… Try to guess who's lonely this Christmas.
Lonely Christmas
By Turin
Yukito tried not to be too excited, but he can't help it. Tonight's their first Christmas as a couple, so it must be extra special. He's been cleaning and cooking for three days non-stop now. The house sparkled with Christmas lights, and a tree was bedecked in faux-fur and crystals. A single star hung on top of the ever-green.
A smile graced Yukito's lips as he swept some more.
First, Christmas Eve Dinner with To-ya's family. He glanced at the gifts he wrapped early that day… a cute doll for Sakura, a tie and wallet for Kinomoto-san, and chocolates for Kero…
Noisy annoying Kero… a voice whispered in his head. Yukito chuckled at Yue's immaturity when it came to the flying lion..
No, I'm not immature, he is… and Yue disappeared once more from Yukito's mind, giving him back his privacy.
Yukito checked to make sure that Yue wasn't 'eavesdropping' anymore. There was no sign of the angel anywhere. It was kind'a freaky to discover that he was not alone in his body, but what's more difficult to accept was that he didn't even know who was.
Not that he was anybody to begin with.
The hardest part to accept was not that he wasn't real… who knew what reality was, anyway? The hardest part was accepting that he was all alone… that the drawers in his house wouldn't be filled with his grandparent's clothes… and the pictures of his childhood that his Granpapa took to remember him by… weren't there in the first place…
That no matter how long he waited, nor kept the lights on, nor kept the doors open, no one will come back.
Yukito wondered what it felt like to have a family… a real family… a father… a mother… maybe even some siblings… yes, he could picture it… they would all be having dinner, a big dinner, and they'd ask each other how their days were… and when one's happy, everyone'll be happy… and when one's sad, everyone'll be there to cheer him up…
Sigh… If only dreams were reality…
His eyes watered at the thought… but he berated himself and ordered himself to straighten up.
Stupid, stupid me! I've got To-ya, and he's my family… and Sakura, Fujitaka, Kero and the cards… they're my family too…
Plus, not to mention, me, Yuki…a voice very much like his own echoed in his head.
Oh yeah… 'Onisan'… he chuckled as he imagined Yue and he as brothers. Uh… wait… To-ya said that they were one, like the two faces of a coin… or the moon… or…. Even after all this time, he can't comprehend it.
Don't try then Yuki, because you're giving us a headache…"Oh, I'm sorry, Yue!" he blurted aloud.
Please, don't make it a habit to talk with me aloud. People might think we're weird…Yuki laughed at the thought. Crazy, MPD and magical…. Can't get any weirder than that.
Oh, Start cleaning bunny… or your devilish plans might not happen tonight…you're always absent-minded.Yukito blushed when he saw the mental picture Yue sent him. He, dressed only in a kimono, the heater on full blast… To-ya on his bed, waiting…
Yue! I thought you said you weren't gonna look into my thoughts again!A mental shrug.
Yue!Yuki! How can I not know when you kept thinking that all the time! And even if you're trying not to, you're failing really badly because our body's betraying you!
Yukito blushed three shades deeper.
The hours passed quickly, and when it was already 5 p.m., Yukito dressed up to have dinner with the Kinomotos. He was brimming with energy. He chose the velvet black turtle neck (it's warm, and To-ya likes it) and formal pants. To-ya said that he'd pick him up at about 6… but, it's better to be early so he won't have to wait.
Suddenly, just as he was getting in the suit, the door bell rang.
"Yuki!"
"To-ya?" In his surprise, he accidentally slipped his right hand out the collar. "Gnugnh!" he waved frantically as he tried to back it out, but it was stuck! And velvet wasn't made to be porous, that's why it's velvet for godssakes! "To-ya! To-ya!" Oh great, this was embarrassing… but either that or die and see the headline : Yukito's Death: Suffocation, or Stupidity? "To-ya, h-help me! I'm stuck!"
He heard a click as To-ya unlocked the door… then a gasp, and a chuckle as To-ya gently helped him out of the shirt.
"Yuki! What happened to you?" To-ya finally managed to ask after he stopped laughing.
"Don't ask," Yuki muttered, still blushing heavily. He fidgeted uneasily on his bed. "Ah, To-ya you're a little early! I thought you said 6?"
A strange shadow fell on To-ya's face, and as if by magic, he suddenly managed to compose himself.
"Uh… Yuki… about that… Grandfather called…"
"Your Grandfather? But I thought you weren't on speaking terms! Did something happen?"
"He wanted us to have a family dinner…" explained To-ya.
Yukito beamed as he clapped his hands. This was good news! A family dinner! Finally, To-ya will meet his…
A family dinner…
A Family Dinner…
"Y-you mean…" in spite of himself, his brows furrowed and a crushing weight descended on his chest. He couldn't bring himself to finish. To-ya sat beside him and gently pulled him closer.
"Gomen ne Yuki… it was all sudden, he already sent his car even before Ottosan even said 'yes'…"
He heard what To-ya was saying, but he couldn't understand… and he was getting numb, and dizzy… and…
"I-it's okay, really… it's okay…" he stammered as he struggled out of his lover's embrace. "I'm cooking something for Sakura, will you please wait for me to get it?"
Touya sighed as he nodded. "Gomen ne," he repeated softly.
Yukito mechanically dragged himself to the kitchen and pulled out the strawberry cake from the oven. It was still warm, and he should let it breath… but there's no time since they have to go now. He rubbed his eyes on his sleeves as he felt the stinging burn of tears. Oh please, don't be a cry baby! To-ya didn't mean to! This is more important than your childish plans… you know how deep their family problem is!
He put the cake in a golden box and wrapped it in red ribbons. Then with a final sob, he put a little smile on his lips.
"To-ya… this is for Sakura… and can you please take the presents for them, too?" he asked as he entered the bedroom. To-ya wordlessly took the package from his hands and picked up the gifts on the drawer.
"Yuki, gomen ne…"
"Shh, To-ya… You haven't been saying anything else since you got here!" he smiled as he tried to joke about the situation. "Just promise me that you'll be happy, okay?"
"But… Yuki, how about you?" his lover asked worriedly. To-ya looked around at the room. It was evident that Yuki put a lot of love and time to make the decors work…
"I'll be fine, To-ya… I won't really be alone… Maybe, Yue and I will exchange stories about Clow, y'know… bond a little… and I've got stocks…"
To-ya sighed.
"Okay… I'll just call around midnight to check up on you, okay?"
"Hai… have fun there, To-ya!"
"You too…"
Yukito walked Touya to the door and gave him a little kiss. Touya whispered I love you to him and leaned down to kiss him. Touya tried to kiss him on the lips, but he turned his head a little and Touya missed his mark and landed instead on his cheek.
Christmas presents filled Touya's hands as he walked back to his house. His Grandfather's limo was parked in front, and a chauffeur was helping Sakura put her suitcase filled with clothes and gifts.
"Onisan!" his little sister cried as she saw him. "Hanyaaan! What's that!" she ran straight to him and inspected the packages.
"Don't shout Kaijuu, these are all presents from Yuki," he muttered as he waved his right hand that was holding the cake. The little girl blushed a deep red as she carefully helped her onisan with the gold-wrapped package.
"Tsukishiro-san baked this for me? Oh, I'm going to save this for later… no… I'll let Grandpapa have a half. I'm sure he'll like it as much as I will!" she jumped around in excitement, then suddenly stopped and looked worriedly at him. "But then… onisan, if we'll go to Grandpapa this Christmas… Tsukishiro-san be all alone this year…"
Touya sighed and looked at the direction of his koibito's home. He didn't want to leave him this day, of all days… but…
He has to go, maybe after tonight, his family will be whole again. Maybe his Grandfather will forgive his father… and…
Sigh…Why can't everything be simple? He wanted so much to take Yukito with him, but he knew that this will not be like their previous family outing. He didn't want to expose Yuki to his Grandfather's temper. He has been on the receiving end when he was seven, and he hasn't forgotten it since. His brows furrowed at the thought. Thank God, Sakura looked a lot like his mother, or he might have knocked out the old man if he so much as looked hatefully at her.
"Touya…!" Fujitaka said loudly as he waved just outside the car, "Sakura..! it's time to go!"
Sigh…"Hey Kaijuu, let's go now…"
He draped an arm around his little sister and pushed her towards the car. Sakura forgot her question and resumed her angry-with-onisan mode. Touya tried to tease her but his quips were dry and uninspired. Finally, just thirty minutes through the ride, he gave up and feigned sleepiness. He wondered if his Father knew the reason behind his moodiness, but if he did, he said nothing about it.
Damn this family reunion… the imp of immaturity whispered in his mind. I've lived with no relatives all my life and suddenly they decide to meet us… just when I wanted to be with Yuki. He extended his senses, trying to feel how Yuki was doing, but his powers have been serious lowered since giving most of it to Yue. His Reach only got to the gates of Tomoeda, and then steadily got weaker. Sakura felt the stirrings of his power, but after a few minutes, thought that he was probably just dreaming so she chatted animatedly again. Finally, when his power reached the consistency of water, he just gave up. But oh, just to whisper to Yuki how much he missed him already!
Hey… Yue whispered to Yukito in their mind. But Yukito paid no attention to him and continued setting the table in a daze. He only prepared desserts since he thought that they would be having dinner with the Kinomotos. Soon, the table took on the air of a children's party, except that there were two bottles of wine instead of juice. Yukito looked at his creation… crema de fruta, sansrival, black forest… it would've all been so sweet… after dinner, a short snuggle by the fire… and then maybe…
Sniff…The dam behind his eyes broke, and Yukito silently sobbed as he sat on the table. Then because he was so embarrassed with himself, he tried to stop the tears, but no matter how fast he wiped them away, more flowed until he finally gave up and just buried his head in his arms.
I'm supposed to be with To-ya tonight…
He peeked through the space between his elbow and the table. The Christmas Tree that looked so beautiful to him earlier now looked mocking, because the person he made them for wasn't there to see it.
The limo ride was about three hours long, so they arrived in the mansion at about 8. Amamiya was already waiting outside the gates, looking very regal as usual. Touya was surprised at the change in his grandfather's demeanor, because now, he could only feel the old man's happiness and excitement in accepting Nadesico's children as his grandchildren for the first time.
"It's Grandpapa!" Sakura whispered to Touya. "H-he's my Grandpapa?"
His little sister couldn't believe it. He knew the two met a year ago, but since his Father decided not to tell her, he didn't tell her, too. He just nodded.
The colonial-style mansion was just as Touya remembered it. Inside, servants would be cleaning and preparing for their stay. Maybe Sonomi-san or Tomoyo was waiting too? I wonder if the old man has it all to himself the rest of the year… what a lonely and sad place that must be… he watched his Grandfather's weathered face, and the twinkle in the eyes that belonged to a man far younger. You must've loved Okasan very much… an image of his Mother flashed through his mind. Everybody loved her, for she was the very essence of innocence and beauty. Maybe his Grandfather felt that his Father wasn't right for her and was just waiting for her to realize her mistake and return 'home'… but he was wrong. His Mother loved his Father very much… and even though they weren't as rich as Amamiya, she was happy and fulfilled.
As he was thinking, his Father opened the door and out bounded his little sister, flying with hands extended towards her long-missed Grandfather. The old man Amamiya laughed gaily as he caught her and twirled her in the air. She wore his Mother's favorite dress, the one Amamiya gave her a year ago.
He looked at his Father who was watching the two. His eyes were damp, and a contented smile hovered on his lips. Then his Father noticed his eyes on him. "I would've given everything for Nadesico to have seen this…" he whispered.
He smiled warmly. Even though he couldn't see her, he knew she was with them tonight.
Yue felt Yukito cry himself to sleep. The poor boy didn't even touch a slice of cake.
Even though they shared the same body, and were 'one', their emotions were different. He missed To-ya, yes, but not as much as Yukito did.
With a shrug, he took control of their body. A cocoon of silver feathers enveloped them, and an angel stood where the frail human boy was. For a while, he acquainted himself with his surroundings, getting used to the coldness and the heaviness of winter air. Then he walked to the window sill and when he was sure no one was looking, flapped his beautiful majestic wings.
Consider this my gift for you.
Sakura lay sleeping on his Grandfather's lap, while the two gentlemen talked in muted tones, careful not to wake her. In spite of his misgivings, he found himself warming to his Grandfather. This was the loving person his mother knew. A gentle smile crossed Touya's face. Though he thought he didn't need the old man, his presence still filled a hole in his heart.
The old man lovingly brushed Sakura's chestnut-colored hair as he said how sorry he was and how much he wished that things could've been different. Fujitaka simply smiled, for things past couldn't be changed, but the future could be better than the past.
Sonomi was there, digicam in hand for her absent daughter (who couldn't come because of a cold).
It was past midnight when Touya excused himself from the gathering. A servant accompanied him to the room that his Grandfather prepared for him. It was as big as their house, and the furnitures… Touya carefully navigated to the bed. One slip and he might have to work as a waiter for a year, full time. The bathroom was carpeted, and the tap water was temperature-regulated. He showered and changed into clean pyjamas even though there was a robe placed in the cabinet for him.
He was refreshed and very sleepy when he walked to the bed. It was so soft that his back sank into it when he lay down. He pulled the sheets up to his shoulders and stared at the ceiling. The ceiling wasn't less luxurious than the floor. A huge crystal chandelier hung at the center, and mystical creatures were painted on the ceiling itself. He made out a figure of a unicorn… a fairy… and in the center… an angel?
Yuki…He remembered the promise he made him, so he reached for the phone on the cabinet and dialed Yuki's number. The other line rang and rang, but no one picked up.
Either he fell asleep, or he's mad at me…He wondered how his koibito was. This Christmas was such a memorable day for him, but it must be pure hell for Yuki. Alone in that old house of his. Next Christmas, he'd ask his Father if he could bring Yuki… next Christmas…
In his tiredness, he didn't notice that his eyes had already fallen shut… and before long, he was asleep, snuggling against a very soft pillow, wishing that it was Yuki.
"To-ya…" Yuki murmured in his dreams. His hands brushed against something soft, a pillow? But he didn't remember going to the bedroom…
He sleepily opened his eyes. A huge, fully furnished room, with brass and crystal decors greeted him.
What the…? He squinted his eyes trying to get a better picture, but nothing changed. Then he felt a hand pulling him closer to – a warm body? – behind him. He gulped as he slowly turned around to look.
There. With him… was his koibito! Sleeping peacefully and looking so very very beautiful…!
Oh To-ya! He wanted to laugh with joy, and just kiss Touya all over… but what if this was all a dream, and he wake up and find himself in his home all alone again? No, I don't want that…
So he contented himself with just running his fingers along his koibito's cheeks, loving the way To-ya crooned as he did so. How amazing this dream was. It captured To-ya's every detail perfectly! He gazed at Touya's reddish lips. How soft they looked.
If I kiss you would I wake up?Touya felt something soft brushing against his lips. It felt like Yuki's lips…
I'm dreaming…?The other's lips were so gentle, so careful not to awaken him…
…if I kiss you would I wake up?Yukito felt To-ya's hands pull him closer, and was he giving back the kiss? To-ya… carefully, lest he awaken, he opened one eye, To-ya was still there. He followed with the other, To-ya was still there…
Touya slowly opened his eyes. He didn't know dreams were supposed to feel like this. So vivid. So real… beyond his control. Then Yuki opened his eyes and looked at him, before whispering, "To-ya, please don't disappear… I don't want to wake up alone again…If only I could sleep til you come back…"
"Y-Yuki?"
His koibito didn't answer and just snuggled against his chest.
Is this a dream? But Yuki couldn't possibly be here!
So Touya pinched Yuki on the side.
"Ow!" Yukito was shaken awake from his warm and fuzzy world at the sharp sting of fingernails driving into his skin.
Oh no oh no! To-ya's gonna disappear! The pain was immediately forgotten as he grabbed To-ya's arms, refusing to let go. He half-expected his koibito to vanish and be replaced by a man-eating Nakuru (in a bad way) or something, but To-ya remained as real as before. They looked at each other for a while before either of them said a word.
"Yuki?"
"T-To-ya?" they said in unison.
"B-but how?"
"But how?" they asked again.
Then Touya saw Yuki's eyes flash silver, and a hint of cat-like slits manifested on his pupils. Realization came over them both and the two lovers laughed together, clutching each other, so happy at the angel's unexpected gift.
Fujitaka heard a muffled cry of surprise and then laughter from the adjoining room. Was it Tsukishiro-kun's voice? But how could Tsukishiro-kun come here? It must be his imagination…
He smiled as he closed his eyes.
Nadesico, as you said, this day will come. I'll tell you all about it when we meet again. Goodnight, darling, he whispered to no one in particular.
Before dawn, Yue woke up. Gently, he kissed To-ya on the forehead and removed the boy's hands from his midriff.
He was about to go when he decided to visit the room adjacent to To-ya's. He tiptoed to the other room which was no less luxurious than the one he left. Fujitaka was sleeping peacefully on the gigantic crimson-colored bed. But it was not Fujitaka that the angel was seeing, but his beloved maker Clow.
He felt a twinge of longing to just feel his hands on his cheeks again, but that was another place, another life.
He placed a kiss on his lips and prayed that his maker will forgive him for that.
Then he opened the windows and flew back the way he came.
Merry Christmas!
December 27, 2003
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