79. Protective Instincts (150)
"Hey!"
Syaoran froze. He knew that voice.
He raced across the scraggly grass the castle gardeners had nurtured, trampling flowers under his feet. Instinct urged him to flee.
There was nothing more dangerous than an angry king, and Touya sounded furious.
"Get back here!"
Syaoran reached the garden's sakura tree and propelled himself through the boughs. Behind him, Touya reached the trunk. "Explain this."
Syaoran looked at the object in Touya's hands. When he recognized Sakura's birth control pills, his stomach dropped. "It wasn't my idea!"
Touya's face glowed red. He wielded the pack of pills like a weapon. "When did this start? How long have you been sleeping with my sister?"
Calm down, Syaoran thought. Appeal to reason. "Your Majesty, Sakura and I have been married for six years—"
The king cut him off. "I don't care how long you've been married to her—keep your hands off my sister!"
80. Birthday
Days were difficult to track when traveling through dimensions, but Syaoran paid attention to the amount of time that had passed between certain events.
When the pink hairpin caught his eye from the shop window, he slipped away from the others and bought it, slipping the treasure into his pocket.
That night, he went outside to find Sakura tinkering with her dragonfly racer. "Good evening, Syaoran."
"Good evening." He pulled the hairpin from his pocket. "I got you something."
She looked up. He held out the blossom-shaped hairpin, heart fluttering in his throat. It was now or never. "Happy birthday."
81. Pancakes
The batter spread out in the pan, creeping closer to the edges. Fai stared, inhaling, trying to convince himself that this was unrelated to the grotesque images playing over and over in his mind. Convincing himself that the slow spread of the pancake batter looked nothing at all like his brother's blood, spreading out from his cracked skull, across the gray stones of their prison.
This is my penance, Fai thought, hands trembling as he slid the spatula under the dough. Another deep breath. The scent of breakfast filled his nose, nauseatingly sweet compared to the metallic stench of blood.
Author's Notes:
The first drabble was a continuation of drabble# 42, in which Touya discovered Sakura's birth control pills. This drabble answered the nagging question: what would Touya's response be to this discovery?
Anyway, I'm informally ending this fic. This means that, while I will still take requests, I won't post anything else from this point on unless inspiration strikes me in the middle of the night.