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title: Graduation
warnings: eh, nothing really, just playing around...
disclaimer: CLAMP's property--I make no profit from this anyway, and it's mostly self-gratification. So go buy more CLAMP manga!
notes: unfinished, because I have no idea where I want to take it? I have somewhat of an idea... And I'll take care of it later...?
She is fifteen when he graduates from highschool, sitting demurely in the back row and eye-catching in her foreign uniform. The only time Tomoyo stands to applaud is when he finishes his last speech as Student Council President. The Clamp students eye her suspiciously when she does this, and grow steadly frustrated when she shows no reaction to their scrutiny. When the ceremony is over, she weaves her way unerringly through the crowd to where Nokoru is placating a group of under-classmen (girls).
"Nokoru," she says, his name falling simply from her lips. "Congrats."
She slips into his arms, then, a hint of mischief in her eyes when she feels the anger levels rising in the girls around her.
"Tomoyo-jyou," he greets her, tension gathered just above his shoulder blades where he feels the glares of the girls surrounding them. "What are you doing here?"
"Am I not allowed to attend the graduation of one of my most important people?"
"You skipped school to be here."
"I did, didn't I?" she shrugs elegantly. "At least I won't be missing out on my own graduation."
warnings: eh, nothing really, just playing around...
disclaimer: CLAMP's property--I make no profit from this anyway, and it's mostly self-gratification. So go buy more CLAMP manga!
notes: unfinished, because I have no idea where I want to take it? I have somewhat of an idea... And I'll take care of it later...?
She is fifteen when he graduates from highschool, sitting demurely in the back row and eye-catching in her foreign uniform. The only time Tomoyo stands to applaud is when he finishes his last speech as Student Council President. The Clamp students eye her suspiciously when she does this, and grow steadly frustrated when she shows no reaction to their scrutiny. When the ceremony is over, she weaves her way unerringly through the crowd to where Nokoru is placating a group of under-classmen (girls).
"Nokoru," she says, his name falling simply from her lips. "Congrats."
She slips into his arms, then, a hint of mischief in her eyes when she feels the anger levels rising in the girls around her.
"Tomoyo-jyou," he greets her, tension gathered just above his shoulder blades where he feels the glares of the girls surrounding them. "What are you doing here?"
"Am I not allowed to attend the graduation of one of my most important people?"
"You skipped school to be here."
"I did, didn't I?" she shrugs elegantly. "At least I won't be missing out on my own graduation."