In Every Word
Author: les_lenne
Written for: rhap_chan
Title: In Every Word
Prompt: I'd love a fic centered around Meiling or Sakura, with any pairings you desire. Prompt? The lyrics to Hallelujah (http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/leonardcohen/hallelujah.html), as sung by Leonard Cohen or Rufus Wainwright. They feature in the first Shrek movie, if you want to get an ear as to how they sound. Pick any lyric or feeling or aspect of the song. It doesn't have to be sad... could just be quiet. ^_^
Disclaimer: Wishing it was mine and not CLAMP's doesn't change the fact that it belongs to these four awesome women. :)
Rating: U
Summary: It makes you happy to think about this moment, but when the moment has finally come ...
A/N: I hope you like it -- it is pure kitsch at its best.
In every word
It was November when the first snow came down on earth, setting its curious first foot on the top of Sakura's head where it lived for a while until it melted in the warmth of the Kinomoto hallway. Sakura pouted at the closed door. “So mean, now that I’m home snow starts falling.”
She tugged at her scarf when she heard a familiar voice -- indeed a very familiar one, although she hadn't heard it for quite a while, it was still recognizable. Curious as the snowflake had been she sneaked up to the living room and glanced into it. Three men sat there, divided on the two yellow sofas the Kinomoto's had bought just last year. Touya and Yukito sat beside each other, and while her brother looked as if he gnawed on a lemon, Yukito smiled at their guest. Her heartbeat sped up in a second when the guest answered to what had possibly been Yukito's question.
"You're back!"
She couldn't understand Syaoran's muffled answer, but right at that moment it was way more important to hug him anyway. Only when Yukito said that Syaoran was going to suffocate if she held him any longer she stopped and took a step back. He looked good, except a bit blue in the face, and he breathed quite heavily ...
Sakura sniffed, but it didn't help much; the tears were stronger. "I'm so happy! Syaoran!"
He got up slowly, smiling a smile Sakura had missed so much. "Hi," he said. "Sakura."
She sniffed once more.
"Don't cry! Haven't you changed at all?" He sighed and he shook his head, which both could have been disconcerting. What made it anything but disheartening was the fact that he embraced her so softly, she shivered.
Touya, on the other hand, was only held back from strangling Syaoran right away by Yukito who stood in front of them, sort of being their Chinese Wall. Sakura stuck out her tongue at him before she snuggled Syaoran's chest -- he had grown up. There hadn't been much of a height difference between them when he'd left, but now she had to stand on tiptoe if she wanted to kiss his cheek, which she did, causing Touya to growl.
Syaoran blushed. He rubbed the place where Sakura had put her lips on.
“You are still so easily embarrassed, Syaoran. Haven’t you changed at all?” she mimicked his words, pursing her lips and smiling innocently. She had changed, he would have to notice this soon.
Sakura grinned at Touya, who nodded curtly. “I want to talk to you.”
Syaoran raised an eyebrow. “I’m here now, so you can - hey!” He nearly tumbled over when she pulled his arm to lead him outside of the living room and up into her room. She closed the door behind them and cocked her head.
“What?” Syaoran stood there, in the middle of her room, and crossed his arms. “Did you plot something?”
She laughed, and she seriously hoped it didn’t sound too broken. It was a good thing that he was back. It was even better that he would never leave her again. Maybe it wasn’t so good that she was overexcited about his return, but her heartbeat started to feel painful. In her head words were rotating, and pictures came back to her no matter how hard she tried to push them away. It was as if her throat widened, wanted her to speak, to move closer. The atmosphere was fragile. They hadn’t seen each other for so long. Sure, they had sent letters to each other, sometimes even sending a picture of them, and she had always hoped he wouldn’t think she became a person he didn’t want, someone who wasn’t his special person. Now he was here, he was back, and it wasn’t as easy as she had thought it would be. She had anticipated this day. It had been the thing she had thought of before going to sleep and when waking up in the morning. And now he was here thinking about it didn’t make her happy as it used to, it hurt.
Syaoran stood there and looked at her. He waited; he seemed to know she wanted to tell him something. He possibly also knew how hard it was to decide if it was the right moment, or if the overjoyed outcry would cause everything to crumble.
Eventually, she did say something. Not the words she had intended to say, but it were words and what was in them was picturesque enough to let him understand. They spoke a lot of words that evening, and none of these words meant something special. Only mundane words. Simple stories. How was the flight? How was your day? Look, it’s like a blizzard! I love snow.
And maybe they said “I love you”, too.
Written for: rhap_chan
Title: In Every Word
Prompt: I'd love a fic centered around Meiling or Sakura, with any pairings you desire. Prompt? The lyrics to Hallelujah (http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/leonardcohen/hallelujah.html), as sung by Leonard Cohen or Rufus Wainwright. They feature in the first Shrek movie, if you want to get an ear as to how they sound. Pick any lyric or feeling or aspect of the song. It doesn't have to be sad... could just be quiet. ^_^
Disclaimer: Wishing it was mine and not CLAMP's doesn't change the fact that it belongs to these four awesome women. :)
Rating: U
Summary: It makes you happy to think about this moment, but when the moment has finally come ...
A/N: I hope you like it -- it is pure kitsch at its best.
In every word
It was November when the first snow came down on earth, setting its curious first foot on the top of Sakura's head where it lived for a while until it melted in the warmth of the Kinomoto hallway. Sakura pouted at the closed door. “So mean, now that I’m home snow starts falling.”
She tugged at her scarf when she heard a familiar voice -- indeed a very familiar one, although she hadn't heard it for quite a while, it was still recognizable. Curious as the snowflake had been she sneaked up to the living room and glanced into it. Three men sat there, divided on the two yellow sofas the Kinomoto's had bought just last year. Touya and Yukito sat beside each other, and while her brother looked as if he gnawed on a lemon, Yukito smiled at their guest. Her heartbeat sped up in a second when the guest answered to what had possibly been Yukito's question.
"You're back!"
She couldn't understand Syaoran's muffled answer, but right at that moment it was way more important to hug him anyway. Only when Yukito said that Syaoran was going to suffocate if she held him any longer she stopped and took a step back. He looked good, except a bit blue in the face, and he breathed quite heavily ...
Sakura sniffed, but it didn't help much; the tears were stronger. "I'm so happy! Syaoran!"
He got up slowly, smiling a smile Sakura had missed so much. "Hi," he said. "Sakura."
She sniffed once more.
"Don't cry! Haven't you changed at all?" He sighed and he shook his head, which both could have been disconcerting. What made it anything but disheartening was the fact that he embraced her so softly, she shivered.
Touya, on the other hand, was only held back from strangling Syaoran right away by Yukito who stood in front of them, sort of being their Chinese Wall. Sakura stuck out her tongue at him before she snuggled Syaoran's chest -- he had grown up. There hadn't been much of a height difference between them when he'd left, but now she had to stand on tiptoe if she wanted to kiss his cheek, which she did, causing Touya to growl.
Syaoran blushed. He rubbed the place where Sakura had put her lips on.
“You are still so easily embarrassed, Syaoran. Haven’t you changed at all?” she mimicked his words, pursing her lips and smiling innocently. She had changed, he would have to notice this soon.
Sakura grinned at Touya, who nodded curtly. “I want to talk to you.”
Syaoran raised an eyebrow. “I’m here now, so you can - hey!” He nearly tumbled over when she pulled his arm to lead him outside of the living room and up into her room. She closed the door behind them and cocked her head.
“What?” Syaoran stood there, in the middle of her room, and crossed his arms. “Did you plot something?”
She laughed, and she seriously hoped it didn’t sound too broken. It was a good thing that he was back. It was even better that he would never leave her again. Maybe it wasn’t so good that she was overexcited about his return, but her heartbeat started to feel painful. In her head words were rotating, and pictures came back to her no matter how hard she tried to push them away. It was as if her throat widened, wanted her to speak, to move closer. The atmosphere was fragile. They hadn’t seen each other for so long. Sure, they had sent letters to each other, sometimes even sending a picture of them, and she had always hoped he wouldn’t think she became a person he didn’t want, someone who wasn’t his special person. Now he was here, he was back, and it wasn’t as easy as she had thought it would be. She had anticipated this day. It had been the thing she had thought of before going to sleep and when waking up in the morning. And now he was here thinking about it didn’t make her happy as it used to, it hurt.
Syaoran stood there and looked at her. He waited; he seemed to know she wanted to tell him something. He possibly also knew how hard it was to decide if it was the right moment, or if the overjoyed outcry would cause everything to crumble.
Eventually, she did say something. Not the words she had intended to say, but it were words and what was in them was picturesque enough to let him understand. They spoke a lot of words that evening, and none of these words meant something special. Only mundane words. Simple stories. How was the flight? How was your day? Look, it’s like a blizzard! I love snow.
And maybe they said “I love you”, too.