Fic: Birthday Gift
Title: Birthday Gift
Author: fairymage
Rating: PG-13
Community: 100_themes
Theme: #001-Savings Box; #003-Photograph
Fandom: Card Captor Sakura
Pairing: Touya/Yukito
Notes: omg It's snarky Yukito! 0.0
“Yuki, what in the world is that?”
“It’s a cookie jar. Why?”
“Yuki, we already have a cookie jar. A full one, I might add.”
Yukito laughed. “Well, then, fill this one. I like cookies,” he teased.
Touya snorted. “I know. Now do you want to tell me the real reason we have a hippopotamus cookie jar sitting next to our perfectly normal one?”
Yukito grinned and petted the cookie jar. “It’s a secret,” he whispered conspiratorially.
“Clearly,” Touya snapped, irritated. Really. If Yukito was going to keep something that ugly in the apartment he could at least explain what it was for. He glanced over once more, but Yukito had that innocent you’re-not-getting-anything-out-of-me smile on his face, and Touya knew there was no point in even trying.
Over the next two weeks, Touya didn't touch the cookie jar. He didn’t even ask Yukito what he was supposed to do with it. At one point he tried to make cookies and put them in the jar, but Yukito quickly stopped him and gobbled down chocolate-chip cookies until Touya agreed not to try that again. After that incident, Yukito moved the jar to his bedside table and watched it like a hawk. It actually amused Touya, somewhat, to think of Yukito keeping a secret so poorly. But he played along gamely and never tried to peek in.
Though it was a little frustrating… and disturbing, actually, to have the hippo watching them at night.
“Ne, Yuki? Is this hippo permanent?” he asked, shifting and pulling Yukito’s slim body against him more firmly.
“No,” Yukito murmured sleepily.
“When is it going to stop watching us?”
Yukito giggled lightly and snuggled closer, if it was possible. “Soon, To-ya. Why, are you getting self-conscious?” he asked, a wicked smirk on his lips and in his eyes. Only rarely did Touya get to see this playful side of Yukito.
Huffing, Touya pulled the covers over and focused on the part of Yukito’s hair, trying desperately to ignore the looming shadow from the nightstand.
-----
He woke up one morning because Yukito wasn’t there anymore, because Yukito had gotten out of bed and left the covers open and the morning air was cold against Touya’s naked body. Groggily he groped around, whether it was for Yukito or the comforter his half-lucid brain wasn’t entirely sure. Shivering, he pulled the blankets around him and settled for mumbling Yukito’s name.
Obediently Yukito returned, feet padding gently across the carpeted floor. That’s right. Yukito and Yue were entities of the moon and night; surely they weren’t affected by the early morning cold.
“Mmm… Yuki, why are you up so early?” he mumbled into the pillow, rolling over to make room for Yukito to get back in.
“I had to go do something,” he answered simply, snuggling down against Touya. Touya sighed as Yukito’s body warmth returned in a hot flood; why did February have to be so cold? He slid an arm around Yukito’s body, which is when he hit something hard cradled against Yukito’s body.
“Eh?” he asked, less groggy, more coherent, half-sitting up to peer over the curve of Yukito’s body.
Yukito grinned and slipped the package from under the sheets, passing it to Touya with a quick kiss. “Happy birthday, To-ya,” he murmured, purring in the back of his throat just barely.
It was a small, flat package wrapped in tissue paper. Touya knew before opening it that it was a picture frame. Gently he ripped the tissue paper, feeling Yukito’s large eyes watching him the whole time with a smile. He smoothed it away from the clear glass pane, stroking the wood paneled edges. The picture was beautiful, breathtaking-and he was completely at a loss as to how it had been taken.
They were lying in bed together, Yukito’s head nestled underneath Touya’s chin, the covers twisted around them and their arms wrapped around each other. The light was dim, dawn, most likely, and it fell in long slanting rays across Yukito’s back and arms, trailing gently over Touya. They were both smiling, gently, contentedly, an expression that Touya reserved only for Yukito. It was a picture that Touya had always secretly wanted to see-and one that he would never let anyone else see.
“Yuki…” he whispered softly, running his fingers over the glass in awe. “How did you…?”
Yukito laughed lightly and wrapped his arms around Touya’s waist, pulling himself close. “That’s not important.”
Touya reached behind him to set the frame on his own nightstand with one hand, the other snaking around to grip Yukito’s hair as he kissed him. Slowly, surely, they began to move towards something more, when Touya noticed that an old familiar friend wasn’t present anymore.
“So the cookie jar finally disappeared,” he noted, shifting his weight, bracing himself momentarily against Yukito’s hip.
“Mmm hmm…” Yukito murmured, pulling Touya in for another kiss.
“What were you doing with it, anyway? I’m assuming the big secret’s done and over with.”
“It’s probably better if it stays a secret,” Yukito whispered, wrapping his legs around Touya’s waist.
“Humor me. It’s my birthday.”
Yukito paused, and smirked. “Are you sure you want to know, To-ya? I was saving money in it for awhile…”
“There’s nothing wrong with that-“
“But then I realized that I didn’t know what I could buy you with that money. So I stopped saving.”
“When was that…?”
“Oh, about a week ago.”
“And so you just kept that damn hippo there to scare me?”
“Ah, well… Let’s just say it continued to contribute to your birthday present nonetheless.”
“And where did all the money you saved up go?”
“I didn’t save that much?”
“It can’t all have gone to the frame and printing the picture…”
“Ah… um…”
“Yuki…”
“I had to pay the photographer?”
“What?!”
“He wanted a lot of takoyaki and okonomiyaki…”
“The plushie?!”
“To-ya, really, could we get back to-“
“I’m not a plushie! And d’ya think I liked hiding in that cookie jar all those nights having to listen to you two?!”
“Do you think I wanted to know you were listening?!”
“Kero-chan, please, can you go back outside and give me and To-ya some privacy?”
“You should be thankful I like Yukito so much, otherwise I wouldn’t have helped at all!”
The door slammed, and they could only assume that Kero had drifted away into the kitchen to devour his reward.
Touya shuddered and pulled the covers over himself, glancing around briefly. “I’m always going to be worried, now.”
“Don’t worry,” Yukito whispered playfully, kissing Touya behind the ear. “I don’t think I could afford all the food it would take to get Kero-chan to repeat the experience. You have no reason to be self-conscious, you know…”
Author: fairymage
Rating: PG-13
Community: 100_themes
Theme: #001-Savings Box; #003-Photograph
Fandom: Card Captor Sakura
Pairing: Touya/Yukito
Notes: omg It's snarky Yukito! 0.0
“Yuki, what in the world is that?”
“It’s a cookie jar. Why?”
“Yuki, we already have a cookie jar. A full one, I might add.”
Yukito laughed. “Well, then, fill this one. I like cookies,” he teased.
Touya snorted. “I know. Now do you want to tell me the real reason we have a hippopotamus cookie jar sitting next to our perfectly normal one?”
Yukito grinned and petted the cookie jar. “It’s a secret,” he whispered conspiratorially.
“Clearly,” Touya snapped, irritated. Really. If Yukito was going to keep something that ugly in the apartment he could at least explain what it was for. He glanced over once more, but Yukito had that innocent you’re-not-getting-anything-out-of-me smile on his face, and Touya knew there was no point in even trying.
Over the next two weeks, Touya didn't touch the cookie jar. He didn’t even ask Yukito what he was supposed to do with it. At one point he tried to make cookies and put them in the jar, but Yukito quickly stopped him and gobbled down chocolate-chip cookies until Touya agreed not to try that again. After that incident, Yukito moved the jar to his bedside table and watched it like a hawk. It actually amused Touya, somewhat, to think of Yukito keeping a secret so poorly. But he played along gamely and never tried to peek in.
Though it was a little frustrating… and disturbing, actually, to have the hippo watching them at night.
“Ne, Yuki? Is this hippo permanent?” he asked, shifting and pulling Yukito’s slim body against him more firmly.
“No,” Yukito murmured sleepily.
“When is it going to stop watching us?”
Yukito giggled lightly and snuggled closer, if it was possible. “Soon, To-ya. Why, are you getting self-conscious?” he asked, a wicked smirk on his lips and in his eyes. Only rarely did Touya get to see this playful side of Yukito.
Huffing, Touya pulled the covers over and focused on the part of Yukito’s hair, trying desperately to ignore the looming shadow from the nightstand.
-----
He woke up one morning because Yukito wasn’t there anymore, because Yukito had gotten out of bed and left the covers open and the morning air was cold against Touya’s naked body. Groggily he groped around, whether it was for Yukito or the comforter his half-lucid brain wasn’t entirely sure. Shivering, he pulled the blankets around him and settled for mumbling Yukito’s name.
Obediently Yukito returned, feet padding gently across the carpeted floor. That’s right. Yukito and Yue were entities of the moon and night; surely they weren’t affected by the early morning cold.
“Mmm… Yuki, why are you up so early?” he mumbled into the pillow, rolling over to make room for Yukito to get back in.
“I had to go do something,” he answered simply, snuggling down against Touya. Touya sighed as Yukito’s body warmth returned in a hot flood; why did February have to be so cold? He slid an arm around Yukito’s body, which is when he hit something hard cradled against Yukito’s body.
“Eh?” he asked, less groggy, more coherent, half-sitting up to peer over the curve of Yukito’s body.
Yukito grinned and slipped the package from under the sheets, passing it to Touya with a quick kiss. “Happy birthday, To-ya,” he murmured, purring in the back of his throat just barely.
It was a small, flat package wrapped in tissue paper. Touya knew before opening it that it was a picture frame. Gently he ripped the tissue paper, feeling Yukito’s large eyes watching him the whole time with a smile. He smoothed it away from the clear glass pane, stroking the wood paneled edges. The picture was beautiful, breathtaking-and he was completely at a loss as to how it had been taken.
They were lying in bed together, Yukito’s head nestled underneath Touya’s chin, the covers twisted around them and their arms wrapped around each other. The light was dim, dawn, most likely, and it fell in long slanting rays across Yukito’s back and arms, trailing gently over Touya. They were both smiling, gently, contentedly, an expression that Touya reserved only for Yukito. It was a picture that Touya had always secretly wanted to see-and one that he would never let anyone else see.
“Yuki…” he whispered softly, running his fingers over the glass in awe. “How did you…?”
Yukito laughed lightly and wrapped his arms around Touya’s waist, pulling himself close. “That’s not important.”
Touya reached behind him to set the frame on his own nightstand with one hand, the other snaking around to grip Yukito’s hair as he kissed him. Slowly, surely, they began to move towards something more, when Touya noticed that an old familiar friend wasn’t present anymore.
“So the cookie jar finally disappeared,” he noted, shifting his weight, bracing himself momentarily against Yukito’s hip.
“Mmm hmm…” Yukito murmured, pulling Touya in for another kiss.
“What were you doing with it, anyway? I’m assuming the big secret’s done and over with.”
“It’s probably better if it stays a secret,” Yukito whispered, wrapping his legs around Touya’s waist.
“Humor me. It’s my birthday.”
Yukito paused, and smirked. “Are you sure you want to know, To-ya? I was saving money in it for awhile…”
“There’s nothing wrong with that-“
“But then I realized that I didn’t know what I could buy you with that money. So I stopped saving.”
“When was that…?”
“Oh, about a week ago.”
“And so you just kept that damn hippo there to scare me?”
“Ah, well… Let’s just say it continued to contribute to your birthday present nonetheless.”
“And where did all the money you saved up go?”
“I didn’t save that much?”
“It can’t all have gone to the frame and printing the picture…”
“Ah… um…”
“Yuki…”
“I had to pay the photographer?”
“What?!”
“He wanted a lot of takoyaki and okonomiyaki…”
“The plushie?!”
“To-ya, really, could we get back to-“
“I’m not a plushie! And d’ya think I liked hiding in that cookie jar all those nights having to listen to you two?!”
“Do you think I wanted to know you were listening?!”
“Kero-chan, please, can you go back outside and give me and To-ya some privacy?”
“You should be thankful I like Yukito so much, otherwise I wouldn’t have helped at all!”
The door slammed, and they could only assume that Kero had drifted away into the kitchen to devour his reward.
Touya shuddered and pulled the covers over himself, glancing around briefly. “I’m always going to be worried, now.”
“Don’t worry,” Yukito whispered playfully, kissing Touya behind the ear. “I don’t think I could afford all the food it would take to get Kero-chan to repeat the experience. You have no reason to be self-conscious, you know…”