Fic: Night Sky
Title: Night Sky
Author: fairymage
Rating: G
Community: 30_kisses
Theme: #15--perfect blue
Fandom: Card Captor Sakura
Pairing: Fujitaka/Nadeshiko
The day had made them far more comfortable with each other. As they drove home, they talked of many things: music on the radio, fond childhood memories, vacations in the mountains. She had been out of the country before, something he longed to do, and he kept her busy with questions.
In a pause in the conversation, she looked out the window and sighed happily. Lights dotted the spreading darkness, and if she closed her eyes just a little they blurred like fireflies. “I expected it to be darker,” she murmured distractedly.
“It’s still summer, so it won’t get much darker than this,” he reminded.
“Well, yes, but you always expect the sky to be black at night, don’t you?”
He considered this for a moment. “I suppose that’s the way it’s described in all the books, isn’t it? But that’s not the way it is at all. The sky looks different, everywhere you go.”
“Does it?” It was a bit disconcerting. She liked thinking that the sky was the same everywhere. It was comforting and safe, then.
“More or less, yes. The sky in Tokyo is very different from the sky in Tomoeda. Of course it’s the same sky, you know. But it’s different, too. The lights are different in the two cities, so the color of the sky is different. You can see stars, but different stars. The air in Tokyo is charged with energy, and people, and doing. The sky in Tomoeda is different. It’s quiet, and peaceful, and gentle.”
“I… I never noticed, I suppose.”
“Really? I would’ve thought you’d enjoy looking at the sky. The sky in Paris is supposed to be amazing.”
“Oh no, I do like looking at the sky, but I like looking at it thinking that it’s all the same.”
He smiled embarrassedly. “You should have told me that earlier.”
“Oh no! I like that you see them as all different. It would be boring, wouldn’t it, if we all thought like me? I just like thinking that whatever I see in Paris, you can see in Tokyo or Tomoeda. It’s very romantic, don’t you think?”
“I suppose it is.”
“But I also think that the sky looks different depending on how you… oh, I don’t know, how you feel.”
“How you feel?”
“Well, if you’ve had a bad day, then I think the sky looks big and empty. The stars are all far away, and there aren’t very many of them. It’s very clear, I think, when you’re sad, and you feel like you can see for millions of miles, if only you had the eyesight.
But when you’ve-“ she blushed a little “-had a good day, the sky is much… warmer. It’s not so dark, you see. The stars are closer, and there are more of them. Maybe there are clouds, that sort of wrap the stars up and kiss them good-night, make sure they don’t fly away. They make the sky not so black, more… more deep and beautiful and blue. Just like tonight.”
There was silence for a moment, then she quickly started a new conversation about cooking. It was something she wasn’t very good at, of course, so she wanted to hear everything he had to say about it…
He knew eventually the day would have to fade into night. She needed to be home, before the rest of her family was, before they discovered where she had been, and with whom… And yet he, as much as she, avoided determining where the best place to leave her would be. He wanted to cling to the blue night sky as much as she did.
“You… you should can drop me off at Haruka’s,” she cut in suddenly. He knew the ramen restaurant well; it was a popular place for a relatively younger crowd that he still, by merit of being single, could belong to. It was a ways from her home, though.
“Are you sure?” he asked, resigning himself to the coming of a black night.
“Yes. I’ll call my cousin and ask them to pick me up there. If they ask, I went out to dinner with friends.”
They drove for a few more seconds in silence. They were getting close, if he was going to say anything, he needed to say it now… He pulled up in the parking lot behind the restaurant and stopped the car. The silence extended.
“Maybe you should call your cousin now. So that you won’t have to wait very long,” he suggested.
She nodded silently and opened her door. He opened his door, too, and got out with her. When she looked at him curiously, he smiled.
“I can’t let you go by yourself. I should at least be responsible for you as long as I can. It wouldn’t do for something to happen to you now.”
She wanted to say something about how unlikely it was that something would happen to her in a few minutes while she made a phone call and sat down in the restaurant, but instead she smiled and nodded. It would be nice to have his company.
They sat down, and he held out the menu towards her. “Please, order something.”
Surprised, she stared at the menu. He couldn’t afford- “I couldn’t,” she refused, turning away. “I’m not hungry,” she tried to explain.
He shrugged. “You and I might as well order something. It would be rude for us to sit here without ordering something, don't you think?”
She blushed and took the menu, glancing over it. “Can we… share something?” she asked shyly. It seemed so forward, to suggest that they share a meal! She knew she should be concerned with what the people around her would think, but she wanted to know his answer more.
“Of course. It wouldn’t make sense if you’re not that hungry.” She glanced up at him; he was smiling gently.
Sonomi had said that they would be some time, so she was able to share the large bowl of ramen unconcernedly with him. She laughed at the way he always offered her the good pieces of chicken or vegetables, without seeming to take any for himself. It felt nice-natural, even-for them to share a meal like this. And she found herself even less concerned with what people thought of them as they laughed together, focused only on the graceful way he worked his hashi, the way he smiled at her, the way the ramen swirled as he stirred it, looking for another piece of negi for her.
They were sitting companionably, sipping tea, when Sonomi burst into the restaurant. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of Kinomoto-sensei, and she opened her mouth to yell.
“Sonomi! Wait! He was just waiting for me, he didn’t want me to wait by myself!”
Sonomi didn’t look like she was buying the story, but luckily her father appeared behind her.
“Amamiya-san,” he greeted politely, standing to bow. “I was here for dinner, and I just wanted to make sure that Nadeshiko-san made it home safely. She said she was waiting for her family, but you never know…”
Her uncle made a fuss about thanking this kind young man, properly, because who knew what could have happened to her if he hadn’t been there? Sonomi seemed to have softened, too, and accepted the story-or if not the story in its entirety, at least the sentiment that Kinomoto-sensei had wanted to make sure that she would be safe.
As she slipped out the door behind Sonomi, he caught her hand lightly. She turned, still walking backward towards the waiting car.
“You were right about tonight. The sky is blue.”
Author: fairymage
Rating: G
Community: 30_kisses
Theme: #15--perfect blue
Fandom: Card Captor Sakura
Pairing: Fujitaka/Nadeshiko
The day had made them far more comfortable with each other. As they drove home, they talked of many things: music on the radio, fond childhood memories, vacations in the mountains. She had been out of the country before, something he longed to do, and he kept her busy with questions.
In a pause in the conversation, she looked out the window and sighed happily. Lights dotted the spreading darkness, and if she closed her eyes just a little they blurred like fireflies. “I expected it to be darker,” she murmured distractedly.
“It’s still summer, so it won’t get much darker than this,” he reminded.
“Well, yes, but you always expect the sky to be black at night, don’t you?”
He considered this for a moment. “I suppose that’s the way it’s described in all the books, isn’t it? But that’s not the way it is at all. The sky looks different, everywhere you go.”
“Does it?” It was a bit disconcerting. She liked thinking that the sky was the same everywhere. It was comforting and safe, then.
“More or less, yes. The sky in Tokyo is very different from the sky in Tomoeda. Of course it’s the same sky, you know. But it’s different, too. The lights are different in the two cities, so the color of the sky is different. You can see stars, but different stars. The air in Tokyo is charged with energy, and people, and doing. The sky in Tomoeda is different. It’s quiet, and peaceful, and gentle.”
“I… I never noticed, I suppose.”
“Really? I would’ve thought you’d enjoy looking at the sky. The sky in Paris is supposed to be amazing.”
“Oh no, I do like looking at the sky, but I like looking at it thinking that it’s all the same.”
He smiled embarrassedly. “You should have told me that earlier.”
“Oh no! I like that you see them as all different. It would be boring, wouldn’t it, if we all thought like me? I just like thinking that whatever I see in Paris, you can see in Tokyo or Tomoeda. It’s very romantic, don’t you think?”
“I suppose it is.”
“But I also think that the sky looks different depending on how you… oh, I don’t know, how you feel.”
“How you feel?”
“Well, if you’ve had a bad day, then I think the sky looks big and empty. The stars are all far away, and there aren’t very many of them. It’s very clear, I think, when you’re sad, and you feel like you can see for millions of miles, if only you had the eyesight.
But when you’ve-“ she blushed a little “-had a good day, the sky is much… warmer. It’s not so dark, you see. The stars are closer, and there are more of them. Maybe there are clouds, that sort of wrap the stars up and kiss them good-night, make sure they don’t fly away. They make the sky not so black, more… more deep and beautiful and blue. Just like tonight.”
There was silence for a moment, then she quickly started a new conversation about cooking. It was something she wasn’t very good at, of course, so she wanted to hear everything he had to say about it…
He knew eventually the day would have to fade into night. She needed to be home, before the rest of her family was, before they discovered where she had been, and with whom… And yet he, as much as she, avoided determining where the best place to leave her would be. He wanted to cling to the blue night sky as much as she did.
“You… you should can drop me off at Haruka’s,” she cut in suddenly. He knew the ramen restaurant well; it was a popular place for a relatively younger crowd that he still, by merit of being single, could belong to. It was a ways from her home, though.
“Are you sure?” he asked, resigning himself to the coming of a black night.
“Yes. I’ll call my cousin and ask them to pick me up there. If they ask, I went out to dinner with friends.”
They drove for a few more seconds in silence. They were getting close, if he was going to say anything, he needed to say it now… He pulled up in the parking lot behind the restaurant and stopped the car. The silence extended.
“Maybe you should call your cousin now. So that you won’t have to wait very long,” he suggested.
She nodded silently and opened her door. He opened his door, too, and got out with her. When she looked at him curiously, he smiled.
“I can’t let you go by yourself. I should at least be responsible for you as long as I can. It wouldn’t do for something to happen to you now.”
She wanted to say something about how unlikely it was that something would happen to her in a few minutes while she made a phone call and sat down in the restaurant, but instead she smiled and nodded. It would be nice to have his company.
They sat down, and he held out the menu towards her. “Please, order something.”
Surprised, she stared at the menu. He couldn’t afford- “I couldn’t,” she refused, turning away. “I’m not hungry,” she tried to explain.
He shrugged. “You and I might as well order something. It would be rude for us to sit here without ordering something, don't you think?”
She blushed and took the menu, glancing over it. “Can we… share something?” she asked shyly. It seemed so forward, to suggest that they share a meal! She knew she should be concerned with what the people around her would think, but she wanted to know his answer more.
“Of course. It wouldn’t make sense if you’re not that hungry.” She glanced up at him; he was smiling gently.
Sonomi had said that they would be some time, so she was able to share the large bowl of ramen unconcernedly with him. She laughed at the way he always offered her the good pieces of chicken or vegetables, without seeming to take any for himself. It felt nice-natural, even-for them to share a meal like this. And she found herself even less concerned with what people thought of them as they laughed together, focused only on the graceful way he worked his hashi, the way he smiled at her, the way the ramen swirled as he stirred it, looking for another piece of negi for her.
They were sitting companionably, sipping tea, when Sonomi burst into the restaurant. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of Kinomoto-sensei, and she opened her mouth to yell.
“Sonomi! Wait! He was just waiting for me, he didn’t want me to wait by myself!”
Sonomi didn’t look like she was buying the story, but luckily her father appeared behind her.
“Amamiya-san,” he greeted politely, standing to bow. “I was here for dinner, and I just wanted to make sure that Nadeshiko-san made it home safely. She said she was waiting for her family, but you never know…”
Her uncle made a fuss about thanking this kind young man, properly, because who knew what could have happened to her if he hadn’t been there? Sonomi seemed to have softened, too, and accepted the story-or if not the story in its entirety, at least the sentiment that Kinomoto-sensei had wanted to make sure that she would be safe.
As she slipped out the door behind Sonomi, he caught her hand lightly. She turned, still walking backward towards the waiting car.
“You were right about tonight. The sky is blue.”