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A short X fanfic written for ryuuraigeki, who requested a story involving Subaru, pickles, and Coca-Cola. And so here it is.
Edit: I should mention that this fanfic contains spoilers for post X16 Subaru. Also - a disclaimer: X and its characters are the property of CLAMP and not me, and this is not for profit.
Subaru realised he should probably eat something. Remembering to eat and sleep was not a strong point of his. After long days of...going about his business as the Sakurazukamori, he rarely felt hungry. Despite that, there were limits to his forgetfulness.
He opened a cupboard door. No food in there. He opened another, and there was food in there - two weeks past its sell-by-date. Wrinkling his nose, he shut the cupboard.
The fridge was not to be thought of, given that it contained many years' worth of partly eaten takeaway meals, veritably pressed in to strata by virtue of the way they were crammed in. He was not going to disturb them if he could help it.
When, he wondered, was the last time he had gone shopping, and where had he put the groceries?
The day before yesterday he remembered stumbling into a corner shop whilst in a throughly sleep-deprived state. A few months ago the knowledge that he'd almost gone to sleep on the shop counter while paying for his groceries would have been embarassing, but now a tiny smile tugged at his lips. To think that the current Sakurazukamori was not living up to the high standards of his predecessor! Seishirou-san had never made an idiot of himself in this manner, Subaru was sure. What would he say, if he was here?
Would he say "Get something to eat, Subaru-kun."?
The shopping bag was finally discovered in the lower right kitchen cupboard. He tipped it out carefully on to the kitchen table.
Well.
It contained: a packet of cigarettes, a can of Coca-Cola, a tin of anchovies, and a jar of pickled onions.
Subaru belatedly considered the pros and cons of getting enough sleep before going shopping. It might, he conceded, have its advantages.
It would have to be the anchovies. Ever since Fuuma offered him what was left of Seishirou, round things floating in jars were not items he wanted to dwell on. Besides, he didn't like onions.
As he ate his sadly unappealing meal, he noticed that he was feeling nervous. What did he have to be nervous about? Still, he felt like there was someone watching him.
He turned around.
There on the table where he left them sat the pickled onions. Fifteen pale spheres in liquid lay in their jar. Mere vegetables. They could not be staring at him.
Even so, he put them back in the cupboard.
Edit: I should mention that this fanfic contains spoilers for post X16 Subaru. Also - a disclaimer: X and its characters are the property of CLAMP and not me, and this is not for profit.
Subaru realised he should probably eat something. Remembering to eat and sleep was not a strong point of his. After long days of...going about his business as the Sakurazukamori, he rarely felt hungry. Despite that, there were limits to his forgetfulness.
He opened a cupboard door. No food in there. He opened another, and there was food in there - two weeks past its sell-by-date. Wrinkling his nose, he shut the cupboard.
The fridge was not to be thought of, given that it contained many years' worth of partly eaten takeaway meals, veritably pressed in to strata by virtue of the way they were crammed in. He was not going to disturb them if he could help it.
When, he wondered, was the last time he had gone shopping, and where had he put the groceries?
The day before yesterday he remembered stumbling into a corner shop whilst in a throughly sleep-deprived state. A few months ago the knowledge that he'd almost gone to sleep on the shop counter while paying for his groceries would have been embarassing, but now a tiny smile tugged at his lips. To think that the current Sakurazukamori was not living up to the high standards of his predecessor! Seishirou-san had never made an idiot of himself in this manner, Subaru was sure. What would he say, if he was here?
Would he say "Get something to eat, Subaru-kun."?
The shopping bag was finally discovered in the lower right kitchen cupboard. He tipped it out carefully on to the kitchen table.
Well.
It contained: a packet of cigarettes, a can of Coca-Cola, a tin of anchovies, and a jar of pickled onions.
Subaru belatedly considered the pros and cons of getting enough sleep before going shopping. It might, he conceded, have its advantages.
It would have to be the anchovies. Ever since Fuuma offered him what was left of Seishirou, round things floating in jars were not items he wanted to dwell on. Besides, he didn't like onions.
As he ate his sadly unappealing meal, he noticed that he was feeling nervous. What did he have to be nervous about? Still, he felt like there was someone watching him.
He turned around.
There on the table where he left them sat the pickled onions. Fifteen pale spheres in liquid lay in their jar. Mere vegetables. They could not be staring at him.
Even so, he put them back in the cupboard.