To follow up that last fanfic...
I was inspired!
Title: The Corset (..sounds like a Clow Card now, doesn't it!)
Authour: Me, Claire-chan!
Genre: Humour, G
Canon: Um... maybe?
Summary: Yuuko refuses to wear underclothes and Much Is Explained about Clow Reed's and henceforth Eriol's sanity.
Length: 412 words [20 paragraphs]
“Yuuko, you must…” a voice pleaded. “The master will be mad..” Clow approached the sound of this and made his way, unseen, into the room, as per his style.
“No,” Yukko was deliberately letting one shoulder of her thin shift droop and expose the cream skin underneath. She reclined on a bed. “I will not wear that torture device.”
A girl with two braided pigtails, looking to be the ancestor of a certain strangler to be born many years in the future, held up the corset desperately. “For the ball, it will make your figure more sightly…”
“If you’ll wear it, I’ll let you attend the ball and dance with the young men…” a smile tugged at the corner of the witch’s mouth and her eyes were glinting in the way as when she did what she did best.
“I’m already wearing one! Besides, it’s not of my class,” the maid snapped. “You have to appear in society!”
”I could set a spell so you look like me!” Yuuko turned, lazily flouting her curves. “Wouldn’t you like to act like me and fool everyone for a day?”
“Well..” the maid did appreciate acting. On second thought, to be like such a slob.. “No, madam, you must!”
“Well, well, Yuuko,” Clow laughed, and the attention brought to his presence also got a loud shriek and a corset fired magically in his poor head’s direction. The whalebone corset and the sorcerer’s head =/= OTP.
And this went to show why Clow was never quite right in the head ever since.
~~
“Wow, really, Kero-chan? How did you know that?” Sakura squeaked when the small plush was finished his tale, munching on the crumpet at the tea party Eriol had invited her to.
“I have my sources,” the plush toy grinned.
“Do you remember that, Eriol-kun?” Sakura cried, her eyes wide.
The boy had a bemused smile on his face, and his hazy gray eyes were unfocused. “I think by the end of that day she had me wearing that corset…” he mused to himself, in some other place and time.
“Uh… Eriol-kun…?”
He snapped out of the reverie. “No, not at all. Not one bit, Sakura-san,” he sipped at his tea and smiled at her politely. “Just a story.”
“Oh... silly Kero-chan.”
“It’s true!! I had to nurse Clow with my own two paw-“ Kero choked on his tart and Eriol smiled with a bit more force.
“Hoeee?” Sakura shook her head.
Owari!
Title: The Corset (..sounds like a Clow Card now, doesn't it!)
Authour: Me, Claire-chan!
Genre: Humour, G
Canon: Um... maybe?
Summary: Yuuko refuses to wear underclothes and Much Is Explained about Clow Reed's and henceforth Eriol's sanity.
Length: 412 words [20 paragraphs]
“Yuuko, you must…” a voice pleaded. “The master will be mad..” Clow approached the sound of this and made his way, unseen, into the room, as per his style.
“No,” Yukko was deliberately letting one shoulder of her thin shift droop and expose the cream skin underneath. She reclined on a bed. “I will not wear that torture device.”
A girl with two braided pigtails, looking to be the ancestor of a certain strangler to be born many years in the future, held up the corset desperately. “For the ball, it will make your figure more sightly…”
“If you’ll wear it, I’ll let you attend the ball and dance with the young men…” a smile tugged at the corner of the witch’s mouth and her eyes were glinting in the way as when she did what she did best.
“I’m already wearing one! Besides, it’s not of my class,” the maid snapped. “You have to appear in society!”
”I could set a spell so you look like me!” Yuuko turned, lazily flouting her curves. “Wouldn’t you like to act like me and fool everyone for a day?”
“Well..” the maid did appreciate acting. On second thought, to be like such a slob.. “No, madam, you must!”
“Well, well, Yuuko,” Clow laughed, and the attention brought to his presence also got a loud shriek and a corset fired magically in his poor head’s direction. The whalebone corset and the sorcerer’s head =/= OTP.
And this went to show why Clow was never quite right in the head ever since.
~~
“Wow, really, Kero-chan? How did you know that?” Sakura squeaked when the small plush was finished his tale, munching on the crumpet at the tea party Eriol had invited her to.
“I have my sources,” the plush toy grinned.
“Do you remember that, Eriol-kun?” Sakura cried, her eyes wide.
The boy had a bemused smile on his face, and his hazy gray eyes were unfocused. “I think by the end of that day she had me wearing that corset…” he mused to himself, in some other place and time.
“Uh… Eriol-kun…?”
He snapped out of the reverie. “No, not at all. Not one bit, Sakura-san,” he sipped at his tea and smiled at her politely. “Just a story.”
“Oh... silly Kero-chan.”
“It’s true!! I had to nurse Clow with my own two paw-“ Kero choked on his tart and Eriol smiled with a bit more force.
“Hoeee?” Sakura shook her head.
Owari!