give me a long kiss goodnight, and everything will be all right
Number two in my ongoing series of fics that didn't quite make it. This one rubs me the wrong way and I don't know why. Which is the worst thing. I like it when I can point out exactly what it is I don't like about something, even if I can't figure out how to fix it. Oh well.
title: Sleepless
fandom: Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle
pairing: Kurogane/Sakura
words: 393
spoilers: up to and including ch 143 (Infinity)
notes: I wrote this fic awhile ago (right after 143 came out, actually), and now that we've moved forward a bit, it doesn't really make sense in light of a whole bunch of current developments (especially Kurogane in 147). But I don't want to change it to make it work. So nyah. I guess it's a little AU. Or OOC. Or something.
rating: G
for 15pairings theme #02: "you've got two choices." - (I hope the quotes don't mean I'm supposed to use the phrase in the fic. Because I definitely didn't. ^_^;; ehe, whoo)
Sometimes when she thinks about it she can't sleep. Her mind is so wrapped in the decision she's made and thoughts of what may happen and what will happen that it evades her to the point that she gets out of her bed to wander the house. Maybe fresh air will help. Or that odd drink that passes for warm milk in this country.
Kurogane is in the living room, half empty bottle in hand. He doesn't seem surprised that she's up at this hour, but then, he rarely seems surprised by anything anymore. She takes a glass from the cabinet and sits beside him.
"It's strong," he warns, even as he fills her glass with the dark liquid. And it is, she learns, taking a sip and feeling it burn its way down her throat. She doesn't gag, but coughs twice before relaxing and vowing next time to take a smaller sip when Kurogane tells her something is strong.
If there is a next time.
He doesn't ask her why she's up, and she affords him the same courtesy. They sit in comfortable silence until her glass is nearly empty and she's actually become used to the harsh smelling liquor.
"Whatever you've decided to do, you should stop worrying about it," he says suddenly, vaguely and her eyes snap up to look at him. He isn't looking at her. "I'll take care of the kid and the idiot and the meat bun," and now he does turn to her and the full weight of his gaze leaves her feeling slightly helpless, "so you do whatever it is you have to."
She isn't used to people believing in her so completely. The people of Clow country had loved her, but it was her brother that they had trusted with their lives. She isn't used to being presented with decisions and being trusted to make the right one. But Kurogane's eyes are sincere, if intense, and it's then that she decides to trust herself. It's then that she decides for certain that the path she's chosen is the right one.
She stands up, puts her glass down on the table and kisses his cheek. "Thank you, Kurogane-san," she says before heading back to her room. She thinks she'll miss him greatly when everything is over.
This time, when she goes to bed, she sleeps.
title: Sleepless
fandom: Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle
pairing: Kurogane/Sakura
words: 393
spoilers: up to and including ch 143 (Infinity)
notes: I wrote this fic awhile ago (right after 143 came out, actually), and now that we've moved forward a bit, it doesn't really make sense in light of a whole bunch of current developments (especially Kurogane in 147). But I don't want to change it to make it work. So nyah. I guess it's a little AU. Or OOC. Or something.
rating: G
for 15pairings theme #02: "you've got two choices." - (I hope the quotes don't mean I'm supposed to use the phrase in the fic. Because I definitely didn't. ^_^;; ehe, whoo)
Sometimes when she thinks about it she can't sleep. Her mind is so wrapped in the decision she's made and thoughts of what may happen and what will happen that it evades her to the point that she gets out of her bed to wander the house. Maybe fresh air will help. Or that odd drink that passes for warm milk in this country.
Kurogane is in the living room, half empty bottle in hand. He doesn't seem surprised that she's up at this hour, but then, he rarely seems surprised by anything anymore. She takes a glass from the cabinet and sits beside him.
"It's strong," he warns, even as he fills her glass with the dark liquid. And it is, she learns, taking a sip and feeling it burn its way down her throat. She doesn't gag, but coughs twice before relaxing and vowing next time to take a smaller sip when Kurogane tells her something is strong.
If there is a next time.
He doesn't ask her why she's up, and she affords him the same courtesy. They sit in comfortable silence until her glass is nearly empty and she's actually become used to the harsh smelling liquor.
"Whatever you've decided to do, you should stop worrying about it," he says suddenly, vaguely and her eyes snap up to look at him. He isn't looking at her. "I'll take care of the kid and the idiot and the meat bun," and now he does turn to her and the full weight of his gaze leaves her feeling slightly helpless, "so you do whatever it is you have to."
She isn't used to people believing in her so completely. The people of Clow country had loved her, but it was her brother that they had trusted with their lives. She isn't used to being presented with decisions and being trusted to make the right one. But Kurogane's eyes are sincere, if intense, and it's then that she decides to trust herself. It's then that she decides for certain that the path she's chosen is the right one.
She stands up, puts her glass down on the table and kisses his cheek. "Thank you, Kurogane-san," she says before heading back to her room. She thinks she'll miss him greatly when everything is over.
This time, when she goes to bed, she sleeps.