One-shot: The Gift, Part 1?
Series: Card Captor Sakura (I mean, what else is there? xD)
Rating/Warning(s): PG. Manga-based, continuation after the end.
Genre: General character interaction.
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Touya + Sonomi, Fujitaka at the end.
Author's Notes: Actually part of the new chapter of "Broken Toy" but so good on its own, that I feel the need to post it apart. Plus, I rarely get to write Touya+Sonomi. Towa University, is Fujitaka's workplace, if I am not mistaken.
Also part of something else down my timeline, that's why it's mostly posted separatedly.
Hopefully won't take long to post more fiction xD
The Gift
Touya was now stuck with a rather impatient looking Sonomi. It was the first time she had ever come to this house, and the first time dropping off Tomoyo by her own. It was always the limousines and bodyguards who came by.
“So, would you like something to drink?” Touya offered, guessing she meant to stay until Tomoyo came back downstairs. Her heels clicked at the hard wood floor, impatiently, and nodded curtly in acceptance.She followed Touya to the kitchen, unnerving the boy even more. Today had to be the weirdest day since that creep had left. The Chinese one, of course.
“You are now in college, right?” she sounded vaguely interested, which Touya noted was just her, trying to make an effort and be...wait, what?
“Yeah” he took out two glasses, heading for the fridge, “Fortunately, we have some lemonade.”
Sonomi smiled faintly. How like the son of Nadeshiko to know exactly what to offer her to drink. “At Towa, I presume.”
“Actually,” he served the fresh drink slowly, “I got accepted at Tokyo University of Science.”
A perfect eyebrow rose at that, “That’s quite a feat. And ways from here.”
“-ts okay, I got a motor bike.”
“How can you afford that?” blunt, as expected.
“Scholarship. Athletic.” You could just feel the love.
“Track team?”
“Soccer team.”
She took a long sip, “of course, you are more competitive. You are an Amamiya, afterall.”
Touya glared, but said nothing in return. That name did no good for him, either way. After that, there did not seem to be anything else to say, so they both just sat there for a while.
“Grandfather is in town.”
Touya set down his glass rather hard against the kitchen table but said nothing.
“He was the one that sent us here, actually. Though Tomoyo was also rather hurried.”
“This sudden interest is rather unexpected,” he replied sarcastically. Sonomi simply shook her head and sighed, “he is your grandfather…”
“My grandparents are dead, from both sides. Have always been, ever since I have memory.”
“Call it what you may, you are still related.”
“Funny how now all off a sudden we are family.”
“He sent you something.”
At that, Touya turned to look at her, incredulous look on his face, “what?”
“Last time, when Sakura-chan sent him the birthday present, he just sent her a return present. Now, he sends yours.”
Disgusted, Touya turned to the sink and busied himself with some dishes. “I don’t want anything from that man.”
“He also said you would turn it down.”
“Then why bother?” Touya growled back.
“Because it is something that belonged to your mother.”
That statement earned a broken dish, a yelp, and some swearing. Sonomi simply stared, impassive, “so?”
“I don’t want it. Take it back.”
“You won’t even see what it is?”
“Don’t need to. It was hers because it was his, then I don’t need it.”
“I see,” Sonomi sighed, defeated. Touya then turned, as he heard his father’s footsteps, and he could have sworn Sonomi had a rather relieved look on her face. Wait, what??
“Oh, Sonomi-kun, are you waiting for Tomoyo-chan?” Fujitaka asked as a way of greeting.
“Way of stating the obvious, sensei,” Sonomi glared, as customary. He simply smiled that infuriating smile of his, true to nature, “It will take a while, so shall we take a walk? The weather is quite nice tonight.”
Sonomi was not stupid. She knew well the professor wanted her out of the house, for whatever reason. Yet, she obliged, “fine, but you have some explaining to do.”
He simply answered back, “don’t I always?”
As they left, Touya wondered idly, why he was always the one left out of things, and the last one to always find out.
Rating/Warning(s): PG. Manga-based, continuation after the end.
Genre: General character interaction.
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Touya + Sonomi, Fujitaka at the end.
Author's Notes: Actually part of the new chapter of "Broken Toy" but so good on its own, that I feel the need to post it apart. Plus, I rarely get to write Touya+Sonomi. Towa University, is Fujitaka's workplace, if I am not mistaken.
Also part of something else down my timeline, that's why it's mostly posted separatedly.
Hopefully won't take long to post more fiction xD
The Gift
Touya was now stuck with a rather impatient looking Sonomi. It was the first time she had ever come to this house, and the first time dropping off Tomoyo by her own. It was always the limousines and bodyguards who came by.
“So, would you like something to drink?” Touya offered, guessing she meant to stay until Tomoyo came back downstairs. Her heels clicked at the hard wood floor, impatiently, and nodded curtly in acceptance.She followed Touya to the kitchen, unnerving the boy even more. Today had to be the weirdest day since that creep had left. The Chinese one, of course.
“You are now in college, right?” she sounded vaguely interested, which Touya noted was just her, trying to make an effort and be...wait, what?
“Yeah” he took out two glasses, heading for the fridge, “Fortunately, we have some lemonade.”
Sonomi smiled faintly. How like the son of Nadeshiko to know exactly what to offer her to drink. “At Towa, I presume.”
“Actually,” he served the fresh drink slowly, “I got accepted at Tokyo University of Science.”
A perfect eyebrow rose at that, “That’s quite a feat. And ways from here.”
“-ts okay, I got a motor bike.”
“How can you afford that?” blunt, as expected.
“Scholarship. Athletic.” You could just feel the love.
“Track team?”
“Soccer team.”
She took a long sip, “of course, you are more competitive. You are an Amamiya, afterall.”
Touya glared, but said nothing in return. That name did no good for him, either way. After that, there did not seem to be anything else to say, so they both just sat there for a while.
“Grandfather is in town.”
Touya set down his glass rather hard against the kitchen table but said nothing.
“He was the one that sent us here, actually. Though Tomoyo was also rather hurried.”
“This sudden interest is rather unexpected,” he replied sarcastically. Sonomi simply shook her head and sighed, “he is your grandfather…”
“My grandparents are dead, from both sides. Have always been, ever since I have memory.”
“Call it what you may, you are still related.”
“Funny how now all off a sudden we are family.”
“He sent you something.”
At that, Touya turned to look at her, incredulous look on his face, “what?”
“Last time, when Sakura-chan sent him the birthday present, he just sent her a return present. Now, he sends yours.”
Disgusted, Touya turned to the sink and busied himself with some dishes. “I don’t want anything from that man.”
“He also said you would turn it down.”
“Then why bother?” Touya growled back.
“Because it is something that belonged to your mother.”
That statement earned a broken dish, a yelp, and some swearing. Sonomi simply stared, impassive, “so?”
“I don’t want it. Take it back.”
“You won’t even see what it is?”
“Don’t need to. It was hers because it was his, then I don’t need it.”
“I see,” Sonomi sighed, defeated. Touya then turned, as he heard his father’s footsteps, and he could have sworn Sonomi had a rather relieved look on her face. Wait, what??
“Oh, Sonomi-kun, are you waiting for Tomoyo-chan?” Fujitaka asked as a way of greeting.
“Way of stating the obvious, sensei,” Sonomi glared, as customary. He simply smiled that infuriating smile of his, true to nature, “It will take a while, so shall we take a walk? The weather is quite nice tonight.”
Sonomi was not stupid. She knew well the professor wanted her out of the house, for whatever reason. Yet, she obliged, “fine, but you have some explaining to do.”
He simply answered back, “don’t I always?”
As they left, Touya wondered idly, why he was always the one left out of things, and the last one to always find out.