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Story: I've seen worse
Pairings: Yukito/Toya, Kurogane/Fai
Rating: Pg-13
Warning: All the derp. Sex--talk. Sakura being a delightfully evil little monster.
Summary: Sakura isn't nearly as horrified as she should be when she walks in on her brother and his lover.
Note: I hope it's alright that I post this here even though Kurogane and Fai are absent, since the fic is still very much concerns them. If it's not alright, just tell me, and I'll remove it with all speed.
***
It starts with Yukito once more slipping unthinkingly into keigo, as he usually does after a long day full of official meetings. They are alone in Toya’s private sitting room at the time, and the king’s subsequent response is to pounce on the high priest and wrestle him into a sofa. There, he assails his lover with a barrage of kisses, muttering in between that maybe if he bites his tongue off, Yukito will stop that nonsense. The priest replies a bit primly that Toya is far too fond of his tongue to do that, but doesn’t really seem to mind being assaulted in such a manner.
After a couple of minutes, Yukito flips them around so he can pin Toya’s hands to the cushions with one hand, starting to undo his complicated ceremonial garb with the other. A short while later, they are both halfway undressed and breathing pretty heavily, their kisses turning more sloppy and aggressive with need.
And it’s at this point when they suddenly hear a cheerful voice saying, “Toya, are you hiding in he- Oh.”
Yukito flies away from Toya as if someone just wired a thousand volt into the king, trips on his own discarded clothes, and ends up landing with a spectacular THUD on his ass. Toya scrambles to sit up, right his undershirt and pull up his halfway undone pants at the same time, and unsurprisingly is not very successful with either endeavor.
Sakura giggles.
“Uhm. I’m really sorry.” She claps her hand over her mouth, her cheeks burning red but her eyes shining with unabashed laughter. “You… really should lock the door when you’re…. uhm… doing those kind of things.”
Her brother and the priest gape at her, both blushing fiercely, but neither nearly as amused as the princess, who is shaking with quiet giggles. Yukito is, hardly surprisingly, the first one to manage to pull himself together enough to speak.
“You’re laughing,” he says, sounding rather scandalized.
“S-sorry,” Sakura splutters, jamming a finger into her mouth and biting it hard. Regaining some of her composure after a while, she breathes in deep and then smiles beatifically at the two of them. “There. Better?”
“Not really,” Yukito says weakly. “I have to say, of all the reactions I would expect to… to this, that definitely wasn’t one of them.”
“Well,” the princess replies reasonably, “I did already know about the two of you.”
“You did?” Toya manages to squeeze out, but he’s waved into silence by Yukito.
“Of course you did,” the high priest agrees, sending his lover an amused glance. “I was more referring to... well…”
“Oh, that,” Sakura says, going a bit pink again. “Well, to be honest, I’ve seen worse.” This is followed by yet another giggle.
“What?” both the men exclaim, with varying levels of outrage. Yukito mostly looks shocked and horrified, while Toya looks ready to brutally murder whoever had exposed his little sister to… well, worse.
Sakura sighs a bit. “I guess I’ll have to explain. Uhm… maybe I should wait for you in my room so you can… ah, put on clothes?” It is possible that she intends for the pointed look she gives them to be subtle, but she’s still a bit too young to know how much is too much.
“An excellent idea,” Yukito says firmly, once more cutting Toya short; since he’s just spluttering incoherently, it hardly matters. “If you excuse us, princess?”
“Of course,” Sakura says brightly, all but bouncing out of there, and the last look she sends the two of them is positively wicked.
“Her explanation notwithstanding,” Yukito mumbles, “do you get the feeling that the princess has been keeping bad company?”
“Yeah,” Toya agrees, covering his face in his hands and slumping back on the couch.
~*~*~*~
Not much later - because no matter what Sakura was implying, there are some things that act rather effectively in the same way a cold shower normally does - the king and the high priest knock on the door to the princess’ quarters. Toya has gotten over the initial shock by now, and has reverted to his default “protecting the princess against the horrors of the world (and that means YOU, brat)”-behavior. Yukito is somewhat more collected, if still embarrassed - mostly he’s worried about having to rein in his lover’s temper.
Sakura shows them into her sitting room. She’s prepared tea, which she calmly pours into cups, smiling serenely and acting completely unperturbed by the whole thing. It makes Yukito reflect that although it was not this Sakura’s body which was present for most of the travels she told him about, having her memories must mean that she has also grown from the experience. She used to be more easily flustered.
As if reading his mind, Sakura begins. “Well, when I say that I have seen worse, it’s not entirely true. But having her memories, I might as well.” She laughs a bit ruefully, cheeks going a bit pink. “You know the two men who were travelling with us? Kurogane-san and Fai-san?”
“Yes?” Yukito ventures a bit hesitantly. Toya’s glare intensifies.
“Well, the two of them have… a rather special relationship. They’re very close, just like you, but they…” She thoughtfully puts a finger to her lips. “There’s a bit more shouting and teasing involved, I guess.” She smiles fondly. “And they’re both rather impulsive men, you see, and they don’t always think their actions through. Even more so when they’re… uhm, eager, I guess.” Now she definitely does look flustered, and Yukito chuckles, something that earns him a scalding glare from his lover. Which he promptly ignores.
“Ah. And the two of them were…?”
“They did close the door,” Sakura mumbles, wringing one of her sleeves in her hands. “But travelling together like that, we became… rather like a family, I suppose. We were used to walking in and out of each other’s rooms. Uhm… Only that time, it wasn’t a very good opportunity to be walking into Fai’s room, I guess.”
“Those two…” Toya growls, and Sakura promptly smacks his arm.
“It’s not like they did it on purpose,” she scolds him. “They were really embarrassed by the whole thing.” And then she hesitates, going a bit redder. “Well, Kurogane-san was. And Fai-san was too, once he stopped laughing.”
“What exactly was so funny about that?” Toya grinds out.
“Well, he…” Sakura giggles, looking a bit awkward. “You see, his automatic response was of course to apologize immediately, but what with the situation… uhm… he had a bit of a hard time… articulating…” She starts laughing when she sees how much this horrifies them. “And then when he… didn’t have his mouth full… he was sort of laughing too hard to say much at all. Also, Kurogane-san had thrown him to the floor by then.”
“I know that I may regret this,” Yukito said, “but why did he do that?”
“Well,” Sakura says, once more with her most reasonable voice despite the laughter. “I imagine he thought that Fai-san's face was in the way. He was rather in a hurry to cover himself.” She grimaces. “Poor Kurogane-san. He didn’t actually realize that I was there until Fai-san started… talking. Or well, trying to talk.” She looks a bit downcast. “He couldn’t look me in the eyes for a week.”
“At least he appears to have some shame in his body,” Toya mutters, apparently deciding that Fai was the villain in the drama.
Sakura sighs irritably. “Really, Toya. Fai-san was very upset about the whole thing too. That’s one of the reasons he was laughing. He’s not terribly good at handling feelings.” She leans her chin in her hands, fixing Toya with a surprisingly serious look. “He did apologize afterwards. Both to me and Kurogane-san. He… didn’t take the laughter too well.”
“I can imagine,” Yukito agrees. “It’s not exactly the kind of situation where you’d want your lover to laugh at you.”
“I guess not.” Sakura once more smiles angelically. “And it wasn’t made any easier for him by Syaoran thinking it was kind of… well, funny. That is,” she amends, “after he stopped being horrified on my behalf. He smiled a lot when he saw how awkward they were around us.” Her eyes have a faraway look to them now, as she’s caught up in her clone’s memories. “It was nice to see him smile.”
Toya is still looking upset, although Yukito can see that he’s having troubles deciding exactly who he’s upset with. Sakura looks rather pleased with the reaction, even though the subject seems to have unsettled her. It must be strange to have someone else’s memories, when that someone else is you, and would’ve acted in the exact same way.
“So,” the priest says, returning to the original topic, “I guess when you saw the two of us…”
“It wasn’t so bad,” Sakura fills in rather diplomatically. “But I’ll remember to knock. After a couple of lesser incidents, Syaoran and I learned pretty quickly to knock every time we were entering a room where they might’ve been together.” She taps a finger against her lips, reconsidering. “Well, actually, we learned to knock every time we entered any room.”
“They didn’t stop?” Toya asks, clearly not thinking as much as reacting. Yukito rolls his eyes and Sakura snorts loudly in a not very princess-like way.
“What, stop having sex?” she demands, and Toya looks horrified that she even knows that word. “Honestly, brother.”
Her glare seems to serve to get Toya back to his senses a bit. “I guess not,” he mutters, leaning back a bit and sending Yukito a withering glare. The high priest just smiles.
“At any rate, I’d rather not see my brother and Yukito-san in such a situation,” Sakura finishes primly, “so I’ll be sure to knock. And maybe you should remember to lock the door after you. If you aren’t too busy, of course.” The jibe hits home, and Sakura smiles blithely at their flushed faces. “Now, if you excuse me, I’m sure you have business of state to attend to.”
And without further ado, they are heaved out of her room. “I think Princess Sakura is growing up,” Yukito notes a bit distractedly, staring at nothing much.
Toya grimaces. “I guess it can’t be helped.”
Yukito sends him an amused sideways glance. “It usually happens to children. Even princesses. Even little sisters.” To this, Toya mutters something inaudible. “Excuse me, what?”
“So do brats,” Toya mumbles, a bit louder this time. And Yukito laughs.
Pairings: Yukito/Toya, Kurogane/Fai
Rating: Pg-13
Warning: All the derp. Sex--talk. Sakura being a delightfully evil little monster.
Summary: Sakura isn't nearly as horrified as she should be when she walks in on her brother and his lover.
Note: I hope it's alright that I post this here even though Kurogane and Fai are absent, since the fic is still very much concerns them. If it's not alright, just tell me, and I'll remove it with all speed.
***
It starts with Yukito once more slipping unthinkingly into keigo, as he usually does after a long day full of official meetings. They are alone in Toya’s private sitting room at the time, and the king’s subsequent response is to pounce on the high priest and wrestle him into a sofa. There, he assails his lover with a barrage of kisses, muttering in between that maybe if he bites his tongue off, Yukito will stop that nonsense. The priest replies a bit primly that Toya is far too fond of his tongue to do that, but doesn’t really seem to mind being assaulted in such a manner.
After a couple of minutes, Yukito flips them around so he can pin Toya’s hands to the cushions with one hand, starting to undo his complicated ceremonial garb with the other. A short while later, they are both halfway undressed and breathing pretty heavily, their kisses turning more sloppy and aggressive with need.
And it’s at this point when they suddenly hear a cheerful voice saying, “Toya, are you hiding in he- Oh.”
Yukito flies away from Toya as if someone just wired a thousand volt into the king, trips on his own discarded clothes, and ends up landing with a spectacular THUD on his ass. Toya scrambles to sit up, right his undershirt and pull up his halfway undone pants at the same time, and unsurprisingly is not very successful with either endeavor.
Sakura giggles.
“Uhm. I’m really sorry.” She claps her hand over her mouth, her cheeks burning red but her eyes shining with unabashed laughter. “You… really should lock the door when you’re…. uhm… doing those kind of things.”
Her brother and the priest gape at her, both blushing fiercely, but neither nearly as amused as the princess, who is shaking with quiet giggles. Yukito is, hardly surprisingly, the first one to manage to pull himself together enough to speak.
“You’re laughing,” he says, sounding rather scandalized.
“S-sorry,” Sakura splutters, jamming a finger into her mouth and biting it hard. Regaining some of her composure after a while, she breathes in deep and then smiles beatifically at the two of them. “There. Better?”
“Not really,” Yukito says weakly. “I have to say, of all the reactions I would expect to… to this, that definitely wasn’t one of them.”
“Well,” the princess replies reasonably, “I did already know about the two of you.”
“You did?” Toya manages to squeeze out, but he’s waved into silence by Yukito.
“Of course you did,” the high priest agrees, sending his lover an amused glance. “I was more referring to... well…”
“Oh, that,” Sakura says, going a bit pink again. “Well, to be honest, I’ve seen worse.” This is followed by yet another giggle.
“What?” both the men exclaim, with varying levels of outrage. Yukito mostly looks shocked and horrified, while Toya looks ready to brutally murder whoever had exposed his little sister to… well, worse.
Sakura sighs a bit. “I guess I’ll have to explain. Uhm… maybe I should wait for you in my room so you can… ah, put on clothes?” It is possible that she intends for the pointed look she gives them to be subtle, but she’s still a bit too young to know how much is too much.
“An excellent idea,” Yukito says firmly, once more cutting Toya short; since he’s just spluttering incoherently, it hardly matters. “If you excuse us, princess?”
“Of course,” Sakura says brightly, all but bouncing out of there, and the last look she sends the two of them is positively wicked.
“Her explanation notwithstanding,” Yukito mumbles, “do you get the feeling that the princess has been keeping bad company?”
“Yeah,” Toya agrees, covering his face in his hands and slumping back on the couch.
~*~*~*~
Not much later - because no matter what Sakura was implying, there are some things that act rather effectively in the same way a cold shower normally does - the king and the high priest knock on the door to the princess’ quarters. Toya has gotten over the initial shock by now, and has reverted to his default “protecting the princess against the horrors of the world (and that means YOU, brat)”-behavior. Yukito is somewhat more collected, if still embarrassed - mostly he’s worried about having to rein in his lover’s temper.
Sakura shows them into her sitting room. She’s prepared tea, which she calmly pours into cups, smiling serenely and acting completely unperturbed by the whole thing. It makes Yukito reflect that although it was not this Sakura’s body which was present for most of the travels she told him about, having her memories must mean that she has also grown from the experience. She used to be more easily flustered.
As if reading his mind, Sakura begins. “Well, when I say that I have seen worse, it’s not entirely true. But having her memories, I might as well.” She laughs a bit ruefully, cheeks going a bit pink. “You know the two men who were travelling with us? Kurogane-san and Fai-san?”
“Yes?” Yukito ventures a bit hesitantly. Toya’s glare intensifies.
“Well, the two of them have… a rather special relationship. They’re very close, just like you, but they…” She thoughtfully puts a finger to her lips. “There’s a bit more shouting and teasing involved, I guess.” She smiles fondly. “And they’re both rather impulsive men, you see, and they don’t always think their actions through. Even more so when they’re… uhm, eager, I guess.” Now she definitely does look flustered, and Yukito chuckles, something that earns him a scalding glare from his lover. Which he promptly ignores.
“Ah. And the two of them were…?”
“They did close the door,” Sakura mumbles, wringing one of her sleeves in her hands. “But travelling together like that, we became… rather like a family, I suppose. We were used to walking in and out of each other’s rooms. Uhm… Only that time, it wasn’t a very good opportunity to be walking into Fai’s room, I guess.”
“Those two…” Toya growls, and Sakura promptly smacks his arm.
“It’s not like they did it on purpose,” she scolds him. “They were really embarrassed by the whole thing.” And then she hesitates, going a bit redder. “Well, Kurogane-san was. And Fai-san was too, once he stopped laughing.”
“What exactly was so funny about that?” Toya grinds out.
“Well, he…” Sakura giggles, looking a bit awkward. “You see, his automatic response was of course to apologize immediately, but what with the situation… uhm… he had a bit of a hard time… articulating…” She starts laughing when she sees how much this horrifies them. “And then when he… didn’t have his mouth full… he was sort of laughing too hard to say much at all. Also, Kurogane-san had thrown him to the floor by then.”
“I know that I may regret this,” Yukito said, “but why did he do that?”
“Well,” Sakura says, once more with her most reasonable voice despite the laughter. “I imagine he thought that Fai-san's face was in the way. He was rather in a hurry to cover himself.” She grimaces. “Poor Kurogane-san. He didn’t actually realize that I was there until Fai-san started… talking. Or well, trying to talk.” She looks a bit downcast. “He couldn’t look me in the eyes for a week.”
“At least he appears to have some shame in his body,” Toya mutters, apparently deciding that Fai was the villain in the drama.
Sakura sighs irritably. “Really, Toya. Fai-san was very upset about the whole thing too. That’s one of the reasons he was laughing. He’s not terribly good at handling feelings.” She leans her chin in her hands, fixing Toya with a surprisingly serious look. “He did apologize afterwards. Both to me and Kurogane-san. He… didn’t take the laughter too well.”
“I can imagine,” Yukito agrees. “It’s not exactly the kind of situation where you’d want your lover to laugh at you.”
“I guess not.” Sakura once more smiles angelically. “And it wasn’t made any easier for him by Syaoran thinking it was kind of… well, funny. That is,” she amends, “after he stopped being horrified on my behalf. He smiled a lot when he saw how awkward they were around us.” Her eyes have a faraway look to them now, as she’s caught up in her clone’s memories. “It was nice to see him smile.”
Toya is still looking upset, although Yukito can see that he’s having troubles deciding exactly who he’s upset with. Sakura looks rather pleased with the reaction, even though the subject seems to have unsettled her. It must be strange to have someone else’s memories, when that someone else is you, and would’ve acted in the exact same way.
“So,” the priest says, returning to the original topic, “I guess when you saw the two of us…”
“It wasn’t so bad,” Sakura fills in rather diplomatically. “But I’ll remember to knock. After a couple of lesser incidents, Syaoran and I learned pretty quickly to knock every time we were entering a room where they might’ve been together.” She taps a finger against her lips, reconsidering. “Well, actually, we learned to knock every time we entered any room.”
“They didn’t stop?” Toya asks, clearly not thinking as much as reacting. Yukito rolls his eyes and Sakura snorts loudly in a not very princess-like way.
“What, stop having sex?” she demands, and Toya looks horrified that she even knows that word. “Honestly, brother.”
Her glare seems to serve to get Toya back to his senses a bit. “I guess not,” he mutters, leaning back a bit and sending Yukito a withering glare. The high priest just smiles.
“At any rate, I’d rather not see my brother and Yukito-san in such a situation,” Sakura finishes primly, “so I’ll be sure to knock. And maybe you should remember to lock the door after you. If you aren’t too busy, of course.” The jibe hits home, and Sakura smiles blithely at their flushed faces. “Now, if you excuse me, I’m sure you have business of state to attend to.”
And without further ado, they are heaved out of her room. “I think Princess Sakura is growing up,” Yukito notes a bit distractedly, staring at nothing much.
Toya grimaces. “I guess it can’t be helped.”
Yukito sends him an amused sideways glance. “It usually happens to children. Even princesses. Even little sisters.” To this, Toya mutters something inaudible. “Excuse me, what?”
“So do brats,” Toya mumbles, a bit louder this time. And Yukito laughs.