A Hundred and One Kisses
Strawberry Jams and Riddles
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are most welcome of course!
Mikagami Morrigan
CLAMP and as much as I would want to claim Touya and Yuki all to
doing just this.
Written for
the LJ Community 101_kisses
challenge themes:
Theme#42- Riddle
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Yukito watches
Touya.
There was a
certain poetry to his movements that always mesmerized him, in which Yukito
found himself transfixed, even while the other boy occupied himself with
something so utterly mundane as prepare snacks for them…
out. Not that anyone would bother, or
even tried to attempt. It seemed that
the girls at school were satisfied at giggling and swooning over his athletic
physique and cool, mysterious aura—and just that.
…A sort of
prelude as he moved every cookie to arrange them neatly on a plate, delicate
fingers careful to touch each one, as if they were made of glass…
anyway. As long as I’ve known him, he
had glowered at anyone who wanted to get close to him.
continue to ogle.
…In slow
and careful rhythm, he took small dollops of strawberry jam and let them
trickle onto each piece, eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration…
that he ever possessed even an inkling of fondness for another person of the
opposite gender. Well, with the
exception of his sister. But that comes
naturally, I guess. Touya had always
watched out for Sakura-chan, ever since they were small.
just the way he shows his affection.
…Expression
as unreadable as ever, but a ghost of a smile was present on his lips when he
offered a piece of glazed cookie to Yukito…
attention to any other girl our age.
…Hands
white as snow reached out for the pastry, eyes clear as amber focused
elsewhere. All consciousness of the
presence of food forgotten…
surprised that his lack of involvement with a girl had quickly became one of
the “Seven Mysteries of Seijou High”.
…He must
have taken a bite or two, but he never tasted neither the soft crumbles of the
cookie nor the dewy sweetness of strawberry…
waiting for the right person to come along.
I’m sure Touya would soften as soon as he finds her.
“Yuki.”
always spoke his name, in which Yukito would always find himself drawn to his
voice, as the older boy called him out of his reverie.
It was
probably the intensity of Touya’s gaze, or embarrassment at having been caught
at the wake of his own vigil, all the same, Yukito felt his cheeks burn.
“Daijoubu ka?
You’re not touching your cookies.”
He blinked
in the vein of looking innocent. “Boku? Ah, aa.
Daijoubu…” Perhaps a smile could chase the rest of the blush away.
“Yuki,
kimi—“ His senses turned into in disarray as Touya all of a sudden leaned in and
brushed wet lips against his chin. There
was a sort of pleasant chill that ran down his spine in that briefest of
contacts, however, before any other thought cross his mind, Touya had smacked
his lips, turning away nonchalantly as if nothing happened. “You had strawberry
jam on your chin.”
Yukito
smiles.
Kinomoto Touya is a masterpiece riddle.
And nobody has figured him out.
Nobody—except me.