Never Let Go
Card Captor Sakura Fanfic
Characters: Touya, Yukito
Rating: G (just)
Setting: The first Christmas after
Disclaimer: So not mine
Written as a 2005 Christmas request
for for still_ciircee. Written from Touya's POV.
almost funny watching Yukito try to hide the fact that he's still
hungry. His smile never falters and there's no other outward sign of
it, but he chases the very last crumb of Christmas cake around the
plate with his fork and you know that he'd lick the plate if noone was
around. You wonder why he tries to hide it when he knows you've seen
the amount of food he puts away at school. You wish he wouldn't. You
can feel him still being empty.
"More Christmas cake, Yuki?"
"Oh no, thank you Touya, I couldn't
possibly eat any more."
He's always so polite, even when
You slice the remainder of the cake
in half and dump it on his plate. "If you're hungry, say so."
"Aha. I can't hide anything from
you can I? Thank you To-ya."
No, Yuki can't hide anything from
The phantom pain in your stomach
slowly ebbs as Yuki devours the remainder, and you can finally relax.
"To-ya? Aren't you going to have
"Nah. Not hungry anymore."
you watch Yuki smile and murmur compliments about the cake (the result
of your last part-time job working in a bakery), you wonder briefly if
you should broach the matter of his obvious non-human nature. It seems
a good time. The two of you are alone in the house, Yuki's
near-insatiable hunger is finally at bay, and you think that you've
built your relationship to the stage where you trust one another
No. Your internal voice pipes up. Not yet.
Yuki sighs and pushes the plate
away. "I really mean it, that was delicious, To-ya."
"You want the rest?"
"Perhaps later." He rests his chin
on his hand. "Have I thanked you yet for inviting me out tonight?"
You grumble and turn away.
His voice is impish, "Just think,
I'll be the envy of all the girls at school. A Christmas Eve date with
You should say something about this
not being a date. You know you should.
You really, really should.
then Yuki is moving around the table towards you - fast, so fast - and
bending his head down to meet yours and it's so warm and his breath
smells heady and spicy and his mouth tastes of Christmas cake and you
melt against him which is just silly because he's the one who's snow after all but you
just can't help it...
Later, many kisses later, Yuki
settles in your lap like a child, and strokes your cheek.
"Merry Christmas, To-ya."
And you close your eyes and lean
into his warmth, and his emptiness is gone, and for the first time in
emptiness is gone too, and you hold him tight and swear that you will
never let him go. Never. Though the world may end and the sky fall down
around you, you will never let him go.
"Merry Christmas, Yuki."
A/N: Christmas Eve in Japan is more
of a date night than a family night, hence Yuki's comment at the end.