The Morning After
Warnings: This fic is silly and pointless. It’s a Yue/Subaru pairing, so that says something right there. We’re not going into the logistics of how they met or why they’re in the same universe. Nor are we going into the consequences of this fic. It’s a one-shot written purely for shits and giggles; our own and everyone else’s amusement. That said...
Warnings: Yaoi. Fluff. Drunk!Characters. Spoilers for all of Tokyo Babylon, X/99 (up to and including manga 16), and Card Captor Sakura (manga and series).
Credits: This was inspired by Meia-chan, when summing up what would happen if X and CCS actually crossed over. ::hugs and a cookie to Meia:: And the bit about Clow kissing Yue is a shameless reference to Shadows of the Moon, by Leareth. Yume-neechan, sorry we wrote this without you... we got bored.
Additional warning: The Yue in this is the Yue from our story Blood Bind. You don’t need to have read Blood Bind to get the fic. All you need to know is that Yue is no longer sharing a body with Yuki. It’s just Yue. Yuki is probably off screwing Touya quite happily.
“An’ then!” Yue gestured towards the ceiling. “He just casually informs me -- oh, by the way, I’m going to die today. Just like that!”
Subaru nodded understandingly and took another swig of his sake. “Jerk. Could be worse though -- least he didn’t pretend he was in love with you the whole time and then try to feed you a tree. At least yours had the dignity to die of a disease.”
“That’s true I suppose.” Yue signaled the bartender and got another drink.
“I mean, he committed suicide using me as a weapon. How’s that for unfair? Assisted suicide is supposed to be condoned by both people.”
Yue suddenly pointed to him. “Has he come back?”
“Huh?” Subaru reached for his glass and nearly knocked it over.
“Mine came back.” Yue’s tone of voice somehow managed to be disgusted and depressed at the same time. “As an eleven-year-old, no less! And he’s just like ‘oh, sorry, I don’t want you anymore.’ And he’s got this . . . this . . . this thing to replace me! She looks like a butterfly and I hate her.”
“’Cause she looks like a butterfly?” Subaru sounded confused.
“No, ‘cause she’s mean and she keeps glomping To-ya . . . I mean Touya. You look like To-ya, kinda . . . I like that.” Yue gave him a rather drunken smile.
“Who’s Touya?”
“My mistress’ older brother. He’s . . . gorgeous.” Yue considered this statement. “Actually I think he’s more than gorgeous. But he’s Yukito’s. Not mine. It’s kinda my fault they’re together anyway . . . actually it’s not! It’s all Clow’s fault. He set up everything and I thought it was my fault but it isn’t. Clow’s just a jerk.”
“All men are jerks,” Subaru said with a nod. “Especially when they go and die on you. Or kill people you love. That sucks too.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.” Subaru took a very long drink of his sake. “He killed my sister too. Hadn’t I mentioned that? It was awful.” He rubbed his eyes. “This is right after trying to kill me. And it’s her fault he’s dead, ‘cause she put this spell on him that if he ever tried to kill me again, I’d end up killing him. I’m sure she thought it was a good idea, but she never really thought ahead much . . .”
“Oh,” Yue said, then, “That sucks.”
“I’m amazed you followed it all.” Subaru looked around for another drink.
“I was created by Clow Reed. The master of . . . schemes and plots and complicated things.”
“Okay,” Subaru said. “So what else did yours do?”
“Kerberos,” Yue said succinctly.
“What?”
“Loudmouthed, laughs too much, eats too much, makes a joke out of everything, and goads me shamelessly every time he sees me.”
Subaru considered this. “Sounds like Hokuto-chan, my sister.”
“Is she some sort of cat wearing a bizarre helmet?”
“No . . .”
“Then I win.”
“Okay.” Subaru finally got more sake and began to drink it at a fairly rapid pace. “Ne . . . I’ll bet yours didn’t lose an eye to protect you and make you feel all bad about it so you ended up getting your eye poked out nine years later.”
“Oh, so that’s how that happened . . . I was wondering.”
“Well, he didn’t do it . . . the Kamui did, but I only let him because I thought he was Seishirou. I dunno . . . think I’d gotten clunked on the head or something.”
“Okay, well, did yours ever kiss you?”
“No. Course not.”
“Mine did.”
“No! When?”
“Just once.”
“Was he leading you on?”
“No, he wasn’t, he just . . . I dunno . . . he never did it again and I knew he wouldn’t so I guess he was doing it to make me happy but it only made me feel worse.”
“Men,” Subaru said. “They don’t understand anything. At least yours didn’t make a dying confession of love to you! I was just standing there thinking about how much I hate him except I love him and now I have to feed his stupid tree!”
“Eh?” Yue looked confused.
“Soul-sucking trees. Can’t live with ‘em and there’s no resale value.”
“Oh . . . like those Cards. Have I mentioned that those cards irritate me? It’s like all this was just so Clow wouldn’t have to shovel his driveway.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. The Snow Card. And Bubble, so he wouldn’t have to give Kero baths. Why do we need Jump, Fly, and Float? Or Storm, Thunder, Rain, Cloud, and Snow and Freeze? Rain was just so he wouldn’t have to water his garden. And Cloud was because he didn’t like overly sunny days. Oh, and the flower card? That was just to get out of scrapes with his many girlfriends.” Yue pouted and took a long drink. “Why couldn’t he ever make anything useful like the ‘Fix’ card? Do you know how many times we could’ve used that? Or maybe the ‘medical aid’ or the ‘doctor’ card. Or the ‘get Yue a decent boyfriend’ card!”
“And then!” Subaru completely changed the subject. “Then he starts having ice cream dates with the man who poked my eye out! And going out and blowing things up and murdering people afterwards! And taunting the new kid who’s in love with me! I mean, okay, Kamui’s a little stifling at times, awfully young too, and I don’t love him back but that’s no reason to taunt him! And speaking of awfully young, what the hell was Seishirou thinking in the first place? I was sixteen and he was twenty-five!!” Subaru’s speech was rapidly deteriorating. He got more sake anyway.
“I can’t really judge there,” Yue said. “I mean, I was less than a few years old when I fell in love with Clow. But I didn’t look it. And Clow was . . . I dunno! Older than me. I mean, did I mention that he wasn’t eleven, he was really seventy! And that’s just this time around!”
“Okay, but at least you weren’t the result of some stupid Bet. I mean, really, betting a six year old that I won’t be able to make him fall in love with me? I mean, what choice did I have, say no? Then he would’ve just killed me then. And then the bastard wiped my memory so I didn’t even know what I was supposed to be doing!”
“Oh, that’s nothing. How about the Nothing Card? A card that could theoretically destroy the entire world, just because he didn’t feel like going to the trouble of creating fifty-two negative cards to balance the power properly. I think he was drunk that night. Or maybe just lazy.”
There was a pause for more sake. Then Subaru said, “Let’s not let Fuuma near that card.”
“Sakura caught it anyway.”
“Hey, think your Mistress would come help us kick some end of the world ass?” Subaru asked, brightening a little -- or maybe that was just the sixteen cups of sake.
“Maybe. Sure. I don’t think she’d want the world to end -- she got really mad when the Nothing Card tried that. I’ll ask her about it.”
“Gentlemen, I hate to tell you this,” the bartender said, coming up to them, “but the bar’s closing.”
They blinked at each other.
“I have money for a cab,” Subaru said as the two of them half-walked, half-staggered out front. “Feeding that damned Tree pays well. Not that I do it often, keep in mind! Only to people who really deserve it. I dunno. Keeps Seishirou alive somehow. Pick up your hair; it’s dragging.”
“Oh, right, right.” Yue picked it up. “Sakura’s always telling me to braid it or something. I usually just fly.”
Subaru helped him gather it up. “You’ve got really pretty hair,” he said, running his fingers through it. “Seishirou’s was really short.”
Yue looked at his fingers, then up at him. “Well, you’ve got really nice eyes. Eye. Nicer than To-ya’s. And Clow’s. Though Clow’s were neat too. But anyway you got pretty eyes.”
Subaru blushed. “Um . . . thanks.”
A cab pulled up and the two of them piled in. Yue leaned over and gave the driver Sakura’s address, then flopped backwards. “Oh, man, Sakura’s gonna kill me,” he whined. “She got mad at me last time I got this drunk and she made me promise to not do it anymore but I was sad tonight . . .”
“You’re bigger than her,” Subaru said.
“But she’s the Mistress!” Yue sounded aghast. “I could never hurt the Mistress.”
“Well, then . . .” Subaru searched for logic in the alcohol-muddied swirls of his brain. “Don’t go home.”
“But where’m I supposed to go?”
“I’ve gotta nice big ‘partment,” Subaru said. “Nice . . . big bed . . . let’s just go to my place.”
Yue considered this for a second. “’Kay,” he finally said.
Subaru leaned over and changed the driver’s directions. Then he leaned back, lost his balance, and landed in Yue’s lap. “Oops,” he said faintly, trying to get up and failing.
“’S okay,” Yue said. “You’ve got pretty hair too, y’know . . .”
Subaru turned a little so he was looking up at Yue. “And you’ve got cat eyes. They’re neat. I think we’re really drunk.”
“Really really drunk,” Yue agreed.
“Think this is a bad idea?”
“Oh, probably.”
“That’s what I thought too.” Subaru sat up and kissed him.
Yue blinked, decided that this was the best thing that had ever happened to him, and kissed back.
Great, the cabbie thought. They’re drunk and crazy.
****
So the scene ends there. Think what you wish, get as graphic as you like, because we don’t want to get into a) the logistics of where to put Yue’s hair or b) who gets to be seme.
****
“Oh, my head . . .” Yue’s voice was barely a moan emerging from the depths of Subaru’s bed.
“It’s not like you hafta go anywhere. Lie down. You’re comfy.”
Yue blinked and complied, snuggling up against Subaru. “But the others are gonna wonder where I am . . .”
“You called last night. It’s okay.”
Yue winced, remembering (vaguely) the brief conversation with Yukito. “At least Yukito picked up the phone, not To-ya or Sakura . . .”
“You worry too much. More sleep. Less worry.”
“But it’s almost noon . . .”
“Yes, and we got to bed . . . well, late. I mean, after . . . after . . . um . . . that was fun, you know?”
A slow grin started to spread over Yue’s features, altogether unusual on the Moon Angel’s usually stoic features. “Yeah . . . I did mention you’re way cuter than To-ya, right?”
“I think about six times . . .” Subaru yawned. “You’re way cuter than Seishirou. Not that the two of you are really comparable . . . apples and oranges . . . but you’re still cuter. Why are we still awake?”
“You and To-ya could be brothers . . . but you’re definitely cuter.”
“Sleep now?” Subaru asked.
“Right.”
****
Subaru and Yue finally really woke up about three hours later, sat up in bed, and looked at each other.
“Um . . . let’s never speak of this again,” Subaru suggested.
“Right,” Yue said.
“Here’s my number.”
****
Subaru casually strolled into the house, whistling cheerfully. Kamui looked up, dropped his book, and stared. “S . . . S . . . Subaru . . .”
“Konnichi wa!” Subaru said.
Kamui launched himself across the room and glomped onto Subaru. “You’re back! I’ve been so worried about you!”
Subaru grinned down at him. “Arigatou, Kamui. But I’m fine now.”
Kamui gave him a suspicious look. “Really?”
“Really.” He nodded.
“Why did you decide to come back?”
“A friend talked me into it,” he said.
“Who?”
“You don’t know him. Don’t worry about it.”
“But you’re not going away again, right?”
“No.” Subaru was still grinning. “You don’t need to worry about me anymore.”
****
Yue peeked around the corner. The house seemed empty. He might be in luck . . .
“Where were you last night?”
Yue nearly jumped out of his skin, then turned around and smiled at Touya. “Um . . . I was, um . . . not here.”
“Yeah, we noticed that,” Touya said.
“Well then. That’s settled.” Yue quickly turned to go.
“You got drunk again,” Touya said.
“Maybe.”
“Leave him alone, To-ya,” Yukito’s voice intervened. Yue breathed a silent sigh of relief and retreated to his room.
“I wanted to get an answer out of him,” Touya complained.
Yukito grinned. “No you didn’t. You see his face?”
“Well, he did look awfully . . . cheerful . . .” Touya suddenly looked suspicious.
“Exactly. And when he called last night I could distinctly hear another man’s voice in the background. Let’s not question where Yue was, because this is hardly a bad thing. Or any of our business.”
Touya frowned. “But he’s . . . not human . . . can he do that?”
“Well, Sakura created this body for him. She was probably thinking ‘guy’, so he . . . well, came equipped.”
Touya made a face. “Let’s just be thankful and leave it alone.”
“That’s exactly what I was saying.”
****
Subaru looked over and scooped up the phone as it rang. “Moshi moshi.”
“Ano, Subaru? It’s Yue.”
“Oh, hi, Yue.” Subaru flopped into a chair, put his feet up, and attempted to stop the dippy grin on his face.
“Sakura said she’d love to help you stop the end of the world. She said it sounded like fun. Watch out, though -- her boyfriend isn’t pleased about it. To-ya isn’t either. You have to take the entire family as a package. Oh -- and don’t be scared of what Sakura’ll be wearing. Her best friend likes to make costumes for her.”
“Oh,” Subaru said, then added shyly, “So I’ll be seeing you tomorrow?”
“Of course,” Yue said.
“Good.”
****
Okay, so, that’s it. On crack? We know.
The Day After
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