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 Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 4:45 pm
Title: Alcoholics and Creeps
Characters: Yuuko (x~Ho-sama~x) and Clow Reed (Phiso)
Plot: There is none. xd
Setting: Yuuko's house.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 4:56 pm
Yuko was reclining on an outdoor lawn chair, wearing sunglasses and a tiny, revealing outfit. She sipped cool lemonade (spiked with alcohol) and listened to music. "Hmm! Hmm! Hmmm~!"
Even with the heat starting to burn her skin she was relatively happy.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 5:10 pm
Clow sighed. He really didn't want to be here, but somehow he felt he had no choice. Yuuko was probably the only one who could help him with his problem.
Shifting the giant bottle of premium champagne from one arm to the other, he rung the doorbell, waiting for her to answer and hoping she'd accept the offering.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 5:33 pm
A second before the doorbell rang, Yuko lifted her glasses and looked to the inside of her house. Her feeling was right about expecting someone today, not that that was really all that new. People always were in need of her shop. The witch set her drink down and bounced off the chair, running to her door with her sandals clacking on the wooden floors, "Coming~!"
She undid the lock and flung open the door. Instantly her face fell and her eyes narrowed. 'Clow...' She eyed him warily, but made sure not to show her surprise. Once her eyes were done studying the unwelcome face, her eyes moved down to the very expensive bottle of champagne. She clapped her hands in joy. "Mm!! Champagne!"
She plucked the bottle from his hand and turned back into the house, slamming the door in Clow's face.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 5:46 pm
For the briefest of moments, as he laid eyes on the witch, Clow thought that perhaps he had been wrong, that this visit wouldn't be in vain - that is, until she slammed the door in his face. He should have expected that.
Luckily, he had taken precautionary measures. "You can't open that until I'm in the house," he said cheerily, in a voice loud enough for Yuuko to hear.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 5:58 pm
"What?! Says who?" The woman called back grouchily. She muttered something under her breath, and sighed. She called for Maro and Moro to bring her a glass for the champagne. She peeled off the foil on the top of the bottle and kept Clow waiting as long as she could before allowing one of her girls to open the door for him. The instant his foot passed over the threshold, the bubbly was pouring into Yuko's glass.
"Come in, Clow," she said nonchalantly with a wave of her hand. She sipped the champagne and refused to smile even though it was delicious.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 6:10 pm
((I have no idea if these two can eat, but I'll pretend they can. :sweaT smile )
Clow chuckled. It was funny, how predictable she could be at times, even without his visions. Bring her some good quality alcohol, and she's all ears.
"I thank you for inviting me most graciously into your home," he said pleasantly. Beaming at Maro and Moro, he greeted them as well; he had always had a soft spot for any magical creation. "How are you two?" he asked, ruffling their hair affectionately. Reaching deep into his sleeves, he pulled out a box he had conjured up in that instant, pulling it out with as much gusto as a soapbox magician. "I remember how you two enjoyed these Kalhua filled cakes, so I brought you some more," he explained, offering them the treat.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 6:20 pm
"Kalhua?" Yuko said with a pout. Why couldn't she have the kalhua filled goodies? As Maro and Moro bounced around happily, shouting "Kalhua!" Yuko only wanted the treats even more. As for that 'gracious invitation,' Yuko smirked. It was more like an invasion, but she couldn't complain about receiving some good liquor out of it. That bottle would be gone by the end of the night.
"It's my pleasure," Yuko answered with hooded eyes. Now that Clow was here she felt severely under dressed. She was only wearing tight, cut-off shorts and a spaghetti strapped top, with the straps barely hanging on to her shoulders.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 6:36 pm
Clow smirked. As if that statement had any truth behind it.
Immediately taking on an aura that suggested he already felt like he owned the place, Clow idly walked around a bit before stopping by a table, intruiged by a little box placed upon it. Picking it up and opening it curiously, he commented, "It's hot, Yuuko, but I didn't think it was that hot."
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 6:45 pm
Yuko's eyes were glued on Clow as he strutted about her house. She wondered when he was going to get to the point of why exactly he was here. Her red eyes narrowed at his last statement. Yuko was fit to die, and it didn't help that she had been roasting in the sun for the past few hours. She really needed a pool, but they were so expensive. She would have loved to lounge around in one of her many swimsuits. After another sip from her glass, she replied to him, "Maybe if you weren't so cold blooded, you would feel the heat too."
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 6:50 pm
"I'm from England," he said cheerily, moving on to yet another box. Peeking inside, he continued, "It's always cold there, compared to here. One would think I would feel it more, don't you think, Yuuko?" He looked up and gave her a smile. He just loved irritating her.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 6:58 pm
'Stupid cheery-faced b*****d with his stupid logic.' Yuko fumed inwardly and immaturely. As if she wasn't already hot and sweaty enough, her temperature was rising from her hot head.
"Would you put that box down? It's contents are pure." She said as if she expected him to taint it. Yuko didn't want him touching any of her things. She sighed in exasperation. She hated to be unprepared for her guests. Now more than anything, she wanted a shower and a change of clothes.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 7:05 pm
Clow was sorely tempted to stick his finger in the box, just to see the expression on her face, but prudency kept him from doing so. He was here for a reason, after all.
"I have a favor to ask of you," he said, smoothly shutting the box shut without touching its contents and placing it back in on the table. "It shouldn't be too much trouble for you; for me, however, it seems to have me stumped." He chuckled, though the laugh had no mirth. He hated being stuck without an answer. The fact that he was asking for her aid showed how desperate he was.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 7:12 pm
"I'm listening..." Yuko answered. Finally they were getting to the business at hand. She emptied her glass and set it on whatever table was nearby. If Clow was here his problem must be grand and it would implore her to be sober to hear it. She wouldn't believe it wouldn't be much trouble for her until she heard what his request was. "But...you know I don't run a charity. Whatever your request is, I hope you have come prepared to pay the price."
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 7:19 pm
Clow chuckled, this time genuinely amused. "This requires more of a woman's touch than a witch's." As he slipped his hand into his pocket, he added thoughtfully, "Considering that bottle of champagne is one of the few types that actually improve with age and I've been saving it for about twenty years or so, I'm hoping it might prove to pay for some of my request."
He took out and opened a sheet of paper with many doodles on it, using the wall beside him to straighten it. Clearing his throat, he said, "As you very well know, I don't know very much about young girls." He handed her the slip of paper sheepishly. "Do you have any ideas as to how I should design the rod for the future mistress? I've tried bubbles, teddy bears, hearts, music notes, cotton balls, and glitter, and all of it just looks cheap." It was noticable that all of his creations were dark in color, either black, purple, or blue; each wand was either very tackily designed or far too old and subdued for the age group he was aiming for. "She's going to be about ten, and while it's been a long time since you've been that age, I'm sure," he cracked a grin, "I'm confident that your innate sense of style can more than make up for that."
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