Yachi is chasing across the sleeping rooftops like a shooting star.
She’s flanked by her two most steadfast companions, The Jump and The Fly, who add elan to her stride and pretty white wings to her pink slippered feet. Kiyoko can still hear the two Cards bickering from where she is, nestled between the forked branches of the old cedar that grows along the path that leads down to the shrine, and she smiles the smallest smile at how they’ve all grown so much, to work together like this, even in the face of the coming hardships she just read to them from the pattern of the stars and the quiet falling of the leaves.
Maybe especially because she had laid it out to them; they had always listened to her, when she had rung time still with the ceremonial bell she always carried tucked in her long white sleeves. She had read the wide eyed wonder in Yachi’s eyes especially clear, and Kiyoko had made sure to secure that feeling safe inside the depths of her sleeves then, too.
Kiyoko trusts in them and their strength, and though she knows no Card is truly malicious, but she is also keenly aware of Yamaguchi still recovering in the antechamber of the shrine, deep in a healing sleep. He should have never been involved in this and Kiyoko knows that the ones they love will only become inevitable tangled in this as they get closer and closer to the day of Final Judgement.
So she does what she can; readies a fan of ofuda across the spread of her fingers as she watches The Sword turn around to face Yachi and her Staff of Crow held high; he’s so tall, the wand barely crests his head, and his hair is gleaming gold in the moonlight, the same gold as the cut of his blade, and his eyes are unreadable behind the glint of his glasses.
“Is all this really necessary,” The Sword says, and his mouth might have been a sneer if it had not been so soft at the edges; Kiyoko can tell he’s amused, and she relaxes just a little bit. The ofuda fall away into small feathers in the night air.
“You, you hurt Yamaguchi-kun,” Yachi replies, barely a stammer in her too loud voice. The Jump and The Fly are quivering with fighting intent behind her, but she holds them back with a small hand. “You should come back and apologise to him!”
“I did, didn’t I,” The Sword looks away, and behind his glasses Kiyoko can see remorse in his eyes. “I didn’t mean to. I just--”
“It’s okay! You didn’t mean to, and you just need to explain, and I’m sure Yamaguchi-kun will be fine, it was only a small scratch, and you did help protect him from bullies I guess, but maybe there’s a better way to do that, and--”
The Sword starts to laugh, softly, bent over, and he reaches one long arm out to the Staff of Crow held wide in Yachi’s hands; she smiles, and she speaks the familiar words, and when the light of the magic circle engulfs them for a moment in the dark under the sleeping world, Kiyoko thinks that maybe there is nothing to fear, maybe Yachi and this strength is all they will truly need.
FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, G
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cardcaptor sakura au
Yachi is chasing across the sleeping rooftops like a shooting star.
She’s flanked by her two most steadfast companions, The Jump and The Fly, who add elan to her stride and pretty white wings to her pink slippered feet. Kiyoko can still hear the two Cards bickering from where she is, nestled between the forked branches of the old cedar that grows along the path that leads down to the shrine, and she smiles the smallest smile at how they’ve all grown so much, to work together like this, even in the face of the coming hardships she just read to them from the pattern of the stars and the quiet falling of the leaves.
Maybe especially because she had laid it out to them; they had always listened to her, when she had rung time still with the ceremonial bell she always carried tucked in her long white sleeves. She had read the wide eyed wonder in Yachi’s eyes especially clear, and Kiyoko had made sure to secure that feeling safe inside the depths of her sleeves then, too.
Kiyoko trusts in them and their strength, and though she knows no Card is truly malicious, but she is also keenly aware of Yamaguchi still recovering in the antechamber of the shrine, deep in a healing sleep. He should have never been involved in this and Kiyoko knows that the ones they love will only become inevitable tangled in this as they get closer and closer to the day of Final Judgement.
So she does what she can; readies a fan of ofuda across the spread of her fingers as she watches The Sword turn around to face Yachi and her Staff of Crow held high; he’s so tall, the wand barely crests his head, and his hair is gleaming gold in the moonlight, the same gold as the cut of his blade, and his eyes are unreadable behind the glint of his glasses.
“Is all this really necessary,” The Sword says, and his mouth might have been a sneer if it had not been so soft at the edges; Kiyoko can tell he’s amused, and she relaxes just a little bit. The ofuda fall away into small feathers in the night air.
“You, you hurt Yamaguchi-kun,” Yachi replies, barely a stammer in her too loud voice. The Jump and The Fly are quivering with fighting intent behind her, but she holds them back with a small hand. “You should come back and apologise to him!”
“I did, didn’t I,” The Sword looks away, and behind his glasses Kiyoko can see remorse in his eyes. “I didn’t mean to. I just--”
“It’s okay! You didn’t mean to, and you just need to explain, and I’m sure Yamaguchi-kun will be fine, it was only a small scratch, and you did help protect him from bullies I guess, but maybe there’s a better way to do that, and--”
The Sword starts to laugh, softly, bent over, and he reaches one long arm out to the Staff of Crow held wide in Yachi’s hands; she smiles, and she speaks the familiar words, and when the light of the magic circle engulfs them for a moment in the dark under the sleeping world, Kiyoko thinks that maybe there is nothing to fear, maybe Yachi and this strength is all they will truly need.