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The Tanabata Festival.
A Takashi / Yuri / Mitsuki fic.
Tanabata for Takashi
Chapter One:Youko magic
Mabushii hizashi o seni hashiridasu machi no naka
tatakareta itsumo no younikata o
Bright light on my back - started my run in the center of town
my shoulder was hit, like always, by you.
The people enjoying themselves in the Tanabata Festival felt, more than
saw, a blur of something light green, black and white
than zoomed past them, a pair of widening gray eyes in the blur. Takashi
was running for his life with a quickness that would
have made Soujiroo proud, like he never ran before, even in the Bakumatsu.
The lights of the Festival passed like lines at his
side as he entered a very well-known alley and aimed for the tiny and cute
restaurant in the far end, now decorated with color
paper lanters, green and violet ones.
Of course, he didn’t arrive unscathed.
The place was crowded, and as soon as he jumped in collided with a big man
that pushed him back with a “ wait your turn!”
yell. Some old ladies in the line pulled his hair and pushed him back too,
and as he tried to explain that he must go in, a grab
in his hair and then a strong push made him lose his equilibrium, making
him fall, trying to grab something to recuperate...
...till he grabbed something very soft and sweet.
"OMAE O KOROSU!"
The hit in the jaw didn’t dislocate it thanks to years of battle. As
Takashi looked from the floor to his attacker, he saw a very
long peach skirt, a violet obi, a pair of lovely green eyes burning, and a
white streak carefully pinned up with pins in shiny
brown hair...
"...kawaii-hito-chan?" Takashi moaned, looking up, up, till he suddenly was
aware he had a great view of the zones under
her skirt.
"KYAAA!!! KITSUNE! AKU AKU AKU ONE!" Hikaru retreated, clutching her skirt
flat against her legs, and turning red. "YOU GRABBED MY BUTT!"
The voice was loud enough to make any person in Kyoto to look for the
source with a 99.8% of chances to find it.
"Where’s the pervert? So you’ve became Youko again, eeh?" Ayumi appeared
by her side, rolling her sleeves up.
"No, no, Ayumi-chan! I’m not Youko! ONEGAI! ITAI, ITAI, MY HAAAIIIR!!!"
The people in the line was cheering and clapping at Ayumi’s showing of
martial arts, mouthing something about a good show
while you wait for a table. Then a sigh of admiration preceded Yuriko,
dressed in a long purple and white kimono, covered
with the customary blue and yellow apron of the restaurant. The young
owner, who had came fearing for any disturbance in
the line of people waiting table blinked when she saw Ayumi happily in her
way to rip Takashi to pieces.
"Ayumi-chan, dame! He’d came to see me!" she shrieked, snatching Takashi
to her chest, her eyebrows dangerously close.
"Watashi no kuni dewa souiumane wa shima sen! (That is not proper behavior
where I come from!)"
"He’s turning Youko! He grabbed Hikaru-chan’s butt!" Ayumi yelled,
snatching Takashi back and starting to strangle him.
"Honto ni ka?!" Yuriko asked, not minding Takashi is already as purple as
her kimono. "Takashi-sama, is that true?" she said.
Takashi managed to shake his head frantically.
"Yes he did! He did!" Hikaru said, red as a crab. "I WOULD NEVER HAVE
THOUGHT SO LOW OF YOU, KITSUNE-CHAN! How disgusting!"
"He did? Omedetou!" Mariko’s cheerful voice. "It was well about time!"
"I can’t believe it, Takashi-sama!" Yuri snatched Takashi again to her
bosom, making him turn from purple to bright red. "You didn’t, ne?"
"It was an accident..." Takasahi moaned.
"Yes, suuure..." Ayumi threw her hands in the air, and then made a move to
keep shaking the Kitsune senseless. "You are
going to be punished accidentally too!"
"Otonashiku shinaito yubi o chongiru wayo... (If you want to keep all of
your fingers...)" Yuriko growled protectively, as she glared at the young
doctor.
"Jajajajajajaja funny funny..." Mariko laughed, leaning in the arm of a
tall bishounen accompanying her.
"I see you’re in trouble again, Takashi."
Kiri, who was helping too in the restaurant, heard that voice, and she
almost Shuku-chied out, recognizing the deep voice and
the usual, very-well-known phrase. Her heart beat hurried, she stopped in
the restaurant doors, beautiful in a bright pale blue
and violet kimono under the apron, her most lovable welcome smile in her
lips, cheeks getting pink...
"Konban wa, Mike-san!"
And she froze. Mariko was leaning in a tall, dark short-haired man, but he
wasn’t Mimeino Mikeru.
The owner of that deep voice was Aoshi Shinomori.
"What are you doing here!?" she growled, her face changing instantly, as a
fistful of kunai appeared in her hand.
"Kiri, please, the restaurant!" Yuriko called casually, as she dragged
Takashi inside.
"I’m not here to fight, Kuroki-san," Aoshi said, her eyes set in the
determined, hateful eyes of the last member of that famous
clan.
"Great. So you can walk into my kunai and save me the trouble."
"Enough. You will not fight, and we’ll eat in other place. Am I being
clear?!" Mariko dragged Aoshi out of the line, and
waved bye to her companions. "See you later, minna..."
"That JERK… how dares he to come here!" Kiri growled.
"How could he have known you’ll be here?" Kenjuro asked in her side,
making a very entertained couple of customers get in.
"Urusai!"
Kimi ni muchuuna koto ni wakenantenainoni
sono ude wa karamu koto wa nai
You were preoccupied - yet there was no reason
your arm was not linked to mine
Yuriko blushed as she tied a blue and yellow apron around Takashi’s
half-fainted form, his tall body sprawled in one the
kitchen’s tables. The pale green kimono made his pale skin glow more
warmly, more creamy, the long hair dark over the pale
colors, the white obi the perfect complement.
Even if that obi looked familiar to her.
"Yuri-san?"
She blushed harder when Takashi suddenly sat and the found almost nose to
nose.
"Eeto... Tokio-san said that... you can help us..."
"Hai hai. I came to tell you..." Takashi, still dazed, wondering why he had
come. Of course, to wash dishes, he thought,
seeing a mountain of them in the washer. "I’ll start there, I have plenty
of practice with all the kids in home."
"Really?" Yuriko looked half delighted, half horrified. The heir of the
Shirakawa State, cleaning dishes with those delicate
hands whose specialty was ikebanas and cha no you!
"Hai, hai!" he said, rolling his sleeves up, and smiling to her.
"Domo arigatou, Takashi-sama!" she said, bowing, as he poured soap in his
hands and made a leather.
He looked at her bright smile and smiled back, suddenly aware it was the
first time from the whole Shinomori affair they had
been together at ease.
Of course, he thought. Is Tanabata...
"You look really beautiful tonight, Yuri-san." he said gently, trying to
pull his hair back with his elbows and wrists, his hands
soaked in foam.
"Could I... Would you mind if I tie it back?" Yuri said gently, taking off a
long pin from her hair, a strand of her hair
tumbling gracefully from her shoulders, her hairstyle even loveliest than
before. Takashi gaped, and then nodded, and Yuri,
half blushed, lifted the heavy mass, twirled it into a roll, and secured it
in the top of the head with the pin.
It would have looked lovely in a lady. With the amount of hair Takashi had,
he looked like a Meiji-Era Cousin It with a bun.
He resumed his work happily, cleansing the dishes with ease.
Itsuno manika hitomi ubawaretehajimatta
hanasanai yuruganai Crazy for you
And before I realized it, you stole my eyes when I looked at you
I'm not letting go since there's no trembling - CRAZY FOR YOU
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