Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Poison ❯ Chapter 6: Prolific ( Chapter 6 )

Poison
Author: Nekocin
Genres: Drama/Romance/General
Warnings: Major OoC, bad writing style (sob sob)
Pairings: mainly Touya+Yukito, other (implied) pairings like Sakura+Syaoran
Rated: PG13 
Disclaimer: Card Captor Sakura doesn't belong to me. It belongs to CLAMP. “Prism” lyrics don’t belong to me either. It's from animelyrics.com. Kaiba doesn't belong to me either. He belongs to Takahashi Kazuki-sensei. 
Author's notes: Hmm... this chapter is at least a bit decent. With some awkward styles and scenes of course. :sighs: Finally, Touya has gotten it into his thick skull XP.

# lyrics
(...) translation of the lyrics

Chapter 6: Prolific

Today's Wednesday. Mr. Kaiba's going to lengthen the contract with Daidouji's Toy Company. He's asked for Touya's representation, specifically for the Executive producer and Head Designer.

"Mr. Kinomoto,"

Touya nods. "Mr. Kaiba,"

"How are you doing?"

Touya blinks. He hasn't expected to hear that question coming from the CEO. 
"I'm managing," Touya responds politely even if a bit evasively. "And you, Mr. Kaiba?"

It's only polite to ask the same question to the other who has asked first. Mr. Kaiba gives him a calculating look from across the desk.

"At the moment, disappointed. But over all—okay," he responds finally after studying Touya's face curiously. 

Touya gives the CEO a questioning look, but he leaves it at that. He doesn't know what to say about the CEO's strange reply.

"Our contract—," he starts off before Mr. Kaiba raises a silencing finger abruptly.

"I've already read it before I contacted Mrs. Daidouji," Mr. Kaiba nonchalantly gestures to the contract to be passed over.

"Then, please sign there if everything is clear," Touya rises from his chair and passes the contract over the desk. He silently wonders why Mr. Kaiba bothers to have him as Daidouji-sama's representative when Mr. Kaiba is already familiar with the lengthened contract's terms. There's probably an alternative motive-

Mr. Kaiba signs the contract almost immediately. He leans back on his chair and crosses his arms after finishing signing.

"Lack of sleep?" He comments suddenly.

Touya looks up—maybe this is why Mr. Kaiba has wanted him to represent Daidouji's Toy Company; a little talk. 

"Aa," he remarks neutrally.

Mr. Kaiba nods faintly. "Your eyes betray your sleepless nights-,"

"Is this why you want me to be here, Mr. Kaiba?" Touya eyes the CEO listlessly, not even bothering to take the folder with the signed contract back.

Mr. Kaiba's lips twitch slightly in a small smile. "I've been in your state before—sleepless nights, hollow eyes—,"

Touya waits patiently for whatever the CEO's trying to say. It's only natural when CEOs like Mr. Kaiba have sleepless nights; they overwork themselves to death behind their desks. 
So what?

An Executive Producer and Head Designer have sleepless nights too especially when Touya is both. Although his sleepless nights aren't about due to too much work--

"You've been really off these last few nights, Mr. Kinomoto," That comment has caught Touya off guard.

"I do not know what you're implying, sir," It's then he notices Mr. Kaiba's smirk.

"I'm one of Madam Butterfly's regular customers. I'm quite surprised you haven't noticed me since you've gotten quite acquainted with Tsukishiro-san," 

Just by hearing the familiar names, Touya feels the blood drain from his face. Mr. Kaiba's a regular customer there? Why hasn't he noticed him? But—Mr. Kaiba really doesn't strike as the drinking type. Ironically--well, neither does he-

"What business do you have with Tsukishiro-san?" Touya immediately asks defensively, feeling his hands itching to knock someone out. 

Somehow he's easily slipped into his protective side without noticing as he studies Mr. Kaiba's face suspiciously. The other's face is set straight, no sight of wrinkles as if his face is just carved out of some wood. He's another cold bastard. What does he want anyways? 

"The question should actually be—what's your business with Tsukishiro-san?" 

Touya could almost imagine how smug Mr. Kaiba must be thinking. No wonder why a lot of people fear the CEO; the guy's an abnormal genius as if he could read everyone's minds without any problems...

"I've been in your state before, Kinomoto-san. So don't deny whatever I'm implying. Your hollow eyes are my evidences." 

Touya feels his face draining once again. It's a fact he's been having problems with sleeping. He has never really got so worked up about sleep until this time. It's got so worse that he fears to even crawl into his bed at night when he -in fact- loves to sleep. It's those dreams—because of those dreams he's afraid his life is undergoing drastic turns.

"Sometimes you must accept inevitability, Mr. Kinomoto. No matter how unreasonable it is. Just don't go on drowning yourself in those drinks. Besides, I'm sure your friend doesn't like the reason why you don't trust him," Mr. Kaiba pushes the folder with the Daidouji's Toy Company's contract to the other. He suddenly reaches for his pocket and pulls out his cell phone. The CEO looks at the number and faintly smiles. 

"Will you lease excuse me-" He doesn't wait for an answer and swivels his chair around. The CEO turns to look outside the officer's window as he picks up the phone, and answers it.

Touya stares at the CEO's back, unsure about what Mr. Kaiba's trying to tell him.

Does he mean he has to accept these dreams -whatever these dreams mean-? So it's natural to fantasize, right? Is it? –But is it natural to fantasize about your f-?

The CEO laughs heartily suddenly, sending Touya's thoughts astray.

"—I know you want me—," Touya hears Mr. Kaiba tease the person on the other end of the line.

"My hands under your shirt—down your abdomen—,"

Touya immediately stops listening into Mr. Kaiba's conversation even if it's unintentionally. He feels his face burning. How shameless of the CEO to talk like that! People will listen in.

Night.

The traffic is heavy at this kind of time and pedestrians are already filling the lanes like millions of the bees together. Everyone wants to get back home and spend the rest of the night either alone or with their family. It's been a busy day. 

Because of the heavy traffic, Touya has decided walking to Yukito's work. Fortunately, he hasn't taken the car to work that day so it's not a bother to think about leaving his car at the Company's garage. It's then he slowly starts to reflect on Mr. Kaiba's words—accept inevitability—

What did he mean? 

Accept his fate? 

But he's having shameful dreams! Shameful dreams of someone he's not even sure he knows of. And he's not naïve! He notices that parts of his dreaded dreams are a bit familiar. Similar to the scene he's almost witnessed on that traumatizing night; his first night with Yukito when he's asked him to wait—which is kind of disturbing. 

Does it mean he's been lonely for too long and has to get a life? Or does it mean he's found his true nature in fending his tension off like that? Or maybe biologically seen, he's one of the late bloomers, getting sexually active this late? 

But he shouldn't let that bother him, right? He's been single far longer than he's expected! He should be proud-

Faint music intro is coming from the bar, Madam Butterfly as he nears his destination. The tunes suddenly reminds him of a song from long ago—

#Kotchi ni kite jitto shite 'te 
          & nbsp; (It's coming this way, steadily)

He pushes the door open to enter and automatically casts a glance at the counter. Yukito looks up from his work, placing pieces of cake on a tray, smiles and waves as usual. Touya gives him a half smile and takes quick strides towards his favorite stool near the counter.

Some of the customers turn round to study him curiously for any interesting features as they wonder why their favorite bartender is giving Touya double acknowledgements -the wave and the smile-.

#Hora Kirei da ne 
          &n bsp; (Look, it's pretty, isn't it?)

Yukito sends another brilliant smile his way and carries the tray with the pieces of cake round the counter to a couple somewhere in the far corner. Touya patiently waits for him to come back as he lets his eyes wander round the bar. A few couples here and there and as usual the karaoke corner if not the stage for the bar singers, is the popular spot.

#Happa no ue sotto hikaru 
         &nbs p;  (Sunlight shines on a leaf, softly)

Touya blinks.

Is that his sister on the karaoke stage? He looks closer, ignoring why he can hear his heart thumping in his ears.

#Hora Ame no tsubu 
           ;  (Look, here's a raindrop)

The girl on stage smiles at someone in the crowd round the karaoke corner. That's definitely Sakura on stage. There's that certain innocent twinkle in the girl's green emeralds and the certain happiness in that smile that reminds him of Sakura. Touya strains his neck to see to whom she's smiling—

#Fushigi ga ippai Achikochi de DANCE shite 'ru 
          & nbsp; (It's full of mysteries dancing back and forth)

-it's that gaki, his brother-in-law!

He sighs in defeat and slumps in his stool. Why is everything so depressing? First his strange behavior on his sleepless nights and now this-this bar! He looks down at his hands on the counter.

#Genki wo wasurenaide tte messeji ne 
          &n bsp; (It's a message telling me not to forget happiness)

No wonder the song has sounded familiar. He had once learned it at school and taught Sakura the lyrics. It's a beautiful song if it's sung Sakura. 

An empty glass is placed in front of him, surprising him. He looks up. 

Yukito pours the usual Light Moon Beam for him 
"Sakura-chan is very good in this, ne To-ya?" he comments heartily.

#Mawarimichi datte suteki 
Mata aeta mono 
             (Even the roundabout way is lovely)
          &nb sp; (Having met once more)

Touya stares at his drink, not moving a muscle. 
The lyrics start to fill his mind and without knowing, he let the lyrics emerge with his thoughts.

#Mahou da ne Sono egao 
Nanka hotto suru yo 
          &n bsp; (Magic is in that smile, isn't it?
            Something just pops up)

#Tenshi ga ippai Poketto de DANCE shite 'ru 
Jibun wo shinjite ne tte yuu messeji ne 
          &n bsp; (It's full of angels dancing in my pocket
          &nbs p; It's a message telling me to believe in myself)

#Suteki ga ippai Achikochi de DANCE shite 'ru 
Ganbaru haato ni sora kara no purezento ne 
          &n bsp; (It's full of wonders dancing back and forth
            ; It's a present from the sky for my trying heart)

The present is close—so close that he can put it into his pockets. And suddenly he sees something in a new light. 

He then stares at the reflection on one of the alcoholic bottles. He immediately turns around to see whoever he's seen on the bottle and stares in shock.

Mr. Kaiba is sitting in a love seat somewhere behind him with someone on his lap—a guy-?

"Are you okay, To-ya?" Yukito touches his hand lightly, almost asking for reassurances—huh?

#Nani ka aru ka na Kono michi no mukou ni 
Nee Ikou Ikou yo Ikeba wakaru yo 
          &n bsp; (I wonder if there's something at the other end of the road
            Hey, let's go, let's go, we'll find it if we go)

Touya immediately turns his attention to his shorter friend and raises an eyebrow,

"To-ya, you know you can also come to me if you want to fend off anything that is troubling you at the moment. –You've been acting very strange lately. Is it because of work?" Yukito elaborates and gives him a comforting squeeze. He then pulls his hand away. 

Touya drops his eyes to look at his hand on which Yukito's palm has just laid—

#Tenshi ga ippai Poketto de DANCE shite 'ru 
Kimi nara daijoubu da yo tte messeji ne 
          &n bsp; (It's full of angels dancing in my pocket
          &nbs p; It's a message saying if it's me it will be all right)

He immediately misses the warmth. It's not your every day occurrence that you long for your friend's warmth—well, at least to Touya, it isn't. So he grabs the retreated hand with his other hand and places it back on top of the one on which it had laid.

"To-ya?" 

#Fushigi ga ippai Achikochi de DANCE shite 'ru 
          & nbsp; (It's full of mysteries dancing back and forth)

Before he could pull away in surprise, Touya has laid his other palm on top of Yukito's.

"Please don't pull away," Touya murmurs under his breath and carefully looks up—into Yukito's eyes, which are blank—then surprised.

Yukito smiles slowly. "Okay, whatever makes you feel better,"

"Thanks—I'll tell you later, okay?" Touya draws his attention back to Yukito's hand.

#Yume miru haato ni sora kara no purezento ne 
          &n bsp; (It's a present from the sky for my dreaming heart)

Yukito's hand is small, pale-looking and almost delicate. It’s a big difference compared to his hand. He has big hands, tanned, strong-looking—Yukito's hand almost disappears from under his...

-he suddenly sees his friend in a different light.

"—I've been thinking-," Touya begins hesitantly and searches for Sakura in the crowd. "—about my world falling apart,"

He rubs his friend's hand absently, his eyes finding the object of his deepest affections; Sakura is beaming, happily singing without any worries.

"No—that's not it—I've been having problems with sleeping these last few nights and-and it has nothing to do with Sakura!" he adds quickly when he sees Yukito opening his mouth to comment. 

#Kotchi ni kite jitto shite 'te 
          & nbsp; (It's coming this way, steadily)

#Hora Kirei da ne
            (Look, it's pretty, isn't it?)

Yukito blinks, then smiles sheepishly and drops his head. He is patiently waiting for his friend to continue.

Touya is about to continue when suddenly the disco lights goes on and the club music starts to play. 

Everyone is on the dance floor. Loud club music is played in the background and somehow everything starts to pound, destroying the little peace they have just had. The counter is suddenly surrounded by lots of costumers.

"Uhm—maybe this can wait. I've to go back to work. Please excuse me, To-ya," Yukito smiles apologetically and slowly pulls his hand away.

Touya watches his friend serve the costumers patiently.

He really does see his friend in a different light. The way Yukito moves, the way he smiles, the way he talks—he immediately pulls himself from drowning into his silly fantasies. Oh gods—he feels something ticklish in his stomach—

He forces himself to roam his eyes around. 

Girls! Beautiful girls in clothes they call 'sexy'. Girls in night gowns, revealing their bare backs or shoulders or even their legs. He unconsciously casts a glance at his friend and studies his movies—so graceful and aloof. So much more-much more than graceful and aloof—

Instantly, he stares in horror at his friend, pulls his eyes away and looks at nearby girls in their sexy clothes. Where are his thoughts going nowadays? He watches as the girls make out with the guys, sucking their faces and half revealing their bodies shamelessly to their partners—He suddenly feels a bit uncomfortable in his seat.

Oh gods! What's happening? 

He pushes his way through the crowd, ignoring the tempting touches he's getting from practically the whole club. 

His world is spinning. Everyone is having fun making out. Perhaps even having daring intimacy in public. Yukito will be pretty traumatized. Gods! The world is going crazy. The lights are flashing around irritatingly. His head is pounding horribly because of the music beat. But he hasn't really gotten that drunk, right? Right?—

He suddenly breaks into a run, hearing the distinct 'To-ya!' call from the back of his head.

He curses himself for forgetting about Yukito like that. Both of them would usually walk back after Yukito has closed up. It's a routine he's not willing to break. 

Touya leans against Madam Butterfly's building, sighing in regret. Yukito is probably mad at him right now. Mad at being forgotten like this. 
Oh gods, his hands are shaking already. What's happening to him? He stares-

"To-ya? Is that you?"

Touya immediately stops staring at his shaking hands and whips his head up to meet Yukito's eyes. Touya feels his face pale while his ears redden. He doesn't understand why Yukito is smiling brilliantly at him...

"For a moment I thought you had left me because you were getting impatient. I'm sorry for taking too long. Tonight has been quite one busy night for me-," Yukito continues only to have Touya silencing him with a hand over his mouth.

Touya rudely forces down his uncertainties and regains his composure. 
"You're babbling, Yuki," he said at last.

He then smiles softly—with hidden affections. 
This is wrong! This is bad! But he wants to be certain of what exactly he's feeling...

"We'll talk about this next time, all right?"

Yukito's hazel eyes twinkle in anticipation as he nods obediently.

"—Come on! Someone has left some home videos on my doorstep. So why don't we watch them together tonight?" 

Nice move. But where the heck did that idea come from?
Touya pulls his hand away and Yukito's smile is revealed. 

"Okay—but I've to tell Clow where I am going to be for the night,"

Touya stuffs his hands into his pockets and turns to look ahead of their path. "All right,"

They begin their walk alongside each other.

"What are the movies about?"

"Not sure. Somebody has just left a few rented videos on my doorstep. The reviews on the boxes says they're R-rated action movies," Touya shrugs nonchalantly as if not really caring who in their right minds would go on leaving stuff at people's doors—which actually means he's wondering about it actually. 

"I'm just trying to steal you away for the night," he blurts out absently. Touya stops in mid-step, his mind reeling back in surprise, and blinks. He then looks nervously at his friend...

Fortunately, Yukito doesn't seem to get the implication. He just chuckles,
"You're so cheesy tonight, To-ya. What will your girlfriend think?"

Touya automatically goes defensive, "I don't have a girlfriend. What makes you think I have one?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I guess you just strike me as the type who has one already,"

Touya curiously watches his friend from the corners of his eyes. Yukito has dropped his eyes to look at the pavement as he nervously plays with his sleeves. 

Touya lets out a sigh, feeling guilty somehow. He lightly touches Yukito's back of his head without fluffing the hair aside; a gesture, which he usually uses on Sakura whenever he tries to reassure her. 

His friend gasps in surprise and instantly stops walking, his back rigid. The action has made Touya smile a bit.

"It's all right. I'm not mad. I can never be mad at you,"

In a way this has turned out to be so unexpected.

"—but even so, why do I feel this hostility coming from you?" Yukito whispers, not looking up at him. He is afraid that Touya is going to lash out at him for being so blunt about his sudden girlfriend comment. 

Touya's smile creeps down instantly. Slowly, he pulls his hand away and takes a step further to face Yukito. Bringing his hands up to hold his shorter friend's shoulders, he steps into the other's personal space.

Yukito's head shot up in surprise. "To-ya?" 

"You're a good friend of mine. If it weren't for you I would have left the living already-,"
Yukito flinches.
"-I'm just having some problems with the -new- turns in my life," Touya explains with care.

Looking up at him with those big wide hazel eyes—so irresistible, so naïve—he smiles disarmingly up at him—carefree and unforced—because Touya trusts him.

After picking up Yukito's pajama's and toothbrush, they've immediately gone to Touya's apartment. While Touya is making some night snacks, Yukito is using the bathroom, preparing for the night. It's like they're having a slumber party for the first time. 

Touya's looking forward to the night—he's never invited anyone to sleep over at his apartment before, not even Yukito, who's already made Touya sleep over at his for a few times. He feels giddy like a child opening his presents on Christmas—oh so exciting. It's like re-living a childhood, a happy childhood, which he has never had.

Yukito appears, dressed in his blue pajamas embroidered with half moons on the sleeves and collar, and leans on his elbows on the kitchen counter.

"Can I help?" He asks, looking eagerly at Touya's broad back.

Touya grants him a glance over his shoulder and shakes his head lightly, "No. You go on ahead." 

"Okay! You won't mind if I run through the reviews while you take a bath, right?"

"Do whatever you want. I already told you to feel yourself at home here," Touya mumbles and turns his attention back on his current task—making pop corn.

"Okay, anything embarrassing I should know before I accidentally stumble upon any of them?" 

Surprised, Touya glances automatically over his shoulder. Seeing as Yukito is trying hard to keep his face straight but failing miserably, Touya glares good-naturedly, "Hush you."

Yukito grins, "It's a great opportunity for me to find blackmail against you, you know?"

"Shut up,"

It seems like Yukito is also excited about the sleepover, he notices eagerly.

After a few more playful teasing and threats, Touya goes to take a bath while Yukito occupies himself with reading the reviews at the back of the VHS tape boxes. It doesn't feel unusual to have someone sleep over for the first time, not even threatening. Maybe he should do this more—preferably with Yukito.

"Are there still any snacks left while I was in the shower?" He wonders as he enters the dimly-lit living room.

"There's plenty. Why did you ask?" 

"Just making sure if there are still enough,"

"TO-YA!"

Touya chuckles lightly behind the back of his hand. "Come on. Let's put it on,"
He plops down on the sofa next to Yukito, after pressing the videotape into the video player. 

"This should be interesting," he comments out of the blue.

The warning scroll appears on screen and then the production and sponsor logos. As the short prologue is being played, Touya finds his mind wandering—it's been about a month and 2 weeks since he'd thought his world is ending because of Sakura's engagement. The pain has dulled now compared to the pain he'd felt that day.

His next few steps in life have been reckless, but promising anyways. If he hadn't listened to that little voice, he wouldn't have found a friend in Yukito. The pain of having lost Sakura has become just as dull as the pain of having lost his parents. It's unfair to compare them, but at least it's specifically logical in his mind. 

And besides, he's still smiling. Fate has been merciful on him the last few days not counting his dreadful nights. He's found peace—in a way; a peace that needs to be confirmed through trust.

He absently looks at his side where Yukito is sitting—so engrossed in watching the movie with his wide curious hazel eyes. 

Touya carelessly throws any caution in the wind and places a hand purposefully on top of Yukito's. His friend looks down at their hands and raises his eyes to meet Touya's, questioningly. 

"Thank you for coping up with me," He confesses in a quiet murmur.

Yukito gives him a lopsided smile and then turns his attention back on the movie. 

Touya smiles lightly at his oblivious friend. His friend probably has no idea what the implication actually is. Well—neither did he, for that matter.

END Chapter 6

TheNekoTalks: 

I apologize for my vague comments at the end of the previous chapter. Chapter 5 isn't the end of the story, chapter 8 is actually the end. The uncut version of chapter 5 will be posted in Slashfanfiction because it's kind of between NC-17-ish and R-ish even though it's just a short scene at the end (and because I'm a bit comfortable to post it on Slashfanfiction instead of FF.net and MM.org). It's the first almost-a-lemon-scene I've ever posted on the Internet. So it's kind of embarrassing. But if you really want to read it, go browse Slashfanfiction and search for my penname (Nekocin) or search for the story under the same title. 

And oh, about the rented videos on his doorsteps--it's supposed to be Kaiba who's left them at Touya's doorstep. 

I like to thank:
-FanOfWriters (:blush: Wa, thank you. That's okay; I hope at least I haven't written anything disgusting to make you grimace in chapter 5 -uncut version-, considering the fact you're not really into shounen ai. :3 Here's the new chapter. I hope you're not bored yet. There are still 2 chapters to go
Thank you for reading and reviewing this!)
-yaoishoujo (ACK! I apologize for being a bit too vague. That wasn't really the last chapter. The last chapter is chapter 8. :sweatdrops: I apologize for giving you the idea that it's ended. -.- Shame on me! 
I purposefully didn't make Touya apologize... just didn't think it's the right time for him to do so. :3 Thank you for still reading and reviewing this story :heart heart: It feels good to be mentioned, ne? I like mentioning those who'd reviewed at the end of a chapter, but if not, I might email them or mention them in my livejournal or just thank them in my many dedicated one-shots :smiles:)
-FairyMage (:smiles: I'm glad you like this story. Touya's character is probably a bit more complex than the way I've described him to be. I don't really have a favorite character in CCS, because everyone is so loveable. 
Touya getting the spot light time in this story is probably much better than having to write Yukito, since I'd mostly the Sakura and Touya dynamics in mind; he seems to be the type who would get wasted in the beginning, but still stand strong in the end. :3 I hope I didn't over-do their relationship a bit...
And don't feel bad for Touya. He'll pull through some way or another. We just have to believe in him :3. Thank you for reading up till this chapter and also for your kind comments. 

Thank you for reading! I love this story very much because it's my first baby to have a finish (:cries over her other unfinished works:)! Kakkoii nya! Happy Belated Easter! Holi Paghwa (A Hindi Holiday; though I'm kind of late for that)!)!

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