juniperberry: himawari (appearences are deceiving)
Watanuki had been closed off ever since Yuuko died--he didn't fight or bicker or complain the way he used to, and Shizuka wasn't quite certain what to do with this new person who inhabited his friend's skin. He knew from the passing of his grandfather and father that grief was never easy, and it doesn't dissapate with a sunrise; but then, he was on one side of that wall, and now he was on the other, and helpless to break it down. And he doesn't know if Watanuki would even want him to do so.

But he went to the shop every day, occasionally bringing news from Kunogi, and watched Watanuki stay still, among the frenzied energy of Mokona and the twins. Watanuki gave him small, strained smiles and learned to smoke and how to hold his liquor, and once or twice Shizuka had arrived to find Watanuki altering Yuuko's old robes and clothing to fit a still-tall, still-slender, but not quite so feminine frame. Shizuka thought briefly of teasing him about wearing girls' clothes, and decided against it. Maybe in another few months, he'd thought.

Shizuka finished high school and began college, and Watanuki settled more firmly into himself and the rhythyms of the shop.
juniperberry: (we belong to the stars)
It had been years, and somehow she had missed them passing.

That was the thought running through Yuzuriha's head as she looked at the young woman on her doorstep--about her own height, but dressed in a fitted, conservative business suit, her hair no longer with a dyed tuft and her glasses smaller, and oval lenses. She was fidgeting, just the slightest bit, and her eyes were still cold and guarded.

"Yatouji-san," Yuzuriha said, for lack of anything else to say. "I'd--um--how are you?"

Yatouji was quiet a moment, as though searching for the right word. "Alive," she said at last.

Yuzuriha realized she was staring, and blushed. "Oh, I'm being rude--please come in. I can make tea...."

Yatouji was staring at her. There was a crack in her eyes, between the coldness and the wary look--confusion shining through like sunlight through blinds.

"You don't have to, Nekoi-san," she began, but Yuzuriha stopped her.

"Oh, I don't mind! Kusanagi won't be home for a little longer, and it's just me and Inuki, so it's no trouble--"

Yatouji reached out and caught her hand. "Nekoi-san," she said coolly, "don't you think it's unwise to invite someone into your home who tried to kill you?"

Yuzuriha blinked. It honestly hadn't occured to her; she had been so surprised to see Yatouji on her doorstep, she hadn't given that fact much thought.

"It was so long ago," she said, twisting her hand so that Yatouji's fingers were trapped in her own. "And you've changed, haven't you? You don't want to kill me."

"No," Yatouji said, "but that doesn't--"

"I'm not afraid of you," Yuzuriha said, and kept Yatouji's warm hand in hers. "It was a long time ago, and we've changed. Why do you think it would matter now?"


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