Author's Note: Here's a ficlet I wrote for springkink on LJ, with the promptfirst meetings - I can see a lot of life in you / I can see a lot of bright in you / and I think that dress looks nice on you
Clow sat on a bench in the park, dressed in casual clothes instead of his wizard robes for once. As much as he liked them, those weren't well-suited to wear in public; not without attracting unwanted attention, at least. And, right now, he intended to blend in as much as possible. To the casual observer, it would look as if he was just another passerby, someone who was simply enjoying the warm afternoon and feeding the birds.
In truth, he was waiting. Today was important.
He tried to be as natural as possible. In his case, it was very difficult. He knew, after all. No matter how much he tried to pretend otherwise, Clow was perfectly aware of the exact second when the woman of his very literal dreams would come to sit by his side. If he looked a little bit expectant, it could not be helped. Still, he did his best to focus on the birds. He would be looking at them when she arrived - any moment, now.
His visions had been accurate, as always, and he didn't have to wait much longer. She walked towards the bench just as naturally as he sat there, which was to say not much at all, but Clow was wise enough not to comment on it. He didn't want to start this meeting on the wrong foot. He waited until she had settled down next to him, not too close but not too far, either. Then he looked up and smiled at her.
"It's good to finally meet you in person," he said. She rolled her eyes at him, but she couldn't quite hide her mischievous grin.
"Are you always so stuffy, Reed-san?"
"I try to be polite, that's all. In a way, we are perfect strangers."
"In a way," she agreed. "But I would say that two people who have been intruding on each other's dreams for so long are allowed a little more familiarity."
"You make a good point," Clow conceded. "But then, you shouldn't call me Reed-san, either."
"What? Do you want me to call you by your first name already? I've just met you!" she said, and poked his shoulder with her index finger.
Although she pretended to look offended, Clow could tell quite easily when he was being made fun of. Right now, however, he discovered that he didn't mind. All he did was laugh about it, and for a moment, it seemed as if the frown on her face was a real one. She hadn't expected her little joke to have that effect, apparently. But he was in too much of a good mood, today, to let it bother him.
Yes, today was a good day. He was sure.
"All right, then, Ichihara-san," he replied once he managed to sober himself. "We will be just as formal as you like. No more, no less."
Her smile grew wide, almost a little dangerous. Clow liked it. Technically, it wasn't the first time he'd seen it. But now... well, now it was different, with her right there in front of him. She was so full of life, full of mirth and confidence and the attitude of someone who knew precisely what she wanted.
"Well, good," she said, with the perfectly serious expression of people who are only pretending. "It's important that you learn soon enough that I will make all of the important decisions."
Clow couldn't help but laugh again, even as she crossed her arms in mock disdain, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
He liked it a lot.