Title: A Cosmic Soulmate Kind of a Thing
Characters: Watanuki Kimihiro, Doumeki Shizuka, Syaoran, Sakura
Summary: Watanuki just wants to make sure he's understanding this properly.
Notes: This is one of the latest installments in my adventures in securing a place in fangirl hell. Spoilers for the most recent chapters of TRC and Holic, sort of--insofar as I can suss out what's going on with all the different characters. Any mistakes are mine and should be overlooked for the sake of the gag. 367 words, fluff.
A Cosmic Soulmate Kind of a Thing
This, Kimihiro decided, as Doumeki's eye started to twitch, was going to make up for the approximately one-kajillion times Doumeki had stood by, looking like a stone lump, when any reasonable person would have had some kind of reaction.
"So," he said, savoring the way Doumeki was starting to look a little hunted, "let me make sure I'm understanding this properly." He pointed at Syaoran-san, who was probably the original Syaoran-san. Probably. Insofar as anyone could tell without a flowchart and a really good eye for detail. "I'm a copy of you from when you decided to go back in time and change things for her." He pointed at probably-the-original-Sakura-san.
"More or less," Syaoran-san allowed; at least he had the decency to look somewhat embarrassed about it.
Kimihiro nodded. He was going to have to have something to say about this entire being-an-alternate-clone-thing business later. But--later. For now, Doumeki's harried expression was too delicious to let himself be sidetracked. "And you and Sakura-san have a... thing. A cosmic soulmate kind of a thing."
The less said about how much Sakura-san looked like his mother--Syaoran-san's mother--their mother?--the better, and he was never going to think about it again. Ever.
Regardless of the weird Oedipal thing, Syaoran-san nodded and Sakura-san blushed and smiled.
"Right," Kimihiro said, with the sense that his grin was just a little out of control and not caring at all, "and this whole cosmic soulmate thing applies to me, too, and that means that he--" He stopped and gestured at Doumeki, who was starting to look a little constipated on top of the eye-twitch, and then continued, "--is Sakura-san's double, right?"
They all paused to absorb that. "Well," Sakura-san said, after a moment, with a wry little smile, "I always did want to be taller."
"Right," Kimihiro said, and let himself laugh and laugh and laugh.
So what if Doumeki was going to exile him to the couch for the next hundred years? This was totally worth it... especially for the look in Doumeki's eyes when Sakura-san warned him about people named Tomoyo.
As Sakura-san went on to warn Doumeki about the possibility of video cameras, Kimihiro laughed harder.
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