Title: Tsubasa Parenting Fails
Author: Sybil Rowan
Pairing(s)/Characters: All the characters will get some sort of nod, just check the story titles to see who is involved. So far... Kurogane/Fai, Touya/Yukito, Syaoran/Sakura... could be more than this and will post at the top of each story- but main focus will be on parent/child relationships. Some other pairings may occur as this progresses.
Summary: Series of drabbles around the different parent/child type relationships. The first name on the chapter is the parent and the second is the child. Will add many more chapters.
Warnings: none except some slash in the background and mild cussing
Author's Notes: My husband and I noted there were tons of parent/child relationships in this series and all the potential for some mild humor because of it. Some of these stories might take a serious turn, but I want to keep these light-hearted for the most part. I'll add on to this as I have new ideas. If you have any ideas you'd like to see, PM me and I'll give it a good try.
Disclaimer: Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle, xxxHolic its names and characters, belong to CLAMP.
Beta Reader: WingedPanther73
Date: December 19, 2012, 5:30 am
Word Count: on going
Ashura & Fai: lying is okay... sometimes
Fai stood by King Ashura's throne and listened to his guardian greet Count Deklin with the utmost warmth and respect. The child was confused by Ashura's sudden change in attitude. King Ashura had complained about this very noble last night. He'd even called the man a simpering idiot.
It got really confusing when Deklin then asked, "So my proposal for the new monument? Has that been taken into Your Majesty's consideration?"
"Yes, I've certainly put your proposal at the top of the list. When the taxes are released for the next fiscal year, you can start your project."
Fai knew that couldn't be right. King Ashura taught him how to budget using the next fiscal year's tax money. It was all spent on hospitals, roads, orphanages, and other vital things. There was nothing about a monument on the list.
"Good, now about all those elk pelts you ordered, I can have them by spring," Deklin said, a greedy gleam coming to the man's eye. No, Fai didn't really care for this man either.
"And the price?"
"Fifteen thousand rubles a piece," Deklin said.
"Thirteen," Ashura countered. The man hesitated. "After all, I did earmark your project. I think you could give a little." There again, Ashura lied without batting an eye.
"Yes, Your Majesty. Thirteen thousand is a fair price." Deklin bowed.
"Now that that's settled, lets have dinner. It's always pleasant to have you as company," Ashura said, but Fai distinctly remembered the king saying that Deklin made him queasy.
Deklin went to clean up before dinner, so Fai leaned over and asked Ashura, "Why did you tell him that he could have the monument?"
Ashura leaned back on his throne and studied his fingernails. "Because I needed some leverage to get those pelts at a fair price. Most people act like the royal treasury is brimming with rubles for the taking. I just exaggerated a little. I did consider giving him money for his dumb statue, for all of five seconds. Sometimes stretching the truth to get something you want is necessary."
"Oh, I see," Fai took in the lesson as he followed Ashura to the dining room. Deklin and Ashura chatted away amiably, but Fai counted seven more lies from the king.
Fai looked down at his bowl and was horrified to see borscht, again. Borscht wouldn't be so terrible if he didn't know that the cook had made ptichie moloko for dessert. Just thinking of the gooey marshmallow center melting in a sugary explosion on his tongue made Fai quiver in delight.
He had to get his hands on some ptichie moloko, but the hateful borscht stood in his way. He glanced over to make sure Ashura wasn't watching him. Then he glanced around to make sure Nanny Calia wasn't around. He pointed at the borscht and traced three runes in the air; the beet soup disappeared, sour cream and all. He clenched his hands under the table, impatiently waiting for the adults to finish.
"Master Fai, you actually finished all your borscht?" Calia asked, after bring in the object of Fai's desire. His mouth watered.
"Yes, ma'am, I ate every drop," Fai said. "Now can I have some ptichie moloko, please?"
"Of course," his nanny said and was about to cut him a slice, but King Ashura turned around and gave Fai a raised eyebrow.
"Not so fast with the dessert. You just banished your borscht, didn't you?"
"No, sir. I ate it all," Fai claimed, melting under Ashura's stern expression.
"No need in lying to me. I can feel when you use magic, even if I'm not looking. Now, did you banish your dinner, yes or no?"
"No, I didn't do it," Fai insisted, but his voice wavered under the lie.
"No dessert for you. Go straight to bed for telling such a lies."
Fai could almost weep for missing out on his favorite dessert. He put aside his napkin and stood with a pout on his face. He was utterly confused. Hadn't Ashura said it was okay to lie to get what you wanted? All he could come up with is that it was okay for adults to lie, but it wasn't something children should do.
Ashura sighed, shook his head and said, "Honestly, Fai, I don't know how you got it in your head that lying is an acceptable thing."