http://clampfix.fanworks.net/x-fix/smoked.txt </head><body><pre>I apologize if this is sent twice...-.-...one of these days I'll get the hang of this... Smoked Turkey by Anna Vincent I hate that title. I couldn't think of one, so sue me... Well, don't really. I think I'll just switch genres all together and just write song fics -.- Gee, my intros are long, I'll refrain from doing this again... BLURB: A Thanksgiving X fic...-.- oh yay. Do they even celebrate Thanksigiving in Japan? And if they do, why would they? DISCLAIMER: Characters property of CLAMP, anything else not belonging to CLAMP belongs to their respective owners. In other words, none of it's mine, that's all that matters. I'm so insignificant...>.< Contains spoilers for X 15..eh..heh heh. And remember kids... Zithromax is evil. --------------------------- "Turkey! Turkey, turkey, turkey, TURKEY!" You could actually see the drool evacuating Sorata's mouth. It took Arashi, Kamui, AND Yuzuriha to restrain the Kouya monk from crawling onto the table. "For God's sake, Sorata, you can eat in a few minutes!" Kamui assured him angrily as the three of them finally settled Sorata back into his chair. Sure enough, their efforts were irrelevant as Akira walked back into the gigantic dining area, ham and pineapples in hand. "Piney-apples!" Sorata's eyes widened in hunger as Kamui slapped him in the back of the head. "A few minutes, dammit!" Kamui reminded him. "Not 'piney-apples', Sorata, /pineapples/." Suoh corrected as he took a seat at the table next to Nokoru. Sorata rolled his eyes. "Piney-apples, pineapples, they're all the same..." Nokoru stood as the rest of the table became quiet. "I'm glad we all decided to share a Thanksgiving together!" the Kaichou smiled brightly to all of the Dragons of Heaven. "I promise that the food is very exquisite, and we'll all have a good time tonite!" Yuzuriha's eyes became googly. "You mean we aren't just eating?" Nokoru chuckled. "Why, Yuzu-chan, it's the last holiday before Christmas! We must celebrate accordingly!" "But I'm Jewish..." Sorata tilted his head a bit to the side, a wide grin placing itself on his face. Everyone sighed angrily. "Well, then, it's the last holiday before Christmas /and/ Channukah!" Nokoru corrected. Sorata blinked. "What's Channukah?" Kamui flicked Sorata in the ear. "Kyah! Ow!" The young man nursed his ear as he looked at Kamui like a neglected puppy. There were ten attendants at the Thanksgiving dinner. All of the Dragons of Heaven and the trio. Sitting at one end of the table was Nokoru, and slumped depressedly at the other end was Subaru, who had remained silent the entire time. To Subaru's left and right were Karen and Aoki, the two were trying to console him after the latest incident. Karen placed a hand on Subaru's shoulder. He didn't even flinch. He just continued to stare downwards, his eyes glassed at the bottom with held-back tears. "You must move on, Subaru..." she desperately urged. For the first time all day, Subaru spoke, weakly. "Why..." he whispered through a saddened voice. "Why must I...maybe I could just live in the past..." "Because even though you lost a loved one," Aoki began. "There are still people here who care for you." Subaru blinked, one tear trailing down his left cheek, as his face broke into a barely noticeable smile. "I know," he said. "You all care for me more than he ever would. He never did care for me. But I loved him still..." <Maybe that's what's wrong with me...> Subaru's mind trailed off. <Everyone grieves for a lost loved one, I just have to get over it, that's all...> Maybe the death of Seishirou gave Subaru life, as he actually became optomistic for the first time in quite a while. Subaru sat up a little as Karen patted him on the shoulder lightly, smiling at him. Subaru smiled weakly in return, as he glanced on down the table. To his left were Aoki, Kamui, Sorata and Arashi. While to his right were Karen, Suoh, Yuzuriha, and an empty seat where Akira would soon be. Subaru smiled weakly once again, seeing all of these people. Sorata let everyone know that more food had arrived. "Cheez- its! We're having cheez-its!" Akira cradled the box of cheez-its in his arms protectively. "Oh no we're not." Sorata whimpered. Akira sat at the table before them all, and all of the food lined elgantly down the table. Nokoru promptly motioned for everyone to stand. "Well," he raised his brows. "Here we are. Who would like to say grace?" "No praying at the Shinto table, Kaichou." Suoh muttered. "Eh? Oh, right. Sorata, you're the Jew, you pray!" Nokoru smiled as all eyes fell upon Sorata. The monk blinked. "Nokoru-san, I... th-that was only a joke!" Nokoru continued to smile. "Ohh, you can't possibly be true!" "Oh, but I wasn't! I lied!" Sorata laughed nervously as he looked to Arashi who was giving him cold eyes. "Now now, no one lies about being Jewish! Come on! Let's hear that Hebrew!" Nokoru persisted on as Sorata looked more uncomfortable. "Yes, Sorata." Kamui stated. "Hebrew sounds nice, /oh Jewish one/." Sorata swallowed hard. "You guys..." Aoki interrupted. "Now, let's all leave him alone. We all know it was only a joke." Nokoru sighed. "Okay, okay. Let's eat!" Everyone politely passed various foods to one another. Even Sorata was decent and didn't act like a damned monkey when the delicassies neared him. As Sorata reached for the turkey leg, a hand grabbed his wrist stiffly and squeezed. "Oh no you don't." Yuzuriha stated sharply, a cold, vicious look in her eyes. "/I/ get the leg." Sorata blinked. "Isn't there two legs, Yuzuriha?" Yuzuriha motioned to Suoh who was eating a slice of ham and mashed potatoes. "Ah..." Sorata began, confused. "He's eating ham, Yuzuriha." "Exactly," she retorted. "Look who's next to him." Sorata shifted his glance back to Yuzuriha. "Em, you?" She sighed angrily. "Not me! On his other side!" "Ohh..." Sorata sighed as he glanced over to Akira, who was also eating ham and mashed potatoes. "He's eating ham, too." Yuzuriha sighed once again. "He's the dolt who bought a disfunctional chicken, you nerd!" "It's a turkey, Yuzuriha..." "Who cares! It's still disfunctional!" "How is it disfunctional?" "It only has one leg!" "Really?" "Really!" "Whoa..." Sorata leaned over the table and inspected the turkey thoroughly, and sat back down. "That's kinda cool...but, um, one more question..." "Yeah?" "What does this have to do with Suoh?" Yuzuriha tinted red. "Eh, I uh...I dunno." "Takamura on the brain, Yuzu-chan?" Sorata inquired, smiling an impish grin. Yuzuriha turned red just a wee bit more as her eyes widened. "No! Not him! Look at him! He's got /blue/ hair!" Sorata began to laugh. "Ah ha! Well, not a bad choice, Yuzuriha! I would have definetely picked him over Kusanagi!" As the young man burst into laughter, Yuzuriha hit him over the head with a turkey leg. "Oww!" "Shut up!" "Why'd you do that for?" "Just keep quiet, Sora-chan, or you'll be the main course on this table!" Everyone became silent at Yuzuriha's last statement as all eyes shifted to her. "Eh hehehe...gomen nasai..." Yuzuriha ducked down below the table. * * * Akira and Nokoru were whispering to one another amidst all of the chattering. Akira had a worried look about his face. "Wine, with them, Kaichou?" Nokoru smiled. "Why not? It's only wine, it's not like it's vodka..." Akira took a long look around him. <All of these.../crazy/ people...> "I don't know about this, Kai--" "Oh lighten up, Akira-san!" Nokoru pleaded as he put his arm around Akira. "It's the nineties!" Akira counted numbers on his fingers. "It's 2000, Kaichou." Nokoru blinked. "Oh! Right!" The Kaichou went into thought. <Shouldn't this manga be over by now?> * * * "Shake it up baby, now!" "Shake it up, baby..." "Twist and SHOUT!" "Twist and shout!" "Come on-come on-come on-come on-come on baby now!" "Come on baby..." "And let me work it on out!" "Work it on out!" "WHOO!" Akira was right. Wine shouldn't be allowed within the perimeter of these psychos. Five bottles between ten people and they were already drunk, and singing the tunes of The Beatles. Well, at least Sorata was. One gigantic room, tinted in red from cellophaned lights, a disco ball, and one God forsaken karaoke machine. "Make it stop! Make it all stop!" Suoh pleaded, hands clasped over ears. "Make it go away!" "...You know you look so fine!" Sorata grinned in pure mischief, winking at an unimpressed Arashi in the last line. That was it. Enough is enough. ...Dammit. Kamui stealthishly snuck behind the bar and yanked that cord right out of the wall. No more Twist and Shout. But a helluva lot of singin' Sora- chan. "And let me know that you're mine!" "Know you're mi--" * * * "God, Suoh, you didn't have to hit him with the vase!" Yuzuriha whimpred as everybody gathered a circle around Sorata, who was passed out cold after a skillful shot to the head by good ol' Takamura-senpai. Suoh just shrugged. "He was hurting my ears." "But a vase?" Aoki asked, one brow raised. Suoh searched for explanations. "----It was the only thing around!" "Yeah," Nokoru began. "But what if the only thing around would have been a gun?" Suoh glared at Nokoru for asking such an irrelevant question. "Well..." Everybody melodramatically waited. "I would have shot the bastard." * * * Eventually, Sorata came to. It was now Suoh who was in a deep coma. You don't call people bastards in the Imonoyama mansion. Exceptions apply... Apparently for Nokoru. Who had returned the verbal taunt and slapped Suoh in the head with so much force it could have wiped out Iraq quicker than any scud missle. (Don't get offended o.O;;) "Would you make up your mind?" Sorata asked, scratching his head, which was well bandaged. He stood behind Yuzuriha, who was now whimpering over Suoh. "Can it, vase boy!" she snapped back angrily, making Sorata jump. Sorata was panicked by her unknown fierceness, as Karen came to his side and put an arm around him. "Eh?" Sorata asked, one brow comically raised as he looked at Karen, who was only smiling in friendship. Within seconds, Karen had whispered something in Sorata's ear. The young man nodded in understanding and kept away from Yuzuriha the rest of the night. * * * Kamui sat down angrily in a chair as the lights were set back to normal, the Thanksgiving party was winding down, as maids started to have a tear-down shindig of their own. "Five hours, and it was no fun at all!" Suddenly, someone dressed in what appeared to be civilian clothes and a head set ran up to Kamui with a small card in his hand and whispered something in his ear, promptly running off afterward. "Oh, right..." Kamui murmured to himself. "I'm not supposed to have fun..." Cutting the pointless-babbling-from-Kamui-because-the-author- had-a-real-bad-block-and-decided-to-use-this-fic-as-a-run-on-into- another-fic-because-she-ran-out-of-ideas-for-this-fic-and-it-was-so- idealess-that-she-had-to-make-an-attempt-at-a-Monty-Python-like-joke- just-to-see-if-it-would-work...-apparently-it-didn't scene, someone stormed through the doors, foggish air swirling around him, as he walked into the room as if he were lost. He looked quite young, maybe five...I mean fifteen, his eyes confused and weary all at the same time. Dressed in a Renaissance- like outfit, it was green, and he wore golden gauntlets. Accompanied by a beautiful, shiny shield about his back, and a gigantic sword to go along. His face was fresh, but with aged sweat among it. His hair was bushy and blonde, it was split down the middle somewhat, under his green wizard-like hat. His blue eyes helped accompany him, along with elfish, earring boasting ears. In his left hand, he carried what appeared to be a scroll, and in his right hand, was a beautiful blue ocarina. Everyone else stared at him like he had grown a second head as he swallowed hard and glanced around. And finally, the boy spoke. "Imonoyama and company?" * * * Let's see if you know who THAT is, surely I gave a good enough description. Coming Soon: Their Destiny Was Foreordained...But the Damned Civil Relations Office Lost All Their Birth Certificates Yuuto: Eh? Actually, that isn't the title. That title is a piece of sh*t, and I'll soon think of a better one... 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