http://clampfix.fanworks.net/x-overs/dinner02.txt </head><body><pre>Disclaimers: None of this is ours, save for Uke and Potchi. Beware of insanity. Avoid ingestion of both solids and liquids while reading this fic. Warning: Final draft written after interview with two delightfully ustable characters, a bucket, and a tarsier. Oh, and a KareKano marathon. Plus a nap with a kawaii dolphin-clad teddybear. Many thanks to Aria-neesan, and gomen if we didn't get to talk much yesterday. Hi to Watari-niisan and 003. Dinner With Clow Reed and Seishirou by Shinri-chan, with special participation from Axrynn Uke had most definitely taken a wrong turn. For one thing, where he stood did not look like part of the Meifu at all. And for another thing, it smelled all wrong. It was as if the air had allowed many different and harmful elements to not only permeate, but procreate as well. He knew just what this means. He's in big trouble. "Calm down, Uke," he told himself as he forced his heart to slow down. "Master Seishirou and Master Clow told you to act confident at all times. That way, you won't get in trouble. Just calm down and follow their instructions. You can't fail them, Uke, they're depending on you..." He squared his shoulders and walked along the streets of Tokyo, oblivious to the surprised and/or lusty gawks he was getting from the many perverts that littered the sidewalks. "But To-ya, the poor thing looks lost!" the snow bunny pleaded. The taller of the young man rolled his eyes heavenward. "Yuki, I'm gonna be late for my part-time job. I don't have time to argue." He cast another glance at the clueless dragonfly-winged boy who is clearly wandering aimlessly a few meters away from them. He had to admit he was sorry for it, but he really had to get to his part-time job. "To-ya," Yukito pouted adorably. "You _know_ we have to help him." Touya resisted the urge to rip out his hair. "Yuki, he has wings! And he's walking around wearing nothing but a thong! He can't be normal!" "But _we're_ not normal, To-ya," the other boy pointed out. "You skip around as a large bunny with ballons in broad daylight while I occasionally turn into a moon angel wannabe with zero tolerance and and a very bad sense of humor. He'll fit in perfectly with us." The last male (and regrettably gay) Kinomoto threw his hands up in defeat. "Fine! But you're going to take him. I need to go to work." He received a very enthusiastic thank you kiss from his boyfriend, was distracted for fifteen minutes as they disappeared into a nearby alleyway, and eventually found himself late after all, even without the arguement. Watari Yutaka could not move. Hell, he couldn't even breathe. Seishirou was grinning at him and offering him soup. A part of him screamed, saying he should get the hell out of there. Another part of him said it wouldn't be polite. Sometimes, he wished he had Muraki's conscience. At least _that_ conscience takes a perpetual vacation. "Thanks," he squeaked out. At the corner of his eye, he watched Tsuzuki finish his soup in the messiest way possible. He could hear Tatsumi scold the purple-eyed Shinigami. He could feel the former Sakurazukamori's expectant gaze bearing down on him. He meeped and shoved the soup into his mouth, before he swallowed. His heart pounded. Nothing happened. He looked around the table. Seishirou had begun to eat the curry. Tatsumi's wiping soup off of Tsuzuki's neck. Hisoka was finishing his food, generally ignoring everyone. Wakaba's feeding a red-faced Terazuma. And Clow Reed was making small talk. "So, Mr. Terazuma, you're saying that you're not really part of the En Ma Cho division?" "Yes," the man in question answered between mouthfuls. "I just came along because Tsuzuki invited Wakaba and Wakaba insisted that I come along." "Sou ka." He could still hear them. Good. He sighed in relief and finished his soup. 003 buried itself into his hair and found itself unable to get out. Just then, there was a loud poof, along with a wailed "Tatsumi-chan!" "Let me get this straight," Hisoka said in exasperation. "Sakurazuka- san invited us all here so he could have his revenge on Watari-san. He had apparently stolen one of Watari-san's potions and wiped it on one of the bowls. But it backfired, because he lost track of the bowls and now we're stuck with a maple tree bonzai for a secretary. Anything I missed?" "Hajime-chan can talk tree!" Wakaba added cheerfully. The blonde boy groaned. "And Terazuma-san could apparently speak to trees." In the background, Tsuzuki was wailing at a maple tree bonzai while Terazuma translated "Shut up already, Tsuzuki-san!" angrily. Clow looked at Seishirou with mild amusement. Seishirou grinned. "Well, Tatsumi-san _is_ too much of a prick..." The great magician chuckled and then stopped. "Say, Seishirou...I wonder what happened to Uke?" "Yuki, what are you doing here?" the waiter asked patiently. The customer gave him a Nutrasweet smile. "We're having dinner here. By the way, To-ya, you look wonderful in nothing but trousers and a bow tie." The dark- haired boy groaned. He glanced at his boyfriend's new companion, whose eyes were glued to the stage. "You know, this place isn't really appropriate for him," the Kinomoto began to explain. Yukito giggled. "But To-ya! This is a karaoke bar!" Their eyes turned to the man singing on the stage, whose stage of drunken undress and disconcerting mismatched eyes were a perfect complement to his dissonant rendition of "Unchained Melody". The snow bunny forced a grin on his face. "See? Perfectly wholesome..." Tsuzuku... 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