25 December 2008 @ 02:05 pm
[fic] To Be Defined At a Later Time  
Title: To Be Defined At a Later Time
Author: [livejournal.com profile] aoife_hime
Fandom: CCS
Rating: PG
Length: 1450
Summary: Sonomi and Fujitaka spend Christmas together, but not entirely by choice...
Notes: Written for [livejournal.com profile] favouriteyear for [livejournal.com profile] tsukimineshrine's Secret Santa exchange.

To Be Defined At a Later Time

Of all the underhanded, slick, well-executed schemes Sonomi had seen in her years at the top of corporate Japan, this one had to be the worst. It reeked of forethought, of money well-spent and key parties conveniently manipulated, and most of all, of an intelligence and cunning that could hardly be rivaled.

Sonomi didn’t know whether to feel proud or deeply worried that such a plan had been, for the most part, conceived and executed by her teenage daughter.

“Sonomi-kun? I didn’t know you were such a good cook!”

At the moment, however, she settled for extremely annoyed. How could her daughter – her own flesh and blood, for goodness’ sake! – think that leaving her alone in the same house as that man for Christmas with no means of escape was a wise idea? At the very least, she’d say something incredibly insensitive to which he would take offense, though it was more likely that she’d bypass ‘insensitive’ and go straight for the jugular even before the eggnog had been served. She had a terrible tendency of being particularly mean to Fujitaka-sensei without really intending to do so. Especially of late. It was as if every polite phrase she knew simply flew out of her mind the second she was required to talk to him. Even when she made a concerted effort to be nice, it all somehow came out wrong. Though why she should act nice, she had no idea – he was the enemy, after all, even if he was exceedingly nice, rather good-looking, and put up with her antics with more patience than one of the saints. But for whatever reason, she found inexplicably that she wanted to make him happy instead of miserable.

“I didn’t cook that, idiot. I’m a busy woman; I don’t have time to cook a Christmas dinner,” she spat, glaring at the feast her cook had slaved over for two days and mentally groaning even before the words had finished ringing in the overlarge dining room. It was so hard to make people happy when all you did was snap at them.

“Forgive me; I should have realized you’d be especially busy around this time of year, you being the president of a toy company and all.”

Sonomi bristled and took an exceptionally long sip of her wine. The graceful way he handled her short remarks never failed to make her feel exceptionally immature. She set her now-empty glass down next to her plate with a little more force than was necessary. A few of the dishes jumped, and Fujitaka eyed her curiously.

“Is everything alright, Sonomi-kun?”

Sonomi bit her tongue to keep any completely inappropriate words from spilling forth. It was going to be a very long evening.


She was exhausted. Between keeping her mouth in check throughout three courses and avoiding any and all cunningly placed sprigs of mistletoe (holiday season or not, Tomoyo was most definitely grounded after this), by the time she and Fujitaka made it to the gift exchange part of the evening Sonomi was ready to call it quits. After all these years, he (finally) knew how to find the front door without getting lost, and there was a chauffeur ready to take him home whenever he wished. But then he’d gone and opened her present to him without any sort of warning, and as soon as she heard the tearing of wrapping paper, she knew it was too late to turn him out and pretend this evening hadn’t happened. However, his surprised smile and excited exclamation were more than enough to make braving mistletoe-infested halls and an awkward dinner worthwhile.

“The Indiana Jones box set of DVD’s?! Sonomi-kun, you shouldn’t have.”

“Don’t forget the hat,” she replied with a grin. Her stomach did an annoyingly large flip when he pulled the accompanying hat out of the box and put it on, cocking it at that jaunty angle just as Harrison Ford wore it in the movies. She looked over at the twinkling lights on the Christmas tree in an attempt to hide her reddening cheeks. Too much eggnog, she thought, glaring at her half-empty cup and setting it down on the opposite end of the table.

Sonomi jumped slightly in her seat when she turned and found a present veritably shoved in her face. With a questioning look, she took it from Fujitaka and began meticulously un-wrapping it. The box was too big to be a jewelry box, but not big enough to hold something like a sweater or a pair of shoes. Almost a perfect cube of non-descript cardboard lay beneath the festively wrapped exterior. And inside the box… Sonomi frowned in puzzlement at the layers of red tissue paper that held nothing. Not a pair of gloves, not some random trinket from one of the areas Fujitaka had visited for his numerous archeological digs, just nothing.

“Fujitaka-sensei, this is the worst gift ever.”

“Huh?” he replied eloquently, looking genuinely confused. “What do you mean?”

Sonomi breathed in deeply and quickly rehearsed a berating that wouldn’t flay his skin with its acidity and severity. “There’s nothing in the box, idiot,” she ground out through clenched teeth. After her thoughtful and mildly humorous present, he’d gone and given her nothing?! Honestly, who did the man think he was?!

“Wait a minute, let me see.” With a look of great concern, Fujitaka scooched along the sofa so that he was right next to Sonomi. His hands moved over hers as he pulled the box closer so he too could peer inside. “Now that’s not possible… it was there when I wrapped it…”

Sonomi looked back down into the box, trying to discern any sort of impression that might have been left by a gift. Also, looking in the box gave her an excuse not to look at the man who was somehow sitting a whole hell of a lot closer than he previously had been. It was rather hard to ignore the wild jumps her stomach was making, though. It wasn’t as if she’d never had her hands for all intents and purposes held by a man. Really, she was acting a bit ridiculous.

“What was?” she managed eventually through a suddenly dry throat.

“This,” Fujitaka whispered a moment before he slid a tiny bit closer and kissed Sonomi softly yet very much deliberately. Their hands still held the empty box between them, his thumbs soothingly rubbing small circles on the backs of her hands. For the first few moments, Sonomi found herself utterly frozen. Was there mistletoe above her? Was the eggnog stronger than she thought? Did Fujitaka actually just pull something as romantic as giving her a kiss for Christmas? Did this mean they were… a couple? By the time she figured out the answer to those questions (‘no’ to the former two, ‘yes’ to the third, with the latter remaining unanswerable at the moment yet leaning towards the affirmative), she had already started to return the kiss.

For once, the whole acting without thinking thing didn’t work out for the worse.

When he finally broke the kiss, Fujitaka looked mildly apprehensive. It wasn’t until Sonomi allowed the smile that was threatening to consume her face to show that the man gave a small sigh of relief and comfortably rested his forehead on hers. His Indiana Jones hat lay on the floor, discarded at some point in the previous few moments.

“Of course, this is just part of your present. The rest of it is still under the tree,” Fujitaka said as if he hadn’t spent the previous few moments more agreeably engaged. His cheeks were faintly pink, though, which Sonomi took to be a very good sign indeed. “Merry Christmas, I got you the ugliest Buddha statuette in Nara that I could find.”

The silly grin that had been threatening to overwhelm the lower part of Sonomi’s face abruptly died and was replaced by her slightly more customary frown. “You go to excavate Yayoi pottery near Nara and you bring me back an ugly Buddha?!” she exclaimed, feeling once again rather short-changed from the whole gift-exchange deal and not worrying at all what words came flying out of her mouth. “One kiss isn’t nearly enough to make up for that!”

Fujitaka looked slightly shocked at her declaration (though definitely pleased and possibly even a tad smug), and truth be told Sonomi wasn’t entirely sure why exactly she’d said what she’d said. But then he was kissing her once again and her foot-in-mouth syndrome was the last thing on her mind.

Perhaps her daughter’s scheme hadn’t been quite as bad as she originally thought. Of course, Tomoyo was still grounded, if only on principle.
Current Music: "青春アミーゴ" - 修二と彰
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[identity profile] cal-reflector.livejournal.com on December 25th, 2008 09:17 pm (UTC)
Maybe, somewhere in the mansion there is a camera recording all this for later viewing on special occasions. Knowing Tomoyo, not getting the moment on tape would seem a terrible waste.
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[identity profile] aoife-hime.livejournal.com on December 25th, 2008 10:01 pm (UTC)
Oh, there's definitely a hidden camera interspersed with all the mistletoe. Tomoyo is only a minor mastermind without a videocamera, after all.
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[identity profile] somethings-awry.livejournal.com on December 26th, 2008 12:10 am (UTC)

haha, that's awesome :)
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[identity profile] aoife-hime.livejournal.com on December 26th, 2008 12:17 am (UTC)
:D Really glad it made you laugh!

Merry Christmas and I can't wait for sushi!
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[identity profile] peacewish.livejournal.com on December 29th, 2008 12:40 am (UTC)
Haha! Pretty funny last line. Very nice capture of Sonomi's thought style.
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[identity profile] aoife-hime.livejournal.com on December 29th, 2008 08:18 pm (UTC)
Thank you :) One of these days I'll get around to Fujitaka's thought process, but Sonomi's is just so entertaining that it's hard to resist writing from her perspective.
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