fractal_mirrors | Out Of The Ordinary [XXXHOLiC; English]

Title: Out Of The Ordinary
Rating: G
Genre: Stream of consciousness
Characters: Kimihiro
Summary: Kimihiro thinks about his situation.
Notes: Written for daily15's word #214: extraordinary. I never wrote a 15 minute ficlet before... it looks kind of rough, but I think it's a good exercise.
The weirdest thing happened with this fic, though. I saw the word, and of course I though of Clow- by the second paragraph, it was an angry Kimihiro rant. Odd. o.O

It should have been obvious from the beginning that life wasn't going to be ordinary for him. After all, you can never lead an ordinary life when you have extraordinary powers.

Even if you wanted to lead an ordinary life.

And he tried, he tried really hard, but soon he noticed it didn't depend on him at all. The creatures that followed him around and the strange things that happened around him were far beyond his control. He couldn't tell if he simply noticed those things, or if he attracted them.

When he started learning more about his powers, he realized it was probably both. That wasn't exactly comforting.

She didn't help, either, in spite of all her promises to him. She didn't seem to be in any hurry to fulfill her part of the pact. And she hadn't even told him what the real price was, for how long he would be stuck with her.

He really should have read the fine print, shouldn't he? But there wasn't any fine print to be read. He had agreed before he knew what he was doing...

...no, come to think about it, he hadn't agreed at all.

Too late for that, though.

Sometimes, when he was having a good day -or when she was having a good day- things didn't look so bad. He was learning, after all. He was finding other uses for his powers, apart from being chased by creepy monsters that just wouldn't leave him alone.

But there were other days, when everything was dangerous, and when he got stuck in near-death situations every five minutes. And even so, those weren't the worst of all.

No, the worst were the ones when she looked at him with that knowing smirk and started babbling cryptic phrases that he didn't quite get. Those were the worst days, really, when he was not-so-subtly reminded that there was something more about him, and that she knew, and she wasn't telling...

...yet?

He wasn't sure he wanted to know, anyway.