Summary

Being a dad was never this...complicated. Your wife died and you're left with a son who's spiritually gifted and a daughter who's destined to be the most powerful sorceress who ever lived.. Were these too much even for Clow's half reincarnation? Fujitaka's perspective on his loved ones' lives, especially on Sakura's.

Juuust Before You Read

I believe I've promised that I would do something to make up for the late updates, ne? I think it was back in chappie 3 of Love From my Future. –cough-shamelessplug-cough- I have my first fic's second anniversary and my graduation to celebrate as well. And, my birthday. nn -Happy birthday to me!!- So I thought, what could be a better gift to give my readers and reviewers than another story from me? Oo Thus the reason why, yet again, you're bothering yourself with my story.. -grins- Although it's not of the same category, I hope you all enjoy. The song's by Bob Carlisle. Not mine.

Disclaimer

-Hajime-

-Jianne faces the readers bravely. Jianne is oblivious to the Clamp executives in attendance-

Jianne: I don't really see the sense of putting up these disclaimers. First, they always, always ruin the readers' mood. They take up space in the story. They call for time. They test the authors' imaginative minds to come up with a unique disclaimer...

-Enigma interrupts Jianne and drags Jianne. Enigma is aware of the evil looks of the Clamp lawyers thrown to Jianne, the poor, poor, silly authoress, but Jianne continues to babble-

Jianne: ...They cause redundancy. They rub on the writers' faces that their favorite anime can and will never be theirs. They—mmmf—

-Enigma covers Jianne's mouth and locks Jianne away. Enigma bows apologetically to the readers-

Enigma: Gomen, minna-san. Imouto-chan's a bit high on caffeine these past weeks. –mumbles- note to self: Keep the coffee and the sugar away from Jianne. –voice gets louder for the Clamp ladies to hear- Anyhow, she doesn't really own CCS. Well, only in her dreams. And maybe nightmares as well...

-Readers get bored and slowly head for the exit-

-Enigma sweatdrops and panics-

Enigma: Ahh! No! Wait! The fic's here! It's starting already! Wait! Nooooooo!!!!

-Owari-

Dedication

To all my batchmates. To my teachers who are undeniably ecstatic we're leaving. To my closest friends, Lauren, Issa, Nesti, GG and Gennie. We've went through a lot. And for that I salute every one of you. I love you guys. Happy graduation and cheers to college!

Butterfly Kisses

Larva - The Incubus

-15 years before Sakura is married to-

"Daddy?"

I looked up from the white flowers I had been appreciating and saw my ten-year old daughter looking like she was about to cry. I picked some of the stems and slipped them into my pants' pocket. Then I motioned for her to come over and sit on my lap.

"Sakura? Why? What's wrong?" After Nadeshiko passed away, Sakura used to watch her modeling videos to be able to sleep. She has discontinued doing that when she turned five. I guessed it kind of reoccurred.

Sakura clutched her stuffed toy of a yellow bear and a video tape tightly and between sobs she replied, "I couldn't sleep Daddy. I keep having these bad dreams," she paused then added, "Touya says it's because of...um, I think it's also the name of his favorite rock band or something," she tilted her head as if in thought, "what was that? Inu…Incu…" She hiccupped.

I grinned and patted her on the head. "Incubus, Sakura," I supplied helpfully. She nodded and yawned. "I believe you need to go to sleep now," I gently dabbed her tears away. "Why do we have these bad dreams, Daddy? My science teacher said that our memories affect our dreams," she persisted.

I stroked my chin thoughtfully before helping her stand. "Can you still remember Mommy's story about angels?" I asked as I carried her to her room upstairs.

Sakura rubbed her eyes with her chubby fists and replied, "Yeah. Mommy said that angels never get to sleep because they guard kids like me," I smiled. Nadeshiko used to come up with the best ideas all the time, especially when it comes to the kids.

I placed her carefully on her bed. "That's right. And you know, sometimes angels get sleepy too. They leave and that's when the evil spirit—"

"Incubus?" she asked. "Incubus," I confirmed, "comes and scares you," I fluffed her pillow before I slid her under the covers. "So how do I stop it from scaring me, Daddy?" Sakura yawned again.

There's two things I know for sure
She was sent here from Heaven
And she's daddy's little girl

"Well my little angel," I acted as if to think, "you just have to call again the tough and mighty Super Fuji!" I beamed at her and raised my arms to emphasize my biceps. Sakura clapped softly. "And of course, you also have to say your prayers," I reminded. Sakura sat up and folded her hands.

"Dear God, I'm sorry for the bad things I did this day. I knew that it was bad to stomp on Touya's foot, but I did anyway, though it was because he called me monster again," I almost laughed at that, "thank you for everything that you have given us. I thank you for giving me my best friend, Tomoyo, too. She may be a little video crazed, but I guess that's what makes her Tomoyo,"

"Um, thank you too for my friends and for my teachers and also for Yukito," she opened an eye and checked on me but I pretended to be contemplating.

As I drop to my knees by her bed at night
She talks to Jesus and I close my eyes

"I even thank you for Touya. He's actually a nice brother when he goes with me to my school now and then though he can be a meanie sometimes. I also thank you for Mommy and Daddy. Even though you're with Mommy now, I know they're the best mommy and daddy a kid can ever have. I love these persons and I hope that you'll always take care of them," She opened her eyes, but almost immediately, she shut them once more.

"Oh, and please protect me from the incubus. And please, please, help me with my math test tomorrow. I love you God and goodnight," After she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, she rested down again. I whispered a short thanks to God before smoothing Sakura's bed covers.

And I thank God for all of the joy in my life
Oh but most of all

"Sleep tight, honey. I'll cook your favorite strawberry pancakes tomorrow, okay?" I tucked her into bed and stood. "I miss Mommy's butterfly kisses, Daddy," I smiled gently and knelt on the floor beside her pink bed. "Want to know a secret?" I asked and she nodded eagerly.

"If ever something scares you, or just makes you nervous," I paused and kissed her lightly on her right cheek, "and Super Fuji would be too busy to come and save you," I kissed her affectionately on her left cheek, "your Daddy's super butterfly kisses," I kissed her nose then paused for the last time and gazed at her lovingly, "would make sure that everything will be alright, okay?" I brushed her bangs off and finally kissed her forehead. She gave me a big smack on the lips and said, "I love you Daddy. Thanks for the butterfly kisses." I tucked her in after giving her a hug. "You are our angel, Sakura," I added after fastening the flower stems to her hair that I got from earlier.

For butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer
Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair

"That tickles," Sakura grinned childishly. "Oh, and Daddy?" She strained to keep her eyes open. "Hmm?" I looked down. "If I'm an angel," I squeezed her hand, "how come do you always tell me that I have to sleep early?" As she eventually fell asleep, I couldn't help but smile again and respond tenderly,

"I guess that's exactly what makes you special, my little angel."

Tsuzuku

One night, there was this girl who was overdosed with caffeine and couldn't keep her energy under control. She was doing reruns on her many downloaded fics, and she couldn't help but notice one thing: There wasn't a single fic concentrated on that wise, loving, oh-so-perfect father of our dear card captor. So she decided to put her energy into noble use, which was then the birth of Butterfly Kisses.

I uploaded this new story with the update on LFMF. It was kind of a spur-of-a-moment thing...I was like, hey, why don't I upload my new story? Know that this is sort of an experimental fic—I was trying to develop my writing skills on the drama side. But this won't be a tragedy or something. I'd like to keep things light even if it's under the drama category. I don't think it will be drama all through out anyway.

Anyhow, you'd enjoy this more if you'd download the song by Bob Carlisle. And since this is experimental, I need more feedback as possible. I don't care if you want to flame me, if it's accompanied with useful criticisms, then it's fine.

Thanks and do review.