Disclaimer: Here lies the cruel reminder that CLAMP owns CCS and I, unfortunately, do not. Also, the two lines in the beginning are from the song "Angel" by Jack Johnson. I recommend you listen to it while you read the story!
Summary: Sakura and Syaoran have shared everything in the ten years they've dated, but there's one thing he'll never tell her. Short, sweet, and fluffier than cotton candy. Drabble, AU.
Just something I wrote in a spare ten minutes somewhere. Not in the vein of what I usually write, but fun, nonetheless.
Angel
"I've got an angel
She doesn't wear any wings."
Syaoran knew the tale of how Sakura's parents had met almost as well as he knew Sakura herself.
"He called her a fallen angel," she'd say with a giggle, and even though she'd told the story many times before—hundreds of times in the ten years they'd dated—she would smile in delight each time.
Syaoran had never had the pleasure of meeting Sakura's mother, as she had passed long before he'd ever met Sakura. But he knew plenty about her, for she was one of Sakura's favorite topics of discussion.
"My father says she always wanted to travel the world," Sakura had said once, her voice soft and a dreamy look in her eyes. They lay in bed together on their stomachs, facing each other under the covers. "I wonder where she wanted to go and what she would have done."
"Well," Syaoran whispered back, reaching over to stroke her hair, "maybe she wanted to backpack around Europe and see all the great cities and stand under the Eiffel Tower… Or maybe she wanted to visit all the old palaces and ancient temples around Asia. Or she could have wanted to travel the rainforests in South America or climb the highest mountains in the world or go snorkeling in Australia…"
Sakura's eyes lit up, thrilled at all the ideas Syaoran had thrown out there, and if only to preserve that expression on her face for as long as possible, Syaoran continued. "Or maybe she wanted to do all of it. Maybe she'd have taken you along, even."
To his horror, however, he watched tears spill down her face suddenly, and he quickly apologized. "Wait—Sakura—I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean to make you upset—"
"No, it's not that," Sakura said, shaking her head, and Syaoran watched in confusion as she smiled. "It's just… The thought of that makes me really happy. Kind of sad, too, because it won't ever happen—but mostly happy, because it could have."
Syaoran stared for a moment before he felt himself smile back. He wiped the tears from her cheeks with his thumbs and pulled her closer. They continued to speculate about her mother and her imaginary travels until Sakura's voice grew softer and softer—and then, she was asleep in his arms.
In the time they'd dated, Sakura had apologized countless times for repeating her stories and ideas about her mother so often. "I know you must get tired of it," she'd say, but Syaoran would just smile and shake his head no, telling her that if it was important to her, she shouldn't hold it back from him.
It was strange, Syaoran thought as he watched Sakura now, sleeping in his lap on the couch as he read a book—he'd scarcely moved, hardly even breathed for fear of waking her, although he knew she wouldn't mind. He had never met her mother, but he truly did not mind hearing about her, because he could almost feel her presence in Sakura herself…
Because although he'd never admit it to Sakura, he was certain that she was a fallen angel, too.
This is quite possibly the sappiest thing I've ever written, but sometimes even I need a break from teenage/early-twenties angst. Note to self: find a boyfriend who secretly thinks I'm a fallen angel. I hope you enjoyed it! Please leave a review on your way out.
Love,
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