Stigma
By SMYGO4EVA
For Xing Huo, perfection was not only a goal in mind.
It was a necessity to grant the one impossible wish.
Precision ensured her master's approval, and to not become a disgrace was a personal drive for her.
Xing Huo had heard about the boy and his group producing results by gathering the feathers for the princess. If those rumors were true, she'd do what it took to stop them.
She glared at the prison of the boy called Syaoran in front of her. It was a reflection of what her master Fei Wong had created for the desire he has sought for so long, so much that there were the two selves of the boy and one of them was traveling different worlds for the sake of memories, of the one he loves.
She would give the boy a chance to seek out his wish, the wish she couldn't have herself. For her to wish for such things would be too human for her master to handle, for they were above being human, and to be human would be degradation to the both of them.
Xing Huo didn't learn how to become a stigma, but she became one when she helped the boy find the Dimension Witch.