Disclaimer: I don't own Tsubasa – CLAMP does, and I lack both the requisite brilliance and evil to be them.
These are 5 drabbles (100-word fics), one for each of the main characters' mental states after their stay in Tokyo. Spoilers for the worlds of Tokyo and Infinity.
Five Unlit Rooms
The hunger is deeper than anything. It goes farther into his soul than any need for food or drink or even for another person's touch. It hurts.
Nothing is all right now. Nothing can be fixed. He can only choose to do as she says, because she is the only one here with enough strength left to change the future that is so terrifyingly close. She is the princess. She is all that he can still protect. And if she doesn't know much what happens between him and Kurogane after she and not-really-Shaoran-kun go to sleep, so much the better.
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The pain isn't new. Waking up in Shirasakijou to find his world gone, knowing he had to make a different one, felt a little like this.
It isn't so strange to have the magician lapping at his blood. It isn't so bad, either. Cuts are nothing to the other kinds of pain he knows. They are nothing to how the new boy feels.
There is nothing he can do to help. Even if he begged the witch for a way and offered up his soul and his memories and his strength, he would still come far short of the price.
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The jealousy is worse than he had expected. Someone who watched as closely as he watched could not help but notice that she loved the other him. Even knowing that, someone who watched like him couldn't help but love her.
It's unfair, but he doesn't expect anything else. He learned when he was very young not to trust even the people he loves to be fair to him.
Though he can't expect, he must hope. He hopes that someday, for a moment or more, she will not look at him as if he is an open wound in her heart.
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The ache is omnipresent. Though pretending for the others is easy now, when she goes into her room at night she starts crying and can't stop. It's because she misses him.
She knows now that she loves him. She had not realized it before. And to see the boy who isn't him makes her feel things she never knew before: anger, and hatred, and guilt. She isn't angry at the boy who isn't hers. None of this is his fault. She isn't angry at him. She can't be.
She needs to find the one who's hers before she falls apart.
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The itch starts when he is all alone. Often he is, traveling to find the feathers. They don't always send him to the right place immediately. He doesn't care. He doesn't know what caring is anymore.
But there are certain annoyances, like the itch. It always starts when he remembers the princess of Clow, and the tears in her eyes when he went through the portal. There was a word to describe what she was then. It was a word that fit her well, that had no definition but her. He can't remember it.
He isn't sure he should try.