A/N: I do not own any of the characters portrayed so far in this fanfiction. They are property of CLAMP and any companies that have been given rights to their use. Nor do I gain any monetary benefit from it. Only a small measure of satisfaction.
This is my first fanfic for TRC, my first fanfict, ever actually. Please be kind. However, please do review.
I also need to find an editor... obviously as my grammar and spelling sucks.
This fanfic contains spoilers and continues on from Acid Tokyo and with the knowledge of Fay's past.
Rated PG-13 for now. Probably M later on.
Tears.
To each and every single one of them, they meant something totally different. To Sakura they might mean joy or desperation. To Syaoran, empathy. Kurogane, the epitome of loss and grief. For Fay, it meant two steps forward and one step back. Two steps out of his shell that he locked himself in for so many years, and then one step back, out of guilt.
In the rain, the acid burning his clothes and marking his skin and with the princess in his arms, he shed those tears now. She had said the words he had been waiting to hear for the past many years.
"I am glad you didn't die."
He believed her. And once more, did not see dead blue eyes staring at him, filled with betrayal. All he saw was understanding and a pain just as strong as his reflecting in Sakura's eyes.
He felt it then. A small 'chink' as a piece of his heart fit back into place and the seams were healed together. With it, came an understanding and a new mission. This girl in his arms was now going to be his princess. Nothing mattered so long as she was alive and happy. And if it made her happy, he would be her prince.
And so began the bitter sweet process of healing.