Perceived curses
Author's Notes: So, there's a serious confusion between who's Fai and who's Yuui, but I can say with all of my pride that this time around, it was on purpose, hah! Also, uh, it's a sad but canonical ending, okay? Just warning beforehand. This story is all about the twins' "curse" and magic. (Also just might have been me blatantly taking an opportunity to take a shot on why Yuui stole Fai's name after Fai's death when he was born Yuui. Just saying.)
DISCLAIMER: Hey. Let's make a copy-and-paste thing here. Okay, so, CLAMP and its works are not mine. They belong to, uh, CLAMP. WISH, Holic, Tokyo Babylon, X, Tsubasa, RG Veda, Kobato, Cardcaptor Sakura, Drug & Drop, Chobits, and every other story I have not mentioned here but that I might use are not mine, but CLAMP's. Also, the characters are also CLAMP's property. What I do own is this series of drabbles I've been writing from different CLAMP works, that are not really related. I have no monetary interest with any of this, of course, but, now, if you'd like to leave me comments, I'd be incredibly happy… (Sorry, sorry. Thought it was a good opening)
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Yuui could only be Yuui when he had Fai.
It was simple enough, for them: why would he be Yuui without his brother? They were everything. They were interlaced magic and they were life. They were a bond thrumming under their skins, magnets pulling at each other. Yuui had magic in his blood, and Fai had his blood.
They were one and they were two.
It was as natural as breathing — when they stood, side by side, and took each other hands, they knew what went through each other's mind. They knew what Yuui/Fai was thinking. They knew he's here, and they knew I'm here. Blood ran together, and magic sparked under their fingers, and they were simply… them.
And those, who walked alone, magic locked away in a single body, were the only ones who could be blamed for seeing this as a curse.
To Yuui and to Fai, there was no curse. No bad omen. No misfortune. There were no mistakes. Yuui and Fai were — and being had never been a crime.
Except that, it would seem, being was a crime.
Being one in two was ruin.
There was no right explanation. No motive. They were Yuui and Fai, they were… they were. They never wished anyone any misfortune. They never even used their magic on someone that was not I.
But the King, their uncle, said that their father's death was their fault. As if Yuui or Fai or Yuui/Fai could have — could have wished someone's death. Their own father's death.
As if Yuui (Fai) were a killer.
"We did nothing," they said to one another, silent voices that no one else could hear. "Why would we do that?"
But the King went on, loud, quick, strong words — and they did not hear words, they did not hear sounds, because they heard magic, thrumming in the air, pushing against their dual bodies. They heard a language long lost to most in this country, because they knew this language never lied.
And what they heard, on this language, was accusation. Envy. Hate.
They heard the tale of someone weaker, someone ill, someone driven mad, and even before the verdict was said, they already knew the answer.
Separation.
Non-being.
Yuui sent a wave of magic into Fai, and the hand under his own went warm, comforting, and they took their last breath, their last seconds to think, "we are we. I am Yuui and Fai, and no one can take that from me."
And when a body fell dead under their sight, cold and lifeless, Mother's loved, warm face forever beyond reach, Yuui/Fai kept quiet, but they knew.
There was no crime, with them — but, to everyone else, magic should be unique, personal, and for they had one magic between two minds, they would never be forgiven.
Yuui and Fai were one, and they were two, and, forever, then, they would be one another, even when everyone else were nothing.