Greetings and Salutations! It's been practically a year since I last posted anything. Here's an idea that's been playing around a bit in the back of my mind. Please let me know what you think. There's more already written but I'm still not sure where its going to take me before I get to the end.

Disclaimer: The characters contained herein belong to Clamp.

On with the story.

'Sero te amavi, Pulchritudo tam antiqua et tam nova!
Sero te amavi.' S. Augustine

Chapter 1
Too Late I Loved You

"But its raining!" Kero wined. "I'll get soaked!" In a panic, Kero continued. "How about if we did a reading from the cards to find him, or . . .or ,send Eriol? Or, even better, just let him alone? You know he hates to be bothered, and then he would just come back on his own, when he's ready." Not detecting any yielding from Sakura, Kero begged. "Please, please, PLEASE. Don't make me go out there!

Sakura turned and glared. "He'd do it for you." Then her face softened. "I have to, Kero. It's my fault. And I don't want to go out alone." She sighed. "Besides, with the Great Beast of the Golden Eyes out helping, we'll be home in no time." She flashed a quick smile. A little flattery didn't hurt.
Kero saw that smile and caved. Sakura was right. If their roles were reversed, his brother would come looking for him. And too, he was the Great Keroberos, Guardian Beast of the Seal! However, none of this changed the fact that by walking out that door, he'd be soaked. Mumbling the whole way, Kero preceded Sakura out the door.

They opened the door and surveyed the sight before them. Visibility was low as water fell in unbroken sheets from the sky. Although the wind seemed to be dying down, Kero could already feel the cold biting into his fur. Wet, cold, dark. "Trust Yue to come unhinged during a typhoon" Kero muttered. Then, more clearly, "We'd better split up. Cover more ground."

Sakura barely registered Kero as she pulled out the Fly card. Transforming, she took off swiftly. Kero followed her example and Keroberos emerged from a swirl of feathers and blinding light. He moved off in the opposite direction.


-graceful willow
13 January 2002