Alrghty; well then, How do I begin? I'm Long-Live-Christopher (LLC). Of all the fandoms out there, this is one of the last that I expected to be writing for! Charmed? Of course! Supernatural? Sure! CCS?

Let me give a very brief explanation. I am not really a huge anime fan. I havne't watched an anima since sixth grade (I'm now a junior). Yet, this fandom, which I first got into through the WB's U.S. version, has just stuck with me. Well wait let me rephrase: Yue has stuck with me. Then, a while back, a friend got me into the original CLAMP Manga, which I fell in love with! (so much better than the American CC). ANYway, after randomly looking for CCS fiction, I absolutely fell in love with Yue all over again! And, more so, Yue/Clow pairings, which are just TOO rare, don't yaw think?

ANYway, since I'm not anime savvy, I don't know the "vocab", a fault my friend is trying to rid me of! So, since the only words I know are Yaoi and Yuri, please be kind as I use the non-anime fan fiction vocab (slash, for example) and the lack of Japanese words and honorifics. BUT, rest assured that I have purged myself of the American/Western names (Yuki was Julian, Touya was Tori, etc.) though all the characters I'm interested in kept their Eastern names anyway.

SO! Enough of the A/N, don't you think? How bout we just get on with the story?

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"Will it be soon, Clow?" someone from his left asked a slight whine in its throaty voice. He needn't turn around to know that the remark had came from his first and beloved creation, Keroberos. For one, he was the only other living creature present at the Reed estate at this hour, and also because he'd been asking the same thing at least twice a day for the last month, ever since Clow had confided that he was near ready to begin his second creation.

Not that Clow could blame his for his enthusiasm, of course; in fact, he shared every bit of excitement with his "child." With only a surly cook and a maid who came once a week, the sprawling manor often was desolately quiet and still, sometimes even lonely. Kero and Clow enjoyed each other's company immensely, of course, but each was very anxious about he new member to join their family. Kero knew next to nothing of his new little brother, aside from the fact that he would be of human form, and draw his energy from the moon, whilst Kero himself gained his from the sun. For ages, he'd been trying to wheedle tidbits from his master, but he just smiled warmly, and told him he'd just have to wait, to be patient.

Clow, naturally, knew every detail, every feature of his newest and final creation. He'd been planning his "birth" for several months now, soon after his Kero had been welcomed into his life, as much a bundle of endless, exhausting energy as he was now.

As long as he'd spent planning for Kero; working out every detail, wanting to make sure he would be strong, both in body and will, he'd spent even longer on his "Youngest." Perhaps because he knew he would have the appearance of a human, as he was. Or perhaps it was because he knew that this would be his last living, conscious creation, ad he wasted it to be perfect.

Whatever the reason, the majority of his time he last few months had been spent planning. He knew exactly how he would look, what his powers would be, and, most challenging of all, what his name would be. He'd poured over books of names from 13 different cultures, searching for a title worthy of his child, just as he had done for Kero.

And speaking of which.

"Clo-ow!" came Kero's exasperated voice, putting n display the fact that he had very little patience.

Snaping back from his musings, Clow gave Kero a startled look, having almost forgotten of his presence.

"Yes, Kero?" he'd asked kindly, having forgotten what the question was.

Sighing, ruffling his think amber fur rather melodramatically, Kero repeated "I asked you if it would be soon?"

Of course, Clow thought, with a slight smile. As if he'd be asking about anything else, since dinner had already been served some hours before.

Sweeping his glasses of, he placed his book down on his study table, and turned to face Kero better.

"Kero, for the last month or more, you've asked me that same question, every single day. And every sigle day, I'm forced o give you the same answer"

" 'Soon, Keroberos, it will be soon. You just need to practice patience." Kero quoted, his voice sounding uncannily like his creators.

Clow couldn't help but laugh; Kero had brought such light into his life, (quite appropriate for a Sun guardian), a light that he hadn't realized had been missing. And every time that Kero made a joke, or mimicked the foul tempered cook, or showed his enthusiasm for even the simplest thing, Clow couldn't help but thanks every deity he could think of, for blessing him with such god fortune. Kero's creation had shwed him the positive side of life again, and he wanted nothing more than t share that newfound love with his youngest child.

"Yes, Kero. I have told you that very often, haven't I?"

"Oh, jus once or twice." Kero shrugged, suddenly nonchalant.

Clow smiled, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Well, not this time." He replied.

Kero's demeanor suddenly perked up, his ears on end, his thick, golden tail swaying contentedly to and fro.

"I beg your pardon, I didn't catch that?" he asked airily, with heaping politeness. His large eyes were bright, feigning innocence.

Reaching down, he lovingly scratched Kero behind his ears, which he knew he loved. Closing is eyes, he began to put contentedly, sounding more like a young kitten than a Sun Guardian

"You heard me Kero," he murmured softly, still rubbing in small circles as his oldest began to thump his tail happily against the dark cherry wood floor.

"You heard me. The last full moon of the winter is quickly approaching; just a few days away." Clow continued now brushing back Kero's thick, soft fur in long languid strokes. "The winter moon is the most powerful until the summer equinox, and I don't think either of us have that sort of patience, do we?"

The only response he got from the drowsy Sun guardian was a drawling "hmmmm" under a purr.

Chuckling lightly, Clow shook his head, and, to Kero's distaiste, withdrew his hand and began to sift through the mountain of books and charts contributing to the clutter on his desk.

"It is late, Keroberos. Perhaps you should get some sleep."

"I don't need to sleep," Kero countered. He may have been born fully mature, but he could often be as stubborn and irritable as any spoiled three year old child.

"Yes," Clow agreed slowly, nodding. "You're right; you don't need to sleep. But you also have no physical need for food, yet you still eat more in one sitting than I often do in a day"

"Oh, fine! I can take a hint!" Kero groused. Turning his nose up in mock disdain, he forced his voice into a quiver "I can see when I'm not wanted"

Clow knew very well that Kero was just using his excessive sarcasm, but it disturbed Clow, all the same. With all the time he'd spent preparing for his youngest creation; he had always made sure that he made time to spend with Kero, without being reoccupied by work. Just as with a parent with a new child on the way, he didn't want his oldest to feel as though he were being replaced.

"Don't you say that Kero," Clow admonished with a slight frown on his dark features, though his voice was absent of scolding. "You know I wasn't trying to get rid of you. Never would I want to be rid of you, ever. I just want to make sure that you're resting enough. The Sun can sustain you, more than enough, but a little extra sleep can't hurt."

Kero, slightly ashamed of himself, nodded. He knew how much Clow loved him; and would love his little brother. He also knew how nervous he was, about the entire ordeal. Sometimes even a joke, meant to be lighthearted, could ruffle him the wrong way.

"I am sorry, Clow. I meant nothing by it" He went and laid his head down on his msters lap, his way of wishing Clow a goodnight.

"I know, Kero, I know. Now, get some sleep; I'll see you in the morning."

With a nod and a soft purr, Kero left the study for his own room.

Sighing quietly to himself, Clow stretched his arms high above his head, and worked out a kink in his neck. He knew he should take his own voice, and retire to his bedroom for the night. But though tired, he wasn't the slightest bit sleepy. The very idea of sleep seemed a ludicrously lofty dream, which was saying quite a bit for someone who had catured the energy of the raging sun into one large ball of energy, and planed to d the same with the elusice moon.

Moon.

He could see the glowing rb from the window off his study, the deep burgundy velvet curtains parted just enough to let it shine down through the glass. As much as the sun was raging, energetic anf fiery (just like his own Kero), he moon was calm, peaceful and majestic, just a few of the qualities he hoped dearly to see in his newest child.

It was almost a complete sphere, the full mon onl a few short nights away, as he had told Keroberos. A small sliver still hid in the darkness, still awaiting the warmth of the sun, so many million miles away, to shine down and illuminate it's edge.

Clow quite liked the analogy; the moon depended on the sun for light, to help it shine, yet the moon itself held such a haunting beauty, such a hypnotic spellThe sun was wild, seemingly a free spirit, yet required the assistance of the blue orb o take it's place in the sky when it no longer could hold itself above the earth. He hoped fiercely for his children, living embodiments of the Lantern and the Fire, to have such a relationship; each powerful, strong, and able to hold their own, yet more than ready to support their brother and to accept his offer

Somewhere in the manor, a clock struck. It was too distant to count the bells, but Cow knew it was unbearably late. Standing, his legs still from sitting so long, he tidied up his desk as best he could, blew out the dying flame in his lamp, and left his study, now still save for a long tenril of gray smoke weaving from the extinguished wick.

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Though Clow and Kero each expected the next few days to drag by with agonizing slowness, in truth each was so busy that March 15, the last full moon of the winter, had almost snuck up on them. The fact that the full moon fell on the fifteenth, the Ides of March, did not go un noticed by the guardian nor the magician. Clow wasn't sure what sort of significance this would have on his child, if any, but he was sure it wasn't just a cosmic coincidence; just as the un predicted Solar eclipse the day of Kero's birth was no coincidence.

Though one might think that the best time for such a spell would be the infaouse Midnight, it was actually the moment the moon reached its highest point in the sky, some 2 hours after the Witching hour that Clow would begin his magic.

Kero had begged and pleaded to be present to welcome his little brother, but Clow had out right refused. As he'd already learned, trying ti harness the power of a celestial body was a wild and unpredictable process. WhenK ero was 'born', every window in the conservatory had been blown out, sending shards of glass fling through the air, leaving Clow with several deep cuts. He wished to take no chances with Kero's well being, especially seeing as how more roguish than the sun the moon could be. Magic of this magnitude, whether asking for the assistance of the superior beings, or trying to create a whole ew being, was always immensely difficult, and required intense concentration

And besides, Clow had been alone when Keroberos had been created; he also wished to be alone this time. He didn't tell Kero this, of course.

Despite Kero's insistent protests, Clow had finally convinced him to let Clow be that night, and to stay in his room.

"You will see him in the morning, Kero. I'm sure he'll be as eager to meet you as you are him." That had seemed to clm him slightly. He wouldn't admit it, even to his master, but Clow could tell he was apprehensive. Excited, of course but still nervous. It wasn't every day that you get a new little brother.

He'd also pestered Clow about his brother's name. He would hear him for hours in his study, saying names over and over, softly yet aloud, testing their sounds. He knew he'd found one, for the boks he looked through were now resting back on their shelves. Low refused, with a slight smile in his eyes, to divulge his child's name, but Kero knew it would be a very beautiful name; Clow wouldn't settle for anything that conjured images of anything less than ethereal.

The Morning of the fourteenth dawned crisp and cold, with a biting north wind; both Kero and Clow were eager for spring to chase off the ice.

As Clow wasn't to start he spell until well past midnight, the following morning, he had near a full day to finish his preparations. Having been working towards this for months, there was an amazing amount of material to go over; incantions that needed their translations double-checked, runes that needed cross-referencingwindow panes that needed securing

Despite all the work that needed done, everything had been checked and double-checked by supper. After heir meal, both master and creation were restless, the clock on the mantle ticking by at a snail's pace; surly, the gears must be broken! No accurate clock moved through the day in such an agonizing slowness!

Ten o'clock turned to eleven and eleven melted into twelve, both slender, sculpted hands pointing directly to the top of the ivory face. Just two more hours.

Just as with Kero, his brother would be welcomed into conscience in the conservatory, a large room at the far end of the manor, on ground floor. Traditionay, the conservatory was meant to hold plants and flowers, what with the large glass walls and skylight. Clow, however, kept no plants in this room; in fact, he kept nothing in this room; the large space contained the cherry wood floor present in nearly every room n the house and high, soaring ceiling with a large panel of glass opening up into the sky. When Clow could see the full orb of the moon shining down through the center, he knew it was time to begin. He hoped that maybe the moon would decide to be rebellious, and reach its peak before Clow's two o'clock guess, but it seemed as though his estimate would prove correct. Clow, being a learned man, loathed being proven wrong, though he thought that he could sad to be incorrect, just this once.\

Kero was not a creature of patience. He passé he time as best he could, first chasing cricket around he halls, hen a moth in the dining room, and finally his own tail, when all the small critters seemed to have retired for the night. Though he was perfectly capable of reading a clock, Kero would sigh gustily, groan, and ask Clow if it was time yet, until he noticed how it was grating on his masters already frayed nerves.

And finally, when it seemed that even Kero's immortal being would grow old waiting for the right our, the clock showed that two was quickly approaching.

"I do believe it is time for you o go to bed, Kero." Clow said as he read the clock, slightly startling the lion.

"Clow, are you SURE there's nothing I can do to help you with this?" Kero tried his hand once more at his plea.

"Now, Kero. We've already been through this." Clow told him gently, trying to console him with a warm smile. "I would feel more at ease to know that you were sound asleep and safe in your room."

"No where is safer than with you, Clow." Kero pointed out, though he had long ago accepted that this was a lost cause.

Clow's anxious expression softened considerably. "Yes, you're right. You, and soon your brother, will always be safe in my presence. But even I can't tell when something is going to go wrong, and I would rather have you on he other side of the house should the windows implode again. Now, good night Keroberos. We shall see you in the morning."

Sighing is defeat, Kero wished his master god night, slinking his toned frame around his legs and tail held a bit desponded, made his exit.

With Kero gone, the room felt unnaturally quiet, as though biding it's timewaiting for something to happenwhich, then again, something WAS

Glancing back at his clock, Clow hurriedly gathered up a pile f handsome, leather-bound books, and a small wooden box elaborately carved. Taking his lamp from the study table, Clow held the light high n far in front of him, to make a considerable circle of light round him, so as snot to stumble over mislaid rugs and hall tables.

Hi heart was hammering in his chest, a mix of apprehension, nerves, and excitement he had felt only once before in his life.

Readjusting the heavy books in the crook of his arm as he walked-well, almost ran, Clow let his thoughts run free, as they often did. After such a long time waiting, he could scarcely believe that the time had arrived, that he soon would be welcoming his last child into his home, into hs heart. He could recall every deatail os Kerobeross 'bigrht,' though nearly year had passedBright, golden light. The sound of a hundred glass panels cracking into spider webs, a strong wind whipping through his hairand then, after the gale had died down, and the shards stopped ratcheting, he brought his arm away from his face hi hands starting to bleed to thin lines, and looked towards the eye of the veritable storm. There, crouched slightly, was Keroberos, is Kero.

In the form of a lion, though larger, more formidable, Kero was most definitely an impressive sight. His fur was a thick and lustrous gold, with an undertone of red, resembling pure flame in the midday sun shining through the now gaping whole in the ceiling. He seemed somewhat off-kilter, which was only to b expected, having suddenly been forced into a conscience being. But when Clow stood slowly, as not to startle him, the great lion shook his head, as though to clear his thoughts and steed forward to meet Clow halfway.

Clow had stood there a moment, admiring the beast's muscled form and steady eyes, suddenly at a loss of what t SAY to him, when Kero made the first move, kneeling down in front of the great sorcerer in reverence, an utterance of "Master" on his lips

Clow, however, being Clow, would have none of that kneeling himself, down to Kero's eye level, h placed a hand on his powerful back.

"Do not bow to me, Keroberos." Were his first words. "I am your master in definition only, not in practice or title. So I ask of you, do not bow to me"

Raising his head questioningly, Kero met Clow's gaze, staring piercingly into the mans dark eyes.

"Then, if I may ask, what shall I call you?"

"Clow," he replied simply. "Please, call me Clow."

Having reached the elaborate conservatory doors, Clow wondered vaguely if Yue would treat him as Kero did; so formally at first (though that awkward formality had instantly vanished t Kero's first meal. As well as everything served that night).

Though thick, and ornately carved, the double doors were not as heavy as they first appeared to be. The thick brass handle gave easily, and he door swung outwards, into the corridor. Stopping the door with his foot, Clow managed to slip through he doors without needing to take the time to set anything down.

The moon was almost perfectly centered; just enough time. Placing the brass lamp onto the polished floor, low went to work, flipping the first book open onto a page marked with a scrap of green cotton. Instead of the Greek words the other ages bore, this piece of withered parchment contained a finely etched design; an elaborate and somewhat confusing rune, comprised of the circle, within which where several rotated squares, images symbolic of the sun and moon. There were quick representations of the 12 zodiac signs, designs that even Clow himself couldn't identify.

Extracting a slender piece of chalk from the box, low set to work, quickly but accurately copying the books image onto the floor, being sure to include every line, every last curve

Tossing the stub of chalk into a forgotten corner of the room some 10 minute later, he next found a small velvet pouch in the box, containing ground rose quartz, as luminous as diamond, yet as soft as pebbled sand. Taking care no to spill any unnecessarily, he traced the outer most circle with a fine line of the quartz. Finally, he extracted the third and final item from the box; five white, uncut crystals, each about the size of his fist.

Each crystal was to be place at equal intervals around the circle, representing the five points of a pentagram. His long, black cloak wept and billowed behind him as he circled the drawing, aligning the crystals.

Placing the last crystal underneath the lunar symbol, Clow stood back, surveying his work thus far. The runes he crystals, the full moon sparkling overhead; everything was done. Everything was ready.

Hands trembling slightly, from nerves as much as excitement, Clow reached for the still faintly glowing lamp, moving it closer, to read.

Tucking stray, stubborn hair behind his ear, Clow opened the book in the top of the pile to the first bookmarked page. This book, unlike the last, was written in Celtic; he couldn't speak it conversationally, like English, or Latin, but he knew enough to be able to translate the text, which was what mattered in this occasion.

The longer he spoke, the louder his voice became, reaching up to the ceiling creeping into the depressions in the wall. It seemed to be filling up the room like water, weighing down and becoming dense, thick. The candle in his lamp flickered, as a slight breeze fluttered around it, though no window in the conservatory was open.

A throb of light pulsed once from the elabratly drawn circle, so quickly that it was hardly noticeable to anyone not looking.

But Clow had been looking, and waiting.

Taking the cue, he tossed the ancient tome aside, quickly snatching up the next, to another incantation, this one written in his fluent Latin. Being more familiar with these words, they seemed to roll off his tongue with much ease, the chant becoming faster, more fevered, his articulation never stumbling or faltering. The circle brightened once more, and again, for just seconds longer.

Turning a few ages tossing aside the final bookmark, his dark eyes flittered through the tiny writing, finding the last spell; a single sentence, written in a language even Clow could not identify.

And the wind picked up, the lantern completely blowing out. The light was not affected, however, as the circle was now illuminating every corner of the many-faceted conservatory. It was so bright, blindingly so, and the wind whipping circularly like a hurricane made the problem no more bearable.

Just when Clow thought he would have to turn away to keep from being blinded, a sphere of blue light began to form within the center of the vortex, glowing brighter, larger, and more solid. And right before his eyes, it began to take shape.

Although the wind was howling furiously, though he was chanting at a shout now, and though the melody of the room was now joined by the tinkling of shattering glass, Clow heard none of it, too transfixed on the figure taking form before him, slowly becoming human

Almost as suddenly as it had started, the chaos died down, leaving in its path one last gust of wind...and something else.

The room was now lit only by the moon, high overhead, yet it was more that sufficient, as the form before him seemed to glow on its own accord.

Slowly, and oh so quietly, Clow made his way towards the apparently sleeping figure, which lay motionless in the center of the circle. Though the winds had managed to fling his books open, and tear his hair from its braid, the drawings and crystals were left

Untouched.

He expected to feel something as he stepped within the circumference, as though the simple circle of chalk were a doorway into something most foreign. But no change occurred, and the figure was not disturbed.

Close enough now for Clow's weak eyesight (his glasses having been blown clean off his face) to focus on the unmoving form, he felt every breath of air robbed from his chest. He knelt down beside him, both to better perceive his child, and because he felt as though his legs would not hold him much longer.

He was so beautiful, extravagantly so. Clow knew rather vaguely how he would appear, but nothing in his most vivid dreams could compare to the angelic being before him. His skin was flawless; pale a fine bone china, and seeming every bit as delicate. He was attractively slender, as Clow could easily see, as the being was quite bare and unclothed. Most undoubtedly, the most striking feature was his hair; purest white, shadowed in silver and blue, it fell well past his feet, with his bangs cut wildly around his thin face. The snow colored strands entwined under his back, tendrils snaking over his chest, around his neck. One hand was raised delicately, to rest near his face, long fingers slightly curled. His features were somewhat feminine, and at first glance, might be mistaken for a woman, once he was clothed. His eyes, presently, were closed, long lashes fluttering softly against ivory cheeks, though Clow guessed quite certainly that the irises would be light in color.

Stunning. There simply was no other word for him; he was stunning.

Reaching one hand out cautiously, he laid it ever so gently against his cheek; his skin was warm, soft. He let his hand drift up, though his thick, long bangs. The strands glided through his fingers like strands of silk.

"Yue".

He'd found the name, not in a book, but a poem, written in Chinese. The word meant "moon". He knew, the moment he read it, that it would be perfect.

Just like the angel it was given too.

Gently slipping an arm behind his thin shoulders, he raised Yue up to rest against his chest. Cradling him gently in the crook of his arm, he continued to brush his white hair back comfortingly.

He had sat there, only a few moments, when Yue began to stir. His eyelids fluttered, and finally opened, revealing bright blue eyes, with pupils resembling a cats.

"Hello, Yue" Clow said quietly, hoping not to startle him.

He turned his head slightly, towards the voice. He said nothing, just continued to look at Clow softly, his eyes blinking often, as though trying to bring the man above him into focus. When his features finally became corporeal in Yue's opal eyes, he smiled faintly, almost drowsily, though he still made no intention to speak.

"Hello, Yue," Clow repeated, returning his smile gladly. "My name is Clow."

Still no response from Yue, save his kind, yet vague smile. Clow raised him up a little higher, so he was sitting up, eye to eye with him.

He was a bit flustered, actually. He had expected Yue to be as Kero was; a bit disconnected at first, yet eager to speak, to move, to LIVE. But he hadn't been expecting him to be so quiet, content at simply looking at him. Not that he couldn't understand, of course. He'd be a little out of whack too, if he had self-awareness when he was first born.

He stood, than, sliding his hands down Yue's arms to his hands, cool and soft in his own. He intended for Yue to stand with him, and lead him out of the room; it had gotten rather cold with no glass in the window.

But Yue made no move. He simply cocked his head to one side, almost questioningly.

Clow nodded, making a somewhat worried note. Yue, seeing Clow's smile fade and his brow furrow, tried to mimic the same expression, though the look came across as simply confused on his own smooth face.

"Here, Yue. It's all right," Clow soothed, misreading the mimicry. He bent slightly, grasping his sons' arms at his elbows, pulling him to his feet.

Yue resembled a newborn colt, teetering with his legs akimbo. His unnaturally long hair cascaded down his back, trailing a good half-meter on the floor. He grasped Clows forearms wildly, to keep himself from falling. Not that Clow would over let him, of course.

Supporting him strongly, Clow began to take small steps backwards, barely a shuffle. Yue followed suit, one long, shaky leg stpeing forward in time with his masters. His hair swayed behind him, waving lazily like ferns in an ocean current. Clow took great care to mindfully sweep any stray shards of glass from his path, so Yue wouldn't cut his bare feet upon them.

Only once id he stumble, falling forward, his cat-like eyes wide with fear. He would have hit the hardwood floor had Clow not been there to catch him.

"You're all right, Yue. It's all right," Clow murmured, gently rubbing his slightly trembling back. He felt that his shoulder blades were slightly more pronounced than his own, and seemed to be much warmer than the rest of his body, but much Kerberos's when he dismissed his wings. Undoubtedly, his child had his own pair of angelic wings to match his unmistakable appearance. Being so young, he might not know yet how to summon them.

Taking hold of his arms once more, Clow continued to lead the Moon Guardian from what was left of the conservatory. Yue's pupils thinned in the bright light f the corridor, provided by the many candles flittering in lamps along the walls. His fascination of something so mundane amused Clow; he was like a small child, seeing the first blossoms of spring. It gave Clow the same warm feeling as when he watched Kero outside, instincts overtaxing manners, making a sport out of chasing the rabbits from the many gardens.

"This way, Yue," he said softly, turning the pale young man around a corner, past Keroberos's room, in which he lay, presumably asleep. At the far end was Clows own room, and between the two was the room Clow and Kero had arranged for Yue. Unlike Kero's, which was arranged in vivid reds, oranges and blacks, Yue's was a settling blue and silver, quite representational of the moon. A large bay window faced over the lake, where the moon rose in he evening. The curtains were thin enough to let the lunar light through though thin enough to block out anyone viewing from the outside.

Leading him to the far end, where a handsomely carved four-poster bed stood, Clow went to ease his child down upon it. However, Yue wasn't amiable to Clow supposedly leaving him, even for a moment, as he clung fast to his arms, refusing to let him go.

Kneeling down to his level once more, Clow ran his hand gently over us worried features.

"Yue, it's all right," he murmured calmly, resting his palm against his cheek. "I'm not going anywhere."

This seemed to cm the other man down a bit, as he eased his grip on Clow's forearms. Smiling warmly, Clow stood from his position on the floor. Yue's hair was falling heavily over his shoulders, quite literally puddling on the bed sheets and his lap.

It was then that Clow realized that Yue was still unclothed, save the cape of hair he wore. Turning slowly, as not to startle him, he pulled open the partitions to the wardrobe across the room.

Unlike with Kero, Clow had had to make sure that Yue would have clothing to wear. And being a Reed, one of the wealthiest families in the country, Clow bought the finest for his child. Embroidered silk robes in vivid colors, designs woven in fine gold thread. Light, flowing gowns and satin sashes. Pulling out a gauzy, white robe, he draped it over his arm and turned back to Yue, who sat still, patient, and smiling contentedly.

Reaching behind him, he began to pull the yards of soft hair over his shoulders, out of the way; he'd definitely need to teach Yue to braid. In on sweep, h pulled the robe over Yue's slim shoulders, coaxing his arms in the sleeves.

As Clow tied the white robe around his waist, Yue studied the gown quizzically, the feeling of cotton strange against his skin. He pulled at it, tugging curiously, until Clow pulled his hands gently into his lap. Yue cocked his head once more, the vague, somewhat lost, yet ever-loving smile still present on his soft lips, his blue eyes sparkling.

Shaking his head softly, returning his sons sense of happiness, Clow sat down beside him on the plush bed, and, giving in, knowing he wouldn't frighten him, pulled Yue tightly against him, his arms encircling his thin frame easily. Tucking his head beneath his chin, he found that his hair smelled of jasmine.

At first, Yue stiffened, not sure of what was going on. Bu it wasn't long before he realized that whatever this was, he liked it; it made him feel nice.

He relaxed deeply into Clow's arms, nestling down against his strong chest, his

own arms resting on Clow's shoulders.

Clow was unsure of how long he sat there, holding the angel in his arms; long enough for Yue's breathing had become deep and even, long enough for him to still into peaceful slumber.

Despite all the love and adoration that Clow already felt for Yue, his elation was somewhat overshadowed by worry. Almost as is something was…no, no..nothing was "wrong." Nothing with either of his children could ever be "wrong".

Different then.

Compared to the birth f his brother, something bout Yue was…different..

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WOAH! 13 pages! Longest chapter I've ever written!

A/n. having only seen a few episodes of the original anime, I have no idea in what era Clow lived. Not a clue. So I'm setting him in the mid 1800's.

I out so much blood, sweat and tears (wow I'm overdramatic.) into this story, so won't you lease, please review?