The lines of reality and fantasy and romance are blurred; the only clear things in their minds are the grey chains that bind and break them.
In the darkness of night when the rest sleep Sakura finds his lips, his breath his pulse and for a while the two become one. No inhibitions, no regrets. They lay together in the midst of passion but always the morning light comes. The light brings fake smiles, fake laughter and the stale taste of lies underneath his tongue.
He starts to wonder, what is real, and what is fake. For so long his soul has been spilt into two those two lines between what is the real Fai and what is Yuui so they too become a blur in his life.
The magician is unable to trace the lines of his self but that doesn't stop him from tracing the lines of her.
His princess.
Every touch, every breath every whisper and flirtatious word whispered against her ear is healing to her and the only thing that matters in his world now is that he repair what was wrongfully taken from her.
No matter the cost. If the price is his soul, if the price is his heart breaking and shattering when he sees her with the boy the man he is destined to love then so be it.
Because in the end he will have saved the one just for him.