'Ello.

Here's a Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle oneshot! (A very short one, indeed)

Pairing: Slight Syaoran/Sakura

Disclaimer: I do not own Tsubasa! It's CLAMP's!

Enjoy.


I clearly remember that night – that night when everything changed. There had been a full moon. I remember standing outside with you, in the darkness, brightened slightly by the full moon and billions of stars.

I have not looked up into that same sky since. Something much more important came along, and here I am now, in some other world.

It is night here, and I'm awake, though everyone else sleeps. I'm looking out the window, up into the sky. Our journey has been going well, and we have collected a few feathers. We've made new friends and allies, and seen wonders beyond our own world.

Still, I feel lonely. Home feels so far off. It's as though the only bit of home I have now, is you, my friend since childhood, and my memories.

Then I must remember – you have neither of those things.

As a lone tear escapes my eye, I look further above and see the moon. It is full. Once again I am reminded of that night when your memories flew away and our relationship as we knew it shattered.

Every world has a moon. To the number of worlds I have been too now, there has always been a moon, with the same qualities. It still gives us dim light, as it goes through its phases.

Do you remember that night? No, no of course not. You told me you had something important to tell me, and now I can't help but be curious. Will whatever it was, come back to you as we collect the feathers?

Even if it does, will I still be the person you will want to tell?

I try not to think about it; my mind should be occupied with other things. The answers to my questions will come eventually; I just need to be patient.

I also need to get some sleep.

With one last look through the glass window-pane, I turn and cross the room to the futon I'm using while we stay here. I glance over to where you are sleeping soundly on a mattress of your own.

Even when you are sleeping, you are beautiful – no, especially when you are sleeping, you are beautiful. So carefree and innocent.

I find myself at your side rather suddenly, looking down at your sweet face, gently illuminated by the moonlight coming in through the window. I kneel down, to come level with the bed.

I raise an arm slowly, and gently brush a strand of hair back off your face. It falls right back down. I lower my eyes, smiling, a tinge of pink flushing my cheeks.

With a hardly audible sigh, I start to stand up again, but stop midway. Then I lean in quickly and kiss your forehead.

Then I am standing upright again, and backing away. I watch, wide-eyed, as your lips curve a little upwards. My first thought is that you are awake, and that you have caught me in the act. I wait, holding my breath, but you do not move.

I sigh with relief and then slide into the covers on the other futon. As I lay on my side, the last thing I see before closing my eyes and succumbing to sleep is the smooth moonlight cast across your relaxed form.


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-D0n Quix0te