Author's Note: Please Read!
You guys know the pretty cover art drawings before every chapter, with the chapter number and title listed on them? Well, I always love looking at them, and wondered what the story is behind of them so....wala! Each chapter of this story is a oneshot/drabble dedicated to each chapter cover art of Tsubasa Resevoir Chronicle. Angsty, depressing, uplifting, cheery, funny, silly, crack, romantic, heartwarming....all genres! However I interpret a picture when I look at it.
Whew, for some of these it is going to be very easy, and others will be difficult.....and there will be quite a lot of chapters, because there are quite a lot of Tsubasa Chapters.....wish me luck! And your reviews will really inspire me and help me out! If you have any ideas for certain pictures, please do tell!
One other thing, real quick. The first title (ex. Chaptire 1. The World of Beginnings) is the original chapter title that appeared in the book, and the second chapter (ex. Reach) is my title for the oneshot. Okay, I'm done rambling!
I can't find an online picture of this cover art picture! At least not the one from the english release of the book. The one I used was a close-up of Sakura and Syaoran's hands really close to touching at the fingertips, but not quite close together enough.
Chaptire 1. The World of Beginnings
Reach
Sakura was – and had always been – in a place just outside his reach. She was the princess of a country, and he was a commoner, it was as simple as that.
He could reach his hand out to catch hers, he could lean out as far as possible, but he couldn't span the distance that separated them. Sometimes though, the distance felt smaller, and their hands were only a breath away….and something happened that reminded him that the breath's distance – no matter how small it seemed, and how close he thought they were - would never close.
He wanted to reach her – so, so bad – and she wanted to reach him too. The two were desperate to touch, to feel the other's presence and catch the hand of the one they loved but –
- They would always be only a breath's distance away.