Okay, so this is a CCS fanfic (snaps to Anna for helping me with the idea, as always .!) Yue's lost love . . . awwwww. It's kind of depressing, but there's nice funny bits too, so that's all good. Enjoy!

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Wishing Well

Yue looked up swiftly. "Someone's coming," he announced, wrapping his wings around himself in preparation of returning to his temporary form, sending Kero spinning across the room in the process.

"Just me, Yue," Toya came through the door, collapsing in a chair and putting his feet up on the coffee table.

"Hey Toya, what's up?" Yuki emerged from the wings to place a newspaper under his friend's feet.

"God, Yuki, it's just a little mud!"

"But Toya, that's a nice table! Ah, coaster," he shoved the appropriate article under Toya's descending glass.

"Yo, Yuki, I was talkin' ta Yue, here!" Kero popped up behind them.

"Sorry." The wings engulfed Yuki, opening to reveal Yue once more. "We should probably continue this upstairs, Kero."

"Whatever," the little winged lion shrugged.

Yue crossed his arms and Kero followed him to the staircase.

"Toya, is that you?" Sakura's dad rounded the corner, barely giving Yue time to hide his wings, let alone change to Yuki.

"Toya- oh! Um, hello, I'm Toya's father, and you are . . . ?" He bowed, then waited, a curious expression on his face.

"Yue," the guardian responded, bowing back.

"Are you looking for Toya?" Mr. Kinimoto looked Yue up and down, taking in his strange robes, violet eyes, and long white hair.

"Sakura, actually, Mr. Kinomoto. Is she in her room?"

"Well, yes, but, I- where are you going?" Her father called after Yue's retreating form.

The guardian whipped around the edge of the stairs and ran up faster than anyone he'd ever seen.

"Sakura?" Yue opened the door to his mistress' room slowly. "May we come in?"

"Of course!" Sakura was at the door in a bound, slamming it open and sending Kero on his second cross-room spin that day.

"Ooo . . . I'm okay," he mumbled from the floor.

Sighing, Yue scooped him up and deposited him in Sakura's desk drawer, which he closed and locked.

"Why'd you do that?" Sakura asked, looking up at him.

"I wish to speak privately. Without any interruption." As he spoke, Yue gathered a tiny blue ball of power, shooting it at the door to prevent anyone from overhearing, and, more importantly, from entering. A second block was placed on the drawer, and the muffled curses ceased.

"What's wrong?" Sakura gestured to Yue to take a seat on the bed next to her.

He glanced at it with raised eyebrows. "I shall stand, thank you." He sighed. "I know not how to begin, Sakura but, well, I'll start at the beginning. This may take a while, make yourself comfortable."

Sakura snuggled deeper into her pillow.

Satisfied, Yue continued. "This all began centuries ago, when Clow Reed was still living. He- he was in love with a woman, Izumi, but the feeling wasn't mutual. She, Izumi, I mean, was very beautiful, and Clow swore revenge on the man she chose to give her hand. I-I suppose you're wondering what this has to do with me," Yue broke off and began pacing the room.

He stopped. "Everything. You see, the man Izumi had set her eye on was closer than he realized. It- it was me, Sakura, Clow's own creation." Yue sat at the desk with a sigh, and resumed his story with his elbow on the desk and his chin in his hand, a dreamy look in his eyes.

"As I have said, she was the most beautiful creature ever to have graced the earth, but she wasn't completely human. She was an Elf, created by an Irish sorcerer--"

"Um, what's Irish?" Sakura asked, her curiosity overcoming her hesitation to interrupt Yue's story.

"From Ireland."

"Oh. Where's Ireland?"

Yue sighed. "It's really not important, you can look it up later."

"Um, so what happened with Izumi?" Sakura asked, eager to hear the rest of the tale.

"She was one of the last surviving members of the Elven race, and Clow fell deeply in love with her. For ten years he tried to win her heart, he was always casting spells to bring her to his home.

"It was this action that was her downfall. She had come one day of her own accord, having left a scarf the night before. Clow wasn't home, and Keroberos answered the door. I heard him speaking to someone in the hall, and of course I came out too, thinking Kero was frightening innocent passers-by again, but it was Izumi. . . ."