The Space Between
Kesshou Uryou
Summary: And she passed him by and always remembered.
Disclaimer: Insert credit for CLAMP.
Tomoyo had said that she'd be meeting up with me later. She had said that this trip would be all about us spending time again with each other. Well, that's what Tomoyo had said. And she meant well, and she meant to be there for me, really, but you just couldn't trust my best friend to always have the time. But if there was one thing that you could be sure of, it was that she wanted to be there. I had come to terms with that. It was enough for me.
Still, Hong Kong was a place were I was feeling alienated. I was regretting my telling Tomoyo not to worry about me and take care of her business.
"You're the famous fashion designer after all. I can manage," I had said. Truth was, I really couldn't.
I hadn't even a clue as to where to stop and do the sightseeing I had promised Tomoyo I was setting out to do. I couldn't very well stop for directions either. Cantonese was not the one and only language I could speak without stumbling and gapping like a fish out of water. I just wasn't gifted with languages.
Worst of all, I had even started this off with the wrong clothing choice. I had decided it was still a little nippy out, but the milder Hong Kong had won another round. Japan's standards threw me all askew.
So it was a tentative air that I left the hotel, marking down on my map the way I had traveled so not to get too lost. I mean, sputtering the hotel's name could only get me so far in communication with these natives. And I really would rather not have to call Tomoyo during a business meeting just so she could find her navigationally challenged friend.
However, when I had wondered far enough and stumbled into the business district, I knew I was on the wrong trail. Apparently my instincts didn't kick in unless there was a dire situation at hand. I may not be the brightest out there, but I knew with a dreading sensation that there would be no sightseeing to be done here.
So it was with a small frown that I started the lengthy process of backtracking, hoping the map didn't fail me now. At this point I was easily irritable, especially when the streets became more crowded in a sea of workers donned in business wear.
A limousine even pulled up next to the curb in front of me and curiosity strayed my eyes to the object. Out stepped a man, surrounded by reporters that I had failed to notice beforehand. I quickly sidestepped the crowd, clutching my map tightly.
But before I had cleared the perimeter, I met the man's eyes. I had to smile just a bit. He looked as exhaustive as I did. And maybe it was me, but I thought I saw him smile back, even if it was barely noticeable.
And then he was gone.
And I was on my way.
But I remembered.
A what if fic, really. How Sakura passed Syaoran right by without ever knowing him. Basically, it's simply that the Clow Cards don't exist. I am still wondering why I wrote this.
