Here is the complete collection of oneshots I wrote for 10_shakespeare Livejournal a rather long time ago. Somehow I just hadn't thought of uploading them here until just now. Looking through them again, I have made very minor modifications e.g changing a few titles, correcting mistakes, etc. If there are any more mistakes I might have missed, please let me know.

Some things you should note about this collection of oneshots: these are written for a writing challenge. Those who signed up (i.e me) had to complete writing 10 fanfics of their selected fandom based on quotes from the Shakespearean play of their choice. I decided to attempt writing Tsubasa RC fanfics prompted by quotes from Macbeth.

Title: Farewell
Character(s): c!Syaoran, Sakura, vague mentions of Kurogane and Fai
Prompt: "A little water clears us of this deed." - Lady Macbeth
Genre: Angst. Definitely.
Word Count: 647
Warnings: Spoilers for chapter 124.
Summary: He was a clone, a fake, a tool of Fei Wong Reed, a machine without a heart.
Author's Notes: My first fic for 10_shakespeare. Basically an expansion on chapter 124, with some assumptions of my own.
Disclaimer: Tsubasa RESERVoir CHRoNiCLE belongs to CLAMP.

It was time to proceed to the next world. Syaoran could not sense any more feathers in this world called Tokyo. The search had to go on and there was no time that he should be wasting, even if it was to clear the mess that he had made.

A dimensional tunnel had opened for him. He turned to look at the almond-shaped hole that was stretching wider and wider until it was large enough for him to pass through. Whatever lay within was uncertain to him, but he could easily guess that it was a swirling vortex of time and space, a connection between this world and the next one that he was supposed to go to. All he had to do was walk through it and continue the mission that he had started. Turning, he let the princess fall limply from his arms. She had received her feather already; his job here was done.

He took a step towards the opening. He knew that everybody's eyes were upon him. They had been glued to him ever since he had emerged from the water, dragging the exhausted magician behind him. Blood had been painted all over their bodies, streaks of crimson having splattering all over their faces and torn clothes. It had been obvious who was the culprit. Even a fool could tell who had been more powerful at that moment. The proof had been there before their eyes, clearly laid out for all to see. Syaoran was so sure that nobody would want him to stay by their side anymore. Who would want a betrayer for a companion?

Yet, as he moved closer to the dimensional opening, someone had reached for him. A hand held onto his arm, clinging onto him with whatever little strength that it had. He turned slightly to see a face, one that was familiar yet foreign at the same time. Messy brown locks framed a fragile expression, which was most strongly brought out by the stream of tears falling from pleading emerald eyes. The one whom Syaoran betrayed, who must be most hurt by what he had done, still wanted him to stay. It was a very simple, very sincere, almost desperate request uttered by a pain-filled voice:

"Please... don't go..."

But he had to leave. There was no choice for him. He was not an individual being of an independent will, like the rest of them were. He was a clone, a fake, a tool of Fei Wong Reed, a machine without a heart. He could not feel anything for his companions who were his enemies. He could not think anything except to retrieve all the lost feathers that were essential for the completion of his master's plan. He could not do anything but work for his creator who had given him his purpose to live. He should not be staying with them at all.

So with a slight flick of his arm, he shook Sakura off. He turned to face the dimensional opening again and stepped forward. As he entered, he offered no glance backwards at the princess, who must be weeping so painfully for a precious friend she had lost one more time as she fell again to the floor. He had caused her enough suffering; it was not necessary to further remind her that he had hurt her and her other companions. The opening closed swiftly behind him, shutting him away from the view of the world where he had lost his heart.

Only then did he turn back and stare quietly at the space where the dimensional opening should have been. Reaching up to touch his scarred face, he felt the tears that had just started to spill from his expressionless mismatched eyes. Mechanically, he wiped them away. Turning again, he proceeded with his mission, elimatinating all obstacles that were to stand in his way.