A/N: This takes place approximately Chapitre 63 of the Tsubasa manga, in the Country of Shura.
Desire by Ransomed Heart
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It wasn't until later that Ashura-Ô was struck by the irony of his own words. Sitting alone in his chamber, the god allowed himself a rueful smile.
That's the power of your desire, Syaoran.
And where had the power of desire gotten him? Entangled in a ancient, bloody war against the very person he desired. He hung his head, and his dark long hair cascaded down to conceal his face. Beneath the mask of hair, Ashura smiled bitterly. To get what he really wanted, he had to destroy it. Defeat Yasha-Ô to gain control of the castle in the sky, on a mere myth's chance that it would grant his desire. But the risks were so high…He could be killed…Or even worse, he could hate him…And perhaps he already did.
Had Ashura been one for tears, the though would have surely made them slide down his pale cheeks. Instead, the god straightened his posture, sweeping his hair back with a hand that was only trembling slightly.
That's the power of your desire.