feathers of a bird
Author's Notes: So, this one is a Sakura-centric story, not a particular relationship one. Which was why I had taken it off from the original project, but then I was like, "why not?" — so… why not?
Ah, also, spoilers. And, uh, character death?
DISCLAIMER: Hey. Let's make a copy-and-paste thing here. Okay, so, CLAMP and its works are not mine. They belong to, uh, CLAMP. WISH, Holic, Tokyo Babylon, X, Tsubasa, RG Veda, Kobato, Cardcaptor Sakura, Drug & Drop, Chobits, and every other story I have not mentioned here but that I might use are not mine, but CLAMP's. Also, the characters are also CLAMP's property. What I do own is this series of drabbles I've been writing from different CLAMP works, that are not really related. I have no monetary interest with any of this, of course, but, now, if you'd like to leave me comments, I'd be incredibly happy… (Sorry, sorry. Thought it was a good opening)
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Feathers of a life; of a lived live, of a fated life, of a forgotten life. Feathers of a travelled path, of a told past, of a chosen and raised family.
Feathers of a person, a being, a soul. All that she was, trapped in a handful of feathers, in a few feathers that were spread and lost around the edges of the universes. All that she was, lost — just like her. And she… she was lost, unlived, empty. And the only way to find herself would be to find her feathers, her forgotten self.
Except that no one lived from the past. No one is made out of was lived, for the lived is the present. The past is important for the basis, but the future cannot be reached without a now, and Sakura…
Sakura needed a future. In this right moment, future was all she had for her. Future was all that she had promised. Future was the only thing that offered her a chance to be with whom she loved, with her friends, with those she met on her journey. And to that, she needed to live her present…
Without ever forgetting her past; ever forgetting what had already been forgotten. Without ever forgetting her soul, her life, her…
Her fake existence, lost in an instant, created by treachery.
If she was a copy, then whose were these memories? If she was a copy, then whose was this life she had lived? If she was a copy, then were her friends hers, or were them Sakura's friends?
… if she was a copy, did she have the right to keep living this stolen life, this life that should never have existed in the first place, this manipulated life?
If she was a copy, then her sacrifice was just a small thing, as long as it meant her Syaoran. Because, he may be a copy, but…
Well. So was she. Why not love another one like her, after all?