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Also I don't pretend to have any Mastery over the language of Japanese or any clue as to correct grammatical structure. I put it in and hope it gets across the point I'm trying to make!

Unrequited.

By Dr Megalomania.

Part Two: The Dream

//Something about the moonlight . . .//

The blue moonlight and the cool wind seeped through the open window, Yukito shivered and stirred slightly within his sleep. Inside of him, an awakening was occurring.

Yue was returning to consciousness. As Yukito fells deeper into the unconscious state, Yue rose, rose, rose until his head broke the surface.

He was awake.

He sat up and felt aware of something, something strange.

//Something about the moonlight . . .// Yukito's curious thought pushed itself to the forefront of his mind. //What is there about the moonlight? // Yue wondered as he rose from the bed. As he approached the window he felt a curious lightness.

He gazed at his reflection at the window, unlike earlier that night; Yukito was not staring back at him with amazement. Sighing sharply, Yue admonished himself once more for his carelessness, "Datte . . ."

Yue's head fell forward as he pushed his hands against the cold glass, "Datte . . ." he whispered. He remembered the look in Yukito's eyes so awed, worshipful and yet, warm and loving. //Loving? // His head snapped up again, //How could he have been 'loving'? // Yue thought bitterly, //He does not yet know the truth//

Yue had had other forms, many other forms in his centuries long existence. Each of whom, once they found out the truth, had had a worst reaction to Yue than the last. In fact, the last false form, he had created, had killed himself rather than live with the knowledge that he was merely a facade to hid Yue's true form.

Yue's eyes crimped with unshed tears, each form he created, had been made with care, yet each rejected him. Yukito was Yue's last hope, Yue created him, painstakingly, to make him perfect. No anger, not a hint of hate, Yukito always saw a little good in everyone he met . . . //Datte . . .// Yue thought sadly, //When the time comes will he see a little good in me? //

Yue stared searchingly into the reflection in the glass, //Will he see a little good in me? // His eyes fell on his reflection's shoulder. Yue hummed in amusement; that was what the curious lightness emanated from: his shawl had slipped off.

Casting a look at the blue moon, he sighed, folded his wings away to non-existence and turned back to the bed.

Yue's mouth dropped open as the warm amber eyes of his other form widened in shook.

Yukito was clutching the shawl, he had run it through his fingers and it had felt like silken water. When he had looked up, the Reflection of the mirror was standing by the window, looking at his own reflection in the window.

Now the angel stood facing the pale skinned youth, neither knew what to say. Yue's eyes fell onto the nightstand and he glided softly to the side of the table. Yukito shuffled along the bed and placed his feet quietly on the hard wood floor.

The curtains fluttered gently as Yukito wondered why the angel had returned.

A hand on his shoulder broke him out of his thoughts. He turned and Yue raised something to his face. Yukito back away slightly, a smile tugged at Yue's lips, "Have no fear, I mean you no harm . . ."

Yue placed the glasses on Yukito's face, although he had perfect vision, he had created Yukito to have glasses. For some reason, Yue had wanted to hide some of the wide-eyed charm that Yukito possessed. It warmed him to think that at the end of the day, it was Yue alone who saw Yukito's full warm face. Without consciously realising it, Yue cupped Yukito's cheek.

Yukito shivered slightly at the cool touch and brought both of his hands up to cover the icy hand of the slivery angel. As his eyes slid shut, Yukito whispered, "Why are you here?"

Again Yue hummed in slight amusement, "I don't know, I shouldn't be here . . . Perhaps this is a dream"

"Yue . . ." Yukito breathed, his voice taking on the same reverence from before. "Where did you . . ."

"Shh . . ." Yue murmured, as he raised his other hand to Yukito pale other cheek, "Shhh, don't wonder, don't think, just let it be."

Yukito moved his hands to cover Yue's. He gently pulled them from his cheeks and laced his soft fingers with Yue's slivery fingers. He held them up together; it was if they had pulled each other through the mirror. 

"Yue . . ."

Yue's cool amethyst eyes meet his calmly, "Yukito . . ." he breathed back.

Yukito blinked in surprised, Yue's voice was the same voice that murmured the strange thoughts he had heard as he walked home.

"You were with me . . ." he murmured in surprise, Yue's face creased into a sad frown. Yukito continued, "You were with me on the way home today . . ."

Yue sighed and stood. He strode over to the window once more. Yes. He answered in finality. This was it, Yukito was going to realise the truth and then he would try to rid himself of Yue. The angel sighed, he adored Yuki, in a way he had never enjoyed his previous false form.

Yue stared up at the blue moon, "There's something wrong with the moonlight . . ." Yue tried not to jump as Yuki's voice sounded close behind him, "Is that why you are here?"

"Perhaps . . ." Yue murmured, "Do you mind?"

"Mind what?"

"That I . . . stay with you?" Yue smiled as Yuki's soft chuckle echoed around the room.

"It's nice . . ." Yuki stood besides the mysterious angel and stared out the window, ". . .To know that I have an angel looking down upon me."

Yue glanced at him, the snow rabbit seemed utterly accepting of the situation, but Yue had no desire to correct him. //Let it be . . .// Yue breathed slowly as he looked at Yukito's profile, his most perfect false form. Right down to his toes, the only mistake Yue had made with him was his fingers. Clow had left a slight imperfection in Yue's fingers, the middle fingers bent slightly at the tips. This wasn't anything dangerous to him, however it was strange to create any magical creature with such a simple imperfection. Yue had stared at his hands for hours pondering it, why it was so. There seemed little point to it, however Yue had passed this trait to Yukito. Yuki had not spent hours staring at his hands worrying about this strange feature; in fact he celebrated in his uniqueness.

 Yue sighed as his eyes settled on Yukito's pale lips, they quirked gently, Yuki was aware that Yue was studying him. Yue pulled his gaze away to look in the window. He glanced at Yukito's reflection, and had to restrain himself from gasping.

Yukito's reflection was not his own.

A glance at Yuki's face told Yue that Yukito had not noticed this, Yue looked at his own reflection, Yukito's rightful reflection stared back at him. While his reflection smiled distractedly like Yukito did, the Yukito in the glass reflected the sadness and shock in Yue's face.

"There's something about the moonlight . . ." Yukito murmured, unaware of Yue's internal shock, "Isn't there? That's why we can see each other now . . ."

Yue glanced at Yukito, and Yukito looked back at him, and smiled. Yue nodded, "Perhaps . . ." he looked at the reflections again . . . they had changed, before Yukito was Touya, before Yue . . . //Clow?//

"Perhaps . . ." Yue pressed his hands against the glass, Clow's reflection pressed his perfect hands against his angels, Yue's eyes slide shut tightly, "Perhaps . . . this is Clow's doings . . ."

Yukito blinked, and looked out the window. The moonlight still immersing the quiet garden in blue. "Excuse me?" Yukito asked quietly, "Who is Clow? . . . is this a bad thing he has done?" Yukito frowned slightly, "Does he mean you harm?"

The angel snorted in quiet humour, and turned away from the window. He returned to the bed and sat on the edge, "Hardly . . ." he murmured, "He was ou--- the angel looked up quite suddenly, *my*, he was my creator . . . he was called the Master Clow Reed . . . one of the most powerful magicians in the known magic world."

Yukito moved towards him, and knelt before him, Yue sounded like he needed to speak his lonely tale. Resting warm hands on the angel's cool knees, Yukito smiled reassuringly, "Onegai . . ." he murmured, "Tell me of him."

"He lived long, long ago . . . and he was the most powerful magician, he created me . . ." The angel paused turned his head away, trying to hide the soft tears; Yukito raised his hand and brushed them away.

"Tell me of him . . . please?"

Yue nodded, and pulled Yukito's hands into his lap, Yukito leant forward to hear Yue's whispers.

"He created me . . . and . . ." Yue looked up at Yukito, "And . . . I . . ."