WARNING! Spoilers! This is basically chapter one from Yuuko's Point of View

"You!"

An older woman balled her fist up. She punched him right in the face. It may be Eriol, but it was still the one she wanted to punch.

It was questionable of how long she ran the shop - centuries or a couple years...

This was totally out of character for her, observed the houseboy, Watanuki.

Or if the shop was nothing more the the insane dream within a dream - that Watanuki maybe a dream, that he is being dreamed, or he is dreaming himself into existance like the Red King in Alice in Wonderland...

Also what transpired next, she broke down into tears...

Either way, people came to the shop with wishes - every wish is "I need this," "I don't want this," "I do want that," "I want this thing," "I need that" - always selfish things never selfless wishes.

Maybe that is why the prices were so high...

Maybe that is why she is so dejected, hearing only selfish things.

"You idiot! You idiot! You left me behind..."

That is why the tears came so easy seeing the sad face of Eriol in her shop. She embraced the male in glasses, "Jerk, you left me behind! You idiot!"

Maybe that is why the self-indulgances - her dejection, her loss of faith in the whole of the universe...

If anyone asked her with, she would changed the subject. There was only two people who has ever asked her if she had a wish - the former was dead and the later was enslaved schoolboy.

"I am sorry, Lady..."

He paused about to give her real true name. But his face looked hurt seeing her cry into him like this...

"Don't say that, idiot," she sobbed into his clothes, "That just makes it worse."

A thought, 'He had to be polite, he is his reincarnation after all. He has to be polite! Damn you to hell, bastard.'

With that thought she made an unreasonable demand - the tea was hard to get...

Seeing the two of them together was amusing - Eriol and Watanuki.

Hell, this would be a perfect time for a threesome - the overly polite Englishman with a hint of mischief in his eye and the houseboy...

The visitor broke this illusion, "However... I do have someone waiting for me...lady..."

"Oh," she pouted lounging herself on the couch breaking contact.

He HAD to mention that word, "wish." Lucky for her the two girls were happy to see him - the little brats did not even care that was not Clow Reed, but played with him like he was.

"Why are you here..."

Her red lips curled sourly at the scene. Half of her wanted to join the fun. The other half knew that this figure was not the one she would have preferred to play with. Her ghostly eyes stared at him, "You have not come for just a social call. You coming here is no coincidence..."

"There are no coincidences, only eventualities, right?"
A smug smirk, "I have a wish... lady..."

He HAD to say that, his famous maxim. That made him look so adorable...

Then enter Watanuki to spoil the fun.

He mentioned his wish...

"What of your own powers? You are practically a Merlin the Magician," she carelessly took her cup off the tray, "Well, jerk?"

"A certain person whom I rather not name tried to take something that did not belong to him. He mortally wounded my miko," he said possessively of a certain woman, "With even my powers, by years' end she will die... and I shall soon follow."

"And yet you are happy with that situation, jerk?

Her intrest peaked, that certain person HAD to be Fei Wong Reed. That probably cost "that man" much attacking Eriol and Mizuki. Yuuko would have loved the details - just the sight of the carnage would make normal people cringe.

Instead he brought up troubling things explaining who and what he was. He HAD to refer to himself as part of Clow Reed. He HAD to

"...in a past life, she and I had a friendly rivalry...things happened and she asked to marry me."

"It was the other way round, jerk," she bitterly poured some booze into her cup, "You asked me, jerk."

"Have it your way, my lady," he bowed his head taking another sugar cube, "On the day of the wedding... I died... left her at the altar waiting for someone that will never come..."

"Why didn't you tell me, jerk?"

She chunked down the spiked cup of tea, "Why, you, idiot? Why didn't you tall me you were going to die? You left me behind, jerk!"

"...That is why I agreed to the wedding in the first place. I did care for you..."

"What of now," she thrust him between her plump breasts, "Hum? We can always take up where we left off..."

She would have kept those words until he mentioned his wife.

She pouted, picking up the cup indicating more tea. She said cold and businesslike, "And your wish?"

"...as I said before, my wish is to have my child travel where he needs to be..."

He took a teacake and with the other hand placed a box onto a nearby table, "This is what that person tired to take... my wish is to have it returned to its proper owner - your Sakura. I had really hoped to give it to the owner myself, to meet her and the others, but circumstances have interfered with those plans..."

He eyes grew cold and sinister, "If he tries again, or tries for you-know-what, I shall turn a good part of Japan into a desert where acid rains from the skies... than ever let HIM have them... you may have her wand, but she still has them... if he goes for the cards, or harms my Sakura, I shall destroy this country..."

"You know what," he is referring to the Sakura Cards and making a distinction between Sakura, Card Captor Sakura as "his Sakura," and Sakura, Tsubasa, as "her Sakura."

Does it matter whose Sakura is whose? In the end, a Sakura must have a Syaoran, even if the one with her has "problems."

"And the third?"

She sat up. She knew that he was totally serious about that remark - he had the willpower and the ability to sink the whole island-chain like Atlantis.

"The third one, that wish can only be granted by him," he pointed at the houseboy.

She HAD hoped that he would ask to save Mizuki. She had already set the price - that she would become his mistress. Anotherwards to have the love of his life, he would lose her.

"My wish is this...in the back of her closet is her wedding dress... I will tell you a secret, the next time she wears it, will be on the day she dies," he said to the houseboy - as the houseboy drew back afraid of him and what he was saying, "Everything in this universe from men to civilizations have their own set life-span. Nobody and nothing lasts forever, even the Great Pyramids will one day crumble into dust in an hourglass... Please, do not hasten her to wear it too soon."

He HAD to say that. He HAD to be SO selfless.

But what he said was true. The future was always in flux. In one future, she would die a tragic death for Watanuki wearing that dress, he would inherit the shop and still prepare lunches for his "boyfriend." In others, Watanuki would no longer need her, she and the shop would disappear from existance. Or many, many others...

As she thought of this, enter a younger version of himself...

This peaked her interst even more - a foursome in the making. Even with his blush, he would be so much fun to teach what men and women do together...

"...so where am I headed, father?"

The young boy asked, "I have a feeling we shall not meet again..."

"Yes," his father gave an amused smile, "A master of English magic is to meet a mistress of Chinese Black Magic..."

"You wouldn't dare!"

The woman shouted stamping her foot realizing what the older blue-haired male was suggesting.

Basically, Eriol and Kaho's son could become the father of Clow Reed. Anotherwords, Eriol was using her to create a paradox.

"Please, lady..."

A bow, and then he kneeled, "Send me there. Think of me as an insurance policy. That I can change the outcome, so that it ends happily for everyone... That I can change fate... please, let me try...I don't have a wish myself, but at least let my try to set my own course..."

The woman took a breath and hugged the young boy, tenderly, "It is always the same with your family - no matter what - your eyes are always in the distance, never caring about your own safety or how it may affect those around you ... When you set out to do something, you will do it or die trying."

This was the same for every member of Clow's family - Clow himself, Eriol, the multiple Syaorans, and Sakura, and Watanuki...

Maybe that is why she loved them in her own fashion...

Maybe that was payment indeed.

The younger boy looked at his older wondering if they would ever see each other again...

The older male hutted him tightly, "Now be a good boy, my son. Don't get into too much trouble… your mother does like to worry..."

The woman drew up her hand, the young boy started to fade into a magic circle...

"Of course, father...please...tell mother... don't worry..."

The older male tried to hide his tears. Bit-by-bit, the younger boy faded away leaving his Cheshire smile, "I will surely be alright!"

Then, the crescent of a smile disappeared. The woman exchanged glanced with the father, and then at the box's contents, "What is done is done..."

Then an amused smile at the father, "You taught him that magic spell, didn't you?"

OF course he would teach that spell - he is Clow Reed's reincarnaton...

"The same one I taught my Sakura... when she made the cards hers... the invincible spell of..."

The visitor nodded again, "I will surely be alright," and with a bow he disappeared from sight.

"Yuuko," in hopped a black puffball. There was a pout on the animal's face, "I was asleep for a bit... for a second there… I thought I heard Clow's voice... did I?"

The woman shook her head, presenting the contents of the box - one of Sakura's feathers - thought it was slightly drenched in blood, "Just an old family friend ... a colleague of Syaoran's father."

The blood had to be Mizuki's. The referance to a colleage was not a lie, technically. The Syaoran travelling with Sakura between the many worlds was the child of Eroil's former playmate, "his cute little descendant," the Card Capturing Li Syaoran and a certain Mistress of the Sakura Cards...

"...um..."

Makona interrupted, "Shouldn't I send this to my brother?"

"... of course, here you go," she tossed the feather at the black animal. In one moment it was here and the next it was gone. She turned to the houseboy, "And for your lip, back to work. No breaks here!"