Well, Hello and welcome to my Little World of Weirdness!
I state for the record that, despite the fact I really, really wish I did, I don't own any of the official characters that will grace this story; it's all CLAMP's! Always has been, always will be! I *DO*, however, own Marcibay Hilligans and Hei-ying Reed!! I also own Mystrasa Kyree, and the dragon isn't mine, it's on loan from my good friend, the Blue Goo! And what the heck . . . I own the mansion as well! [Laughs] 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! And I don't pretend to be able to write any sort of accents so please don't hate me!
"Speaking"
*Stress/emphasis*
//Thinking//
In This Tainted Soul . . .
By Dr Megalomania.
Part eight: Mistakes
[WARNING: yaoi-lemon-call it what you will. . . it's happening here!! Please don't flame me for the content!!]
After four months after Hei-ying's creation, Hilligans had still not warmed to the black haired angel, and was still immensely suspicious. He was civil towards him, but forbid him to enter the kitchen, or Hilligans' work shed unless he or Clow accompanied him. Marcibay didn't actively know why he didn't like the idea of Hei-ying near his shed, or even in the kitchen, he just knew he couldn't allow the child near sharp objects. He had told Clow it was for Hei-ying's own protection, but Hilligans knew this was a lie; it was to protect them from Hei-ying.
Hei-ying now had the appearance of a fifteen or fourteen year old boy, he was actively vocal now, and he could sense the cards. When Clow hid a card, Hei-ying would go straight to the room and pluck it straight out of it's hiding place. Clow used the cards to train him, the Move card would move a small target and Hei-ying would try and catch it. The Dash helped to perfect his flying, it would run off and Hei-ying would have to catch it. At first, Hei-ying wasn't so good at it, the card would weave around trees and Hei-ying would try to follow but often he would fly into an unexpected tree. He was very determined though and quickly perfected the manoeuvre. He made Clow very proud, not only of Hei-ying but of himself. Clow tried not to indulge the selfish thought too often, but this was his first real *living* creation, and he doubted any other magician had ever come up with something so . . . perfect.
Today, the seventh day of summer, Clow and Hei-ying were practicing hard, in Clow's study. They had yet to perfect Hei-ying's aim. Clow had used the spring as inspiration and Hei-ying was capable of influencing plants, he could grow instantaneous vines out of the ground to hold down any target, and with enough concentration, could create jaded daggers which, when aimed and released, would become painfully sharp thorns. This kind of practice would be taking outside, with the Move and Float cards moving various objects around.
What Clow and Hei-ying were practicing in the study was Hei-ying's levitation. It was a trait that Hei-ying wouldn't be naturally acquainted with, but it was an ability that Clow had given him, in case he didn't want to use his wings, or the ground was unstable. When he had mastered it, Hei- ying would be able to float a few inches off the ground, and move around without walking.
"Why must I learn this?" Hei-ying watched Clow's feet closely as he stepped onto an invisible step.
Clow smiled as he levitated over the chalked line, "Because it will look very imposing and impressive. Appearances can be very important when you want someone to respect you."
"And the ability to float a matter of inches off the ground . . .?" Hei- ying attempted to step onto the air and copy Clow.
". . . Looks very creepy." Clow laughed as Hei-ying's foot landed on the ground. Hei-ying sighed and tried again.
"Is this really necessary?" He sighed.
"Mmm-hmm." Clow nodded, "Try to not think about it. Allow it to be."
Hei-ying paused as he tried again, "Be what?"
Clow smiled, but didn't answer. Hei-ying tried again, but failed. He slammed his foot down in frustration. Clow sat back against his desk, he chuckled, Hei-ying stared at him, "I'm sorry Master . . . but I cannot do it."
Clow smiled again, he stepped on to the rug, and he motioned Hei-ying to join him. Once they were both stood on the crimson carpet, Clow lifted his hand. The carpet began to float.
"Now . . ." Clow stood behind Hei-ying and put his hands on the boy's shoulders. "I want you to close your eyes, I am going to walk you around this carpet to let you get used to the feeling of levitation." He chuckled as Hei-ying stood tensely, the shorter boy's head came to just below Clow's shoulders. Clow leaned forward and whispered into Hei-ying's ear. "Relax. I won't let you fall off the carpet." Clow tried to ignore the slight shiver his breath caused as it brushed against the sensitive skin.
Hei-ying breathed out in an attempt to loosen up, but Clow could still detect a certain amount of tension. He chuckled again; he began to walk them in random directions. After about half an hour of this silent walking, Hei-ying' shoulders completely lost their uneasiness, and Clow knew it was time.
"Hei-ying? Do you know what the sound of a tree falling in the woods makes?" Clow leant forward again, whispering into the pale ear again. He would have just spoken normally, but he couldn't resist the idea of feeling Hei-ying shiver again.
"Yes Master." Hei-ying answered immediately, "It's very loud."
"Good . . . Now, what if a single tree fell, in the middle of woods far from anyone, with no-one around to hear it? Not even the spirits of the glade? . . .What sound would it make then?"
Hei-ying smiled, "Science would call for it to make the same sound as it would if there was someone to hear it."
"Ah . . ." Clow guided Hei-ying to the edge of the caret, "Indeed science would call for that . . . but how would you *know*?"
Hei-ying paused, "It would be . . . science would demand it, tests would prove it."
"But in order to test," Clow pushed Hei-ying closer, "There would have to be someone there to administer it. Then how would you know?"
"I . . ." Hei-ying faulted. His mind was completely focused on the problem; Clow pushed him over and off the edge, they stepped off into the air and floated perfectly. Clow smiled, his uncle had done the same thing to him. He felt so proud of Hei-ying that he turned Hei-ying slowly to face Clow, Clow leaned forward again. Open your eyes, he whispered into the boy's ear. Hei-ying gasped as he realised he was floating; he grabbed Clow's arms tightly as he dipped slightly, but then stabilised by himself. Hei-ying looked up at Clow and smiled. Clow, imperceptivity, lost his concentration and dipped ever so slightly.
The boy he held in his arms was only a few months, possible even weeks away from his maturation. His eyes were still innocent, but Clow had begun to notice a slight awakened tint to his gaze, when Hei-ying thought Clow wasn't looking, he'd stare openly. Clow was aware that Hei-ying's emotions were being to flourish, and that some of those feelings were beginning to become focused on Clow. The now nineteen year-old Clow enjoyed the interest, and lavished his attention on Hei-ying, he stroked his cheek when Hei-ying was disappointed with his performance, he would ruffle his hair when Hei-ying succeed, but he had never allowed himself to hold Hei-ying so closely before. Clow's hands tightened slightly on Hei-ying's slender waist. He was close, any closer and he could easily kiss the boy.
As soon as this last thought crossed Clow's mind, he dropped his hands and fell back to the ground. Hei-ying blinked in surprise at the suddenness of the movement but had come to accept that there were times when The Master was going to do one thing, but seemed to think better of it. He sighed as he floated to the ground, he looked up at Clow, a part of him just wishing that once, just once the Master would give in. //Give into what?// Hei-ying didn't know.
Clow was still staring at him, and then he blinked and shook his head. He rubbed his lips with his hand and paced over to his desk. "I should be teaching you some incantations . . . how to read the cards' fortunes."
He picked up a book and sat in the window seat. He stared at Hei-ying, waiting for him to join him. Hei-ying smiled and stepped into the air; he held his hands behind his back as he levitated over to Clow. He paused before sitting with him, to send Clow one smug look of accomplishment.
Clow laughed, "Well done." He raised his hand, to stroke Hei-ying's cheek. As Clow's hand gently stroke the soft skin Hei-ying's eyes slid shut, a deep purr rumbled in his chest. Clow's voice dropped to a whisper as he moved slightly closer, "Very well done . . ."
Marcibay stopped in his digging, the storm Clow had sent had done some good work, and his garden was thriving again. He smiled; the garden was going to be beautiful this summer. He picked up his tools, and started to walk up to his shed, it was a beautiful summer day full of heat and freshness. He passed the pond that lay outside his shed, and a glint on the surface drew his eye. He paused as he stared at the water's surface. He felt his body slacken slightly as the water, his tools and bag dropping to the ground, entranced him.
He frowned as the taste of brackish, dirty water bubbling up in his mouth again. The panic wasn't as bad this time, because he knew that as he entered the vision, the feeling of drowning would leave, but there was a feeling of melancholy. The feeling made him feel cold, he shivered and closed his eyes. He could suddenly see the looming dark figure over the water again. Hilligans needed help but the figure was just watching him, the voices returned . . . but there weren't so many anymore.
Just Clow's or possibly Hei-ying's voice . . . he couldn't make it out but again the voice was apologising, "Another . . . someone purer than this tainted soul . . ." Hilligans was in Clow's bedroom again, watching Clow seduce Hei-ying. Marcibay realised that the vision was warning him. Hei- ying was this age, the age he was portrayed as in this vision, he was in reality. It meant that Clow was going to do this to the boy soon. Hilligans turned, not willing to see the young magician, who he *knew* wouldn't do such a thing so soon, succumb to Hei-ying's more physical charms. He suddenly found himself standing in the doorway of a room. It was an unfamiliar room, not that he didn't know where it was, it was about six doors away from Clow's bedroom, and it was decorated differently.
The room was beautiful, full of things Clow had made, either by magic or had handmade. It was a child's room, full of toys, with white curtains with snowflakes and moons, and the bed had the same patterned sheets. Hilligans stared, a large winged lion leapt on to the bed trying to console a sobbing white haired child. The child was yelling that he hated someone, while the lion attempted to soothe the young'un. Hilligans felt a movement behind him and turned. It was Hei-ying; he was watching the two with a manic gaze, a pair of silver scissors twirled in his hands. He turned away and walked down the corridor. The vision began to warp, and swirl but the lion's voice was still clearly heard as he issued a warning to the little white haired boy. "No matter what he says, no matter what he does, keep away from him . . . I don't think he's . . . I don't think Hei-ying's . . ."
There was another voice, it was Clow's, and it overlapped the lion's slightly. Their combined voice continued as the feeling of drowning return and the dark figure above the water stared down mercilessly. "Keep away from him . . . I was so wrong, I'm so sorry . . . I don't think he's . . . so wrong, and now . . . I don't think Hei-ying's . . . I'm going to lose you . . . sane anymore . . . I love you, my beloved pure angel . . ."
The water surface began to fade, and Hilligans suddenly realised that---
His eyes slid open, and for a few moments he didn't know who he was, why he was here, only that above him was sky, below him was earth. He just stared at the sky, taking in it's blueness. Then his mind started to function again, the vision was a warning. He couldn't remember many of the facts but the feeling of urgency made him sit up. Leaving his tools where they lay Hilligans made his way to the mansion. Clow had to told, and told soon.
Hilligans was soon outside Clow's upstairs study; he pushed the door open without knocking. Clow had often told him that he didn't need to knock; and that if he persisted in knocking then Clow would ignore him. The study seemed too quiet for the lesson Clow was supposed to be giving Hei-ying. "Laddie?" He murmured before his eyes settled on the window seat.
Clow and Hei-ying were simply sitting very close to each other, Hei-ying's young eyes were closed and Hilligans could hear the boy's purring from the doorway. Clow had his hand under the younger child's chin, his own dark eyes sliding shut as he leant forward. Hilligans watched in rapt horror as Clow took the chance to deepen the kiss, he pulled the shorter boy closer and wrapped his arms around boy's waist. It was only when Clow broke the kiss to draw a shaky breath before resuming their embrace, Hilligans snapped out of his shock. "Laddie!" He barked. Clow pushed Hei-ying away in surprise, Hei-ying's own jade green eyes displayed slight disappointment that they had been interrupted, he frowned at Hilligans.
Hilligans ignored him, as he glared at Clow, "Laddie," he said, his voice dropping to a threatening tone, "A word . . ." his eyes narrowed with disapproval, ". . .*Now*."
With the single commanded, he turned on his heel and stalked out of the room. Hei-ying stared after his Master, as he stood and left the room silently, only pausing at the door to look back at him.
As soon as the door had slid shut, "What the hell do you think you are doing, Laddie? The boy is younger than you. . . we have *flowers* older than him!" Hilligans spat, disappointment evident in his voice.
At first Clow couldn't answer, he was upset at himself for his loss of control, and that Hilligans had seen it. "I don't know, I just couldn't—"
"Well thy better start learning how to resist your urges!" He pointed at the study's door, "*That* isn't the right one!"
Clow's head snapped up, "How did you know?"
"My vision came back and it was a little more clearer this time . . ." Hilligans looked at Clow, "I could hear you . . . you were saying that you had been wrong, you had chosen the wrong one, and now you were losing the one you loved the most!" Clow looked down then at the study as he absorbed this, Hilligans continued regardless, "And there's more, I think that he'll tell you one day that you've chosen the wrong one, I keep hearin' 'someone purer than this tainted soul' . . . don't you see Laddie?! Hei-ying isn't the right one. . . maybe that'll be him telling you *himself* that he ain't the right one. . ."
Clow hung his head, he was thoroughly ashamed of himself, Hei-ying wasn't even matured enough to look the same age as Clow. Hilligans could be right; maybe he was supposed to wait for the white haired angel, but the attraction he felt towards Hei-ying . . . it was like nothing he had ever felt before.
Hilligans grasped him by the shoulders, "Laddie . . . I know it's hard. . . but. . ." he said calmer now, "Promise me sum'in . . .?"
Clow looked at him, his dark eyes were full of remorse, he nodded.
"Promise me that you will leave him alone . . . if, when the other one comes, you find you'd rather 'ave Hei-ying . . . then you can make that choice, but wait an' see . . . eh? Wait . . . or sum'in bad's gonna 'appen, I can feel it in me old bones . . . sum'in bad's gonna 'appen."
Clow nodded mutely, and Hilligans patted him on the shoulder, "Good lad, good. Thy won't regret it . . ."
The old man turned and strode back to the stairs, Clow called after him, "Thank you Mister Hilligans!"
He paused and turned; Hilligans smiled slightly, "Aye . . ." a chill took to his witchin' bones, and somehow he knew. . .
". . .Take care now, Clow." He said before striding down the stairs.
Clow blinked, Hilligans had never used his first name before. . .
Hei-ying was sprawled over the window seat; he was trying to concentrate on the passage of incantations Clow had been trying to teach him, but every so often his fingers would press against his lips. The motion didn't stir up the same amount of emotion as when the Master had touched them, but it served as a reminder. He had read about this action, it was called a kiss. He smiled; they had been kissing, Hei-ying giggled slightly. It made him feel warm, and slightly breathless.
It felt like the first time Clow had helped him bathe, sitting here in the warm sunlight, Hei-ying remembered the first time Clow had lead him into the steamy bathroom. He hadn't understood why Clow was making him do this, but it was something he had come to enjoy. Lately though, after become capable of bathing himself, he began to lie in the hot bath thinking about the Master and wish he was with him. He didn't understand why he would think about being near the Master all the time, but he'd never dare think that the Master wanted him the same way.
Hei-ying shook his head, and glanced at the door, he couldn't make out what was being said, but he could hear Mister Hilligans, he was yelling at the Master. Hei-ying frowned, no one was supposed to yell at the Master, he *was* the Master after all.
He sat up as the door opened and Clow stepped back in. Clow looked up at him, Hei-ying was sitting there, excitement and expectance was written all over his face, Clow sighed and closed the door. He walked over to his desk and shrugged out of his robes' overcoat. He slung it over his desk as he picked up his book of incantations, "Let's try that last incantation again, shall we?"
Hei-ying cocked his head, but said nothing, and began to recite the incantation. Clow nodded as Hei-ying said it without a fault. Well done. He glanced out the window, Hilligans was walking back to his work shed, he sighed again, the old man was right. He would have to wait, to find out which angel was the right one . . . His true love. Clow had to admit, the feelings he felt towards Hei-ying were a little on the more physical side, rather than the emotional.
He flicked a page, ". . .And now the next one."
Once his lesson was over, Clow shushed Hei-ying out of his study, claiming he had some important work to do. Before Hei-ying closed the door, he saw Clow throw down his quill, and rise to stare out the window. He looked like he was thinking hard about something. Hei-ying glided down the corridor, he too was thinking, thinking that Mister Hilligans had something to do with the fact Clow didn't even lay a finger on him for the rest of the lesson. He wondered what the old man had said that would cause this. He flew over the banister and landed on the entrance hall's floor. He made his way into the garden. He'd made up his mind, he wanted to know what Mister Hilligans had done, to ruin Clow's mood, and to stop the nice warm giddy feeling Hei- ying had been experiencing.
He found Hilligans storing his tools in his shed, Hei-ying stood by the water edge of the pond. "Mister Hilligans?"
Marcibay stepped out of his shed, and looked at Hei-ying warily, "Aye?"
"What did you say to the Master?"
"What business is it o' thy's?"
Hei-ying paused, it really wasn't any of his business, but still . . . "I want to know."
"If thee mus' know . . ." Hilligans nodded knowingly, "I don't trust thee . . . not an inch further than I could throw thee. An' I told Laddie that much . . . I know what thy are up t' . . ."
"Oh, really?" Hei-ying snapped; the man was irritating him now, "What might I be up to now?"
"Thy aren't the one for the Laddie . . . there's another, he's th' right one."
Hei-ying was shocked; he felt his lip curl in anger. No one would be right for the Master, there was only one and that Hei-ying. Hilligans saw this thought cross Hei-ying's face. "Aye, you try an' think otherwise, but soon sum'un better than thee will come along an' Clow will come t' his senses."
"What do you mean?"
"Thy aren't right," he tapped his head, "Ain't right in the head, an' I can see it. . . but you've been blindin' Clow so 'e canne see it. But I do . . . one day, mark my words, he's gonna see sense and send you back t' whatever hell you came from."
The idea of being sent away from Clow made Hei-ying even angrier. How dare this pitiful old human suggest that Clow would ever send his most perfect creation away from him? He glanced at the mansion, Hei-ying couldn't risk the old man influencing Clow anymore . . . he had already persuaded Clow to stop kissing him and touching him, he might try and get Clow to send him away entirely. He stepped onto the air, and levitated onto the water. "He wouldn't do that . . . He loves me."
Hilligans snorted at the arrogant child, "Thy'll see."
Hei-ying held out his hand, "Perhaps it is because you and I have not spent much time together, not as much as The Master and I have spent together . . ." he smiled hopefully, "Perhaps we should try to get along for the Master's sake."
Hilligans looked at Hei-ying's outstretched hand then at Hei-ying, he stepped closer to the water's edge and stared up at the black haired boy. "One day," he repeated, "I've seen it in a vision, one day another, sum'un better than thy's ruined soul will take thy place in Clow's heart . . . an' I look forward t' that day."
Hei-ying's eyes narrowed as the old man turned his back on him, "Then I will have to stop you from ever seeing another day."
Hilligans laughed cynically, as he trudged up the bank, unaware of the water vines stirring in the water's murky depths. He was, though, suddenly aware that he couldn't sense Clow anymore, not even the cards. He spun and looked at Hei-ying, the floating demon's eyes were glowing a fierce green. He was blocking Hilligans' senses . . .
"What art thee doin'?"
The boy stared at him, "Making sure you don't take The Master away from me."
Hilligans eyes widen as he suddenly was pulled to the ground, there was something wrapped around his legs and it was dragging him into the water. He stared at his feet in horror, the waterweeds were tight around his ankles, "Let me go!" He demanded. "You filthy beast! Let me go!"
Hei-ying silently folded his arms, and stared at him. Hilligans scrabbled at the water bank, but the dry soil just broke away in his hands.
He frowned as the taste of brackish, dirty water flowed into his mouth again, he sudden understood why his visions had begun and finished with the sense of drowning. It was how he was going to die. Hei-ying was drowning him. Despite knowing he wasn't going to survive the attack, he started to struggle frantically as the vines wrapped around his torso, he tried to hold his breath as they squeezed his lungs trying to force the last breath of air from them. Hei-ying stared down on the old man, watching as the pitiful old man struggled against his magic enhanced vines, there was no way he would ever escape.
The man's wide eyes stared up at Hei-ying under the surface, as he made no motion to help him. A vine wrapped around his neck and started to squeeze. If the old man wouldn't relinquish his last breath, then Hei-ying would strangle it out of him, how dare he try to come between him and The Master! Now he was paying for it. Hei-ying smiled as the man's mouth popped open and the bubbles rose to the surface.
"No. More. Distractions . . ."
Clow was so deep in thought that he almost didn't notice that Hilligans' aura was fading away, at first he assumed that the old man had taken the coach out to the town, but realise that if he was then he would have come to tell Clow. It was then he saw Hei-ying flying desperately to his window. He threw it open and a soaked Hei-ying fell through the open port. He lay panting and almost sobbing on the ground. "Hei-ying! What happened?"
"It's Mister Hilligans, Master . . . he . . . he just fell into the pond, I didn't know what to do and then he sank under the water and all these bubbles floated to the surface . . ."
Clow had called out his Fly card, and was out the window before Hei-ying had finished, Hilligans was in trouble!
Hei-ying flew panting besides him, "I tried to help him Master, but I was too late."
Clow squeezed his eyes shut as Hei-ying's horrible account continued, he could feel tears welling up again, //Not Hilligans! Please not Mister Hilligans!// the pond came into sight and so did Hilligans. Clow prayed it was like the last time he had thought the man was dead, he was just unconscious. //Please just be unconscious.//
"Mister Hilligans!" Clow cried, as he landed and ran over to Hilligans side. He dropped to his knees and frantically begun to search for a pulse. Clow began to cry, "Mister Hilligans!"
The man's weather worn face was ashen, he wasn't breathing. "Mister Hilligans. . . please. . . wake up!"
Hei-ying stood a little way off, and watched as his Master tried to breath life back into the old man's body, "Master. . ." he said softly, "He's not breathing. . ." but Clow wasn't paying attention, "Master. . .? He's not breathing, I made sure of it."
Clow blinked up at Hei-ying, the boy was still new to language and must have got the words slightly wrong, he turned back to Hilligans and started to tremble, he didn't know what to do. He didn't know that this was going to happen, there was no vision, no warning . . .
"Marcibay . . . Marcibay please! Please wake up!" Clow lay his head down on Hilligans' chest, "Please; please just wake up . . . MARCIBAAAAY!!" Clow closed his eyes as he sobbed and didn't see the small smile that formed on Hei-ying's lips, he knew Clow was hurt now, but soon he would be happy again, because Hei-ying would be there for him . . . and then he would realise that they would have no more distractions.
That night Clow did everything he knew, ever bit of magic he had ever heard of trying to bring life back to Marcibay's body, but not even the cards worked. The months that followed were filled with a deep sadness, and Clow tried to make himself busy with anything and everything else. After Hilligans' funeral, Clow dedicated himself to the garden, doing minor chores, refusing to leave anything, that Hilligans had worked so hard to keep alive, die. Hei-ying was patient, his lessons stopped, and Clow ignored the cards completely. In his view, they had failed to do what they had been created for . . . they couldn't keep Hilligans alive, what was the point of them?
Clow became very pale, despite the long hours he spent in the garden, and a silence fell upon the house. Clow never said a word, he hardly even looked up from the things he did, he would completely focus on his cooking or his sewing or the garden. But still Hei-ying was patient, knowing that once Clow had realised that they were alone now, he would go back to his old self.
But as the months past, and Hei-ying grew into the fully matured angel of Clow's dreams, Clow didn't returned to his old self, in fact he became angrier. The boy with the blue hair, or the Cardcaptor, neither had appeared in any vision that told him that he was going to lose Marcibay. He felt betrayed by them, they had appeared whenever it had something to do with the cards, but not when it had something to do with Clow's closest friend. He started to dislike his cards, he felt used, and unneeded. He had created the damned things, and now it didn't matter about him, or anyone around him, as long as the cards survived that was all right then, never mind that Clow had lost Hilligans.
Anger started to consume Clow Reed; he hardly practiced his magic anymore. The house seemed to lose life, the silence almost so thick it seemed to choke the grounds. Clow put away his magic robes, opting for black clothes, tight funeral suits, with high stiff collars, and a tall black hat, to cover his now harshly pulled back hair, it was now pulled back and tied into the traditional Chinese style ponytails. His clothes matched his now permanent expression of a mixture of hate, anger and sorrow.
He created new clothes for Hei-ying, they were black, a waistcoat, leggings that wouldn't interfere with his flying. The only colour was that of gold on the waistcoat, a jade green sash for the waist, and the jade linings. At the bottom of the coat tails, little stars hung off. They would travel to the town dressed like this, it hadn't changed that much since Clow had first visited it. However Clow wasn't in the mood to sightsee any more, he simple travelled to the town to give Hei-ying experience of the outside world. Once half an hour lapsed, they would turn and travel back to the mansion.
Not a single word spoken between them.
The decision to create the Clow book came one night when he was thinking about how he could punish the future for not warning him about the death. The cards were worried, they didn't like the idea of being sealed in a book, but not even the Move broke through Clow's resolve. He was emotionless as he sealed the book, slamming it shut with a cold glare and then locked it with his magic key. If the future didn't want to warn him about these things, then it couldn't have it's precious cards. Simple as that.
He slid the book onto a shelf in his library and retired to his bedroom.
It was that same night Hei-ying's patience ran out. A knock at his door made Clow look up from the book he had been reading, "Come in." he barked rather harshly.
Hei-ying entered, carrying his customary candle. "It's late, Hei-ying," Clow spat angered for some unknown reason.
Hei-ying paused at his Master's tone and looked down, //Perhaps now is not the time . . .//
Clow in the mean time glanced out the window, the night was perfectly clear, no storm at all. His anger at the visions still bubbled, as he looked back at Hei-ying. The black haired angel was in his dressing gown, loosely tied at the waist. As he fidgeted with his candle, Clow suddenly thought of another way he could get back at the visions . . . he could disobey them.
"Hei-ying . . ." he smirked as he ordered, ". . .Come here."
Clow lay back, his dark hair unbound and spilling all over the white, silk pillow. It was soft but not as soft as his new lover's lips. Clow smiled, and opened his eyes. Deep jade eyes looked back, black hair, dark as the feathers of a raven, pooled with Clow's. The night sky was clear, the stars shone brightly, and the moonlight simple lit the land with a soft sapphire blanket of light. His hand shook slightly as he brushed two fingers over his creation's thin black eyebrow.
The magical being hummed, and purred at the cool touch of Clow reed's hand. "Master . . ." The jade eyes slid shut. "Master . . . Command me . . . Anything . . ."
Clow derived a secret pleasure from his creation, hearing him murmured so obediently. His cold fingers slipped down the pale creatures cheek, "Mine . . ." he murmured.
"Yours, Master." The being whispered, sending surreptitious thrills down Clow's spine. The jade eyes open to reveal a deep glow; a sign of the being's magic and pleasure, "Yours . . . to command . . ."
A satisfied smirk grew on Clow's lips, he was glad the obedience spell had worked, the being would crave to obey every order that passed the young magician's lips. "Kiss me . . . everywhere . . ."
Clow laughed as the being kissed it's way down his body. Soft lips sometimes brushing light as a feather, sometimes a cool wet tongue would slip out.
//My creation// Clow thought satisfied, //Mine// he was proud of himself, such an accomplishment at the mere age of nineteen. He had created an angel, with the darkest black hair, deep jade green eyes, soft smile. Everything Clow found the most desirable, the angel had. The young magician had never felt desire for any male before, but this magical creature was his to do with as he pleased. Clow groaned, as the creature got lower, he twined his hands with the long hair, hair that was usually tied back in a tight tail. Clow never really knew why he had created the creature. He lifted his head to gaze at the black haired boy. Sensing the heated gaze of his Master, the jade eyes slid open and gazed back; he smiled around his task and returned to it more reverently.
Clow groaned again, his head falling back onto the pillow, did he really care that the creature had been created for absolutely no purpose? That after ten months of it's maturation, the best reason Clow could come up with was that he had created the creature for no other reason then that Clow reed had the power to do such a thing?
His fingers whitened as they tighten their grip on the boy's head, his face flushed, growing paler than before. His pale lips pressed together tightly as he fought the moan that wanted out, his whole upper body paling as the heated blood rushed to . . . a more interesting locale. His stomach tightened, his shoulders tense. Pushing back hard into the pillow, Clow's back arched, "Hei-ying!" He hissed through his teeth, the pleasure almost to much to bare, //So close . . .// Clow's clouded mind sang, so close and he burned to be closer.
The jaded eyes snapped open, and the magical boy instantly sat back on his heels. Soft lips coated and glistening in the moonlight with saliva. "Yes, Master?" He asked, with an innocence that made Clow raise himself on his elbows and grinned predatorily.
Clow laughed, languidly. "Hei-ying . . . come here. . ."
A flick of his wings and the dark haired boy floated over his Master, "Are you in pain? Did I do something wrong? Do you wish me to cease Master?"
Clow blinked slowly, that satisfied smirk returned to his lip, //My creation . . .// "Kiss me." He commanded and his creation obeyed without question. When Clow pulled on the floating being's shoulders, to bring him closer, the being lowered himself, and made his large white wings disappear with an emerald glow. Hei-ying would do anything Clow asked, without resistance, without question.
Years later, this was a trait Clow would come to regret giving Hei-ying.
As the moonlight spilled it's woven azure glow over their bodies, Clow wrapped his arms around the well toned stomach he had created for Hei-ying, the young magician pulled the dark haired angel down, as they knelt together. Clow finally took the last trace of Hei-ying's innocence; and his own, from their relationship. Hei-ying's head lolled back, as Clow rested his chin on the pale boy's bare shoulder. His jade eyes screwed shut tightly as he hissed with pleasurable pain, and painful pleasure.
His pale hands slide softly over Clow's arms, sometimes pinching his fingernails into the soft skin, as they tightened about his waist. His brow drew into a deep frown, "Oh . . . Master . . ." he nearly sobbed.
"Say . . ." Clow spat, "Say my name . . ."
"Ungh . . ." Hei-ying's head fell forward, "Master . . . I can't . . . I mustn't."
Clow loosen one of his hands, he trailed it up Hei-ying's back, and meshed it in the raven black hair over the creature's neck. He pulled it harshly, snapping Hei-ying's head back. The boy's Adam apple bobbed, as Clow hissed into his ear, "Say it!"
"Master . . ." Hei-ying groaned, then took a deep shuddering breath as Clow pulled harder, "Master . . ."
Clow grinned, dark eyes keenly watching the boy's conflicted face, "Say my name . . ."
He let Hei-ying's head loll forward again, as he whispered, "Master . . . Master Clow Reed." His jade eyes became unfocused, and slid shut against the waves of unfamiliar emotion.
Clow smiled, his own dark eyes sliding shut, and he pressed his sweaty brow against the nape of his creation's neck. He was content to hear Hei-ying whimper and grunt under his Master's ministrations. Ever so often, his creation would have the presence of mind to utter Clow's name over and over again, celebrating in his newfound gift. He could call his Master by his name.
Clow could hear his own deep panting breathes, and he could hear the blood rushing about his ears. He could hear himself reply in meaningless phrases, Hei-ying's name, the odd blaspheme, and insignificant sweet nothings.
Sweet nothings " . . . Hei-ying . . ."
Years later, Clow would wish he'd held his tongue . . .
Sweet nothings " . . . Hei-ying . . . you must . . ."
Years later, Clow would wish he'd paid more attention to the orders he was issuing . . .
Sweet nothings " . . . love me, Hei-ying . . . crave me . . ."
Years later, Clow would wish he'd save his love for someone else . . .
Sweet nothings " . . . me, Hei-ying . . . and no-one else . . ."
Years later . . . Clow would wish . . .
Sweet nothings . . .
"Yes, Master . . . anything . . ."
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And now it's Time for LEAVE IT TO DR MEGALOMANIA!!
Clow: Well . . . that was . . . crap!
DrM: How could you! I slaved over that!! I tried really hard not to be gross out but kinda stylish at the same time! You big meanie! That's my first piece of lemony goodness EVER!! You complete ingrate!! That's it! You are never getting it on with Yue!! EVER!!
Clow: [falls to knees and screams to the heavens] NOOOO!!!
DrM: . . .At least in my fics. . . [Turns to readers] please tell me what you think . . . I don't mind you criticising my lemony piece, I know I kinda wimped out on it. . .
Clow: How come they get to complain and I don't?
DrM: Cos. . . I could write you out of existence that's why!
Clow: Oh, now, that's just MEAN!
DrM: Damned right!
Clow: [reads the rest of the chapter] You bitch! You killed Hilligans!
DrM: like you couldn't see it a mile away! Besides it wasn't me! it was Hei- ying!
Hei-ying: yeah. . . but Clow doesn't know that. . . do you, sugar dumpling- a-ling?
Clow: not a clue, hunny-bunny-wunny!
DrM: [deadpan] I think. . . I'm gonna be sick! The cutesy name-calling ends here! This far. [Makes sweepy motions with hand] No further!
Clow: but I wuuve him oh so muchy-wuchy!
DrM: [spams herself in the forehead and starts to beat fists against head]
Ghost of mister Hilligans: Please R&R!!
I state for the record that, despite the fact I really, really wish I did, I don't own any of the official characters that will grace this story; it's all CLAMP's! Always has been, always will be! I *DO*, however, own Marcibay Hilligans and Hei-ying Reed!! I also own Mystrasa Kyree, and the dragon isn't mine, it's on loan from my good friend, the Blue Goo! And what the heck . . . I own the mansion as well! [Laughs] 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! And I don't pretend to be able to write any sort of accents so please don't hate me!
"Speaking"
*Stress/emphasis*
//Thinking//
In This Tainted Soul . . .
By Dr Megalomania.
Part eight: Mistakes
[WARNING: yaoi-lemon-call it what you will. . . it's happening here!! Please don't flame me for the content!!]
After four months after Hei-ying's creation, Hilligans had still not warmed to the black haired angel, and was still immensely suspicious. He was civil towards him, but forbid him to enter the kitchen, or Hilligans' work shed unless he or Clow accompanied him. Marcibay didn't actively know why he didn't like the idea of Hei-ying near his shed, or even in the kitchen, he just knew he couldn't allow the child near sharp objects. He had told Clow it was for Hei-ying's own protection, but Hilligans knew this was a lie; it was to protect them from Hei-ying.
Hei-ying now had the appearance of a fifteen or fourteen year old boy, he was actively vocal now, and he could sense the cards. When Clow hid a card, Hei-ying would go straight to the room and pluck it straight out of it's hiding place. Clow used the cards to train him, the Move card would move a small target and Hei-ying would try and catch it. The Dash helped to perfect his flying, it would run off and Hei-ying would have to catch it. At first, Hei-ying wasn't so good at it, the card would weave around trees and Hei-ying would try to follow but often he would fly into an unexpected tree. He was very determined though and quickly perfected the manoeuvre. He made Clow very proud, not only of Hei-ying but of himself. Clow tried not to indulge the selfish thought too often, but this was his first real *living* creation, and he doubted any other magician had ever come up with something so . . . perfect.
Today, the seventh day of summer, Clow and Hei-ying were practicing hard, in Clow's study. They had yet to perfect Hei-ying's aim. Clow had used the spring as inspiration and Hei-ying was capable of influencing plants, he could grow instantaneous vines out of the ground to hold down any target, and with enough concentration, could create jaded daggers which, when aimed and released, would become painfully sharp thorns. This kind of practice would be taking outside, with the Move and Float cards moving various objects around.
What Clow and Hei-ying were practicing in the study was Hei-ying's levitation. It was a trait that Hei-ying wouldn't be naturally acquainted with, but it was an ability that Clow had given him, in case he didn't want to use his wings, or the ground was unstable. When he had mastered it, Hei- ying would be able to float a few inches off the ground, and move around without walking.
"Why must I learn this?" Hei-ying watched Clow's feet closely as he stepped onto an invisible step.
Clow smiled as he levitated over the chalked line, "Because it will look very imposing and impressive. Appearances can be very important when you want someone to respect you."
"And the ability to float a matter of inches off the ground . . .?" Hei- ying attempted to step onto the air and copy Clow.
". . . Looks very creepy." Clow laughed as Hei-ying's foot landed on the ground. Hei-ying sighed and tried again.
"Is this really necessary?" He sighed.
"Mmm-hmm." Clow nodded, "Try to not think about it. Allow it to be."
Hei-ying paused as he tried again, "Be what?"
Clow smiled, but didn't answer. Hei-ying tried again, but failed. He slammed his foot down in frustration. Clow sat back against his desk, he chuckled, Hei-ying stared at him, "I'm sorry Master . . . but I cannot do it."
Clow smiled again, he stepped on to the rug, and he motioned Hei-ying to join him. Once they were both stood on the crimson carpet, Clow lifted his hand. The carpet began to float.
"Now . . ." Clow stood behind Hei-ying and put his hands on the boy's shoulders. "I want you to close your eyes, I am going to walk you around this carpet to let you get used to the feeling of levitation." He chuckled as Hei-ying stood tensely, the shorter boy's head came to just below Clow's shoulders. Clow leaned forward and whispered into Hei-ying's ear. "Relax. I won't let you fall off the carpet." Clow tried to ignore the slight shiver his breath caused as it brushed against the sensitive skin.
Hei-ying breathed out in an attempt to loosen up, but Clow could still detect a certain amount of tension. He chuckled again; he began to walk them in random directions. After about half an hour of this silent walking, Hei-ying' shoulders completely lost their uneasiness, and Clow knew it was time.
"Hei-ying? Do you know what the sound of a tree falling in the woods makes?" Clow leant forward again, whispering into the pale ear again. He would have just spoken normally, but he couldn't resist the idea of feeling Hei-ying shiver again.
"Yes Master." Hei-ying answered immediately, "It's very loud."
"Good . . . Now, what if a single tree fell, in the middle of woods far from anyone, with no-one around to hear it? Not even the spirits of the glade? . . .What sound would it make then?"
Hei-ying smiled, "Science would call for it to make the same sound as it would if there was someone to hear it."
"Ah . . ." Clow guided Hei-ying to the edge of the caret, "Indeed science would call for that . . . but how would you *know*?"
Hei-ying paused, "It would be . . . science would demand it, tests would prove it."
"But in order to test," Clow pushed Hei-ying closer, "There would have to be someone there to administer it. Then how would you know?"
"I . . ." Hei-ying faulted. His mind was completely focused on the problem; Clow pushed him over and off the edge, they stepped off into the air and floated perfectly. Clow smiled, his uncle had done the same thing to him. He felt so proud of Hei-ying that he turned Hei-ying slowly to face Clow, Clow leaned forward again. Open your eyes, he whispered into the boy's ear. Hei-ying gasped as he realised he was floating; he grabbed Clow's arms tightly as he dipped slightly, but then stabilised by himself. Hei-ying looked up at Clow and smiled. Clow, imperceptivity, lost his concentration and dipped ever so slightly.
The boy he held in his arms was only a few months, possible even weeks away from his maturation. His eyes were still innocent, but Clow had begun to notice a slight awakened tint to his gaze, when Hei-ying thought Clow wasn't looking, he'd stare openly. Clow was aware that Hei-ying's emotions were being to flourish, and that some of those feelings were beginning to become focused on Clow. The now nineteen year-old Clow enjoyed the interest, and lavished his attention on Hei-ying, he stroked his cheek when Hei-ying was disappointed with his performance, he would ruffle his hair when Hei-ying succeed, but he had never allowed himself to hold Hei-ying so closely before. Clow's hands tightened slightly on Hei-ying's slender waist. He was close, any closer and he could easily kiss the boy.
As soon as this last thought crossed Clow's mind, he dropped his hands and fell back to the ground. Hei-ying blinked in surprise at the suddenness of the movement but had come to accept that there were times when The Master was going to do one thing, but seemed to think better of it. He sighed as he floated to the ground, he looked up at Clow, a part of him just wishing that once, just once the Master would give in. //Give into what?// Hei-ying didn't know.
Clow was still staring at him, and then he blinked and shook his head. He rubbed his lips with his hand and paced over to his desk. "I should be teaching you some incantations . . . how to read the cards' fortunes."
He picked up a book and sat in the window seat. He stared at Hei-ying, waiting for him to join him. Hei-ying smiled and stepped into the air; he held his hands behind his back as he levitated over to Clow. He paused before sitting with him, to send Clow one smug look of accomplishment.
Clow laughed, "Well done." He raised his hand, to stroke Hei-ying's cheek. As Clow's hand gently stroke the soft skin Hei-ying's eyes slid shut, a deep purr rumbled in his chest. Clow's voice dropped to a whisper as he moved slightly closer, "Very well done . . ."
Marcibay stopped in his digging, the storm Clow had sent had done some good work, and his garden was thriving again. He smiled; the garden was going to be beautiful this summer. He picked up his tools, and started to walk up to his shed, it was a beautiful summer day full of heat and freshness. He passed the pond that lay outside his shed, and a glint on the surface drew his eye. He paused as he stared at the water's surface. He felt his body slacken slightly as the water, his tools and bag dropping to the ground, entranced him.
He frowned as the taste of brackish, dirty water bubbling up in his mouth again. The panic wasn't as bad this time, because he knew that as he entered the vision, the feeling of drowning would leave, but there was a feeling of melancholy. The feeling made him feel cold, he shivered and closed his eyes. He could suddenly see the looming dark figure over the water again. Hilligans needed help but the figure was just watching him, the voices returned . . . but there weren't so many anymore.
Just Clow's or possibly Hei-ying's voice . . . he couldn't make it out but again the voice was apologising, "Another . . . someone purer than this tainted soul . . ." Hilligans was in Clow's bedroom again, watching Clow seduce Hei-ying. Marcibay realised that the vision was warning him. Hei- ying was this age, the age he was portrayed as in this vision, he was in reality. It meant that Clow was going to do this to the boy soon. Hilligans turned, not willing to see the young magician, who he *knew* wouldn't do such a thing so soon, succumb to Hei-ying's more physical charms. He suddenly found himself standing in the doorway of a room. It was an unfamiliar room, not that he didn't know where it was, it was about six doors away from Clow's bedroom, and it was decorated differently.
The room was beautiful, full of things Clow had made, either by magic or had handmade. It was a child's room, full of toys, with white curtains with snowflakes and moons, and the bed had the same patterned sheets. Hilligans stared, a large winged lion leapt on to the bed trying to console a sobbing white haired child. The child was yelling that he hated someone, while the lion attempted to soothe the young'un. Hilligans felt a movement behind him and turned. It was Hei-ying; he was watching the two with a manic gaze, a pair of silver scissors twirled in his hands. He turned away and walked down the corridor. The vision began to warp, and swirl but the lion's voice was still clearly heard as he issued a warning to the little white haired boy. "No matter what he says, no matter what he does, keep away from him . . . I don't think he's . . . I don't think Hei-ying's . . ."
There was another voice, it was Clow's, and it overlapped the lion's slightly. Their combined voice continued as the feeling of drowning return and the dark figure above the water stared down mercilessly. "Keep away from him . . . I was so wrong, I'm so sorry . . . I don't think he's . . . so wrong, and now . . . I don't think Hei-ying's . . . I'm going to lose you . . . sane anymore . . . I love you, my beloved pure angel . . ."
The water surface began to fade, and Hilligans suddenly realised that---
His eyes slid open, and for a few moments he didn't know who he was, why he was here, only that above him was sky, below him was earth. He just stared at the sky, taking in it's blueness. Then his mind started to function again, the vision was a warning. He couldn't remember many of the facts but the feeling of urgency made him sit up. Leaving his tools where they lay Hilligans made his way to the mansion. Clow had to told, and told soon.
Hilligans was soon outside Clow's upstairs study; he pushed the door open without knocking. Clow had often told him that he didn't need to knock; and that if he persisted in knocking then Clow would ignore him. The study seemed too quiet for the lesson Clow was supposed to be giving Hei-ying. "Laddie?" He murmured before his eyes settled on the window seat.
Clow and Hei-ying were simply sitting very close to each other, Hei-ying's young eyes were closed and Hilligans could hear the boy's purring from the doorway. Clow had his hand under the younger child's chin, his own dark eyes sliding shut as he leant forward. Hilligans watched in rapt horror as Clow took the chance to deepen the kiss, he pulled the shorter boy closer and wrapped his arms around boy's waist. It was only when Clow broke the kiss to draw a shaky breath before resuming their embrace, Hilligans snapped out of his shock. "Laddie!" He barked. Clow pushed Hei-ying away in surprise, Hei-ying's own jade green eyes displayed slight disappointment that they had been interrupted, he frowned at Hilligans.
Hilligans ignored him, as he glared at Clow, "Laddie," he said, his voice dropping to a threatening tone, "A word . . ." his eyes narrowed with disapproval, ". . .*Now*."
With the single commanded, he turned on his heel and stalked out of the room. Hei-ying stared after his Master, as he stood and left the room silently, only pausing at the door to look back at him.
As soon as the door had slid shut, "What the hell do you think you are doing, Laddie? The boy is younger than you. . . we have *flowers* older than him!" Hilligans spat, disappointment evident in his voice.
At first Clow couldn't answer, he was upset at himself for his loss of control, and that Hilligans had seen it. "I don't know, I just couldn't—"
"Well thy better start learning how to resist your urges!" He pointed at the study's door, "*That* isn't the right one!"
Clow's head snapped up, "How did you know?"
"My vision came back and it was a little more clearer this time . . ." Hilligans looked at Clow, "I could hear you . . . you were saying that you had been wrong, you had chosen the wrong one, and now you were losing the one you loved the most!" Clow looked down then at the study as he absorbed this, Hilligans continued regardless, "And there's more, I think that he'll tell you one day that you've chosen the wrong one, I keep hearin' 'someone purer than this tainted soul' . . . don't you see Laddie?! Hei-ying isn't the right one. . . maybe that'll be him telling you *himself* that he ain't the right one. . ."
Clow hung his head, he was thoroughly ashamed of himself, Hei-ying wasn't even matured enough to look the same age as Clow. Hilligans could be right; maybe he was supposed to wait for the white haired angel, but the attraction he felt towards Hei-ying . . . it was like nothing he had ever felt before.
Hilligans grasped him by the shoulders, "Laddie . . . I know it's hard. . . but. . ." he said calmer now, "Promise me sum'in . . .?"
Clow looked at him, his dark eyes were full of remorse, he nodded.
"Promise me that you will leave him alone . . . if, when the other one comes, you find you'd rather 'ave Hei-ying . . . then you can make that choice, but wait an' see . . . eh? Wait . . . or sum'in bad's gonna 'appen, I can feel it in me old bones . . . sum'in bad's gonna 'appen."
Clow nodded mutely, and Hilligans patted him on the shoulder, "Good lad, good. Thy won't regret it . . ."
The old man turned and strode back to the stairs, Clow called after him, "Thank you Mister Hilligans!"
He paused and turned; Hilligans smiled slightly, "Aye . . ." a chill took to his witchin' bones, and somehow he knew. . .
". . .Take care now, Clow." He said before striding down the stairs.
Clow blinked, Hilligans had never used his first name before. . .
Hei-ying was sprawled over the window seat; he was trying to concentrate on the passage of incantations Clow had been trying to teach him, but every so often his fingers would press against his lips. The motion didn't stir up the same amount of emotion as when the Master had touched them, but it served as a reminder. He had read about this action, it was called a kiss. He smiled; they had been kissing, Hei-ying giggled slightly. It made him feel warm, and slightly breathless.
It felt like the first time Clow had helped him bathe, sitting here in the warm sunlight, Hei-ying remembered the first time Clow had lead him into the steamy bathroom. He hadn't understood why Clow was making him do this, but it was something he had come to enjoy. Lately though, after become capable of bathing himself, he began to lie in the hot bath thinking about the Master and wish he was with him. He didn't understand why he would think about being near the Master all the time, but he'd never dare think that the Master wanted him the same way.
Hei-ying shook his head, and glanced at the door, he couldn't make out what was being said, but he could hear Mister Hilligans, he was yelling at the Master. Hei-ying frowned, no one was supposed to yell at the Master, he *was* the Master after all.
He sat up as the door opened and Clow stepped back in. Clow looked up at him, Hei-ying was sitting there, excitement and expectance was written all over his face, Clow sighed and closed the door. He walked over to his desk and shrugged out of his robes' overcoat. He slung it over his desk as he picked up his book of incantations, "Let's try that last incantation again, shall we?"
Hei-ying cocked his head, but said nothing, and began to recite the incantation. Clow nodded as Hei-ying said it without a fault. Well done. He glanced out the window, Hilligans was walking back to his work shed, he sighed again, the old man was right. He would have to wait, to find out which angel was the right one . . . His true love. Clow had to admit, the feelings he felt towards Hei-ying were a little on the more physical side, rather than the emotional.
He flicked a page, ". . .And now the next one."
Once his lesson was over, Clow shushed Hei-ying out of his study, claiming he had some important work to do. Before Hei-ying closed the door, he saw Clow throw down his quill, and rise to stare out the window. He looked like he was thinking hard about something. Hei-ying glided down the corridor, he too was thinking, thinking that Mister Hilligans had something to do with the fact Clow didn't even lay a finger on him for the rest of the lesson. He wondered what the old man had said that would cause this. He flew over the banister and landed on the entrance hall's floor. He made his way into the garden. He'd made up his mind, he wanted to know what Mister Hilligans had done, to ruin Clow's mood, and to stop the nice warm giddy feeling Hei- ying had been experiencing.
He found Hilligans storing his tools in his shed, Hei-ying stood by the water edge of the pond. "Mister Hilligans?"
Marcibay stepped out of his shed, and looked at Hei-ying warily, "Aye?"
"What did you say to the Master?"
"What business is it o' thy's?"
Hei-ying paused, it really wasn't any of his business, but still . . . "I want to know."
"If thee mus' know . . ." Hilligans nodded knowingly, "I don't trust thee . . . not an inch further than I could throw thee. An' I told Laddie that much . . . I know what thy are up t' . . ."
"Oh, really?" Hei-ying snapped; the man was irritating him now, "What might I be up to now?"
"Thy aren't the one for the Laddie . . . there's another, he's th' right one."
Hei-ying was shocked; he felt his lip curl in anger. No one would be right for the Master, there was only one and that Hei-ying. Hilligans saw this thought cross Hei-ying's face. "Aye, you try an' think otherwise, but soon sum'un better than thee will come along an' Clow will come t' his senses."
"What do you mean?"
"Thy aren't right," he tapped his head, "Ain't right in the head, an' I can see it. . . but you've been blindin' Clow so 'e canne see it. But I do . . . one day, mark my words, he's gonna see sense and send you back t' whatever hell you came from."
The idea of being sent away from Clow made Hei-ying even angrier. How dare this pitiful old human suggest that Clow would ever send his most perfect creation away from him? He glanced at the mansion, Hei-ying couldn't risk the old man influencing Clow anymore . . . he had already persuaded Clow to stop kissing him and touching him, he might try and get Clow to send him away entirely. He stepped onto the air, and levitated onto the water. "He wouldn't do that . . . He loves me."
Hilligans snorted at the arrogant child, "Thy'll see."
Hei-ying held out his hand, "Perhaps it is because you and I have not spent much time together, not as much as The Master and I have spent together . . ." he smiled hopefully, "Perhaps we should try to get along for the Master's sake."
Hilligans looked at Hei-ying's outstretched hand then at Hei-ying, he stepped closer to the water's edge and stared up at the black haired boy. "One day," he repeated, "I've seen it in a vision, one day another, sum'un better than thy's ruined soul will take thy place in Clow's heart . . . an' I look forward t' that day."
Hei-ying's eyes narrowed as the old man turned his back on him, "Then I will have to stop you from ever seeing another day."
Hilligans laughed cynically, as he trudged up the bank, unaware of the water vines stirring in the water's murky depths. He was, though, suddenly aware that he couldn't sense Clow anymore, not even the cards. He spun and looked at Hei-ying, the floating demon's eyes were glowing a fierce green. He was blocking Hilligans' senses . . .
"What art thee doin'?"
The boy stared at him, "Making sure you don't take The Master away from me."
Hilligans eyes widen as he suddenly was pulled to the ground, there was something wrapped around his legs and it was dragging him into the water. He stared at his feet in horror, the waterweeds were tight around his ankles, "Let me go!" He demanded. "You filthy beast! Let me go!"
Hei-ying silently folded his arms, and stared at him. Hilligans scrabbled at the water bank, but the dry soil just broke away in his hands.
He frowned as the taste of brackish, dirty water flowed into his mouth again, he sudden understood why his visions had begun and finished with the sense of drowning. It was how he was going to die. Hei-ying was drowning him. Despite knowing he wasn't going to survive the attack, he started to struggle frantically as the vines wrapped around his torso, he tried to hold his breath as they squeezed his lungs trying to force the last breath of air from them. Hei-ying stared down on the old man, watching as the pitiful old man struggled against his magic enhanced vines, there was no way he would ever escape.
The man's wide eyes stared up at Hei-ying under the surface, as he made no motion to help him. A vine wrapped around his neck and started to squeeze. If the old man wouldn't relinquish his last breath, then Hei-ying would strangle it out of him, how dare he try to come between him and The Master! Now he was paying for it. Hei-ying smiled as the man's mouth popped open and the bubbles rose to the surface.
"No. More. Distractions . . ."
Clow was so deep in thought that he almost didn't notice that Hilligans' aura was fading away, at first he assumed that the old man had taken the coach out to the town, but realise that if he was then he would have come to tell Clow. It was then he saw Hei-ying flying desperately to his window. He threw it open and a soaked Hei-ying fell through the open port. He lay panting and almost sobbing on the ground. "Hei-ying! What happened?"
"It's Mister Hilligans, Master . . . he . . . he just fell into the pond, I didn't know what to do and then he sank under the water and all these bubbles floated to the surface . . ."
Clow had called out his Fly card, and was out the window before Hei-ying had finished, Hilligans was in trouble!
Hei-ying flew panting besides him, "I tried to help him Master, but I was too late."
Clow squeezed his eyes shut as Hei-ying's horrible account continued, he could feel tears welling up again, //Not Hilligans! Please not Mister Hilligans!// the pond came into sight and so did Hilligans. Clow prayed it was like the last time he had thought the man was dead, he was just unconscious. //Please just be unconscious.//
"Mister Hilligans!" Clow cried, as he landed and ran over to Hilligans side. He dropped to his knees and frantically begun to search for a pulse. Clow began to cry, "Mister Hilligans!"
The man's weather worn face was ashen, he wasn't breathing. "Mister Hilligans. . . please. . . wake up!"
Hei-ying stood a little way off, and watched as his Master tried to breath life back into the old man's body, "Master. . ." he said softly, "He's not breathing. . ." but Clow wasn't paying attention, "Master. . .? He's not breathing, I made sure of it."
Clow blinked up at Hei-ying, the boy was still new to language and must have got the words slightly wrong, he turned back to Hilligans and started to tremble, he didn't know what to do. He didn't know that this was going to happen, there was no vision, no warning . . .
"Marcibay . . . Marcibay please! Please wake up!" Clow lay his head down on Hilligans' chest, "Please; please just wake up . . . MARCIBAAAAY!!" Clow closed his eyes as he sobbed and didn't see the small smile that formed on Hei-ying's lips, he knew Clow was hurt now, but soon he would be happy again, because Hei-ying would be there for him . . . and then he would realise that they would have no more distractions.
That night Clow did everything he knew, ever bit of magic he had ever heard of trying to bring life back to Marcibay's body, but not even the cards worked. The months that followed were filled with a deep sadness, and Clow tried to make himself busy with anything and everything else. After Hilligans' funeral, Clow dedicated himself to the garden, doing minor chores, refusing to leave anything, that Hilligans had worked so hard to keep alive, die. Hei-ying was patient, his lessons stopped, and Clow ignored the cards completely. In his view, they had failed to do what they had been created for . . . they couldn't keep Hilligans alive, what was the point of them?
Clow became very pale, despite the long hours he spent in the garden, and a silence fell upon the house. Clow never said a word, he hardly even looked up from the things he did, he would completely focus on his cooking or his sewing or the garden. But still Hei-ying was patient, knowing that once Clow had realised that they were alone now, he would go back to his old self.
But as the months past, and Hei-ying grew into the fully matured angel of Clow's dreams, Clow didn't returned to his old self, in fact he became angrier. The boy with the blue hair, or the Cardcaptor, neither had appeared in any vision that told him that he was going to lose Marcibay. He felt betrayed by them, they had appeared whenever it had something to do with the cards, but not when it had something to do with Clow's closest friend. He started to dislike his cards, he felt used, and unneeded. He had created the damned things, and now it didn't matter about him, or anyone around him, as long as the cards survived that was all right then, never mind that Clow had lost Hilligans.
Anger started to consume Clow Reed; he hardly practiced his magic anymore. The house seemed to lose life, the silence almost so thick it seemed to choke the grounds. Clow put away his magic robes, opting for black clothes, tight funeral suits, with high stiff collars, and a tall black hat, to cover his now harshly pulled back hair, it was now pulled back and tied into the traditional Chinese style ponytails. His clothes matched his now permanent expression of a mixture of hate, anger and sorrow.
He created new clothes for Hei-ying, they were black, a waistcoat, leggings that wouldn't interfere with his flying. The only colour was that of gold on the waistcoat, a jade green sash for the waist, and the jade linings. At the bottom of the coat tails, little stars hung off. They would travel to the town dressed like this, it hadn't changed that much since Clow had first visited it. However Clow wasn't in the mood to sightsee any more, he simple travelled to the town to give Hei-ying experience of the outside world. Once half an hour lapsed, they would turn and travel back to the mansion.
Not a single word spoken between them.
The decision to create the Clow book came one night when he was thinking about how he could punish the future for not warning him about the death. The cards were worried, they didn't like the idea of being sealed in a book, but not even the Move broke through Clow's resolve. He was emotionless as he sealed the book, slamming it shut with a cold glare and then locked it with his magic key. If the future didn't want to warn him about these things, then it couldn't have it's precious cards. Simple as that.
He slid the book onto a shelf in his library and retired to his bedroom.
It was that same night Hei-ying's patience ran out. A knock at his door made Clow look up from the book he had been reading, "Come in." he barked rather harshly.
Hei-ying entered, carrying his customary candle. "It's late, Hei-ying," Clow spat angered for some unknown reason.
Hei-ying paused at his Master's tone and looked down, //Perhaps now is not the time . . .//
Clow in the mean time glanced out the window, the night was perfectly clear, no storm at all. His anger at the visions still bubbled, as he looked back at Hei-ying. The black haired angel was in his dressing gown, loosely tied at the waist. As he fidgeted with his candle, Clow suddenly thought of another way he could get back at the visions . . . he could disobey them.
"Hei-ying . . ." he smirked as he ordered, ". . .Come here."
Clow lay back, his dark hair unbound and spilling all over the white, silk pillow. It was soft but not as soft as his new lover's lips. Clow smiled, and opened his eyes. Deep jade eyes looked back, black hair, dark as the feathers of a raven, pooled with Clow's. The night sky was clear, the stars shone brightly, and the moonlight simple lit the land with a soft sapphire blanket of light. His hand shook slightly as he brushed two fingers over his creation's thin black eyebrow.
The magical being hummed, and purred at the cool touch of Clow reed's hand. "Master . . ." The jade eyes slid shut. "Master . . . Command me . . . Anything . . ."
Clow derived a secret pleasure from his creation, hearing him murmured so obediently. His cold fingers slipped down the pale creatures cheek, "Mine . . ." he murmured.
"Yours, Master." The being whispered, sending surreptitious thrills down Clow's spine. The jade eyes open to reveal a deep glow; a sign of the being's magic and pleasure, "Yours . . . to command . . ."
A satisfied smirk grew on Clow's lips, he was glad the obedience spell had worked, the being would crave to obey every order that passed the young magician's lips. "Kiss me . . . everywhere . . ."
Clow laughed as the being kissed it's way down his body. Soft lips sometimes brushing light as a feather, sometimes a cool wet tongue would slip out.
//My creation// Clow thought satisfied, //Mine// he was proud of himself, such an accomplishment at the mere age of nineteen. He had created an angel, with the darkest black hair, deep jade green eyes, soft smile. Everything Clow found the most desirable, the angel had. The young magician had never felt desire for any male before, but this magical creature was his to do with as he pleased. Clow groaned, as the creature got lower, he twined his hands with the long hair, hair that was usually tied back in a tight tail. Clow never really knew why he had created the creature. He lifted his head to gaze at the black haired boy. Sensing the heated gaze of his Master, the jade eyes slid open and gazed back; he smiled around his task and returned to it more reverently.
Clow groaned again, his head falling back onto the pillow, did he really care that the creature had been created for absolutely no purpose? That after ten months of it's maturation, the best reason Clow could come up with was that he had created the creature for no other reason then that Clow reed had the power to do such a thing?
His fingers whitened as they tighten their grip on the boy's head, his face flushed, growing paler than before. His pale lips pressed together tightly as he fought the moan that wanted out, his whole upper body paling as the heated blood rushed to . . . a more interesting locale. His stomach tightened, his shoulders tense. Pushing back hard into the pillow, Clow's back arched, "Hei-ying!" He hissed through his teeth, the pleasure almost to much to bare, //So close . . .// Clow's clouded mind sang, so close and he burned to be closer.
The jaded eyes snapped open, and the magical boy instantly sat back on his heels. Soft lips coated and glistening in the moonlight with saliva. "Yes, Master?" He asked, with an innocence that made Clow raise himself on his elbows and grinned predatorily.
Clow laughed, languidly. "Hei-ying . . . come here. . ."
A flick of his wings and the dark haired boy floated over his Master, "Are you in pain? Did I do something wrong? Do you wish me to cease Master?"
Clow blinked slowly, that satisfied smirk returned to his lip, //My creation . . .// "Kiss me." He commanded and his creation obeyed without question. When Clow pulled on the floating being's shoulders, to bring him closer, the being lowered himself, and made his large white wings disappear with an emerald glow. Hei-ying would do anything Clow asked, without resistance, without question.
Years later, this was a trait Clow would come to regret giving Hei-ying.
As the moonlight spilled it's woven azure glow over their bodies, Clow wrapped his arms around the well toned stomach he had created for Hei-ying, the young magician pulled the dark haired angel down, as they knelt together. Clow finally took the last trace of Hei-ying's innocence; and his own, from their relationship. Hei-ying's head lolled back, as Clow rested his chin on the pale boy's bare shoulder. His jade eyes screwed shut tightly as he hissed with pleasurable pain, and painful pleasure.
His pale hands slide softly over Clow's arms, sometimes pinching his fingernails into the soft skin, as they tightened about his waist. His brow drew into a deep frown, "Oh . . . Master . . ." he nearly sobbed.
"Say . . ." Clow spat, "Say my name . . ."
"Ungh . . ." Hei-ying's head fell forward, "Master . . . I can't . . . I mustn't."
Clow loosen one of his hands, he trailed it up Hei-ying's back, and meshed it in the raven black hair over the creature's neck. He pulled it harshly, snapping Hei-ying's head back. The boy's Adam apple bobbed, as Clow hissed into his ear, "Say it!"
"Master . . ." Hei-ying groaned, then took a deep shuddering breath as Clow pulled harder, "Master . . ."
Clow grinned, dark eyes keenly watching the boy's conflicted face, "Say my name . . ."
He let Hei-ying's head loll forward again, as he whispered, "Master . . . Master Clow Reed." His jade eyes became unfocused, and slid shut against the waves of unfamiliar emotion.
Clow smiled, his own dark eyes sliding shut, and he pressed his sweaty brow against the nape of his creation's neck. He was content to hear Hei-ying whimper and grunt under his Master's ministrations. Ever so often, his creation would have the presence of mind to utter Clow's name over and over again, celebrating in his newfound gift. He could call his Master by his name.
Clow could hear his own deep panting breathes, and he could hear the blood rushing about his ears. He could hear himself reply in meaningless phrases, Hei-ying's name, the odd blaspheme, and insignificant sweet nothings.
Sweet nothings " . . . Hei-ying . . ."
Years later, Clow would wish he'd held his tongue . . .
Sweet nothings " . . . Hei-ying . . . you must . . ."
Years later, Clow would wish he'd paid more attention to the orders he was issuing . . .
Sweet nothings " . . . love me, Hei-ying . . . crave me . . ."
Years later, Clow would wish he'd save his love for someone else . . .
Sweet nothings " . . . me, Hei-ying . . . and no-one else . . ."
Years later . . . Clow would wish . . .
Sweet nothings . . .
"Yes, Master . . . anything . . ."
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And now it's Time for LEAVE IT TO DR MEGALOMANIA!!
Clow: Well . . . that was . . . crap!
DrM: How could you! I slaved over that!! I tried really hard not to be gross out but kinda stylish at the same time! You big meanie! That's my first piece of lemony goodness EVER!! You complete ingrate!! That's it! You are never getting it on with Yue!! EVER!!
Clow: [falls to knees and screams to the heavens] NOOOO!!!
DrM: . . .At least in my fics. . . [Turns to readers] please tell me what you think . . . I don't mind you criticising my lemony piece, I know I kinda wimped out on it. . .
Clow: How come they get to complain and I don't?
DrM: Cos. . . I could write you out of existence that's why!
Clow: Oh, now, that's just MEAN!
DrM: Damned right!
Clow: [reads the rest of the chapter] You bitch! You killed Hilligans!
DrM: like you couldn't see it a mile away! Besides it wasn't me! it was Hei- ying!
Hei-ying: yeah. . . but Clow doesn't know that. . . do you, sugar dumpling- a-ling?
Clow: not a clue, hunny-bunny-wunny!
DrM: [deadpan] I think. . . I'm gonna be sick! The cutesy name-calling ends here! This far. [Makes sweepy motions with hand] No further!
Clow: but I wuuve him oh so muchy-wuchy!
DrM: [spams herself in the forehead and starts to beat fists against head]
Ghost of mister Hilligans: Please R&R!!