Well, Hello and welcome to my little world of Weirdness . . . and in this fic, indescribable cute, fluffy-ness!!

Who Loves Short-Shorts? We Love Short Sort! Who Owns CCS? CLAMP owns CCS!!

Ahem. . . I also have to admit, I'm drawing from some of my own life experiences . . . and yes, I really did step on a rose thorn one time and scream at my mother, "Mummy! If you loved me you wouldn't do this to me!! Leave the thorn in!!" [Folds arms] Hey, gimme credit, my mother pulled 'em out with needles . . . and I was only five!!

And amazingly, this is semi-ExS . . . that's as in Sakura there . . . yup, this is my first tentative steps into the great unknown. . .But I guess I better clear something up. . . The Whole Eriol-Sakura Thing. . . that doesn't come in until the end, and Clow's father being called Eriol too doesn't mean the Eriol we all know and love is Clow's papa. . . if that makes sense, it just happens that they are called the same thing. . . I just happen to be addicted to Coinidinks. . .

~TimeShift~

Dream

//thinking//

"speaking"

*stress/emphasis*

The Something Under The Bed.

By Dr Megalomania . . . You can't prove anything by that!!

Grand . . . [Sigh] . . . Mamma . . .

~Four years later. . .~

"The Great English Countryside . . ."

Clow sighed and pressed his head hard back against the warm Reed red seat. The rolling hills and the dipping valleys were a testament to the farmers' restraint, the young fowls and the mewling sheep babies falling over themselves as they stumbled across the green grass of the meadows. The trees were in full bloom, apple and cherry blossoms filling the air with a sweet scent, as their carriage rambled through the winding country roads . . . oh, so beautiful . . .

"Are we there yet?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Very sure?"

"Yes."

"*Reeeeeeeeally* very sure?"

"Yes!"

". . . Where are we going?"

Yue threw his hands up, "I told you that ten minutes ago!"

Keroberos' eyes crossed slightly as he thought about it, ". . . I think you're lying to me . . ."

The moon angel pinched his nose in this charming little habit he had picked up from Clow's schoolmaster. "I am not lying to you Keroberos." Clow smiled as he watched them, he glanced at his parents. Mamma and Papa were sat together opposite, Mamma in her travelling clothes and Papa in his family robes, Clow had some too but he was more like his mother and refused to wear them while travelling. Papa smiled, and winked at his son.

Clow smiled back, and sighed, "Come on you two . . ." he said quietly, "Try to sleep for a little while . . ."

"I don't wanna sleep!" Keroberos called, he pressed his face against the window, "MI mmanna mnow mhere me're mmoing!"

Yue, seated on the other side, shook his head, "Keroberos, you shall leave a smudge . . . Stop it."

"You're not the master of me . . ." Keroberos sank back down, he sat and tossed his nose into the air, "In fact, no one is the master of me . . . *I* . . ." he smiled smugly, "I am the master of everything . . ."

Yue opened his mouth to retort when Mamma said something in very quiet, very quick Chinese. Yue sat back, and closed his eyes, becoming incredibly still. Keroberos growled, "What did she say?" He nudged Clow, "What did she say?!"

Clow smiled knowingly at his mother, "She told Yue to choose his battles carefully, the superior man treads lightly and, with modesty and little anger, finds that he is the stronger . . ." He tilted his head towards Keroberos, "All things come to those with patience . . ."

Keroberos blinked, and looked past Clow to observe Yue, "What did he just say?!"

A smile tweaked at Yue's lips, "Nothing of any great importance to you, Keroberos . . ."

Keroberos blinked again and look balefully at Papa, who laughed and leant forward. He ruffled Keroberos' ears, "Stop worrying your pretty little head, they said that Yue must learn not to pick on you over such petty things."

A purr of satisfaction ended that conversation. Keroberos' head lolled to the window, "So . . . Are we there yet?"

~An hour later . . .~

"We're still not there yet then?"

"No, Keroberos, we're not . . ." Clow smiled and petted the lion's ears, "And shh . . . Mamma and Yue are trying to sleep . . ."

Papa was reading quietly, Mamma's head resting gently in his lap, he ran his fingers through her hair ever so often. Mamma always slept during coach journeys. Clow smiled as he looked into his own lap, Yue was a perfect mirror of his mother. Curled up slightly with one hand held out bouncing along with the carriage. Clow smiled as he brushed Yue's fringe out of his eyes, the angel was fast asleep.

Keroberos pawed at his bag of jellybeans, Clow smiled gently. It was something they both shared over the years, an intense love of jellybeans, Yue wasn't too keen on them but he did love the strawberry flavours, Keroberos eat almost everything under the sun and then some, the kitten could just eat and eat and eat, even when Clow couldn't eat anymore the kitten would complain of being hungry! Keroberos chewed on some blackcurrant beans and pressed his face against the glass again. "Are we---?"

"Not yet," Clow chuckled quietly, "Patience, Keroberos, is a virtue."

Keroberos lifted his face from the glass, "Where are we going?"

Papa chuckled, "Like a sieve, you!"

The lion blinked happily, as he turned to Clow, wanting an answer. "What's a sieve? "

Clow shook his head, "It's something you can fill with all the rice in the world, but it shall always be empty . . ."

"What does that mean?"

"It means . . ." Yue mumbled from deep within his sleep, "That you can be told everything in the world, but you shall never remember a word of it . . ."

"A word of what?" Keroberos chuckled deeply as Yue frowned and rolled over. "But really, where are we going?"

The smile faded slowly from Clow's face, "We're going to Auntie Antoinette and Grand . . ." Clow sighed deeply and slouched, ". . . Mamma . . ."

Keroberos' eyes crossed, "Why do we need to ride in a coach to see Mamma?"

"No, no . . . not my Mamma . . . Papa's Mamma . . ." Clow explained quietly, "Ger name is . . . Grand . . ." he sighed again, ". . . Mamma . . ."

"What's wrong with her?" Yue mumbled quietly.

Clow lifted his hand and laced it with Yue's hair, playing with it gently, "You'll see . . ."

"Come here boy!"

Clow tried not to trip over his robes as he approached Grand . . . he sighed quietly to himself . . . Mamma . . .

"Good afternoon Grandmamma . . ." Clow swallowed the almost instinctive sigh, "It's such a pleasure to see you and Auntie Antoinette once again on such a---"

"And this . . ." The sour old woman's deep blue eyes narrowed, her old wooden walking stick snapped up with a speed unhealthy for a woman her age, "What is it?"

Yue's eyes crossed slightly as he gazed at the end of the stick with distain, "My name is Yue . . ." He blinked and turned his eyes on the craggy old woman, "I am a he, madam, and you will kindly refer to me as such."

"Such, eh?"

Yue's nostrils flared, and Keroberos giggled. The craggy old woman's eyes snapped onto him, "And this?" She bopped him on the head, "What is this?"

Keroberos frowned as he rubbed his head with his paw, "I'm Keroberos . . ." He took a menacing step forward, "And if you are not careful . . . I shall eat you up!"

Grandmamma stared at him before she bopped him sharply on the head again; Keroberos whimpered and looked at Clow, the young boy was carefully keeping his expression neutral. Yue stepped forward, "Don't do that . . ." he said quietly, "It is not polite and it hurts . . ." Grandmamma's eyes narrowed as she raised her stick.

Clow blinked as, in a blink of an eye, Yue had caught the stick as it came crashing down on him. Grandmamma tried to wrench it from his grasp but he held it tightly. "I said . . ." he reminded her quietly, "Do not do it." The craggy old woman frowned as Yue pulled the stick out of her hand.

A hush came over the family as Yue brought the stick back down on her head sharply.

There was a collective intake of breath as Grandmamma's eyes widened, her winkled little face undulating as her small red mouth fell open. Clow swallowed and closed his eyes, willing himself not to laugh. Keroberos had less grace and snorted gleefully. He crowed happily, "Do it again!" He clapped his paws happily, "Yue, do it again!!"

A chuckle caused Mamma to throw a glance sideways. Mamma squeezed her husband, "Eriol . . ." she murmured warningly as he hid his chuckle behind a cough. His bright blue sparkled with mirth as he glanced at his sister. She was a diminutive little woman, with fresh lavender grey eyes and a distinctive blue tint to her hair. Antoinette gasped in shock as Grandmamma stood.

"Young man . . ." she spoke in low tones, Clow stood a little straighter and looked her in the eyes, "This construct of yours is out of hand . . . you will correct it immediately."

Yue handed back her stick and stared up at her, he folded his arms and said quietly, "Yi Shi Tong Ren . . ."

"What?!" Grandmamma blustered, "What did it say?" She raised the stick again and tapped Yue on the head, "Speak up thing, and speak in the proper language!"

"Stop it. Now." Yue rolled his eyes, and breathed out slowly. "And I said that you should Extend Same Treatment To All."

Grandmamma drew a quick breath and slammed the stick down hard on Yue's poor skull. "You shan't talk to me like that . . . you are nothing but a construct!" She started to punctuate her every word with a hard blow, "Do you hear me?"

The fourth word drove Yue to the ground.

Mamma tensed and edged forward in her seat. Papa grabbed his wife's hand and shook his head silently; he watched his son's expression. Clow glanced at Yue, then at his Grandmamma. The awful old woman glared at him, "Well . . .? What are you waiting for, Boy?! This construct is obviously defective, I demand you remove it from existence this instant!" She glared as Keroberos leant over Yue, checking him if he was okay, "And that one too . . . I don't like it, it's ugly!"

Clow stared at her, his bright blue eyes widening with fury.

Yue rubbed his head, and Keroberos walked around his back to support him, "Are you okay, Yue?"

Yue was quiet and hung his head. "My head hurts . . ." he raised his hand and gingerly touched his scalp, "My head . . ." his eyes filled with tears, "My head hurts!!"

Grandmamma's eyes narrowed again, and she opened her mouth to speak and waved her stick over Yue's battered crown when . . .

"If you touch them again, I shall take that stick and I shall hit you twice as many times as you have hit them."

Once again Grandmamma's mouth fell open, "What did you say?"

"I believe you heard me Grandmamma . . . they are my creations, they are my friends, and their names are Yue and Keroberos . . . and if you touch my creations again, or even continue to be so utterly rude to them, I shall take Yue's advice and treat you the same way." Clow stepped forward and knelt by Yue, the angel's head dipped once or twice, his eyes utterly unfocused. Clow clenched his fists and stood suddenly, "You've really hurt him . . . you . . . you . . . OLD HAG!!" Clow roared, "You've hurt him really badly!!" A nearby table started to rumble, Yue cowered against his brother, as Clow got even angrier, "I will not tolerate you anymore . . . my name is Clow Reed, not Boy! You will apologise immediately to Yue!"

The table's rumbling got worse and few of Grandmamma's priceless vases broke.

Keroberos craned his neck, "What's happening?" But he got no answer as Yue clutched his head, and moaned quietly. Mamma glanced at her husband, Papa nodded knowingly as did Antoinette. Grandmamma leant over her stick and peered at Clow throw her old wire rimmed glasses, "And what will you do to make me . . ." her voice dripping with sarcasm, ". . . Boy?"

The table started to float off the ground and a few paintings fell off their hangings.

Clow drew a deep breath and opened his mouth to retort when there was a quiet cry from Yue. He turned to find both Keroberos and Yue staring at him, Yue's swaying was worse and he was relying on Keroberos to keep him upright. Clow turned back to Grandmamma, and answered calmly, "Nothing . . ." He turned away from her and walked to Yue, "Because the time I spend anger on you with . . ." The table's rumbling subsided and Clow sat beside his angel and allowed the white haired angel to curl up in his lap, ". . . could be used to help my angel . . ." He placed his hand on the bump and got a whimper of pain from Yue. He glanced up at her, "I shall not waste a drop of my magic or my time on you!"

There was silence as Clow turned his attention back on his injured angel; Keroberos wrapped his wing around Yue, unconsciously shielding him from the rest of the world. Clow lifted his angel's head, gently tilting it to check his eyes, "Oh . . . my angel . . ."

The sound of clapping made him look up, Grandmamma smiled at him roguishly. Mamma was sighing with relief, and pressing her hand against her chest, Auntie Antoinette pressed her hand over her mouth and was going bright red with delight. Papa nodded proudly, "Son . . . it took me until I was sixteen---"

"Eighteen, Eriol dearest, eighteen . . ." Grandmamma chuckled deeply, she turned her attention back on Clow, "Well done Clow . . . every Reed has to suffer the same test, just to check how they can handle their magic . . ." She hobbled over to his angel and put her hand on his sore head, "I'm sorry . . . Yue? Did you say your name is?" The angel nodded numbly, she smiled, "Well . . . you'll be staying here for a little while, I'll learn your names then . . . in the meantime, Eriol, tend to your son and his creations . . . Antoinette stop looking like a pumpkin and set the tea."

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DrM: Sugar Intake . . . rotting teeth!! Plotting . . . too obvious . . . so very un-DrM-like!!

Yue: Must . . . get . . . DrM . . . to . . . stop . . . talking . . . like . . . Captain . . . Kirk!! . . . getting . . . on nerves . . .

Kero: Must . . . tell . . . readers . . . to R and . . . R!! For the . . . Sake . . . of DrM!! . . . Must . . . R&R . . .

DrM: heh, heh, oh and To people who complain about the fact I hate fluff . . . I don't I really don't I love fluff . . . it's just I'm Doctor Megalomania . . . I'm an Evil Overlord, Damnit . . . how can I keep my rep as a heartless cruel bitch who would steal candy from Mister Burns if I keep writing stuff like that?!

Mister Burns: Why you!! I'll beat you to a mushy pulp!! [Starts hitting DrM]

DrM: [looks around quizzically, then looks at Mister Burns] Stop that . . . stop it now . . . it's annoying . . . quit it!!