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Chapter One
'"I am sorry."
"But you can't You just can't"
The older man sighed. It wasn't just the fact that he had heard this same argument for the past few weeks, but more the sheer desperation in the voice of the one who stood before him. He looked pleadingly up at the owner of the musical voice. The creature fell to his knees, resting his forehead against the older man who sat in a well worn chair, a blanket and book in his lap.
"I'm so sorry. I wish--" He was quickly cut off by a reply from the magical being.
"I am the one who should apologize Master. I just…" The man trailed off and raised his head so his exquisite eyes met with his Master's. He smiled softly when he felt a gentle hand glide through his hair soothingly. Resting his head back in the magician's lap, he fell asleep.'
He awoke with a start. Shocked, he sat up, pulling his glasses off of his nightstand, and gazed at the clock. Oh, great. It was only two o'clock in the morning.
I wonder where that came from? That has to be the weirdest dream ever. After taking a long drink from the glass of still cool water beside his bed, he removed his glasses, and lay back. Yet still, this dream was different from the usual odd dream. It stuck with him, clinging to his consciousness. He found himself replaying the scene over again in his mind. Oh, well. I should do my best to get back to sleep. I've got school tomorrow.
"Huh, that is weird"
"It was But it was so real It was like I could FEEL everything The magician's hand, his robe…" Yukito stopped, blushing. He laughed nervously, and glanced at the teenage boy walking next to him with long, even strides. Wow Try and sound a little bit more strange, if possible "So, what do you think? Am I cracking up? I've never had a dream that felt so …familiar before"
"It certainly sounds quite vivid." Touya Kinomoto replied thoughtfully.
"You don't think it could be because of…"Yukito paused, glancing around him for anyone who might be listening.
"Him?" Touya finished before his best friend. Yukito gave him a nervous look before nodding and taking a bite of his sandwich. His silver hair fell across his forehead, and he impatiently swiped it back.
"Yeah, that Yue guy. My other half, or whatever." Touya smiled at Yuki's choice of words. He found the Moon guardian and his earthly form to be as different as possible. Where Yuki was good natured, kind hearted, and friendly, the guardian was cold, conceited and the slightest bit cruel.
"Maybe the magician in your dream was Clow Reed?" Touya asked in a quiet tone.
"Hey, maybe Great thinking To-ya" Touya was rewarded by a dazzling smile from Yuki.
"If you have another dream, write it down, ok?" Touya finished his sandwich, and drained the last of his soda. Yuki, who ate enough for ten people, did the same. They had finished just in time, for the bell rang right after, announcing for the students eating lunch to come back to their classes.
"Lunch time ends way too quickly." Touya grumbled, echoed by Yuki's ringing laugh.
'"Why, whatever is the matter?" Two strong hands caught up a smaller, more delicate one in between them. Soft sobs were the only answer the tall, partially Chinese man received. "Dear one, what is wrong?" A beautiful, silver haired creature raised his head. His normally bright violet eyes were red rimmed. Those eyes widened when lips as gentle as the man who owned them brushed kisses against the tear streaked flesh of either cheek. Long, ink colored hair tickled the magical moon creature's nose, filling the air between them with the hint of roses. The young man sighed as his Master withdrew.
"There now. Tell me, why the tears?" His master asked in that deep, quiet voice.
"They were…" The beautiful man began, only to stop, clearly ashamed.
"They were teasing you again, weren't they? Ah, my poor one. They just don't understand how sensitive you are Don't worry. It doesn't matter what they say." He drew his beloved creature to him, pressing him against his chest. The silver haired young man buried his face into the deep, dark colored fabric of his master's soft robe, inhaling the scents of herbs, flowers, and an exotic, masculine scent that was completely unique. '
Yukito woke up. His latest dream was similar to the one's he'd been having for weeks now. Sighing, he pulled the blank book he'd been recording his dreams in from underneath his bed. He pulled it open, glancing at the last dream he'd recorded:
'The black haired magician watched three figures file from his study, each glaring with venom at a certain silver haired beauty who had curled up in their Master's favorite chair. The young man's eyes widened before he glanced up at the Master. "There now. They won't be tangling your hair up any time soon. Now, move onto the floor, and we'll see what we can do about this hair of yours." The dark robed older man draped a thick blanket around the shivering fey creature's shoulders. The magician pushed his glasses further up on his nose and pulled out a comb, and a small pair of scissors. He began to gently, methodically, pull the comb through his creations waist length hair. Tears welled up in the smaller man's violet eyes.
"Why do they hate me so?" He whispered. A sigh echoed above the crackling of a warm fire.
"They don't hate you my dear one. You are the youngest, that's all. They find it more convenient to tease you. Even so, pushing you into a well, and using your hair as a cat toy is quite inexcusable." The kindly magician winced as he encountered a nasty snarl. Trying to distract the young man, he began to tell him a fantastic fairy tale that was partially based on a real life encounter with the spirit of a young girl. He withdrew the scissors from the fold of his robe and snipped away the worst of the tangles. When he finally finished, and his creation's hair was once more a silken, silver, waterfall, he looked down at the silver head that had leaned against his knee. He smiled fondly at the relaxed, innocent, sweet face, so gentle in sleep. Then he leaned forward to place a chaste kiss on his cheek."'
Yukito bit the end of his pencil. These dreams…the magician in them could be Clow Reed. And I suppose the other guy could be Yue. Yukito shivered at the thought of his other half. It scared him to think that most of what he'd believed in his whole life was a lie. Perhaps he and Yue really were beginning to become one, like Sakura had told him. Groaning and rubbing his eyes, he un-capped the pen and began to write down his latest dream.
"Here you go," Yukito handed Touya the journal, "a month's worth of dreams." Touya accepted the proffered journal with a questioning look. He yelled over his shoulder for his little sister to hurry up, keeping a steady grip on his bike. Sakura Kinomoto raced up, her short auburn hair flying about her face., her green eyes sparkling. For Yukito, she had a sunburst smile, however for her brother she had a raspberry. Touya snorted at her childish display. Sakura's bright eyes lit on the journal instantly. She snatched it away from her shocked brother before he could even react, and opened it to a random page.
"OOH, a diary, Touya? I didn't think you were the type Hmmm, lemme see here, what could I blackmail me evil older brother with?" Sakura had a mischievous glint to her eyes as she read aloud.
"Squirt, give that back now Come on Sakura You're biting off more than you can chew here" Touya dived for the book, almost dropping his bike. Sakura easily dodged him, with a flair of skill, on her roller blades. She skidded to a stop next to Yukito. "Sakura, that's not even mine It's Yuki's" Sakura stopped at her brother's statement.
"Huh? Yuki's?" She glanced at the silent boy next to her, who nodded, and gestured at the book.
"You can still look through it if you want, after all, you're the card mistress. You have strong powers, maybe you can make sense of my weird dreams." She went back to reading.
"'December fourth. Tonight I dreamt a very odd scene. A huge winged lion creature was trying to comfort an angel. The angel was crying. I could hear it so well. I can still hear it now. He sounded so sad. Even the lion was crying. Ok, It started with the angel, sitting out under a tree. It was the middle of winter, I guess, cause there was snow on the ground, glittering in the light of a full moon. The angel sat, shivering under a tree, and almost crying. The lion creature came out and said he was sorry, and the angel immediately started sobbing. He turned and threw his arms, and wings, around the lion , and kept wailing, 'No, no.' It was such a sad dream. It ended with the angel passing out, and falling backwards into the snow. Then the lion dragged him back into the house. I woke up right after.'" Sakura took a very deep breath. "Have you been having many dreams like this Yuki?" She didn't even wait for his nod before continuing, a finger against her small chin, her feet moving automatically, as they began to journey towards school. Touya made sure Yukito had a good grip on his waist, before pedaling off. "Cause this sounds a lot like Keroberos and Yue. I could call Kero during lunch, and have him meet us after school if you'd like."
"Better yet, why don't you spend the night Yuki? Dad's out of town, and the monster could make us dinner, as long as we picked the ingredients up, right monster?" Sakura stuck out her tongue, then blew another raspberry at her brother.
"Wow, you're growing up faster every day, monster You're getting to be so mature, just make sure you don't start dating anytime soon, or else"
"Or else what? And besides, who says I haven't already been on a date?"
"WHAT? Who was it Sakura?"
"Haha, I'm not telling" Another raspberry, and more exasperated sounds from her older brother.
"Touya?" Yukito asked quietly.
"What?"
"You have a sister complex." Yukito replied, as Sakura giggled.
"Shut up. Both of you." Touya growled, mock fiercely.
"You haven't really been dating, have you Sakura?" Yukito whispered.
"Of course not, it's just fun to tease him." Sakura giggled again. Yukito's laughter rang through the cold air. Sakura's laughter floated easily above it, as carefree as a bird.
"Yuki" The hissed whisper was accompanied by a sharp pencil poke in the side. Yukito's head snapped up. "Stay awake" Yukito yawned, fairly certain he heard his jaws creak. His eyes began to close again, very much against his own will. The lost sleep because of the dreams was beginning to take it's toll. His eyes closed, the age old mantra: "I'll just rest my eyes.", repeated itself in his brain. His body began to feel as heavy as his eyelids, and his mind slowed. His breathing became slightly irregular, and his head bowed forward until his chin was practically resting in his chest. His arms, crossed in front of him, relaxed slightly as his body slouched ever so slightly. He passed quickly into the second phase of sleep, ignorant of Touya poking him lightly with the pencil and whispering his name.
"TSUKISHIRO-SAN YUKITO" A heavy hand slammed down onto Yuki's desk. It startled him out of sleep, nearly causing him to fall out of his chair. "So glad you could join us today in class, Tsukishiro-san. Are you feeling well today?"
"Uh, ah…umm, yes, Hino-sensei. I'm just tired, I haven't been sleeping well." Yukito quickly stammered out an answer.
"Perhaps you should try and sleep a little more at home, than in class." The teacher quickly walked back to the front of the class, and began preaching again. Yuki, unable to help it, yawned again.
"Yuki.." Touya began, but Yukito cut him off.
"If I start to fall asleep again, smack me, ok?" He smiled at his friend.
A few minutes later…"Yuki"…SMACK….
"What are you reading, Sakura?" Tomoyo sat next to her best friend, brushing out her thick, dark hair. Li Sayoran, Sakura's other close friend sat on her other side, leaning back against the tree the were sitting, and eating lunch under. Tomoyo smoothed her sleek hair, put her brush away, and opened a bottle of water. Sakura put her trash in a paper bag, and picked back up Yuki's journal.
"Isn't that Yuki's journal?" Li questioned. Tomoyo's eyebrows shot up.
"Uh, yeah." Sakura gave Li a strange look. "He's been recording these strange dreams he's been having lately." Tomoyo scanned the sky, then turned back to Sakura.
"What type of dreams?" Tomoyo's sweet voice was tinged with curiosity. Li had sat fully up and was looking expectantly at Sakura with his cinnamon colored eyes.
"I don't know. It sounds to me like they could possibly be dreams of the past."
"Who's past?" Li muttered. Sakura opened up the journal.
"Dreams of…you know, Kero, Clow Reed…and I think Yue." Sakura glanced at the page in front of her. Suddenly Tomoyo jumped up and raced towards some nearby bushes.
"Ok…" Li looked at Tomoyo like she was crazy. Sakura burst out laughing at his expression.
"Li, you look like a fish" Tomoyo approached the two, wondering why on earth Sakura was almost in tears from laughing to much, and Li's face was so red. Behind her a tan colored animal sat on her shoulder, peeking through her black hair. Kero's arms were crossed, and he looked very confused.
"Hey, what's so funny?" Tomoyo looked at Kero, then glanced back to the two.
"Sorry, Li's face…" Sakura sat up and wiped her eyes.
"Haha, see? I always told ya the kid has a funny looking face" Kero laughed at his own joke, prompting a giggle that Tomoyo hid behind her hand. Li growled, and glared at the magical creature perched on his friend's shoulder.
"Kero," Sakura began, "I want to read something to you, ok?" Sakura flipped through the journal, stopping on a random page. Kero flew over to sit beside Sakura, leaned against the tree trunk, and closed his eyes. Sakura's low voice filled his ears, and brought forth long buried memories. Yes, he could see the scenes play out before him in his mind's eye….
'Numerous magicians had gathered to debate various subjects that required intellect and
interest…neither of which the lion felt he possessed greatly. No, it was much more fun to watch
his siblings make fools of themselves while he relaxed in front of the fire. Something his siblings
had done made a roar of laughter issue forth from the magicians.
"So where is this latest creation of yours?" A snooty feminine voice questioned. He
heard his Master's bass voice rumble an unsure answer. It had taken many years of living with
the man to hear that hint of concern in his voice. He felt a soft tendril of magic brushing across
the very fabric of his being. Groaning, he pulled himself to his feet. Where was his little
brother? He knew that the little one hated big crowds; after all he was extraordinarily shy to the
point of being terrified. He was probably hiding.
"Ahhh…there he is. I knew he wouldn't be far…You may come out now, dear one." At the master's soft bidding, a small, thin, pale face poked around from behind the door. With uncertain steps the childlike being came forward, his eyes cast shyly down. The lion bounded up next to his brother, purring comfortingly, and led his brother to the now standing assembly of magicians. Many of them gasped at the demure beauty. The master came forward to stand protectively at the young man's shoulder.
"I must apologize. He's just shy." That same snooty woman leapt forward, practically pouncing on the boy. She grabbed his chin and thrust it up forward, so that all could see his face. The master's jaw dropped, his eyes filled with concern.
"Why it's perfect Very beautiful. It can talk, correct?" She twisted the poor young man's face this way and that. The other's simply stared, fascinated.
"Please, be gentle. " Surprisingly, the master gently pried the woman's hand off of his creation's face. The poor angelic being looked so frightened, as though he would bolt. The master put a protective arm around his creation. "It's alright, dear." He whispered soothingly.'
"Wow." Kero whispered. "After that, Clow told everyone to go home. Yue was pretty freaked out. I couldn't believe how that pack of wolves practically attacked poor Yue." Kero looked very much lost in thought.
"So that was the past But why would Yuki be dreaming about the past?" Sakura sounded excited. Kero snorted.
"Did you forget about Yue?" Sakura's head tilted to one side.
"Hmm. Don't forget Sakura, that Yuki is only Yue's earthly form. It could be Yue who's dreaming." Sakura nodded slowly. "But why would Yuki have been having these dreams for so long?" Li interrupted Kero.
"I don't know." Kero said.
"Maybe you should talk to him." Tomoyo broke in.
"Uhh…" Sakura looked completely unsure of how to broach such a subject to her stoic moon guardian. "He won't be angry Sakura." Sakura glanced at her sun guardian, shocked. He always knew what she was thinking. "Yeah, maybe I'll invite him over today."
"Yukito Touya" Sakura ran up to her brother and his best friend. "Hey, could Yukito still come over for dinner tonight, Touya?" Touya merely blinked at his sister. He just didn't get her sometimes. Oh, he knew that she thought that Yuki was handsome. Man, his little sister could be so weird.
"Uhh, yeah. Sure squirt, whatever. That was the plan." He rolled his eyes. Yuki just grinned, and mouthed: 'sister complex.' Aww, man. He sighed, and the three walked home, Sakura chattering the whole way.
After dinner, Sakura walked into the living room carrying the tea tray. She could hear her brother and Yuki talking about something funny that had happened to some kid in their class. Sakura's dad was getting everything ready at the college. He was taking his advanced anthropology class on a dig the next day. Sakura sat the tray down then turned to Yuki. Kero had perched himself at the foot of the stairs, ready to talk to Yue once he appeared.
"Return to your true form, Yue" Sakura commanded. Yuki stood up, as if in a daze. He floated off the Kinomoto's carpet for a moment, while large white wings grew from his back, wrapping themselves around his glowing form like a cocoon. They drew back, revealing an unearthly beauty of a man. Long white robes covered his body. Silvery hair fell down his back. Those long eyelashes brushed his cheeks, then his alien eyes opened. He immediately dropped to one knee before Sakura, closing those violet and blue eyes.
"What is it you wish Mistress?" That smooth, velvet and whisky voice flowed from his pale throat.
"Yue…I don't know quite how to put this.." His small, auburn haired mistress was at a loss for words. Kero changed to his true form, and came to stand before his brother.
"I'll just wait upstairs, ok squirt?" Touya stood quickly, his eyes locked on the angelic man. He turned and walked upstairs, glancing at the angelic boy all the while.
Yue arched a pale eyebrow at Sakura's brother and got to his feet. "Sit down, Yue, please." Sakura reached up and grabbed one of Yue's delicate hands in both of her smaller ones, pulling Yue towards the sofa. "I…I wanted to give you something, ask you to read it. It's Yukito's journal. He…He's been having some weird dreams lately." Sakura pulled the journal out of her backpack, which she had placed next to the sofa. She placed it into Yue's lap. Yue looked askance at Sakura, as though unsure of what to do.
"Read an entry, Yue." Keroberos's voice echoed. Yue opened the journal, reading the first page. Sakura watched Yue's facial reactions. He looked shocked.
"Where did you get this?" Yue's voice sounded soft, and sad.
"Yuki. He's been having some interesting dreams lately." Keroberos rumbled. "Are you perhaps having some impact on his dreams, little brother?" Keroberos's voice was gentle, and soothing. He, after having spent centuries becoming familiar with every nuance of Yue's voice and body language, could tell that Yuki's journal had dredged up some bittersweet memories. Sakura seemed to sense this too, because she carefully sat on the sofa next to Yue. Keroberos was sometimes shocked at Sakura's perceptive abilities.
"I…" He looked warily at the girl next to him, her hands having moved to grip one of his comfortingly. Her deep jade eyes urged him to continue. "I always dream, my brother. Always." Yue's voice was low. He looked pensive. "However, I have always taken the utmost care to separate myself from my earthly form. It's much easier that way. I especially separate both parts when I sleep. I don't see why I should plague Yukito with such matters during his waking hours. Actually, I've spent more and more time lately sleeping than not."
"Then what your saying is, Yuki shouldn't be having these dreams?" Sakura looked quite confused. Keroberos tilted his head to one side.
"Are your forms somehow merging, Yue?" Keroberos tossed his golden mane.
"I don't believe so. Otherwise I believe I would also dream Yukito's memories."
"Ah, good point. Could something be causing them to merge? Or maybe be giving Yuki these memories for some reason?" Sakura looked back and forth between her guardians.
"Hmmm. From what I read there is no hint of danger within them." Yue looked at the journal. "They appear to be nothing more than short vignettes of my…" He locked eyes with his older brother, "our life together with Mas….Clow." His voice stumbled a little on Clow's name. Sensing the pain that tore at Yue's heart at the mere thought of his beloved Master, Keroberos stood and pushed his muzzle against Yue's knee. With a smile that almost made it's way to Yue's lips, Yue scratched at Keroberos's ears in a distracted manner. Sakura was shocked at this display of affection between the two. Normally, Keroberos would be teasing Yue, and Yue, if he replied at all, would add in a few caustic remarks.
"Perhaps you should read them Yue. You might be able to make some sense of them. Maybe there is a message in them meant specifically for you? " Sakura nodded at Keroberos's speech and squeezed Yue's hand before letting it go. Yue stared at his hand as though just seeing it for the first time. He nodded sharply, picked up the journal, and stood.
"I suppose I shall." His soft voice filled the room.
"You could go read it in Dad's library. Come on, I'll show you where it is." The child magician stood next to her guardian, her height barely reached his waist. She motioned for him to follow her, which he did. Their feet on the stairs caused Touya to peek out from his room.
"Hey Squirt, where's Yuki?" He mock growled, until his eyes fell on the silver haired boy who stood tall, and proud behind his kaijuu. His eyes took in the beauty of that very long, shimmering waterfall of silver, and those cold, injured, guarded violet and blue orbs that missed nothing. Sometimes Touya felt like he could feel Yuki's true form watching him. He imagined he could feel the pain that lay hidden deep in the icy depths of Yue's soul. He really pitied the other boy. Touya knew what it was like to lose someone, and to be utterly crushed by their passing. He sensed that in Yue. Now, his eyes actually met with Yue's. Blue-violet met dark brown. He felt himself flush. "Ah, um, I'll just be in here waiting." Touya quickly ducked back into his room and slammed the door shut. He leaned against the door, his heart pounding. Wow, Yue was beautiful. Yue merely raised an eyebrow, and followed a chattering Sakura into her father's study. She showed him to a chair, and left him with a sweet smile. Yue sat, and opened the journal to the first entry. It was the story of the first moment he'd seen Clow. Clow……
Eyes of such a dark blue they almost seemed black met with his. Two large, careful hands lifted him. The loud shrieking wail ceased itself as the tall man cradled the bundled infant in his arms. The magician leaned back carefully in his chair. A large lion carried a bottle delicately in his sharp teeth. The magician chuckled as the infant flailed his pudgy arms and set to crying again. He accepted the bottle from the lion and pushed the nipple into the child's mouth. Immediately the infant started sucking it. The magician smiled at his newest creation. The lion pushed himself onto his hind legs to peer into the baby's face. Two miniature hands found his cold, wet, black nose and grabbed a hold of it. The magician threw his head back and roared with laughter. The lion mock growled softly at the tiny boy, then laughed as well.
Yue sighed, and flipped the page. These words were ripping into his heart.
The child-like angel opened his wings. He glanced at the smiling man who stood a few paces away, arms outstretched and beckoning to the child. "Come here, my dear little moon angel." That soft, deep voice gave him all the courage he needed. He leapt into the air, fluttering his wings as fast as he could. Unfortunately his best efforts weren't good enough. He started to fall, however, his master pulled out a card and whispered 'Windy'. A gentle, smiling woman swept towards the hardwood floor and broke his fall. She cradled him to her breast and flew towards their master. The master took the angelic boy into his arms and thanked the beautiful woman. She just smiled and gently touched the silver haired boy's head and reverted to a card. The miniature angel felt tears welling up in his eyes at his failure. He bit his lower lip. "I…I am sorry. I just cannot seem to do it." He heard a soft chuckle and looked up into the man's smiling face. "It is alright little one. You will learn, in your own time." The tiny child buried his face into his master's shoulder. His master stroked his back with worn, calloused, warm hands.
Yue could still feel those hands, stroking his face, and long hair. Even as a child he had worn his hair long, knowing that Clow loved that silken mass. He could feel the tears stinging his lavender eyes, running down his pale, thin cheeks. Grief was overwhelming him. Choking back a softened sob, Yue struggled to read the next page. Oh, he could remember this scene all too well. This had been one of the happiest days of his life.
"Yue, wake up It's Christmas morning And it's snowing" Keroberos had nearly smothered him, jumping up onto his bed and pouncing the boy. An eight year old Yue threw his arms around Keroberos's great furry neck. He giggled gleefully, Keroberos growling at him playfully. Yue pushed himself away from Keroberos, and hopped off his bed onto the floor. He threw on his robe quickly, and shoved slippers on his feet.
"Come on Ker'beros" Keroberos chuckled at Yue's mispronunciation of his name. The child still hadn't learned to say his name correctly. Yue was such a sweet child, full of love and life. He raced down the stairs, and flew into Clow's outstretched arms. Clow spun the child around, their laughter loud, and piercing.
"Alright, moonchild, let us see what Santa has left us." He carried Yue into the parlor, where a large tree had presents stacked four feet high. Keroberos padded after the two. The trio were soon seated in front of a roaring fire, compliments of the fiery card, with fat stockings on their laps. Yue pulled out piece after piece of chocolate, his eyes wide. Clow smiled at the child's wonder. Yue opened a piece, looking into Clow's eyes as if asking for permission. When Clow gestured for the child to eat the candy, Yue popped the sweet into his mouth, his lavender eyes closing with pleasure as the candy melted. After all had unloaded their stockings, presents were passed out. Clow loved the blank journal Yue had crafted. Yue had used a sealant to cover the plain journal with pressed flowers he had picked and dried himself. Yue had even been thoughtful enough to select all of the magician's favorites. Keroberos had enlisted the aid of the create card in literally creating a new quilt to replace the one he had accidentally shredded with his sharp claws. Clow held the new quilt up.
"Why Keroberos Thank you. It is identical to the old, and sure to keep me quite warm. Now I may sit in my favorite chair, snug underneath my quilt, and write whatever pleases me. I thank you both." Clow's smile was warm enough to rival the fire that burned in the fireplace.
Yue closed his tired eyes. They were red and puffy from crying. He could feel his exhausted mind shutting down. As his eyes slipped shut, he fell asleep dreaming of a man who had once been his master and his greatest love.
The child-like angel opened his wings...He glanced at the smiling man who stood a few paces away, arms outstretched and beckoning to the child. "Come here, my dear little moon angel." That soft, deep voice gave him all the courage he needed. He leapt into the air, fluttering his wings as fast as he could. Unfortunately his best efforts weren't good enough. He started to fall…and was surprised to feel the hard wood slam into his side, surely bruising his tender skin. He looked up into the face of his master, expecting to see concern, and instead saw fury. The heat of anger had settled into those dark blue eyes, and suffused his ivory cheeks with blood. "Yue, are you ever going to get it right? You fool How hard can it be? You had best learn to fly soon. You are getting to old to have Keroberos or I carry you everywhere" With that, Clow Reed stormed out of the room, slamming the heavy oak door so hard it shook the walls, and echoed throughout the second floor. Tears ran down Yue's face…
…staining his cheeks. Yue touched his face in wonder. No, this wasn't right. He was in Sakura's father's library, and Clow hadn't yelled at him. That dream was inaccurate. Clow had kept him from falling. Yes, Clow had pulled out a card…hadn't he? He…no…maybe Clow hadn't pulled out…a card, was it? Yue shook his head. His head hurt, and felt heavy. His vision swam. Before he passed out he registered the book hitting the floor. His thin body crashed onto the carpeted floor with an audible thud.