SHOW ME
A/N: I don't know if the lack of reviews for the last chapter had to do with the fact that ff.net was having a bit of an absence leave or because it sucked. Anyway. From now on, if ff.net starts acting up again, you can find any updates on my stories on my web site. You know, the one I mentioned on the last chapter no one read.
And so it continues!
CHAPTER 6
The impossible white angel was staring down at the restrained dark boy
with a mixture of pain, regret and love showing on his face. Completely
unaware of being watched, he kneeled down next to him and took one of his
hands on his.
He felt trapped between feelings he couldn't understand. His heart had
always belonged and always would, to one person only. One person that had
made it clear he didn't want him anymore, yes; but he couldn't stop loving
his master, he couldn't even conceive trying. Clow would always be his
master. It didn't matter how many others were to come; he was his creator
and the only one who would ever have a place in his heart.
But then why couldn't he stop staring at this young man? Why was he in his
every thought? It was probably all those years he'd spend alone. He craved
some company. But he couldn't betray Clow that way. And, even though he
could feel the pure love his false form had for the dark boy, he wouldn't
allow himself to experience that kind of happiness with anyone else, even
if it was through Yukito.
His heart throbbed. Touya had become either a vegetable or a screaming
maniac and somewhere inside of him, he knew it was his fault. Doctors came
and went, entering the room confident with their abilities and leaving
scratching their heads. They whispered schizophrenia and nervous breakdown
on everyone's backs, but Yue knew better. This wasn't physical madness.
Touya had given him part of his soul and he hadn't give anything in return
to fill that void. It hurt to know it, but there was nothing he could do.
A tear escaped his eye and he gasped. His tears were few, and only
reserved for his love. No ordinary human deserved his tears. And that was
what Touya Kinomoto was now. An ordinary human being.
Because of him.
The limp hand stirred slightly, and Yue lifted his gaze to meet those
blank eyes. He thought he saw a flicker of recognition in them, but it
died as quickly as it had appeared.
Yue begun absentmindedly rubbing the cold fingers and humming an old tune
Clow used to sing to him to cheer him up. Of course, coming out his throat
it sounded a lot sadder and he wondered if he had forgotten how to cheer
up at all. It didn't matter. There was no reason to smile now that his
master wasn't there to see it.
**********************
Touya craved the moments when the pain stopped, when he couldn't hear
anything but the oppressive silence of the darkness enveloping him. He was
tired. Whatever had made him decide to retreat into himself was long
forgotten, along with the knowledge of how to get out.
He'd tried.
Sometimes he could almost grasp reality again. He'd hear a voice, feel a
touch, and know that he was close. But then the pain and the mockery would
return and it was just too much for him to bare.
So, he stopped trying and waited.
Death didn't seem like such a bad option now. Outside the darkness there
was only emptiness awaiting for him, and in it there was only pain. He was
lost.
There were times when a bright and sharp, silver light would cut through
the abyss and a soft, even voice would reach him. He desperately tried to
follow it, but it was as if the light itself was hesitant to meet him and
it would disappear again.
It was so dark there that he couldn't even see his own body, and after a
while of having lost contact with everything, he begun forgetting he had
one. All until he felt moisture on where his hand should have been. It was
warm and painful, but that pain was born out of love, so it was
comforting.
That small sensation was so real, like anything he'd felt in months, that
he wanted to scream out of sheer joy. It didn't last, but he clung to the
memory of it with everything in him.
It had been all he'd needed to regain hope, and it had made the darkness
seem less oppressive. He thought he could hear a low humming, but unlike
everything he'd thought he'd heard, this he couldn't tell if it came from
outside or from inside him, so he just relaxed and enjoyed it while it
lasted.
****************
"Shaoran!" the twelve-year-old girl waved cheerfully to the young boy
waiting in the middle of the airport's hall.
Li had been worried sick about her when he hadn't shown. The sound of her
voice the other night was enough to tell him she was about to brake, but
seeing the false smile on her face now confirmed it. Sakura rarely worn
such a painful expression on her face.
Sakura and her father, who looked ten years older, approached him both
with a kind smile on their faces and a shadow over their eyes. Shaoran
wouldn't have expected anything less. For what he'd heard, Touya had
completely lost his mind in a matter of days. As much as he disliked the
annoying young man, he knew how much he meant to Sakura, hence, it hurt
him.
"How are you?" he said trying to convey the worry in his voice and make
the question sound casual.
Sakura sighed and her smile faltered.
"I'm a little tired, that's all. I didn't get much sleep last night."
"I know. You should get some rest though. So that you can be there for
your brother. You can't do that if you're worn out." Li avoided saying
that to her face. He didn't want to see the pain in her eyes when he
mentioned Touya. But he knew he should say it nonetheless. Sakura sighed
again.
"I know you're right. First we should go back to the hospital, right dad?"
Fujitaka nodded absentmindedly. "Eriol and Tomoyo-chan are meeting us
there. I know you had a long flight and you probably want to rest and eat
something, we can. . ."
Shaoran waved her off.
"I can eat something at the hospital. Besides, it's not that long of a
flight anyway. I'm not tired."
Sakura smiled honestly this time and whispered.
"Thank you."
*****************************
"I wonder what it's taking them so long." Tomoyo said with concern.
"Fujitaka looked so tired, he shouldn't have been driving. I would have
lend them my limo but I didn't think of it at the time. . ."
Eriol smiled at the girl sitting next to him warmly.
"Trust me, they are ok."
"Oh! You can know this things, can't you?" Eriol nodded. "Oh, thank god.
I'd die if anything happens to Sakura." She almost cries.
Eriol's smile widened.
"How's Tanaka-chan?" he asked innocently, but Tomoyo smiled in
recognition. She wasn't one to miss a hint.
"She's fine, thank you." From the corner of her eye she saw three figures
approaching and she bolted out of her seat. "Here they are! Sakura-chan!
Li-kun!" she waved, raising her voice as much as she could on that
hospital's hall.
Sakura practically ran to her and Tomoyo held her tightly.
"Everything is going to be ok, my dear Sakura. Don't worry." Eriol cooed.
Tomoyo nodded enthusiastically.
"He's right, you know? Eriol knows this stuff." She said with a wink.
Observant as she was, she couldn't miss the expression of shock on Li's
face.
TBC
A/N: I don't know if the lack of reviews for the last chapter had to do with the fact that ff.net was having a bit of an absence leave or because it sucked. Anyway. From now on, if ff.net starts acting up again, you can find any updates on my stories on my web site. You know, the one I mentioned on the last chapter no one read.
And so it continues!
CHAPTER 6
The impossible white angel was staring down at the restrained dark boy
with a mixture of pain, regret and love showing on his face. Completely
unaware of being watched, he kneeled down next to him and took one of his
hands on his.
He felt trapped between feelings he couldn't understand. His heart had
always belonged and always would, to one person only. One person that had
made it clear he didn't want him anymore, yes; but he couldn't stop loving
his master, he couldn't even conceive trying. Clow would always be his
master. It didn't matter how many others were to come; he was his creator
and the only one who would ever have a place in his heart.
But then why couldn't he stop staring at this young man? Why was he in his
every thought? It was probably all those years he'd spend alone. He craved
some company. But he couldn't betray Clow that way. And, even though he
could feel the pure love his false form had for the dark boy, he wouldn't
allow himself to experience that kind of happiness with anyone else, even
if it was through Yukito.
His heart throbbed. Touya had become either a vegetable or a screaming
maniac and somewhere inside of him, he knew it was his fault. Doctors came
and went, entering the room confident with their abilities and leaving
scratching their heads. They whispered schizophrenia and nervous breakdown
on everyone's backs, but Yue knew better. This wasn't physical madness.
Touya had given him part of his soul and he hadn't give anything in return
to fill that void. It hurt to know it, but there was nothing he could do.
A tear escaped his eye and he gasped. His tears were few, and only
reserved for his love. No ordinary human deserved his tears. And that was
what Touya Kinomoto was now. An ordinary human being.
Because of him.
The limp hand stirred slightly, and Yue lifted his gaze to meet those
blank eyes. He thought he saw a flicker of recognition in them, but it
died as quickly as it had appeared.
Yue begun absentmindedly rubbing the cold fingers and humming an old tune
Clow used to sing to him to cheer him up. Of course, coming out his throat
it sounded a lot sadder and he wondered if he had forgotten how to cheer
up at all. It didn't matter. There was no reason to smile now that his
master wasn't there to see it.
**********************
Touya craved the moments when the pain stopped, when he couldn't hear
anything but the oppressive silence of the darkness enveloping him. He was
tired. Whatever had made him decide to retreat into himself was long
forgotten, along with the knowledge of how to get out.
He'd tried.
Sometimes he could almost grasp reality again. He'd hear a voice, feel a
touch, and know that he was close. But then the pain and the mockery would
return and it was just too much for him to bare.
So, he stopped trying and waited.
Death didn't seem like such a bad option now. Outside the darkness there
was only emptiness awaiting for him, and in it there was only pain. He was
lost.
There were times when a bright and sharp, silver light would cut through
the abyss and a soft, even voice would reach him. He desperately tried to
follow it, but it was as if the light itself was hesitant to meet him and
it would disappear again.
It was so dark there that he couldn't even see his own body, and after a
while of having lost contact with everything, he begun forgetting he had
one. All until he felt moisture on where his hand should have been. It was
warm and painful, but that pain was born out of love, so it was
comforting.
That small sensation was so real, like anything he'd felt in months, that
he wanted to scream out of sheer joy. It didn't last, but he clung to the
memory of it with everything in him.
It had been all he'd needed to regain hope, and it had made the darkness
seem less oppressive. He thought he could hear a low humming, but unlike
everything he'd thought he'd heard, this he couldn't tell if it came from
outside or from inside him, so he just relaxed and enjoyed it while it
lasted.
****************
"Shaoran!" the twelve-year-old girl waved cheerfully to the young boy
waiting in the middle of the airport's hall.
Li had been worried sick about her when he hadn't shown. The sound of her
voice the other night was enough to tell him she was about to brake, but
seeing the false smile on her face now confirmed it. Sakura rarely worn
such a painful expression on her face.
Sakura and her father, who looked ten years older, approached him both
with a kind smile on their faces and a shadow over their eyes. Shaoran
wouldn't have expected anything less. For what he'd heard, Touya had
completely lost his mind in a matter of days. As much as he disliked the
annoying young man, he knew how much he meant to Sakura, hence, it hurt
him.
"How are you?" he said trying to convey the worry in his voice and make
the question sound casual.
Sakura sighed and her smile faltered.
"I'm a little tired, that's all. I didn't get much sleep last night."
"I know. You should get some rest though. So that you can be there for
your brother. You can't do that if you're worn out." Li avoided saying
that to her face. He didn't want to see the pain in her eyes when he
mentioned Touya. But he knew he should say it nonetheless. Sakura sighed
again.
"I know you're right. First we should go back to the hospital, right dad?"
Fujitaka nodded absentmindedly. "Eriol and Tomoyo-chan are meeting us
there. I know you had a long flight and you probably want to rest and eat
something, we can. . ."
Shaoran waved her off.
"I can eat something at the hospital. Besides, it's not that long of a
flight anyway. I'm not tired."
Sakura smiled honestly this time and whispered.
"Thank you."
*****************************
"I wonder what it's taking them so long." Tomoyo said with concern.
"Fujitaka looked so tired, he shouldn't have been driving. I would have
lend them my limo but I didn't think of it at the time. . ."
Eriol smiled at the girl sitting next to him warmly.
"Trust me, they are ok."
"Oh! You can know this things, can't you?" Eriol nodded. "Oh, thank god.
I'd die if anything happens to Sakura." She almost cries.
Eriol's smile widened.
"How's Tanaka-chan?" he asked innocently, but Tomoyo smiled in
recognition. She wasn't one to miss a hint.
"She's fine, thank you." From the corner of her eye she saw three figures
approaching and she bolted out of her seat. "Here they are! Sakura-chan!
Li-kun!" she waved, raising her voice as much as she could on that
hospital's hall.
Sakura practically ran to her and Tomoyo held her tightly.
"Everything is going to be ok, my dear Sakura. Don't worry." Eriol cooed.
Tomoyo nodded enthusiastically.
"He's right, you know? Eriol knows this stuff." She said with a wink.
Observant as she was, she couldn't miss the expression of shock on Li's
face.
TBC
