Butterfly Wings

By Pseudonym Sylphmuse

Author's Note: Maybe a series fic if there'll be enough reviews. But for now it'll be a one-shot that is until I'm struck in the ribs by my Sylphmuse of whom has been fidgety lately. I know Ruby Moon is supposed to be an it but she won't be in this story, she's a she. She looks too much like a girl for me to be a he.

Summary: Yue is slowly fascinating Ruby Moon and she does not know why. But later she'll be in for a surprise when out of the blue Yukito begins to accompany her, Nakuru (Ruby Moon) through Tomoeda.

Chapter I

Thoughts on a White-winged Moon

You could say he intrigued me really. He was my counterpart down to the last measure in both forms, either in Nakuru or Ruby Moon. I had always wondered why exactly I was named Ruby Moon; maybe possibly I resembled the slightly rose hue of the moon in autumn in some parts of the country? I honestly do not know, my master always tease me about it and I can always feel that he knows why and just isn't willing to tell. That is his way and I know he will tell me sometime in the far future, in perhaps a few hundred years. After all a sorcerer has an extended lifetime, as does his creations.

He always seemed so cold, and from what I have learned from my master, the half-reincarnation of Clow Reed was that Clow Reed had never planned this. In the beginning he had not planned on two contrasting guardians, he had wanted them to have equal levels of personality (well as equal as they could ever have been). But in the end their dominant magic won out, and the two resembled what they were to be symbolized as, one moon the other sun. But Clow Reed was still obstinate even after that failure that his creation's nature would not be thwarted by their symbol and magic, even though Spinel and I were another of his failures (well partly since our creator was Clow Reed's half not whole). In the end Nakuru and Ruby Moon, were the same person with different names and outlook but still within the realms of the Autumn-Moon. My personality resembled the Autumn-moon very much so, a time of festivity it is as I am.

I still remember the quote that Spinel had said to me yesterday. He had said, "Ruby Moon or Nakaru which ever one of you are truly named well with Autumn Moon. With festivity in the air whenever either are around they are their own carnivals always to be found. They laugh and play, a hardly subtle scheme but when they are grave you'd better watch out for some plot will be awakening in their active minds. And here to say Touya better'd stay away for they have turned matchmaker and will couple him; also Yukito of whom has been pledged to bachelor hood. Both better'd pray that they will never to come to 'visit' as they say but in reality to couple with other innocent victims of her intrigue."

But of course he paid the next day when I forced him to write the whole thing down by memory, type it, and then print. Handouts would be for sale in the carnival soon to come. And the whole day Spinel sulked and never opened his mouth because he still feared to 'help' inspire me with new ideas.

When I'm in class I am in the far corner opposite of Yukito. I wonder if Yue knows that the people we are in our vessels are the people we choose to be. We are the ones who create our vessel's personality and put in them a part of us. Nakuru was already drawn to him when she first met Yukito no matter how much she teased and chases Touya. But she's still too shy to actually acknowledge these feelings to him. At first Yukito had seemed such a trivial person and well deserved in my opinion of a perfect suitor for Nakuru. He would be a soothing effect for her and would help withdraw the deeper side of Nakuru.

Nakuru are in a way one but of two different lives and with our different standings we have different minds also. We share the same body but we are two separate people. Two halves in a disoriented way. We are each other's reflection.

That was why I also become increasingly intrigued by Yue and Yukito. They are such opposites one gentle, considerate, and kind and the other cold, emotionless. Yue is the very image of the moon when looked down upon by other mortals, cold, distant, fascinating, and beautiful. Ever since I met him I have started to look into calendars and observe the cycling of the moon. September 12th the day after the Autumn festival in Hong Kong had somehow been caught in my mind these days. It was the day I had been created but also in some myths the day that the moon is in its softest mode, and seemingly nearest to the people down on earth.

It is strange that I, Ruby Moon would be born on this day when the moon waxes gentlest. Different from the proud upheld self sometimes shown in the sky. I idly toy with such a thought, that Yue would ever be warm. He scarcely showed such emotion to even Sakura, half the time. It is only on rare occasions such as on Sakura's birthday or maybe Tomoyo's besides that, I think he dislikes Syaoran. Even near Eriol, my master and the half-reincarnation of Clow he still does not show so much as a smile except a brief nod.

But I have seen him conversing deeply with Kinomoto-san, Sakura's father and that is when he is most animated. He gestures wildly actually and accents pictures in the air. I do not know why but maybe he is discussing the history and various arts of the world. He seems to like that but I am most interested in the dances, song, and gowns of the women. That reminds me I will have to tell Eriol to prepare a Mongolian gown for me, similar to the one that the young girls wear on festivities. I will have to study the way they dance too since I have volunteered to be in the presentation of different world cultures.

And I will be the Star. I sigh now since at times it is confusing now that Nakuru and I, Ruby Moon share the same thoughts we interrupt each other. We are merging into one now, surely but slowly.

That triggers a comment Eriol had said to me when he had been sewing one of my ripped dresses back. He had murmured in that all-knowing tone of his (that I usually am annoyed at), "Nakuru, you are suppose to be a young lady, a young lady that should know and have at least some skill at sewing and embroidering. After all even Yue seemed to like it back then."

Such a proposition was manually forced upon me. Even though it did do me some good, since now I'm a champion sewer with a graduate degree (bestowed to me by Eriol) for embroidery. But even I am not a master like Eriol is or as he told me the next day at my lessons Yue is.

"Yue could sew and embroider one of the most lovely things, even though he rarely shows it to anyone. It was only on my one-hundredth birthday that he was willing to show one of his projects that he does. I will show it to you when you have learned enough to truly care about true talent." And so after a few months on my part he showed me.

And it was beautiful. It was of the moon; a waxing crescent hung in the sky next to a filmy green tree that had I think a fairy on it. And the fairy sat right in the middle of the air with silver-gold hair flowing around her pale face; she had tipped ears too. She wore a light violet filmy dress and in her hands was a beautiful bow. Made of ivory it seemed a pure white. But her face was what had caught my attention, a gentle fierce face filled with a warrior's skill and determination I had thought. And how long it had taken to make this I did not know. Sewn upon silvery, smooth velvet. The threads that had made such a picture had been tightly woven together, almost with the same stubborn fierceness that was the look in the elfin maiden's face.

It seemed that Yue our White-winged guardian could just be as obstinate as his creator Clow Reed could. By the descriptions that Eriol still remembered and told me, Yue had locked himself for three to four months at times to complete his little projects that did not seem so little anymore. Even from all the embroidery my master had done (it had taken some convincing from my part) it was not up to the standards of Yue. I willingly admit that I will never come up to such standards, with pride too that I had ever viewed a work done by a master.

So strange it is that Yue a cold person would like to do embroidery. But then he was a person filled with surprises if he would only show such surprises. Too emotionless he was.

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