Butterfly Wings

By Pseudonym Sylphmuse

Author's Note: This is Nakuru/Ruby Moon's Point of View now, I hope you know. Minimum limit: At least four reviews.

Summary: You've already read it.

Chapter 3

A Walk to Remember: Part 1

I prayed, as did Nakuru that Yukito had not seen our innocent piece of paper (or rather devious but that was besides my thoughts at the time). But it was no more of a shock when Yukito had asked me if I would allow him to accompany me home. As it was I knew immediately it wasn't Yukito talking, for one his eyes were the same liquid brown it usually was, it was violet. And who had violet eyes, may I ask?

Only Yue would have such closed eyes of violet.

But why, did he ask me? Me, of whom had never seemed of much importance to him at least in the outward way. When I had moved here, I had seen him snatch glances at me, after judgment day. Of course he suspected me only Yue would be so suspicious as that as was Touya. It didn't help that his eyes switched from golden-brown to violet when he glanced at me.

Currently, I was not unnerved by it… yet. After all I had just escaped utter mortification if Yukito had seen my drawing. The drawing of him, of which was very well drawn if I may add. I'm being modest here, it was well drawn, well it was more but Nakuru just has to be modest at a time like this. Of all the things to be modest at, when Nakuru actually had a talent at drawing majestic wings. She seemed to pay the utmost detail to everything, from a blade of hair to the little wrinkles from a smile though it seemed that Yue didn't have any smile lines.

But that was about to change, it didn't matter. He was a challenge! A challenge of morbid silence and unnerving coolness, but that was all about to change. And I already had a due dateline, September 12th my birthday only about three weeks away. I slung my pack over my shoulders; feeling a bit amused since Yukito's eyes never left mine. He seemed even a little embarrassed because of what he had done. I wondered why he never saw Touya's eyes on us and Touya's grin.

One thing I had learned since a few months ago was that when Touya ever grinned it meant trouble, and usually big trouble. Especially for me, since the last time he had grinned it had been because finally he had hatched some devious plot against me. The ever innocent butterfly, that was only flitting about him and Yukito but he didn't understand, no he just had to mortify me. And in my own house too.

I could still remember that night. Touya had asked if he could come to my house (well in my opinion it's a mansion but Eriol likes to call it a house) and I so obligingly and nice had said he could. I never did learn how he found out about my weakness, but then probably Spinel had helped and hinted about it. My own brother (well sort of) had betrayed me and to an enemy too!

Touya oh so casually had opened up a bag of…. licorice. My growing enemy and weakness since I hated it so much. The taste was too bland and bitter for my taste and with the words that came out of his mouth, I practically wanted to melt (become a puddle and sink into the carpet).

"Ohayo, Akizuki-chan," he said, whilst showing rather sharp teeth for a human believed to me at that time.

"Ohayo," I said back, slowly stumbling back. I could smell the hot licorice, the acridly black smell of it, to my mind.

It didn't help that Sakura's brother's eyes were glinting. It was dark in the hallway too and then he said the words I had ever since dreaded, "Oh, Akizuki-chan my sister"—he paused at this putting all the pity he could muster into his voice I could tell but it didn't work—"has been making licorice. She's been working at it all day and was hoping you could taste it since you like sweets so much."

In my mind I had chanted, It's for Sakura and I will not back off, It's for Sakura and I will not back off. Oh I repeated these words all through my mind for many times mustering up the courage to slide my hand into the white, crisp bag. The words didn't help a bit.

I could see the steam rising out of the bag and almost feel the smooth licorice beneath my fingers. And Touya went right on smiling in that foxy-sly smile that Eriol sometimes had on when a plan of his (or theirs) was succeeding. With quite anticipation Touya opened the bag and I slid my hand into it. I felt the nastiest thing since frogs had been discovered, licorice.

It was just so conveniently then that I remembered a quote that Eriol had been telling me the whole day, 'Despair, in short, seeks its environment as surely as water finds it's own level.' It didn't fit as much since it seemed to have been a rather grave warning than a quote but it fitted me now. But for now my Despair was in the form of dark black licorice of whom I suspected to have been burnt more than once.

And I slipped it into my mouth. But I was spared the indignity of throwing up while Touya was around, he left quickly after that rather disappointed by my reaction or rather, my absence of reaction.

But I vomited in the bathroom of our house thereafter…. For hours on end.

After such an incident I never crossed Touya again. Deep in my thoughts as I was just then (which was rarely, it takes me a couple of decades before I have these memory flashbacks, I usually want to push them as far away as I can especially this one). I never heard the pounding footsteps of Eriol Hiirigaziwa; the most officious and standoffish guy I ever knew who constantly berates me for running through his spick and span halls today was to my surprise running. I staggered back a bit but not before he collided into me.

"Sorry, Nakuru!" he yelled, slowly picking up speed as he might as well have flown past me.

Then I noticed that I had fallen, eh in a rather embarrassing position on top of Yukito. His hands had made an attempt to catch me before I feel on top of him but ended up on my… eh, stomach when the two hands missed. I never knew Yukito could become so red in the face now did I ever know that my face could ever have such a rosy glow. I quickly deposited my body from his and there wasn't enough time to collect my wits since the next oncoming onslaught of an enemy of Eriol's (right then) came hurtling near.

That wasn't even half the surprise I got when I saw Ms. Tomoyo Daidouji (come hurtling towards us) a prim and proper girl of soon to come potential expected beauty. Was racing towards Eriol yelling obscenities that I never knew even or existed or was known my Tomoyo. She shook her fist at him as she came to an unsteady stop making an attempt to stop I could tell racing heart.

"Tomoyo, Eriol?" I quirked my eyebrows high in puzzlement.

"I'm sorry Nakuru but Eriol said something rather rude just then"—she caught my curious, gossiping look—"but I don't care to tell to you his comment right now."—I feigned a look of hurt and despair—"But I may tell you tomorrow when I come to your house."—I immediately cheered up.—"After I do this."—My questioning look.—"Don't worry he won't be hurt badly." Tomoyo broke into a startlingly Eriol-like smirk and did something most unexpected.

She took off her shoe.

I began to panic.

She held up the shoe, of which was rather pointy I suddenly noticed. Launched it up in the position of an about to throw very hard and hurt my master, and whoosh! Her shoe went pelting through the air in a high onslaught and landed with a clunk and a grunt upon its target. Eriol Hiirigaziwa the second most powerful magician in the entire world (Sakura was now first after her powers had fully developed) could not, absolutely not ever dodge a missile that was so expertly tossed.

I saw his body collapse on the pavement, and even from here the clunk was distinctively heard and rang out quite triumphantly through the street. IF anyone had cared to notice it but I knew my master would never, ever want anyone to see such a shameful occurrence. Especially when a young girl older than the half-reincarnation of Clow Reed could knock him unconscious so easily. (Even I was surprised.)

I wondered if Tomoyo had ever thought of going into football? Of course I didn't say that in front of her since our dear kind, compassionate Tomoyo looked ready to toss another lethal shoe at another victim. I preferred I wouldn't be near at hand when she picked another one, and especially not as if it were me.

Author's Note: So what did you think? Funny enough, I couldn't help but add that. Remember REVIEW!!!! OH yeah, and now I'll be start to answer reviewer's reviews starting on this chapter.

Ich Liebe Dich! - Thank you I never knew my stories could ever be Sugoi. Yes, I have had fun switching P.O.V.s it's so much easier than writing only one person stories.

Eevetta – Thank you, you see I wasn't quite sure how to spell Nakuru's name. I haven't read all the clamp mangas yet no matter how much I want to, don't have the money. I like your story about the android Eriol Hiirigaziwa (I hope I spelled his name right).

Water angel – You know you're right there really aren't much Nakuru fics and I'm going to change that soon since all my stories will mostly be devoted to Yue/Yukito, Nakuru/Ruby Moon, Tomoyo, and Eriol. I can't really go into the mind of either Sakura or Syaoran.

Jaid Skywalker – Thank you, I know you'd thick that such an attractive young woman as Nakaru and Yukito would have more pairings and stories dedicated to them but nada.

Nikki Miyawaza – Thank you, I never thought of my writing as gifted. But then Ruby Moon has to have a deep side eh since for one the moon was an object that philosophers were continually inspired about. And when there are philosophers there has to be a few deep thoughts, eh?

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