Ah, my very first CCS series. I adore that fact.
And I hope that you, the readers, enjoy it. A note; this is not a CCS fic. Not
directly, anyway. Well, I can't tell you what it is, exactly. You'll just have
to see for yourself.
A little note; I use the manga ending as the jumping off point for this series,
but it has the anime characters. And I own nothing. Zippo. Nada. Get the
picture? And this story is a shout out to one of my favourite new authors;
somnambulating. Go read her stuff. Right after mine. ^_^
Here goes!
The crunch of footsteps outside the gym echoed through the twilight; the figure was alone. There were no echoes behind him, merely the sound of the merriment from the green room.
The show was over.
Things weren't picture perfect, things didn't end
with a song of joy...And he wasn't on display anymore. He was glad for that. He
couldn't stand the eyes, the comments, the laughter...
Syaoron ran a hand through his hair as he walked out in the night. Things became
so different so fast.
Well, maybe not fast. Maybe they'd decayed over so long he hadn't noticed.
But he wasn't unhappy. That struck him the most. By any means, he should have been sobbing for what he had lost.
He hadn't lost though. He'd learned, he'd
gained....things died in the world.
The scent of the air stopped him right in his tracks, making his eyes sort over
the moonlit street. Cherry petals laying listless on the stone, the fence
outlining the way, white gleaming silver.
This was where....
I've finally finished the paperwork in Hong
Kong...to move here. From now on, I'll be able to stay in Tomoeda.
Really?
Yeah.
So...I don't have to settle for phonecalls or letters any more?
Not anymore.
"Then we'll be together forever..." He mused, leaning against the fence. A
rueful chuckle filled the night.
That was when he realized just how cold the night was. He headed back to the
gym; that makeshift auditorium. His coat'd be there. That was when he
started to hear the girls sing again lightly, in and out his ears, never really
there.
Maybe I'm the one not really there.
Ah, those three. Her support circle, so to speak.
Naoko; so wrapped up in her books usually, oblivious to Sakura's fear of the
undead, but so enthusiastic with her knowledge it was forgiven.
Chiharu; The strength of the three of them; always the first to put down
Yamazaki's fantasies; but the first to admit just how much she loved him.
And Rika; Perhaps the one Syaoron appreciated the most, and for good reason. The
soul of the three of them, quiet, demure...Never asking more than what she
needed. And she was content.
He wished he could be content.
"Many a thing you know you'd like to tell her, many a thing she aught to
understand."
"But how do you make her stay and listen to all you say?"
"How do you keep a wave upon the sand?"
"How do you solve a problem like..."
Kinomoto Sakura.
"How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?"
Syaoron stared up at the full moon and sighed,
smiling ruefully, but strongly. The show was over.
"You can't. You just....can't."
The footsteps faded out again. The door shut behind him with a click.
He'd never go through that door again.