"Perhaps, Yukito would like to spar with Li?" Tomoyo inquired.
Yukito smiled at her and nodded to Syaoran.
"I would love to test my skills against him as I've heard that he is very skilled in combat."
Sakura got to her feet, a look of horror on her face.
"But Yukito! If he hits you-"
"I'll be fine Sakura," Yukito said forcefully. Syaoran quirked his eyebrow at their weird conversation. "What say you Li? Shall we have a friendly spar?"
"Why not? I'm always up to a challenge," he replied, standing up. Yukito grinned and started walking away from the group. Sakura paused fretfully at his side as everyone else, including Kero, followed.
"Olwa cradi jo temor!" [You cannot do this!] she cried, wringing her hands.
"Erwas cra de Erwas dro demis." [I can if I so wish.] he replied.
Syaoran looked on as they spoke, not understanding a thing that they were saying. It struck him how similar they were to himself. His family also had their own secret language, Wastrustion they called it, of the Dragon clan. The clan he belonged to.
'But what clan could Kinomoto belong to that has lost it's magic?' he thought, then was distracted by their argument.
"Touya krun dero ara! To grandi olwa terum krum be ni rento!" [Touya will kill me! The child you carry will be in danger!] she screamed, clutching his arm.
"Remos krun be deri. Erwas krun be deri." [He will be fine. I will be fine.] Yukito said, detaching her from his arm and stepping into the garden.
Sakura turned to Tomoyo, who was carrying her camcorder, with panic in her eyes.
"Jroden remis Tomoyo!" she shouted before fainting dead away. Syaoran caught her as she fell and looked up to find Tomoyo in a battle stance in front of Yukito, barring his way. Tears ran down her cheeks.
"Sorry Yukito," she sobbed yet held firm. "But I can not refuse her."
"If this causes so much pain, then I will not fight. But YOU, Daidoji, suggested the spar," Syaoran said, standing erect with Sakura cradled gently in his arms.
Tomoyo closed her eyes for a split second, regret and pain evident when she opened them again.
"I did not think that he would fight," she whispered then smiled ruefully. "I have forgotten how stubborn the men in my family are. It seems to be a requirement."
"In mine as well. I won't fight. Maybe when you are better from whatever it is that you are sick of," Syaoran said, nodding to Yukito.
Yukito laughed and stepped back from Tomoyo, who relaxed.
"That will take at least 10 more months, Li. Are you sure that you will wait?" he asked.
"Positive. Where's her room?" Syaoran replied, turning to Tomoyo.
She had thought that after Yukito backed down, everything was fine. And yet- he had asked to see her room. Sakura's room. The one place in the house that didn't allow any concealment. Only Cerberus was immune.
"I'll take her," she said and he narrowed his eyes.
"You can't possibly carry her," he replied.
"Then Yukito will."
"He's sick."
"We can manage!" Tomoyo yelled. She coughed and nodded to him. "Sakura won't appreciate you being in her room. It's very sacred to her..."
"Trun kerk karis odter noristeris mardi." [Just take her to another room.] Yukito ordered, still smiling. Tomoyo nodded and gestured for them to follow her. They climbed the stairs and Tomoyo turned left at the top when Sakura's room was to the right.
She turned right at the next hallway and stopped before a door with a glowing sword carved on the wood. She glanced at Syaoran as he put Sakura down on the blue covered bed. Thankfully, he didn't seem to notice the odd carving.
"Kero, stay with the Mistress," she ordered and waited for him to enter before closing the door behind him.
"Mistress?" Syaoran asked. She shrugged and headed back down the hallway.
"That's what she is. He's hers. His Mistress."
In the room...
Kero jumped on the bed and rested his head on Sakura's stomach, closing his eyes. He glowed a light pink before falling asleep, yet every sense alert for danger.
Yukito smiled at her and nodded to Syaoran.
"I would love to test my skills against him as I've heard that he is very skilled in combat."
Sakura got to her feet, a look of horror on her face.
"But Yukito! If he hits you-"
"I'll be fine Sakura," Yukito said forcefully. Syaoran quirked his eyebrow at their weird conversation. "What say you Li? Shall we have a friendly spar?"
"Why not? I'm always up to a challenge," he replied, standing up. Yukito grinned and started walking away from the group. Sakura paused fretfully at his side as everyone else, including Kero, followed.
"Olwa cradi jo temor!" [You cannot do this!] she cried, wringing her hands.
"Erwas cra de Erwas dro demis." [I can if I so wish.] he replied.
Syaoran looked on as they spoke, not understanding a thing that they were saying. It struck him how similar they were to himself. His family also had their own secret language, Wastrustion they called it, of the Dragon clan. The clan he belonged to.
'But what clan could Kinomoto belong to that has lost it's magic?' he thought, then was distracted by their argument.
"Touya krun dero ara! To grandi olwa terum krum be ni rento!" [Touya will kill me! The child you carry will be in danger!] she screamed, clutching his arm.
"Remos krun be deri. Erwas krun be deri." [He will be fine. I will be fine.] Yukito said, detaching her from his arm and stepping into the garden.
Sakura turned to Tomoyo, who was carrying her camcorder, with panic in her eyes.
"Jroden remis Tomoyo!" she shouted before fainting dead away. Syaoran caught her as she fell and looked up to find Tomoyo in a battle stance in front of Yukito, barring his way. Tears ran down her cheeks.
"Sorry Yukito," she sobbed yet held firm. "But I can not refuse her."
"If this causes so much pain, then I will not fight. But YOU, Daidoji, suggested the spar," Syaoran said, standing erect with Sakura cradled gently in his arms.
Tomoyo closed her eyes for a split second, regret and pain evident when she opened them again.
"I did not think that he would fight," she whispered then smiled ruefully. "I have forgotten how stubborn the men in my family are. It seems to be a requirement."
"In mine as well. I won't fight. Maybe when you are better from whatever it is that you are sick of," Syaoran said, nodding to Yukito.
Yukito laughed and stepped back from Tomoyo, who relaxed.
"That will take at least 10 more months, Li. Are you sure that you will wait?" he asked.
"Positive. Where's her room?" Syaoran replied, turning to Tomoyo.
She had thought that after Yukito backed down, everything was fine. And yet- he had asked to see her room. Sakura's room. The one place in the house that didn't allow any concealment. Only Cerberus was immune.
"I'll take her," she said and he narrowed his eyes.
"You can't possibly carry her," he replied.
"Then Yukito will."
"He's sick."
"We can manage!" Tomoyo yelled. She coughed and nodded to him. "Sakura won't appreciate you being in her room. It's very sacred to her..."
"Trun kerk karis odter noristeris mardi." [Just take her to another room.] Yukito ordered, still smiling. Tomoyo nodded and gestured for them to follow her. They climbed the stairs and Tomoyo turned left at the top when Sakura's room was to the right.
She turned right at the next hallway and stopped before a door with a glowing sword carved on the wood. She glanced at Syaoran as he put Sakura down on the blue covered bed. Thankfully, he didn't seem to notice the odd carving.
"Kero, stay with the Mistress," she ordered and waited for him to enter before closing the door behind him.
"Mistress?" Syaoran asked. She shrugged and headed back down the hallway.
"That's what she is. He's hers. His Mistress."
In the room...
Kero jumped on the bed and rested his head on Sakura's stomach, closing his eyes. He glowed a light pink before falling asleep, yet every sense alert for danger.