Title: My wish

Disclaimer: Any of the characters in this fan fiction do not belong to me. They belong to all-might CLAMP, worship worship.

Rating: PG-13 for now, rating might go up in later chapters.

Summary/spoilers: Yes, spoilers for Tsubasa but nothing major I think. An AU fic, Sakura has regained her memories and returned home, but is it a happy ever after? What if what happened to Sakura affected Touya more deeply than what he initially let on? Inspired by Tam Chronin's 'To those left behind'

Warning: Shounen-ai- YukixTouya, TouyaxFye X3

Other notes: Please read and review! Author works faster with comments. bows Thanks to everyone who has given me such wonderful reviews! HUGGLES I couldn't have gone on without you guys, thank you so much! I'm so sorry I left this story for so long... I ran into a huge writing block... and so this chapter is short... and sweet.

Chapter 6

Look at us now

How did we come to

Walk down a street

With such a dead end?

Maybe it was fate.

Destiny never had

Enamelled our hearts together.

It was lie.

Look at us now,

Nothing but strangers

Nothing but shadows

Passing by one another.

Let us pass the time

Together.

So when others turn

They'll see,

We were friends before

But-

Look at us now.

"Come in." Yukito muttered lamely stepping aside to let me through. Gosh, did a whirlwind pass through his room? Everything seems to be in the wrong place, things, which were neatly in place before, are in disarray throughout the room.

His eyes remain on the floor as I look around discreetly at the mess. Silence rests between us, like a wall that won't let either one of us through.

"What is it that you want to talk about?" Yuki seemed to have regained his courage as he looked up at me with blank eyes. The lights that reflected off them only served to make them appear more lifeless... deader. Like a ghost, a beautiful apparition that stared into your very soul.

If he only knew that he could rip me to pieces.

Would he do it?

The idea would've been ludicrous at one time. Yukito, my high priest and best friend- hurt me? The insinuation of such a thing would've caused me to laugh in hysterics. But lately... I was realizing how much Yuki had changed and how far apart we've grown.

That hurt.

I guess, it's something that happens to everyone, friendships drift apart... and yet my heart was in denial. It clung to Yuki's memory so fiercely.

It frightened me.

And yet, the decay of such a friendship angered me.

Just how, how did he manage to stir up so much in me? Don't look at me like that Yukito, don't look at me as if I've been the one who ripped you apart. I didn't do it. Had I?

Had the brush between Fye and me meant so much to you?

"Touya?"

His light voice jerks me from my train of thought, why had I come here? Oh right-

"Fye said you weren't well, that maybe you were in need of a holiday-" And as soon as those words left my mouth, I wish I had remained silent.

Of course, me being who I am... had this amazing ability to end with my foot in my mouth. And keep it there for an extensive period of time... literally, of course. "-Don't look at me like that."

"How am I supposed to look at you then?" His voice rose slightly, in anger, frustration... sadness.

"You look at me as if I were to banish you."

Or hurt you.

"Aren't you?" His boldness surprised me slightly, but then again, could anything about him cease to surprise me?

What am I doing?

"You're being silly, I've never hurt you."

That was a lie, and we both knew it.

Yuki turned away from me, looking towards the window, his clothes making a soft rustling sound.

Don't... turn from me in such a way, Yuki. But then, it had been my fault... this. Isn't it? "Yuki..." My voice softens as I speak his name, and my arm reaches out for his own slowly.

Yuki becomes stiff under the contact, however he has turned to look at me. That's a good sign. It almost makes me feel as if we were a year back... before the whole mess with the dimensions began...

"Touya..."

Before I can stop him, he has embraced me, and nothing but Yuki assaults my senses. His ivory skin, light scented hair... just him. So close, yet never so far. As if his soul was not there.

His body was... just his mind –no- his dreams, were so far away. Unreachable.

Yuki didn't see that however.

For him, his dreams were right here, underneath his embrace.

We were friends before

But-

Look at us now.

End of Chapter 6

Next chapter: Interlude