Thanks for the four people who gave me reviews last chapter, so that now, I'm continuing the story. Hope that I'll get more support, then I will update faster. Oh, and by the end of the chapter, please tell me if you think that Yukito went out of character. I'd appreciate it.

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Reflection of the Moon

Eyes • Amber Eyes

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I was determined not the let the smile fade form my face, even though I could no longer feel myself anymore. I couldn't be moping forever; I must stand up for myself, for To-ya. It would hurt less this way, I suppose . . .

How I wanted to call him that, To-ya, and not the distant "Touya-san". And how I longed to look at him straight I the eye, honest and true. But . . . I wasn't human. No matter how frank I wanted to be with him, my whole being was just a total lie. It felt as if I was cheating him every time I talk to him, look at him, just being near him even. But either way, I was still lying.

What was I lying for? So that I wouldn't lose him? So that things would go back to the way they were. And then what? Even if so, I still couldn't be with him, and what was the point? I don't know. I don't know. I don't know . . .

"Tsukishiro-san," someone whispered and prodded me on the side. I looked up to see Akizuki-san grinning. She sat beside me now. "I have another idea to stop the rumors. If any one of you ahs a girlfriend or something, then won't the rumors break by themselves?"

I smiled and nodded in agreement. I knew she was right, but I felt like hitting her, or myself, all the same. "So what are you planning to do?" I asked politely.

"Well, I am thinking that since everyone knows that I like Touya-kun, you can help set me up with him. Maybe if you leave a not, saying were to meet for lunch, then I'll show up instead of you so that people will automatically draw up their own conclusions. It's simple really, besides, what evil will it do you? Count it as helping a friend too. You said that you don't like Touya-kun that way yourself."

"Sure. I don't mind at all," I smiled and lied through my teeth, "I'll write a note later."

She grinned satisfactorily, then turned back to listening to the lecture. I wrote for To-ya to meet me at the sakura tree, then twirled the pen in my hand nervously, restlessly. Something was wrong, and I wouldn't place it.

Just then, the pen slipped form my fingers and rolled under the table of the boy sitting to the left of me. "Excuse me, can you pass me my pen?" I whispered. He smirked, then kicked the pen away from me. Another person caught it, then kicked it away again, back and forth, back and forth, their muffled snickering filled my ears. I looked up frantically, and found, to my relief, that To-ya hadn't noticed a thing. They had kept it a safe range away from him.

I took out another pen and pretended nothing ever happened, though my heart leapt with each sound of the pen rolling across the floor. Finally, after what seemed like eternity, the lunch bell rang. I left the note on my desk and rushed my way out.

And there, at the doorway, by the trash can, lay my pen, broken into two.

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His eyes followed Yukito, observing his every little move, and even the saddened glance at trashcan didn't escape his eyes. Right after Yukito had left the room, Touya dashed to his desk and grabbed the note. He almost jumped up with joy at the sight of the message, thinking that Yukito was finally willing to talk things over with him. No matter it was good or bad news that Yukito prepared to share, at least he would not have to face that painfully strange smile anymore.

He sprinted to the sakura tree, but no one was there.

"Waiting for someone, Touya-kun?" he spun around at the sound of the smug voice behind him, and found Nakuru walking towards him. "What are you doing here? And where's Yuki?" he demanded harshly.

"Aww . . . don't be so fierce to me. I'm just an innocent messenger. Anyway, Tsukishiro-san, or Yue, wants me to tell you on his behalf that he was decided to reunite with Clow, and that he would like to keep a little distance between him and you, so as to not let master Clow get jealous. I'm sure you can understand his situation."

Touya stood there in shock. Yukito had chosen someone else over him, just as simple as that and all their years together were forgotten, thrown away like trash. And Yukito hadn't even bothered to tell this to him personally. Touya let out a bitter chuckle. He had been so confident that Yukito would never abandon him that he didn't even grasp the last chance to win Yukito back. Now everything was too late. He was a fool, wasn't he? How could he ever expect Yukito choose him, when all they had were a few feeble years, while he and Clow shared centuries of memories?

It was ridiculous. Ti was so ridiculous that Touya wanted to burst out laughing.

"Oh, and one more thing," Nakuru continued when she saw that her lies had sunk in, "Yue would like you to pretend that you have also forgotten about him, and is currently going out with me, so that Clow won't suspect all that much."

Without looking up, Touya nodded mutely, then turned to leave. Neither did he speak nor protest, when Nakuru ran up and clung onto his arm, chattering cheerfully away in the voice that he hated so much. Perhaps he couldn't hear anymore; perhaps he did not want to listen anymore.

Looking through the glass window of the building, Yukito observed this scene, this mime that played out before his eyes. His gaze still lingered on that spot, even long after they had left, arm in arm. Yukito clutched a this chest, finding it hard to breathe. Touya didn't even feel the slightest uncomfortable at Nakuru's intimate actions. It was supposed to work this way, and he told himself firmly that he should be satisfied and calm.

But it still hurt to see them go, the jealousy coursing though his veins. And he despised himself for that.

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Two empty weeks passed ever since that incident. Empty. Nothingness. I didn't even know how I made through school. The whole thing was vague, blurry, and hazy. To-ya and I hadn't exchanged a word, and we avoided each other like plague. I would not blame him for ignoring me. I had hurt him too much.

The rumors seemed to be a bit less talked about, though I thought I remembered my locker being broken into a few times, and more than once had people called me names in the hallways. But the details were long forgotten.

Nakuru now spent every possible movement stuck to To-ya, and To-ya did not push her away anymore. All my mind was filled with each and every bit of their movement, speech, expression . . . I didn't want to recall these, I honestly didn't, but they were burned into my mind, tormenting me with their vividness and clarity.

I was tired. Both mentally and physically. Nothing in the world seemed to be of interest anymore. I wanted to sleep, to ignore everything, and maybe that was why I kept feeling drowsy these days. And I was always hungry, but I found no appetite to eat. Perhaps I was ill, in my heart. No matter, it was not as if anyone cared.

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My powers were diminishing, and fast. The new master does not have enough magic to support me. I tried supplementing my energy through human food, but Yukito simply refused to eat, all because of Touya. It was silly of them, really, that they both chose to hide things in their heart rather than speaking it out loud. Although I still did not know what was Touya's problem, but I was sure things weren't as simple as Yukito not wanting to hurt Touya.

Speaking of Touya, he could probably supple me with the powers I need to go no surviving and sustaining Yukito. If it went on like this, I was afraid that I would not be able to last more than two months.

Suddenly, the water below me surged upwards and formed the body of Yukito. He opened his eyes. I had no idea how he could come into my "world", and also, the times were totally random. This time his appearance made me a little relieved. I hoped that he would listen to me and try to convince Touya of giving his powers to me, no, us.

"Why am I here again?" he asked tiredly, his voice impassive.

"I have no explanation for that, but there is something very urgent that you need to know about." He simply nodded his dead in acknowledgement, so I continued, "As you know, I am a magical creature, so I need magic to sustain my life. Right now, the new master, Sakura, does not have enough power to supply me with the magic I need, so my powers are weakening. If this goes on, then both of us will disappear."

He inclined his head towards me and stared at me with those empty amber eyes that used to be filled with too much life. "And?"

I sighed. "In order to prevent this, I need someone to supply me powers soon. The only person whom I can think of with the enough magic is Touya. It would be better if you tell this to him and ask if he is willing to give all his powers. Perhaps I just need a portion of it. He doesn't necessarily have to give all of it."

His eyes flickered as I talked, and by the time I finished, his light brown orbs were flaring, with something I supposed was anger.

"I won't do that," he said with his voice low, bordering on dangerous.

"But then no only me, but you will disappear as well. Don't you care?"

He smiled. "Nobody else cares, so why should I? To-ya is gone, and there is nothing for me anymore. Besides," he said sharply, " I would ever take anything away from To-ya, let alone something that is so important to him. If I don this, then all the pain that I caused him and myself while trying to tear away form him would all be for nothing. And he cannot know that I'm not human. I don't want his eyes to turn on me with disgust.

"Do you think that he really cares if you are human or not? He became friend with you because of our personality, and that hasn't changed. And are you satisfied to just be gone like this? Your life has just started."

"My life. WHAT IS MY LIFE?!" He burst out, "It's nothing but your disguise. You are only saying this because you don't want to disappear yourself, and I don't give a crap to that. I DON'T CARE! I DON'T CARE! All I want is To-ya to be safe and unharmed, DON'T EVEN TAKE THIS AWAY FROM ME!" tears spilled from his eyes as he yelled, and I was taken aback. But just like how fast it came, it was gone, and he crumpled down, shriveled up into a ball, shaking and sobbing.

I reached out to touch him, but my hand was beaten back forcefully.

"Don't touch me! Don't ever talk to me about this again, Yue, because you can never understand what I feel. All you care about is yourself and that Clow. Did you ever give a shit as to know I might feel about this, and how To-ya would be without his magic? You didn't, did you? You are nothing but a selfish bastard!" he spat out heatedly. I clenched my fists by my side.

"Now I'm telling you, Yue, that I would rather disappear than having to-ya to suffer. And so what if I disappear? There's nothing in the world left for me now. Can you see the life I'm living? Is there any difference from being dead? I will never do what you just asked me to, so don't ever mention it to me again."

With that, water surged up and swallowed him whole, dissolving him in it, then with a smooth splash, the water went back to as if nothing ever happened.

I smiled wistfully. Perhaps I had been a little too selfish, but wasn't you too, Yukito? If you only would look more carefully . . .

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