Thanks for all the reviews I received last chapter!!!! I was really surprised by the number of reviews! So don't worry, I won't end the story, in fact, there's still half of the story left. I will be updating weekly, and I hope that's fast enough. I can't go any faster. This is the start of a new part, and Amethyst Mirrors actually refers to Yue's eyes, in correspondence to Amber Eyes of the last chapter. So expect lots of Yue's feelings. He'll be a part of the story from now on.

Special note to Korosu: thanks for your suggestions and information about the Japanese schools, but the point of my story is to enlarge the prejudice of people on the subject of the homosexuality, and the role of the school is just to represent that. I am indeed very happy to hear that at least Japan does not have so many problems with homosexuality. Guess there are still some people in the world that has some sense.

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Reflection of the Moon

Mirrors • Amethyst Mirrors

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When he was alive, I never thought that he would die, but I was wrong. When he was dead, I never thought that he would be alive again, and yet, I was wrong again.

I still remember, as clear as day, the exact events that took place on the day he died, but I could no longer be sure if this memory was what I really saw or was what he wanted me to see. I thought that I understood him, as my creator, my master, my friend, and the one I loved, but I guess I never really did. I didn't think that anyone could totally understand him, and yet, he could see through each and every person in the world, their pasts and futures, and ultimately, how they feel.

Perhaps that was why he never saw people as people. Whenever I looked into his eyes, now or then, all I saw was how he was going to carry out his big plan, and how each person could be used to perform a certain role in it. He is not evil, not at all, but just that type of people who chose to preserve the overall plan rather than the right and feelings of individuals.

I did not doubt that he cared for Keroberos and I, but when it was time for him to reincarnate, when he knew he had to let go of the Clow cards and pass them on to Sakura, he did not hesitate to lock us in the book.

He first shattered my heart when he died and left me, and then he broke it once more when I knew he never had to leave.

Sometimes I wonder if I was but a pawn to him. Sometimes I wonder, what was the reason I was created, or was there no reason for my existence at all. Sometimes I wonder if I really was an extra, or a mistake to the world. And sometimes I wonder if I could ever love, or be loved again . . .

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I opened my eyes even before the alarm clock went off. It was rare these days that I didn't feel tired, but I guess it had to do with what happened yesterday. To-ya . . . he said that he loved me, and the kiss . . .

I could feel my cheeks burning as I thought of that, and memories of To-ya's warmth, feel and scent all flooded back to me. It really felt as if there were butterflies in my stomach, and I became light-headed, as if from a drink, not that I had any before.

There still was archery practice this morning, though I didn't think I would be avoiding To-ya anymore. But I had yet to decide if I wanted to tell him about Yue, not that I was afraid he would reject me (though I was a bit worried), but that if he would be all right if he were to give all his magic to me. He wouldn't see his mother anymore.

Perhaps I could ask him a little, beat around the bush, to see how he felt about his magic toady, maybe during lunch.

The walk to school didn't seem that long today, and I greeted them good morning once I arrived at the archery club. But as usual, no one responded. I though that I had made some improvements yesterday, when two girls smiled in return, but I guess I hadn't after all. I smiled somewhat bitterly to myself. It wasn't as if I was not used to this . . .

"Hey, look at that Tsukishiro today," someone suddenly sneered, "he's all cheerful and bouncy. What, got laid yesterday?"

Another person snickered, "Yeah, from the looks of it, they should have gotten themselves a room after what happened in the picture."

My eyes widened and my heart skipped a beat. What picture?

"Tsukishiro-san," the captain called and walked over, "I've once said that if you get into any more trouble, you will be expelled form the archery club. I'm surprised that you even came today."

"W . . . what do you mean? I didn't do anything! I ----"I stopped abruptly, as realization dawned on me.

"I'm sorry, Tsukishiro-san, but I have to let you quit the archery club. Go see the bulletin board if you still don't know why."

I rushed out of the club without another word. The air burned my lungs as I ran till the end of the hallway, to where the board was. And there, pinned right in the middle of it, was a picture of To-ya kissing and me. It wasn't generated by computer. The background was the gym's changing room. The picture was there. There. There.

No! Digging my fingernails into the paper, I ripped it off, the tearing of paper echoed throughout the empty hallway. But it wasn't enough. They were posted all along the walls, and some even on the classroom doors.

No, this couldn't be happening! I tore away every picture that was within my sight, with a vigor that was bordering on madness. I lunged through the endless hallways, up and down the stairs, but they were everywhere, all of them like a force trying to push me until I fall down a cliff, until all of my blood drained away and all my bones crushed to bits and pieces. They were everywhere, endlessly laughing, shouting and mocking at me.

I crumpled onto the ground as all of my strength left me, leaving me only with a body that was gasping for air like a fish out of water. I didn't belong here. Not here, not anywhere, and not even with To-ya.

No one accepted me, not even because I was not human. It was just because I loved To-ya . . . Couldn't I even love anymore . . .?

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I sat up suddenly from the bed and found myself soaked in sweat and panting heavily. A huge uneasiness shadowed my heart, so pressurizing that as if the world had crashed down on me. Without opening my eyes, I quickly did a check-up on my surroundings. I always kept mental tabs in the back of my mind of those whom I cared about.

Sakura was in her room sound asleep, and the presence of that stuffed toy was beside her. Father was downstairs making breakfast, Yuki was at school, though what he was doing I could not sense. Mother wasn't here today, and all the spiritual energies were in order, so what was making me so restless, if not something that agitated my sixth sense?

Never mind, I had to check on Yuki fist. He was still a bit unstable to be on his own. I should have let him gone to school by himself. Quickly pulling on my uniform, I rushed out of the house and sped to school using my motorcycle.

A few people were roaming around the school, but classes were yet to start. Yuki's aura was clearer, but it was flashing, almost bordering on disappearing. Throwing my motorcycle on the ground without even bothering to lock it up, I burst into the school building, and there, lying on the staircase, was Yuki. And people were just stepping over him without a second glace, as if he never existed.

With an enraged cry, I pushed through the students and cradled Yuki's frail form in my arms. "Yuki, wake up, it's me," I half-shouted as I shook his shoulders. Just then, I noticed torn pieces of paper all around him and clutched tightly in his hands. Putting together a few pieces, I made out the picture. It was of Yuki and I kissing yesterday. I lifted my head. The pictures were almost all over the walls. This was why Yuki didn't dare to get near me, wasn't it?! And I didn't even notice his pain. . .

Suddenly, someone kicked way the pieces of picture I had put together. It was a girl whom I had refused some time ago. She looked sideways at me, then in a voice filled with disdain, said, "I can't believe I fell for a fag once before. Now pick up your little lover and stop blocking the staircase."

Standing up slowly with Yuki in my arms, I glared at her and growled, "You can say anything about me you want, but don't' every say things about Yuki. If I catch you doing it again, then I won't give a damn about the consequences for the things I will do, you get me?" But I didn't even know what I was saying. All I noticed was how light Yuki was in my arms, as light as paper.

She shrank back a little, but still tried to sound brave and shouted, "Who do you thin k you are, Kinomoto? My father's the principle, and you can get expelled in seconds if you dare to try anything." With that, she turned and ran away.

Was this what Yuki had to deal with, alone, before this? How could I have missed it? How could I have believed that he was going back to Clow? And how could I have also ignored him, while allowing Akizuki to cling onto me? How could I?! How could I . . .

I tightened my hold on his fragile form and pressed my forehead to his. "Yuki, wake up, please, let me apologize to you. I'm sorry for everything I've done," I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt them stinging, then pleaded and whispered, "please, wake up, Yuki. Come back to me. I'm sorry . . ."

Splash. A droplet of tear fell onto his glasses, then another, onto his cheeks.

I didn't see, but rather, felt, as a tear rolled out form the corner of his closed eyes.

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I sifted my hand through is light and silky strands of hair as I watched him sleep. I had ended up carrying him to the medical room and now he lay on the bed, still unconscious. It might be cause by lack of magical support.

I still remember the first time I saw him, and light was pouring out of him, and he was too brilliant to even look at. Now, there was but a thin sheen of light wavering on and off. Even a normal person' s aura was stronger than this. Normal person . . . I guess it was finally my turn to be a normal person. The prospect of living without magic was unthinkable, frightening almost. I wouldn't be able to protect Sakura in time, anymore, I wouldn't wake up knowing that everyone was fine, I wouldn't see my mother, nor help any spirits anymore. I never realized how much I depended on my magic until now, but one look at Yuki and everything else just seemed nonexistent.

I would lose the world rather than losing Yuki.

But he just wasn't letting me help him! Was it because of everything that happened in school? But how did our picture get taken? I didn't sense anyone beside us at that time . . . Akizuki!

A new sense of hatred flared in my heart, and I bolted from my seat and to the classroom, where I found her and pulled her with me until no one was within my hearing and seeing range.

"What do you want, Touya-kun?" she smiled, annoying, up at me.

"Did you, or did you not take that picture? And was it you who spread the rumors in the first place?" I spat out.

He smile turned sinister, and she narrowed her eyes, "Well, looks like you got it all figured out. Yes, it is me, and what I told you before, about Yue and Clow, it is all lies. But don't put all the blame on me, you yourselves are part of the cause too. If you two weren't so popular in school, then no one would have cared whether you are gay or not. Also, if you had the enough faith in Yukito, then you wouldn't have believed me. You were only making up excuses to not confront him, afraid that you would get rejected. It was all because of your cowardice."

I gritted my teeth, because I knew what she said was true. "But why are you hurting Yuki? He was done you no harm."

She laughed. "Oh, it's simple. All I want is your magic, and if Yukito doesn't disappear, then I can never get it. But it's too late for you to know this now, because everything is out of my control from now on. With so much proof, the school will carry on with the rumors even if I don't prompt it anymore. As for the mind of Yukito, you should know it clearer than me. He cares so much for you that he has long forgotten about himself. Do you think he'll accept your magic even if you wrap it up and present it to him? There's' no stopping now, and I'll enjoy this show very much." And she turned to leave.

"I won't give you my magic even if it's the last thing I do! "My whole body was shaking with rage, and I clenched my fists, suppressing the urge to just charge to her.

"There's not much difference if Yue disappears. Mast will be very happy." She said with a giggle and skipped away.

I sank a hard punch into the wall, then sank to the ground in desperation, I could even protect one I love . . .

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