(Just so you know, since Eriol and co. have came from London they pretty much speak in English when alone like this since I'm too lazy to try and remember what the respective terms they used for each character they ever came in contact with.)

Chapter Two

"Suppy, do you think Eriol will let me see Sakura or Touya?" Nakuru asked, clasping…er it's…hands together near her face, her eyes hopeful and staring up at the ceiling rather then the black cat curled up on the window seat giving her a look of utter most uncaring.

"It's Eriol's decision, not mine." He said, closing his eyes and curling back into a ball, "I'd appreciate it if you would let me catch up on my sleep now, Ruby Moon."

The creation of Hiiragizawa frowned and tweaked one of Spinel's wings stubbornly, "I told you to call me Nakuru in this form Na-ku-ru!"

Spinel opened an eye, glaring sleepily at the moon guardian as it tugged on his wings once more.

"Nakuru…" he grumbled.

"Yay you said it!" it cheered releasing his wings and spinning in a circle while throwing their arms out over their head.

The cat blank lazily up at the creature before tucking his head back down, curing his tail tightly around him. At that moment his ears twitched to the sound of the front door opening and the soft footsteps of the master whispering over the wood and muffled further by any rugs that may have passed underfoot shortly after the door was shut once more. Fortunately he was not the only one that noticed and the twirling Nakuru was dashing out of the library to greet the master before he could reach the doorway.

"Welcome home, Eriol!" it sang and Spinel could hear Eriol's soft evening greeting before returning to the library with the ever-happy Nakuru clinging to his arm.

"Welcome home." Spinel mumbled, stretching out across the cushion and fluttering into the air.

"No need to get up, Spinel, I know how late you were up last night since we returned home." Eriol said smiling gently at the cat.

"Ah, but that is only because of Clow's library." Spinel said, pleased to see Nakuru's look of disappointment that none of the conversation turned to it.

Eriol looked to Nakuru, it nodded, releasing his arm and moving away, sinking onto the window seat and Spinel settled into it's lap, not daring to get too comfortable and filled with alert that the girlish creature could be on it's feet again at any moment. The half reincarnation sat in the high backed chair, closing his eyes as he softly sighed, as if preparing for what was to come in the next five seconds.

"So, how was the festival?" Nakuru asked quickly.

He smiled. Precisely what he had predicted…

"Syaoran Li was able to do what I came here to see, just as she thought." He smiled, "Wonderfully observant, that Miss Daidouji."

"How is Miss Tomoyo, then?" Spinel asked, remembering the elegant handwriting that covered the letters he found Eriol reading more often then the simplistic characters of Kinomoto's writing.

"She hasn't changed a bit." He smiled, "I helped Miss Daidouji receive a better shot of the final moments between Miss Sakura and Li. Hasn't abandoned her camera yet, Spinel."

"I didn't think she would. I saw how she held it back when you were helping Miss Kinomoto, aside from the Card Mistress I thought she could love nothing other then the camera."

Hiiragizawa chuckled softly and leaned his head back into the chair, looking to the ceiling with half open eyes, azure eyes staring out and into nothing through the ever-present windows that were his glasses. He could remember the night Tomoyo was put to sleep along with the rest of Tomoeda, he had felt a twinge of guilt at the time…but he also knew that Sakura would pull off a victory and she would be fine so then he thought no more of it. But now…

Has it really been long enough to give me the right to believe she would have changed? Changed so that I wouldn't be in danger of believing I could ever…that she could ever…

Eriol laughed at himself softly.

That is a fool's dream. I tried and failed; Kaho was my teacher in that.

Nakuru looked down at Spinel in their lap and he stared right back up. It didn't take their magic to tell that their creator was renaissancing over the beautiful teacher that had a habit of being attracted to younger men…way younger. They left the window seat and Nakuru replaced herself onto the armrest of Eriol/Clow's chair, wrapping her arms affectionately around the teen. He jolted a bit as if being stirred from sleep and his brief expression of surprise melted to a gentle and thankful smiles. Spinel curled up in his lap, staring up at his master with a look of uttermost respect and a failed attempt at hiding his worry for the well being of his master.

"Thank you, Ruby Moon…Spinel Sun…" Eriol said, stroking the silky fur of the black cat, carefully running a finger over the fragile wings.

Nakuru snuggled their head against Eriol's neck and closed their eyes, smiling and sighing softly as he stroked their arm with his free hand. They whispered something to him but he didn't hear it, Hiiragizawa's eyes were wondering to the desk where his key lain on a stack of books, the gold glimmering in the light of the small table lamp.

Can a normal person…ever love a magician…would I dare to even try?

Ha! I fixed it!