Since there are so less Clow and Yue stories I think I'll try one. They really are one of my top favorite couples. It's so sad that I can't find one picture of them together, not even one. I feel like most people neglect them. So I want to write something to them. Please tell me what you think.
Perfect Creation
Chapter One
Master Clow Reed, the most powerful magician in his time, sits in his huge red chair in front of his desk. In his right hand is a quill pen and on the desk are numerous pieces of paper with much more than scribbles and drawings than they seem to be. Clow Reed now, resting his head on his chair, closes his eyes. Thinking is quite troublesome and hard when he wants something to come to him, especially when he wants everything to be perfect and right. He can't make a single mistake, or he won't let himself make a mistake. No, this was critical, or at least to him.
He has been thinking about this for quite some time. Heck, he dreamt about this for almost his whole life. Sometimes, mostly at night but sometimes in the daylight he would randomly have an idea or two about how or what would make this project of his special and perfect. Then he would run to his papers, no matter what he was doing at that time, he would run into his office. He couldn't wait because he was afraid that the moment he did the idea would run out of his head. That had happened a couple of times and Clow was frustrated. He wouldn't let it happen again.
So now, as Clow lay thinking, he looked towards the tall window, seeking inspiration from the moon as he often did. He likes to do this at night, possibly, because it is when he thinks the best. No one is there to bother him. He can work in peace and concentrate far better.
The night is warm and the light for the glorious moon is comforting. Clow asked himself: What would make her the most special thing anyone could ever dream? How can I make her perfect? What is missing? I have everything thought out to the littlest detail. What is it that I am missing? Hair? Beautiful, long, soft, and silver. Visage? Beautiful. Silky, white, skin. Handsome. Eyes? Like the moon, so light of a blue that it seems gray, silver. Height? Not too short, not too tall, simply not taller than me. Body? Picturesque, slender, and in every curve, every way perfect as I would like. Clothes? Something exquisite, not fancy, but certainly magical to show off that beautiful body. Wings? Like Keroberos, none other. Magnificent, pure angel wings. Manner? Behavior? Could I really control that? But in any case, she would have to be sweet, not too emotional, but...But what? What is it that I want her to be like? God, appearance is one thing, but manner is another. It has to match her beauty and grace. And of course she would be obedient. How else? What else?
Clow can not bring himself to find the right words for his creation-to-be. Even after all the years of planning what she would look like and changing it several times too, he still cannot come up with what kind of manner and behavior he would like her to be. He could as he had done with Keroberos let it be, but Keroberos turned out to be as hot and wild as the sun. Clow doesn't want to take any chances of ruining his perfect creation. But in another case, it is the moon, he is using as his center magic, so maybe it is best to let it be. Let it be so that she will reflect every magic, glory, and aspect of the moon just like how Keroberos's manner reflects his sun-born being now.
Maybe he will, Clow decides after much consideration. If he has no other idea, then he will. It doesn't seem likely that the great sorcerer will because of how obsessed he is on making her perfect that he can't think straight.
A full moon is to come next week. He wants to do it then, on a full moon. It is when the moon's magic is at its fullest and he believes it will be the best time to do it. It's either a week or another month. But he can't put it off any further. Keroberos is missing his counterpart. It's not much of a balance if there is the sun and the day but no moon and night.
With that somewhat settled, Clow Reed stands up from his huge red chair. He doesn't know why he likes it so much. He himself prefers his robes black, purple, and dark. Why he would like something so bright is beyond him and all other sorcerers. Maybe it is because he likes breaking some sort of rule that said that magicians and sorcerers are supposed to be dark and like dark. His tastes certainly is mysterious and unlike any other.
Master Clow walks slowly away from his desk in grace, ignoring the papers that are still scattered on his desk. They will not move and he still needs them later so he did not want to bother to arrange and then scatter them all over again tomorrow night.
Opening his office door, Clow steps out of the room and shuts the door behind him. He begins to walk to his chamber. It is more proper to call it a chamber than a room because the house is so elegant that certainly a more appropriate word for the dwellings would be a chamber. And in his case, the master chamber is where he sleeps at night and wakes up in the morning.
Walking through the dark and empty corridor doesn't seem to faze the young sorcerer at all. The only light provided is the light from the moon and the stars outside the wide windows. As ominous and terrifying the darkness may seem to another, it is not to this magician or for most magicians in that case. What is there to be afraid of? He is powerful. He need not worry about something as the darkness.
As Clow walks to his chamber, he crosses his sun creation's room. He peers inside through the opened door. He smiles his father-lovingly smile. Sometimes one could not tell what kind of smile he has on since his smiles are as mysterious as he is and he hides himself well. One could not tell if he is dangerous or safe even if that person knew him for a long time.
Keroberos lay on the huge cotton soft bed with his wings in a curl comfortably. The sun guardian seems to be making soft whizzing sounds, almost like snoring but not quite. He looks so at ease and peaceful, sleeping with his paws under his furry head.
Clow walks into the room and towards the bed. His soft smile is still there. He lifted the covers comfortably over the lion's body. Then he softly smoothes out the furs on the lion's resting head. The sun guardian is his creation as well as many to come. He plans to put his life into his work and all his magic. He will love all his creations, he is sure. As he thought this, he cannot help thinking back to his current creation at hand. He unconsciously made his smile look softer.
As Clow leaves the room, he proceeds to his own chamber. When he finally reaches it, he opens the door and walks in. The light instantly comes on. After removing some of his heavier garments, the tired Clow Reed slips in bed. Then with a wave, the light is gone.
Master Clow makes himself comfortable in his silky bed. Yes, he says in his mind as he thinks back to what he had been thinking about when he was stroking Keroberos. He will love his creations, and he hopes that they will love him back. But especially, he notes, the one who is to become his moon guardian.
I had a good time writing this first one. I believe that it's always so easy to start a story but so hard to finish it. I've started many but never finished them in writing. It's different for essays, it's hard to start it for me and it easy to end it. Anyway, I want to finish this one and the other one with Sora and Riku that I'm currently working on too. Thanks.
