This one's short.

Perfect Creation

Chapter Three

Night has finally come. Clow can not remember a time when he is so glad to see the dark of the sky and the moon glowing magically. The time he has been waiting for has come. He cannot say that he can't believe it because evidently he can. He has seen the future and he has seen himself in the position he is currently in. He stands in the east direction in the middle of the large living room where a tall window presents the full moon. Clow is standing with his staff by his side. Keroberos is waiting patiently on his left side. For some reason he likes that side since that is where he positions himself whenever he is by his master's side.

Clow waits for the exact time for it to begin. Midnight is always the best choice, where the days shifts and is in the center of everything.

Tana does not want to bother her master's concentration. Thus, she is currently in her room, making plastic stars, stars from long thin straws. She does not know what they are called but she learned how to make them when she was little and a friend, who is gone now, taught her. She never forgot and whenever she has time she would make these stars, probably wishing that for every star she makes she will be able to be happier the next day and after. Tana doesn't ask much from the world. The life she has now suits her quite comfortably. All she wants now is to stay this way until she passes away to who knows where.

Only minutes now, Clow knows exactly when he should start his spell. Keroberos moves a little in anxiousness.

The night through those broad windows is enchanting. There is only a slight wind which one can tell by looking at the movements of the trees' leaves and branches. The dark looks pleasantly calm and steady. This is just the perfect night. It is sure to say that it is cool outside since it is autumn. Everything is gentle. Everything is perfect.

Seconds now.

Clow knows when he should start chanting his spell. Keroberos suddenly stands upright, straight and to his tallest height.

Clow starts his summoning. He extends his staff. His symbol of magic appears underfoot. Keroberos moves away, trying to not disturb his master.

The magic circle glows a bright golden light. In the center of the circle is of course a crescent moon with a blazing sun.

Clow diligently chants his spell in which he knows by heart. He recites it in a way that seems like there is no one else in the room but him. That he is the center of everything and apparently he is.

Keroberos watches with intensity, wondering if that was exactly how he was born. Probably was, but instead of facing the east, it was the west, and instead of the night it was done in broad daylight.

Five minutes passes. Clow slowly steps away from the center of his symbol, making space for his new creation to appear.

It seems like such a long time until wings start to form in the center of Clow's emblem like a floating cocoon. The beautiful white angel wings are enclosed together, hiding the contents inside.

Clow waits in patience. He watches as the wings slowly open. The feathers are glowing with bright silver light. And ever so slowly the form of Clow Reed's second creation is exposed.

Clow doesn't move and neither does Keroberos.

They watch as the being is presented to the world. At last, the wings are fully opened and Master Clow's creation is standing there before him.

Beautiful, long, silver hair that seems softer than clouds flowing down the being's back to the floor. Snow-like skin that seems pale but beautiful. Eyes are silver-gray like the moon. The body of the being is slender, thin, and picturesque. The being is fully clothed elegantly with an outfit that is beyond creating. It is mostly white with slight blue. The design and style is definitely exquisite. The being is beautiful, handsome, and a perfect reflection of the gorgeous moon and even more so. Perfect.

The new life sees his master and another companion. The moon guardian kneels, the beautiful visage hidden with its head tilted to the ground. "Master," the moon angel says in a rather pleasant alto voice.

Clow finally sees something as if he never saw it even though it is in front of him. The moon angel's voice is calm and smooth but it sounds so...not like what Clow expect it would. "What is your name?" Clow asks, not sounding amazed which is truthfully his current situation.

The moon guardian stands up and looks at Clow. "Yue," it says in the same rather handsome alto voice.

Clow examines his creation with his eyes, looking Yue up and down. His moon angel is perfect, but now as he realizes something, it is also imperfect.

One flaw, one hideous flaw. Why? Clow had always thought that the moon was a she, a beautiful goddess. And that the sun was a he, the most blazing god. He is wrong? How could he be wrong?

But standing before him is the proof that he is wrong. The most glorious angel is standing before him but he cannot say that he is not disappointed.