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Chapter 6: Feathers in the Wind

disclaimer: I do not own Tsubasa. Cardcaptor Sakura. Magic Knight Rayearth. and xxxHolic.

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"DAMNIT!" Kurogane yelled, loudly. His angry roar echoed through out the small English town.

"Ahaha! Kuro-ro is mad!" Fye teased, while dodging an intended death blow from the ninja. "Hm? Kuro-ku could have killed me with that!" The magician exclaimed, trying to look hurt.

"That was the point!" The pissed off ninja hissed, attempting to take out his rage on the magician that just. couldn't. stay. still!

"How annoying." Yue murmured cynically, looking off into the distance as if something more interesting was happening there.

"And you----!" Kurogane added, hearing Yue. "Shut it with your sarcastic remarks!"

Yue smirked, and a small, cruel, laugh escaped from his lips. "Apparently, you are forgetting who's world you are in now." He said in mock-annoyance. What had he done to deserve this sort of punishment? It was true that C---no, Eriol, could be a bit...twisted at times, but this was something completely different. He, Yue Reed, had been reduced to babysitting.

Syaoran, on the other hand, was oblivious to the chaos going on around him. Sure, he had grown used to this but...he was too upset to pay attention. How? How could they have forgotten Mokona? Of all things...why did they forget the only one that could sense Sakura's feathers?

"Hey, cheer up kid." Keroberos said encouragingly, nudging Syaoran with its miniature paw. Keroberos had shrunk to a much smaller size, to 'save strength for later' as he had said. The stuffed animal version of Keroberos laughed a bit. "I can't believe you guys are actually dependant on Mokona." He chuckled.

"Keroberos-san, Yue-san, can't you go back to Eriol-san and bring Mokona back?" Syaoran asked.

The two guardians exchanged quick glances. Keroberos looked away, coughing a bit.

"Child from another world, we can't return to Eriol-sama unless he summons us." Yue replied in his usual, freakishly calm voice.

"In other words, we can't...and don't know the way back to Eriol-sama. Eriol-sama's magic should allow you to understand each other for the most part." Keroberos added.

"Great, our guides don't even know the way home.." Kurogane murmured.

"And you do?" Keroberos added slyly to Kurogane.

(random thoughts that ran through their minds at the moment)

I hate you.. Kurogane thought bitterly, glaring at the cat.

Keroberos simply smiled at the ninja.

"Go away." Said the ninja, looking away.

"Hah!" Keroberos laughed triumphantly. A strong wind blew, and a large branch ended up hitting Keroberos. In his miniature form, the branch managed to send the sun guardian to the ground. Kurogane didn't laugh, knowing that it would be much better if he were to only smirk at the grounded stuffed animal.

"Hm...I think a storm is coming." Fye said casually, before slipping into a fighting stance of his own.

Syaoran stood up tall, and was cautious to watch both sides. This wind...something was different.

"Yue?" Keroberos asked.

"Yes, there is no doubt...This is, the Windy." The judge said calmly.

As if Yue's words had summoned it, the wind grew stronger, and stronger, until the figure of a woman was seen in the winds. Several black feathers were blown about in the wind, as well as bits of dirt and debris.

"Yue, can't you do something about Windy?" Keroberos asked, flying towards Yue.

Yue shook his head no, watching the storm grimly. "A second power...is interfering with my own." Yue admitted weakly. His wings dropped a bit, and apparently, Yue was now in pain.

"Yue!" Keroberos exclaimed, placing a paw on Yue's neck. "You're growing weaker…" Is it because of his strange behavior lately?

Syaoran and Kurogane had been forced to take a step back, watching the Windy grow stronger. Hadn't Eriol given them magic? Syaoran thought, wondering why he couldn't use it. Magic wasn't like the Kudan in the first world, where he could simply summon it when he wanted too. The magic...simply wasn't responding!

Kurogane was apparently annoyed as well. "Damnit...how do you use this 'magic'?" He murmured, glaring at the storm.

Fye stepped foreword casually, smiling a bit. "Well, then, I suppose I should give it a try then?" Fye asked, but it wasn't like anyone would stop him. "Now let's see...how does Eriol-san's magic work..." He said thoughtfully. The next thing he knew, 'poof!'.

Kurogane and Syaoran jumped a bit at the small explosion. And Fye merely laughed it off. "Ah, I see..." He said to himself, smiling a bit. He then caught Syaoran's and Kurogane's stunned looks. "Was Kuro-may scared?" The magician teased.

"Just use your magic, damnit." Kurogane snapped, too busy dodging debris to worry about the magician's name calling.

"Kuro-woof woof is no fun.." Fye pouted, before turning back to the womanly figure in the air. "This would be easier if I had my----oh? Ahaha!" Fye laughed a bit, as a silver staff formed in hands. "Yes, I understand now." He kept on saying. Holding the staff outwards so the end was pointing towards the woman, the magician began to move the staff like a pencil. Sparkling, forest green characters began to form in the air with each movement of the magician's staff.

The wind became tinted with a light green color and the wind grew stronger. The phantom in the wind let out a loud howl, and waved her arms, thrashing at the magician only to have her wind go right past him.

"Damnit! Won't you just die?" Kurogane yelled, and a sword appeared in his hand. (Kurogane was silent for a second.) "Now this is more like it!" He growled, using his newly summoned blade to slash at...well…the wind. To his surprise, the wind seemed to 'recoil' and blow away from the ninja with each strike.

Whether one would chose to believe it or not, Kurogane and Fye...where attacking the wind...and winning.

Syaoran had to squint to see what was going on. Sand had been blown into his eyes, but...when one eye is blind, you learn to make do with what little vision you are given at times. Amongst the emerald green wind, he saw it. As if his eyes had been trained to see it..."Sakura's feather!" Syaoran yelled, taking a step foreword only to get blown back.

Yue had caught the boy, only to have himself thrown against a tree. "Yue-san, are you alright?" Syaoran asked quickly.

"I am...fine." Yue winced.

Kurogane and Fye continued to do what was once impossible. But soon, they began to slow down.

"What the---? Is this thing...shrinking!" Kurogane yelled, staring at the sword which had shrunk to dagger size.

"Well, duh!" Keroberos said bluntly. Kurogane looked like he wanted to perform some sort of knife throwing act, using that annoying stuffed animal as a target. "If Eriol's magic is too much for another magician to control properly, then what makes you think you(with no magic knowledge), would?"

Fye had stopped casting his spells, breathing hard. "Eriol-san's magic…is a bit overwhelming." He laughed.

Windy took this opportunity to attack. With the power of Sakura's feather, she readied for a final attack when..

"Spirit Summon! Hikari!" A voice yelled from afar.

In a sudden flash of light, the wind grew weaker and weaker, until only the image of a woman was left remaining. Her hair and dress blew wildly in a nonexistent wind. Smiling menacingly at the group, the woman spun around once, disappearing into thin air.

The group stared at where the wind phantom had been.

"Who goes there?" Yue demanded, staggering a bit as he struggled to stand up.

A young boy with silver-violet hair stepped forth. Ice blue eyes shining coldly at the group, Syaoran had the feeling this boy was a bit like Eriol. Wise beyond his years, and very powerful.

"Feh. So you're the source of all this madness?" He asked skeptically. His white robes blew dramatically in a natural wind. "Well, Yue, it has been awhile." He said suddenly, turning his attention to the weakened judge.

"Yes, it has." Yue agreed coldly.

"How is your master? Still crazy and---"

"Master Eriol is well." Yue said quickly.

Syaoran looked up. Master? Was Eriol...Yue's and Keroberos' master?

"Eriol...? Ah. He told me about this, I thought he was being his usual eccentric self." The boy thought out loud. "Why do these people have Eriol's magic?" He asked suddenly, glaring at the magician, the ninja, and the archaeologist.

"You will have to ask Eriol himself." Yue replied simply.

Why did it look as though Yue was trying to keep this boy from saying something? Syaoran thought.

There was a short silence between the boy and the guardian. "Hm...You three." The boy said suddenly, pointing his staff towards the world travelers. "You haven't mastered Eriol's magic yet." He said flatly, pointing out the obvious.

"Well, Eriol-san's magic is a bit different then my own." Fye admitted, laughing a bit.

"Why the hell should I care?" Kurogane snapped. (The boy hit Kurogane again for this comment)

"Hmph. I have no idea what crazy thoughts were running through Eriol's head when he met you guys, but you must be strong..." The boy murmured.

"Is it because, Eriol-san knows these things?" Fye asked.

"No." The boy replied flatly. "Because you haven't had your bodies turned inside out yet." There was a long, awkward silence after this comment. Syaoran was the first to recover.

"You seem to know a lot about Eriol-san's magic." Syaoran said after observing the boy carefully.

"Of course I should." The boy replied smugly. "After all, I'm the one that taught him how to use magic. My name, is Clef."

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Once again, Sakura was dreaming. In her dream, she was once again, chasing the phantom that haunted her memories. It wasn't just in her first memory. With each memory she remembered, she felt as though there was something even more important she would have to remember.

Who are you?

What is your name?

Are you a friend?

You don't have to hide from me.

Why can't I remember you?

Why?

Sakura asked herself, chasing after the phantom in her dreams. 'Tell me who you are!' She pleaded, running after the phantom. The phantom was getting further, and further away.

"Why? Why won't you let me remember you?"

Little did she know, of the irony in that one question, alone.