disclaimer: in this world, i do not own xxxHolic...but perhaps in another...

AN: This is my first xxxholic 'fic. -smile- please enjoy. This is the sequel to the Tsubasa 'fic Remembering Why We Chose To Forget. Geish...long title. -.o

A bored yawn escaped from the mouth of the young woman. Ugh. How boring. She thought to herself, resting the side of her face on a pale, elegant hand and staring dully out into the gardens of the shop she called home. Recently, she had been depressed, which was very unlike her. But she had a feeling something was going to happen. That she would meet someone.

Closing her violet eyes, her peace was interrupted by a young boy's angry sarcasm. "Why do I always have to make dinner?" He grumbled, flicking his chop sticks at stir fry he was working on.

She smiled a bit, listening to him. He always complained, but he really was a good kid. She had something planned for him, she wasn't sure what it was yet, but she would think of something. If the human mind was an amazing thing, her mind, must be one of the seven great wonders of the world.

Somewhere in the distance, a set of wind chimes rang melodically. She looked up.

"Do you hear that?" Yuko asked, in her usual, mysteriously, serious tone.

The boy looked up from his cooking, the sound of sauce simmering could be heard. "Wind chimes." He replied, giving her a skeptical look. What was she thinking?

"What do you think of it?" She questioned.

At first, he did not respond. If he did not give the answer she wanted, she would surely, to something strange. Wind chimes chiming in the summer...what was there to think?

Silence.

"There is no wind." He replied solemnly, looking at the witch with curiosity in his eyes.

"Exactly." She replied, getting up from her restful position and making her way outside.

Watanuki's eyes followed Yuko, and then looked back at the stir fry. Turning off the stove, he sighed. He would mostly likely get some ridiculous lecture later on for doing this. He followed her.

It took everything he had to keep himself from running into her, as she came to a sudden, dramatic stop.

Yuko's lips were straight. Her eyes, emotionless. She was aiming to be dramatic, it was in her personality to do so. But perhaps, Watanuki had ruined her dramatic entrance...Not that it mattered. There was something far more important to take care of...

"Hello, Yuko-san." Said a young, boy-ish voice.

Watanuki could not see from behind Yuko. From what he heard though, there was someone here. A young boy, most likely still in grade school, if not early middle school. But he was wise. Watanuki could sense this sort of thing. The owner of this voice, was not what he seemed. Though still a child, he could sense that this 'child' held wisdom far beyond his years, much like..Yuko.

Yuko did not reply at first. It was almost as if she was at lost for words. "...Clow..." She replied after a moment's silence. "Or do you perhaps, you go by a different name now?" She added, not taking her eyes of the raven haired boy who stood in front of her.

"Ahahah...nothing gets past you, does it Yuko?" He asked, dropping the familiarities. He had known Yuko far too long too call her by -san, and -chan was something he would save later...to annoy her.

"Some things never change, no matter how many times one dies, no matter how many times, one is reborn." Yuko replied cynically.

The boy nodded his head, yes. "Hm...I suppose." He replied, smiling pleasantly at the woman who was (physically) older then him.

Never could get a straight answer out of him..She thought bitterly. But a cunning smile crossed her face. "Its been far too long, Clow..."

side note: Has anyone ever tried doing a spell check on Watanuki's name? I don't know..maybe its just me...but...has anyone else gotten 'satanic?' -chuckle- Please excuse this little bit of randomness. -snicker-