Our Distance and That Person
Touya looked out the extravagant castle balcony with a look of total oblivion. The sky was so clear, how could one not look at it? He took a deep sigh as a cold but refreshing breeze kissed his tan cheeks and then stepped back from the balcony and back into his room. Sakura used to look up at the sky all the time… Thoughts of his dear little sister slowly pried their way into his mind. The last time he'd seen Sakura, she was unconscious in Syaoran's arms. Yukito hadn't explained the entire situation, but enough for him to gather what had happened.
As children, Touya had always been the one keeping Sakura from harm and making sure she was always happy. He'd always been close to her, watching over her as a good older brother should. He had never dreamed his dear little Sakura would ever be this far from his reach. He didn't even know if she was alive or not. Of course, he had noticed long before that their distance with each other had been slowly growing. Ever since… Syaoran…
He was the one protecting Sakura now, keeping her from harm. Touya had known it would be that way sooner or later once he saw Sakura's feelings for him begin to develop. He'd hated Syaoran for that, for stealing his little sister away from him. Deep down he'd known that one day she'd be far from his reach, his sight, maybe even his thoughts, but he'd never thought that day would come so soon…
"Dinner is almost ready your Majesty," a maid said, opening the door to his bed chambers to peak in.
"I'll be down momentarily," he said and waved her off.
She left, closing the door behind her, and Touya found himself staring at the wooden object with yet another look of total oblivion. Thoughts of Sakura had been prying their way into his thoughts less and less these days, until it was to the point that he only thought of her once or twice a week. Had she really been away that long? How much longer would it be until her return? Touya pushed back the one question that had been digging its dirty nails into his thoughts the most. Would she return….?
"Shut up Touya! Don't think such things!" he berated himself bitterly and fell into the chair at his desk in an exhausted fashion. Do you think of me sometimes, Sakura? Or are all your thoughts for himHe glared at the ceiling, ashamed for letting himself think such a bitter thought towards his sister and the man she loved. What bothered him most was as the distance between him and his sister grew, her distance with the brat shrunk ever faster by the day. He didn't want that damn brat to have his sister! He didn't want anyone to have her; there wasn't a man alive who deserved her in his eyes. So why…? Why does she love him!
It was at that time that another voice whispered to him. Because he cares for her more than anyone else…
He let a bitter chuckle escape his throat. He had nothing to worry about; whether or not his distance with Sakura was growing or shrinking was irrelevant, he decided. As long as she was alive and happy, that was all that mattered to him.
The maid rapped on the door again, summoning him to dinner, which he gladly accepted. Anything was better than thinking of Sakura now…