A/N: First, thank you to EVERYONE who has read, reviewed, followed, and favorited this story. You're all correct: there's more to this tale. My first chapter is only the beginning. Thank you for your support. Let's enjoy this journey together.

PS – This story is different from Part 1. Every time a 'xxx' appears on screen, the perspective changes. I wanted to do the characters justice, so I am trying this style of mind-shift writing. Yet I won't tell you whose turn it is. You'll just have to figure it out. *winks*

Let me know if you like it.

~ Chella

"Tonight…tonight was amazing, eh, Yue?...

"…Yue?"

There was no answer.

xxx

They were at a beach…a shoreline, if you will, all rocks, and seaglass, and brine. He could feel the stones under his bare feet, smooth yet intrusive. They gently shifted as he ambled, and the little buggers stuck here and there – under his sole, on his heel, between his toes.

The water was calm, but the air's temperature remained chilling and cold, and the horizon melted into the tones of the sea. The seascape played in muted tones: cool blues, dull greys, and it was loss, all loss.

Cerberus was just a kitten now (which was odd, since Kero had always been older), and he pounced ferociously on the little pebbles. It was an odd juxtaposition, to see the warm Sun Guardian frolic in a scene so distant. But it was Kero's nature, he supposed.

Funny. He never liked using that name…the name of a pet. Certainly he and his brother deserved something far more regal to mark their importance…what was the name 'Kero,' anyway? It sounded disgusting rolling off his tongue. And he, the snow rabbit…his master called him that simply because it got on his nerves…

Kero continued further down the coast, kicking up dust and rock as he trekked forward in his fruitless pursuit. His small cub-like body faded to nearly a speck in his vision, and now a faint feeling of panic wisped onto his heartstrings. He wanted to call out, "Brother!" to grab his attention, but his mouth had sealed itself shut.

"He will be fine."

The teasing voice came from behind him, and he immediately – without question, without doubt – knew who was speaking. He wanted to spin around and rush to it, but instead he clenched his fair knuckles into fists, and gritted his teeth, and locked his eyes shut.

"He will be fine," the man said again, his voice tinged with sparkling sniggers. "And you will be, too, of course."

You left, you left, he accused. You left us. You died. You left me. I now have nothing. Nothing.

"You have love, my moonbeam. My snow rabbit."

He whipped around, wanting catch him, strangle him, tear him, but reality set in, as did the fear.

There was no one there.

xxx

Clammy and cold, Yukito shot upright, and awoke. Darkness fell deep into the night, and thunder remained growling in the distance – a remnant from yesterday's storm. In the midst of his cold sweat, he found himself gripping his nightshirt; Yukito had torn it off during his restless sleep. He inhaled, letting the cool air slow his heartbeat, and clutched the exposed space where the organ laid beating. In the foggy mist of his mind, Yukito knew he had shared a dream with his other half.

The young man focused on the stillness of the evening, and found his thoughts were oddly still, too. In recent months since 'the revelation,' Yukito had become acutely aware of Yue's presence. It felt almost like white noise in his mind; an unobtrusive, distinct sensation that alerted him of the Moon Guardian. In conversation, he and Yue exchanged words easily, yet moments of silence were left to the phantom white noise. But there was nothing now. Nothing.

Images of the abandoned shore replayed in Yukito's mind. He raked a hand through his sweaty hair, letting his fingers sweep over his temples. He closed his eyes and mentally whispered, "Yue?"

No answer, but the man was determined.

"Yue, are you alright? I think…I think I saw a dream of yours. Are you awake?"

There was no 'spoken' answer, but a sensation of acknowledgement pushed through the silence.

"What was it?" Yukito continued. "You can talk to me. Yue, please tell me…"

Yukito's questions were met with nothing, but something in his brain snapped. In a second, he had fallen back on his tatami, in a dead-like sleep.

xxx

"Yukito, you knew this wasn't gonna be easy…But this is who you are. This is who you both are. It's not an easy first, but it's a good step." Kero smiled as he continued. "All of us…wouldn't have you any other way."

"All of us…wouldn't have you any other way."

Yue woke upon the mattress. He took deep, drinking, deliberate breaths. The air was deliciously cool as it reached his senses, and as the outside noises trickled into his ears. The windows of the room were open, and the gust shook the cotton drapes around him.

But his world – his vision, rather – blurred around him. But why? Still with slow movement, the moon guardian picked himself up and stood, and began walking. He wobbled on the first step, and slipped the second, yet he continued. He willed the body over to the center of the room, where a full-length mirror stood dully in the moonless space.

And there he was. Yukito.

No, thought Yue. It's me. ME. Indeed, reflected in Yue's place was the fuzzy image of Yukito. Yet despite the altered form, the Moon Guardian was aware of everything: the damp floor underneath, the breeze in his hair, and the soft clothing on this so-unfamiliar-yet-utterly-his-own body.

He located the abandoned glasses, ignoring the odd feeling as he placed the rounded frames on this foreign face. A clear, concise profile came into view: indeed, Yukito stood as the reflection in the mirror. But the features were off, Yue admitted to himself. Yukito was naturally a bright and shining person. The man in the mirror was anything but. Though Yukito's charming face was true, his expression was totally Yue's. It was odd, even for Yue to see.

Enjoying this new sensation, Yue forced Yukito's face into a scowl. He chuckled in wicked amusement.

"Look at you, snow rabbit," mocked Yue, surprising himself with his malicious tone.

Bringing his hand to meet the mirror's glass, Yue studied the face once more, amazed at how easy it was to completely take over this body. He placed a second hand there, desperately wanting to reach in and touch the other's reflection to see if it was truly him.

He noticed something. Beyond the glasses, his eyes – Yukito's eyes – were all wrong. Gone was the warm amber, expressing love and devotion for his friends. Instead lay a stone, cold-tone color – deep aborigine, like the sky after a setting sun.

A ping of guilt grew inside Yue's heart, as he realized just how far he'd pushed Yukito's consciousness back. But still…

"All of us…wouldn't have you any other way."

Never mind.

Yue closed his eyes, his hands still placed firmly on the mirror, and listened within for Yukito's thoughts.

Nothing. Yue had completely the charm exceptionally well.

xxx

There was no moon out as the storm crept on in limbo.

Sakura turned and moaned, uneasy in her sleep. Kero attempted to squeeze the pillow over his head and ignore his mistress' cries, if only to feign sleep…but to no avail. Unable to ignore the helpless sounds, Kero peaked out of his drawer-room, and stole a glance at his sleeping mistress.

The young girl was curled into a tight, tight ball, with the covers clenched in her white hands. Her face looked so distressed. She trembled as she whimpered.

In his heart, Kero felt a deep set heaviness, but it was not connected to his mistress. Yue was on his mind, as were the events of the afternoon. He was happy Yukito found some resolve, but thought it odd that Yue decided to stay out of the picture.

He flitted his wings and drifted over to the sleeping form. The Sun Guardian landed on his mistress, placing his hands on her forehead. "Yo, kid….Sakura…" he whispered, gently shaking the Cardcaptor.

Sakura twitched awake, and lightly swatted at Kero's hands. "Kero…" she whispered, just as her eyes peaked open. Her low voice cut through the quiet stillness. "Kero. Tell me who's older."

"Wait…what?" Kero questioned a little too loud, before he remembered they were supposed to be sleeping.

"Who is older?" Sakura said a little more profoundly. She let her hands fall to her side as she sat up. "You, or Yue? Who is the older one?"

"I am," Kero answered simply, taken aback by the question. He frowned and looked up at his mistress. The heavy-set stone sank in his stomach, as he realized both were thinking of Yue. "Why would you ask that?"

Sakura focused on an invisible thread in the air, her eyes narrowing just so. "I dreamed," murmured Sakura as she continued to stare into empty space. She gazed into the dark room, pondering her own words, and letting the silence fall heavy. Worry began creeping in Kero's chest.

The girl soon spoke again, a low tightness evident in her voice. "I dreamed that you were younger, Kero." Sakura somberly closed her eyes as her fingers closed around her chest, as if protecting her heart. Yet she continued, "You were a cub, playing on a rocky beach, and Yue was there too…"

As Kero listened, his face became illuminated. Before Sakura could weave back into reality, her faced became aglow, too, as a light emanated from another drawer. Within it, The Sakura awoke. The book let itself out and opened itself up: the Cards were responding to the conversation. One by one, the Cards formed a circle in the empty room, and Kero watched as two were plucked from the formation. They landed face-up on the flower-patterned comforter.

"Dark," whispered Kero. "And Light. They are the primary cards for Yue and me." An instinct clicked in Kero's heart, and he found himself suddenly beating his wings with a great passion, lifting his small body off the bed. "Something is wrong with Yue. I can feel it."

xxx

The possibilities are endless, Yue thought. In this new form, Yue could go wherever he pleased, and actually live to experience the world around him. He took his hands from the mirror's cool glass, backing up with small steps. As he paced away from the mirror, his body felt unstable. There was no moon out tonight, and Yue wondered if that contributed to his weakness.

I must try this on a clear night, when my power is peaked…

A thought occurred to the moon guardian. Without delay, Yue drew a hand about him, and attempted to summon a haze of sparkling azure shards.

Nothing.

He tried again, whipping the hand about him faster, but nothing happened. In their usual form, Yukito was forbidden to use Yue's magic, even if he wanted to. Apparently that applied to Yue invading Yukito's body, too.

Yukito…

His mind, once again, rested on Yukito's cathartic afternoon. If Yue had overtaken this body earlier, and if magic were involved…oh, what a different picture. How interesting it would have been if sweet, innocent Yukito whipped a crackling arrow from thin air, if only to intimidate the others with power. Would they have embraced him with such open arms? Would they have told him, "We wouldn't want you any other way"?

As Yue reflected, his hands shook. His fingers quaked as the sensation spread to his arms, into his torso, and finally to his knees…Was he trembling? He was actually trembling. But am I angry? The man suddenly lacked the strength to stand, emotions bubbling to the surface in waves. His knees buckled, and the guardian carefully knelt himself down to the bamboo floor. Is this…truly me? He took his hands and riffled them through Yukito's hair, longing for the silken feel of his own silver locks. The movement knocked the edge of Yukito's glasses, and as his hand passed behind his ear, the frames clattered off with a sharp sound.

All focus was lost. Without Yukito's glasses, the world descended into fuzzy shadows. Yue's own spectacular vision conquered through darkness, but it seemed that wouldn't cross over either. There was no light from the window, and the spectacles vanished into the empty room.

Yue clamped his eyes shut. He curled into himself, taking Yukito's hands and clutching them to his naked chest. He felt the strong heartbeat as it thumped, thumped, thumped, pumping life and blood into his false form's body. Yue had a heart, too. He had a heart, although it was gilded in frost. All his coldness, and his guarding…it didn't matter. He knew his heart was breaking again.

It was strange to see the plops of wetness on the wooden floor. He felt them leak from Yukito's eyes and splash onto the hard surface. His body – Mine, or Yukito's? – leaned in closer, his nose almost touching the fresh, wet marks. The tears dripped slowly, and, as his unsteady vision adjusted to the darkness, Yue found perfect little circles where they fell.

He let them fall – for himself…for Clow…for his brother…for his Mistress and his new family…

There was a knock…knock…knock…knockknockknockknockknock…Downstairs, someone was intensely knocking at Yukito's door, and the sound reached Yue's ears through the paralyzing thoughts. It scared Yue to think others might see him like this. Like a spring, he jumped back into his own mind, and retreated his charm from Yukito.