Title: The most beautiful dream
Fandom: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles
Theme: 13. Lost, never found
Characters: Syaoran, Sakura
Summary: Sakura is a dream, a pretty, mesmerizing dream.
A/N: Uh, I'm not really up to date with the chapters. I'm at the part where the two Syaoran's first meet and everyone goes O.o
So, this is before that.
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Sakura is, in a sense, a dream. She is there but not there, his but not his. Actually, Syaoran realizes, she can never be his again. Was she ever really his in the first place?
(The answer to that, as clear as the sky above, is that she belongs to everyone she meets. She belongs to her brother, to Fai, to Kurogane, to Mokona. She belongs to anyone she has talked to and touched, with the exception of him.
Forever, from now on, with him as the only exception.)
Wishing for her to go back to that old Sakura, the one who would tackle him when he visited and argued with her brother would do no good. She isn't that Sakura anymore, never will be again, and remains the elusive dream.
That is what she is. A dream, one that he could sink into forever. Sometimes she flits about him, a butterfly that gently presses its wings to his cheek for an instant. Others she floats away, a leaf in the breeze with no direction or control, relying on only the current to move her. The current that takes her even further away from him.
Sakura is a dream that Syaoran would love to stay in. Her smiles, her voice, they are all just his in that dream, there is still an us and we. There he doesn't have to listen to a memory that was theirs and is now just his and hers. Even if he can't touch her, he can still watch her and imagine what was and could have been.
(And he wonders what she would have looked like in a bright, colourful wedding dress, smiling with her guests as they danced down the streets. She would have looked so radiant with a little girl in her arms, looked so excited when she dragged him down the streets for the new place she found. He wonders and wonders and is left with just the tail of a future that can never happen.)
Yet, like every dream, no matter how mesmerizing or longed, it has to come to an end and he has to accept reality.
She is no longer that Sakura. He is no longer that Syaoran.
They are just two not-strangers, traveling the universe together.
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(Sakura wakes up. A voice repeats itself in her head, calling her name. It was a boy, she remembers, a young boy that she used to know. Her face feels warm and she wonders, for a moment, just what that boy meant to her.
Yawning, she curls back up in her bed. The dream is already fading away, turning back into the stardust that made it. If he is important, she's sure she'll remember him eventually.)
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