Disclaimer:

This is a fan fiction based on an excerpt from Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles that was created by CLAMP. The characters- no matter how much I love them are not my creation.

Note:

The characters and plot are from Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles but the fanfic may adapt some of the events from which the characters are originally from- CLAMPS very own RG- VEDA. Even though this is from TRC, I don't know if Sakura-chan and Syaoran- kun would be making an appearance…even if they do they won't be having a bigger role since the stories focus will be on my two favorite CLAMP gods.

A gods Wish

Chapter3

(An Unwanted Visitation)

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A land floating above the waters with lush green forests and exotic creatures that is known across the lands, it's beauty and wealth most envied, its King most veneered. Such is the Land of Shurano and its King Ashura-ou.

The king… he is loved, feared and exalted for his power, grace, beauty and his ideals. He is known to be just but most of all deadly. The people are worried. Never have they heard such news before. They have only seen their most loved King with a smile, a smirk, a frown and even amused bemusement. He was open to his people and they loved it about him. Such news were an item… everyone were silently hoping that things would turn out fine.

They would have normally cheered with voices filled with pride and happiness with the news of their upper hand and even victory on that one time in battle but… their King seemed otherwise.

Soldiers with eyes of gold would never- can never be able to remove such a vivid image from their minds. To see their King step back, they wondered. When they saw him tremble they were worried. But alas, once they saw his face… they were devastated.

Never will they be able to remove such an image from their minds even within their hearts.

Their King…

… Was horrified…

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The darkness of the night was engulfed by the shade of blood. Crimson showered the land of Shurato as the moon nears its completion; the time is nearing once again. A silhouette of a delicate figure of with a long lean stature can be seen on the castles balcony. Long strands of raven thread-like hair danced with wind for it has long before escaped from its bounds leaving it free to dance as it pleased. Golden eyes cut through the illusion of red as it glimmers unto the dark. In the eyes of many he remains unchanged but within is of a different matter.

For days, hours, months even years he had been plagued by illusions of black eyes, crimson blood and a heart wrenching smile. It has been so long and yet not long enough. He will never forget for up to now the reminder is there… mocking him… confusing him… and dare he admit…scaring him.

Each time for the last couple of years he had to bear with the sight of a scar running across night dark eyes. It was most unpleasing. Up to now, doubt would always mar his eyes whence he sees that scar. For such a wound to be delivered is still most unlikely.

Much to his relief such a day was never repeated again… it was as if nothing had happened. Albeit he knew even such a thing is an illusion.

The fights were still the same… intense, heated, consuming and most of all entertaining. No wounds were delivered again, tardiness never occurred again and yet…

A slender hand clutched silk as the King held on to his heart. He had promised before he would not shed tears… he broke that promise once at the sight of red blood tears flow from dark black eyes… he will not for whatever reason, do it again.

For so long he was accustomed to battle and kill with his eyes locked on with the enemy. It was for him a symbol of respect and honor but most of all it invokes feared. However, it was not the case with Yasha-ou. The man never showed fear. For that matter, he doesn't show anything. No emotions, no smiles, no nothing. But… that was before it is not the case now.

A shiver ran through his being as memories he long before wish to banish assaulted him. The passing of time from that moment had been fierce and unforgiving. Every time he sets his eyes on him he would waver. With all the grace and dignity he could summon he would look on. His will to fight have never wavered but his heart always swayed if at times he caught look.

Through gritted teeth he clutched himself as long flowing hair covered his face. For so long he had been like this and he was far from pleased. By the start of the change with Yasha-ou he had tried to resist, tried to not look on, tried… and so far he kept on failing.

He had noticed that away from the watchful eyes of others the others mask dropped one by one. He becomes more graceful, more intense and more… warm? He would occasionally catch warmth within those crimson eyes he likes to invoke so much. And as time passed by the aura around the man became light. The fights were the same as well as the risks but something has most definitely changed.

He was confused, doubtful and frustrated.

It's an illusion…a trick a cunning plan and yet… desperate golden eyes glared at the light focusing on the castle that floats upon the sky. His heart clenched for he knew something was wrong.

Night dark eyes that turn unto intense crimson marred his mind. He knew he shouldn't, he knew it was to be avoided but those eyes were made to capture. At times those eyes almost seemed playful; at times it was filled with amusement… at first he was angered. The thought of Yasha-ou playing with him infuriated him but then…

"Do not accuse me, Ashura-ou. To mock your honor is something I would not do."

Confusion filled him as those words stuck to him and as the implication within that voice filled him, as time passed those emotions engulfed him as he played upon those feelings invoked within those eyes. At times he would be graced by a slight smile only to blink to find that it was gone.

It was so wrong.

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Golden light hid behind closed eyes as he tried to calm his mind so as to be able to deal with his heart. Turning against the moon as if trying to turn away from that crimson light that reminds him so much of those eyes he will not have. As the King glided unto his room dulled golden eyes opened once again.

A gasp filled the night as all movement stilled…. Light came rushing back as the gold glimmered once again. The King walked on, his mind on a trance as his lips parted in mute disbelief. Stopping just a few steps after realization sunk in.

Memories of those times upon that castle where warmth filled his senses in place of death, as bloodlust turned unto a playful spar as closed combat attacks began to feel so much like a fleeting embrace. He stared on as the facade of a ruthless emotionless king stared back with the same emotions that once before had made him wonder. Gentle warmth replaced the coldness of those night dark eyes. A gentle touch made him finally believe that what he sees is real and yet as the warmth filled him, tears began silently flowing. That simple embrace, those gentle eyes as well as those caring hands made him realize…

…if only it was earlier…

Slender hands reached up to a scarred face as tears continually flowed from hazy golden eyes. A silent murmur escaped his lips before he pushed himself up to meet the others.

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Gold watched the crimson orb that hung low before him… as tears dried up he knew…

…the god's have long decided that the moon would never be grasped.

Those eyes have finally escaped his grasp leaving him behind.

At that moment after all those decades… finally a wish came to his mind.

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"Yasha" (1)

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Ashura murmured something…right? I found it appropriate at that time. To call someone you love his name for the first time just before the both of you part…

Yes. Yes. I know… The last two were far better. I couldn't manage to put back the same mood… It was really frustrating. This is the closest thing I could get. Please review… tell me what you think.