Author's Notes:
This chapter features Mokona. Since her gender was never made clear in the series, I will be referring to her as a female.
46. Emotions
Mokona had always felt sorrow in their little band but, rife with crime and human chess matches, Infinity served only to damage everyone's already splintering bonds.
Even Sakura was breaking.
Mokona cuddled up closer to the princess, wishing she could cheer her up somehow. But Sakura's fingers just tightened around the sheets as she rolled away. "Mokona thinks you should come out for dinner," Mokona said, with little hope of rousing the princess.
"No."
"But-"
"I don't want to go out. I don't want to see him."
"You mean Syaoran?"
Sakura's voice grew colder, her heart heavier. "He's not Syaoran."
47. Watcher
In Clow, no one ever attacked them. With Kurogane and Fai relaxing downstairs, Mokona the chance to wander alone through the castle, an opportunity she rarely received between translating and traveling through space and time.
As soon as she reached Sakura's room, Mokona knew this moment wasn't meant to be shared with any watchers. Syaoran, now nineteen, was kissing Sakura. His bare arms seemed almost like restraints as he held her body to his. And for some reason, Sakura's underclothes were strewn all across the floor . . .
Mokona retreated from the doorway and headed back downstairs, permanently scarred.
48. Armor
Mokona didn't like the rigid shell of Kurogane's armor. In fact, if she had the option, she much preferred to hide in the soft fabric of Fai's coat, or the silky fabric of Sakura's cloak.
But there was something inherently funny in Kurogane's reaction whenever she'd pop out of his armor. Mokona could predict his frustrated exclamations to the letter now, which was entertaining in itself. More comical than that was the fact that, even after months of traveling together, she still managed to surprise the ninja every single time she poked her head out from beneath his chest plate.