XXVII. Water.
Seishiro looked up at the glass roof of the Shirasagi Castle, high above the sakura tree where inside Syaoran and his other half were battling, no doubt for the feather and Sakura's hand. The clouds moved quickly, thusly, as if they had somewhere to go. For a moment, it looked as if he was staring at the reflection of the sky on a pond's surface, deep ripples already making their impact.
Also in that split second, he wondered if Fuuma, who had been standing next to him, saw the same thing he did.
He put his glasses away, not even caring that one of the lenses was cracked. "It wasn't easy after all."
Fuuma looked at him out of the corner of his eye. "You see, I agree with you this time."
The older brother straightened up, closed his eyes, and smiled, pleased with himself.
The younger brother's apathetic gaze softened. "You were planning to hand over the feather to that guy from the beginning?"
"Who knows?" Seishiro stated, once again not giving a straight answer.
Fuuma sighed tiredly, exasperated. "You're one screwed up guy. Right after you find someone interesting, you start teasing him." He too straightened up, stretching his right arm out. "That's why those twins are running from you. It was kind of troublesome that Kamui didn't like me either."
Seishiro turned to his younger sibling, who was ironically taller than he. "That's just what you deserved, right?"
Fuuma responded by saying, "Who knows?"
In a flash, his pleasant disposition changes into one of incredible focus and curiosity, staring out in the distance.
"However, I hope that he makes it back safe."
Seishiro understands who exactly Fuuma is talking about. He opens his eyes, one of watery glass complexion, the other like that of a purple diamond, looking in the same direction as his brother. Opposites within a single entity.
"It might be harder than it seems."
The ripples along the water's edge truly held a deep significance in this case.
