Broken Promise and a Vow Kept
Chapter one: Today
Touya looked at the calendar, he hadn't been looking forward to this day at all: its arrival meant that the brat was supposed to be returning from Hong Kong to keep his promise to Sakura. Sakura had been so happy when he had promised to return to her in six years, which made Sakura eighteen now. Touya had his doubts, though: 'If he doesn't come, I'll . . .' The thought was cut off, as nearby, china hit the floor, he looked in its direction, Yukito was standing there, eyes huge. Touya spoke to his long time partner softly: "Yuki, what is it?"
Yukito didn't need to speak: the white light that suddenly surrounded him spoke volumes. Touya swore. "He didn't come."
Yukito shook his head.
"You'd better go to her."
Yukito nodded, and ran out into the garden as fast as he could go. A white light shone briefly and with a few wing beats Yue was in the air. He had always been more sensitive to the feelings of his master, or as it was now, mistress, it was part of the power of the Moon.
He followed his instinct, which took him to the park: sure enough Sakura was sitting on a swing in the dying light. Yue landed in front of her. Sakura was crying, and it appeared he was the first one to find her. He approached her quietly. Sakura looked up when his shadow fell over her. "Yue-san . . ." Her voice was trembling; her eyes were filled with tears. Yue felt himself fill with anger at the young man who had caused this pain, not caring that he was a descendent of Clow Read, just that he had hurt Sakura.
She gazed up at him, her eyes glittering with tears, her lips pulled tight against her sobs. Yue gulped: he wasn't sure how to deal with this but he knew she needed comfort. He opened his arms to her: Sakura looked amazed for a moment and then a small smile crossed her face. She stood up and threw herself against him with a huge sob. She cried against him and he simply held her close, stroking her hair, trying as best he could to soothe the poor girl.
Little did they know that from a distance an awed Tomoyo and Kero were watching them. An even more awed Eriol was watching them from England using magic. And Touya was watching them from a tree, a smile on his face.
By the time Sakura had finished crying the sun had set, she looked up from Yue's chest and into his lilac pools, they reflected the full moon in them and were strangely soft as he looked at her. "Are you feeling better now?"
Sakura was surprised, firstly he was still holding her and secondly there was a lot of concern in his voice when he spoke. "Yes, a little, thanks to you Yue-san."
He smiled at her, Sakura felt her shock growing, and a genuine smile stood on his lips. "I'm glad to hear that I was of help and a comfort to you. Do you want to talk to me about it or do you want to forget?"
Sakura's grip on his shirt tightened, Yue's arms squeezed her again. "It's alright, I won't hurt you."
Sakura stared up at Yue: how had he known she was afraid of being hurt? She knew Yue was sensitive to emotion but surely not that sensitive. Sakura suddenly felt herself relax as he pulled her even closer and surrounded her with his wings. "Yue-chan . . . I mean sa - " but his finger on her lips made her silent.
"'Chan' is fine Sakura-chan." His eyes smiled down at her, it was the first time that Yue had not called her 'mistress' and Sakura found that she liked the way her name sounded with his soft, deep voice saying it.
"Shaolan-kun . . he didn't come to meet me. He promised . . he promised . . . he said he would meet me here today no matter what, but he didn't come . . He didn't come. He broke his promise . . why, Yue-chan, why did he do that to me? Doesn't he love me, am I ugly, did I do something wrong? He hasn't even sent me a letter, a text message or an e-mail to say something is wrong and he won't be able to make it; it's like I don't exist for him anymore." Her eyes were pleading with him to give her an answer, hopefully one that made sense, but any answer was preferable to the empty swing beside her. Yue's eyes lingered on it: folding away his wings, he walked around Sakura, and sat down on the swing that would have been - should have been - Shaolan's. Sakura stared at him momentarily before seating herself in the swing next to him. She began to rock backwards and forwards on the swing.
After a moment Yue answered, "You are not ugly and you didn't do anything wrong. The only person at fault here is Li-kun. If he is too stupid to see what a beautiful, wonderful, kind and caring person that he is hurting, then he is a. . . an idiot." Sakura felt her mouth open as he spoke: his voice was strong, angry and he was glowing with his anger. "If I ever catch him . . But I suppose being the kind person you are, you won't want me to hurt him."
Sakura looked away for a moment. "No, I wouldn't want you to hurt him. . ." she said with a sigh, looking back at him. The sight startled her. Yue's eyes were full of anger. Sakura had never seen him look this angry before.
"If he ever hurts you again, I will not be responsible for my actions." His voice had a warning tone to it, and Sakura nodded. She had seen Yue protect her before, but it was rare that happened outside of magic battles. And he had never been this. . . fierce before.
"Yue-chan, why are you acting like this? You're so angry. . . it's never been this way before. . ."
Yue looked away and up at the moon: he was at the height of his powers tonight but still he couldn't tell her, or could he? Would Sakura understand or just think he was trying to comfort her? Or even that he was trying to take Shaolan's place? He looked at her again. Sakura gasped as his hair flew up with a breeze.
"I'm so protective of you because I care about what happens to you."
Sakura could see in the hidden depths of his lavender eyes a deeper reason than this, but one that he was scared of sharing. Sakura realised for the first time that Yue was hiding something from her, something he was afraid she wouldn't like or want. Maybe it was the same thing he had offered Clow, maybe it was the same thing Clow had rejected, his heart. Sakura slowly moved her hand up towards his face. Yue didn't move, but his eyes followed the hand, nervous of what Sakura was going to do. Gently she placed it on the side of his face and ran it into his hair. Yue took in a shuddering breath, and snapped his gaze away from the hand onto Sakura's face. Her eyes were soft as she played with a few of the strands, wrapping them round her fingers.
Sakura watched his eyes fall on her. He was so handsome, and so unearthly. Yet he was all hers. Yue's hair was soft to her touch, like the purest white silk. Sakura could sense that he was a little uneasy, and she was herself, there was a new sensation filling her, it wasn't soft or quiet like her love for Shaolan had been, it was burning, strong and possessive. Sakura didn't know what to make of this feeling, but she had to calm him down before he panicked. "It's alright, Yue-chan, I'm not going to hurt you."
Her voice was like soft music to his ears and instantly Yue relaxed and allowed her to explore his hair further, enjoying the feeling of her fingers in his hair.
"Yue-chan. . ." Her voice was soft, distant almost dreamy. He relaxed further, but after a few minutes, duty reasserted itself within his torn heart.
"I should get you home. . ." Her fingers placed over his mouth cut off the rest of his sentence.
"Not yet, Yue-chan. . . please, just a little longer." Sakura looked up at him, her eyes pleading for understanding.
Yue's eyes were soft as he looked at her. "Alright."
Sakura leant forward and snuggled into Yue's chest. The moon guardian's eyes went wide, then he draped his shawl over her. Sakura gripped his shirt and soon enough, Yue felt her fall asleep against him. Carefully, he eased her off the swing into his arms. After a quick glance at his surroundings, making sure that no one was there, he opened his wings and flew his mistress back to her home.
Chapter one: Today
Touya looked at the calendar, he hadn't been looking forward to this day at all: its arrival meant that the brat was supposed to be returning from Hong Kong to keep his promise to Sakura. Sakura had been so happy when he had promised to return to her in six years, which made Sakura eighteen now. Touya had his doubts, though: 'If he doesn't come, I'll . . .' The thought was cut off, as nearby, china hit the floor, he looked in its direction, Yukito was standing there, eyes huge. Touya spoke to his long time partner softly: "Yuki, what is it?"
Yukito didn't need to speak: the white light that suddenly surrounded him spoke volumes. Touya swore. "He didn't come."
Yukito shook his head.
"You'd better go to her."
Yukito nodded, and ran out into the garden as fast as he could go. A white light shone briefly and with a few wing beats Yue was in the air. He had always been more sensitive to the feelings of his master, or as it was now, mistress, it was part of the power of the Moon.
He followed his instinct, which took him to the park: sure enough Sakura was sitting on a swing in the dying light. Yue landed in front of her. Sakura was crying, and it appeared he was the first one to find her. He approached her quietly. Sakura looked up when his shadow fell over her. "Yue-san . . ." Her voice was trembling; her eyes were filled with tears. Yue felt himself fill with anger at the young man who had caused this pain, not caring that he was a descendent of Clow Read, just that he had hurt Sakura.
She gazed up at him, her eyes glittering with tears, her lips pulled tight against her sobs. Yue gulped: he wasn't sure how to deal with this but he knew she needed comfort. He opened his arms to her: Sakura looked amazed for a moment and then a small smile crossed her face. She stood up and threw herself against him with a huge sob. She cried against him and he simply held her close, stroking her hair, trying as best he could to soothe the poor girl.
Little did they know that from a distance an awed Tomoyo and Kero were watching them. An even more awed Eriol was watching them from England using magic. And Touya was watching them from a tree, a smile on his face.
By the time Sakura had finished crying the sun had set, she looked up from Yue's chest and into his lilac pools, they reflected the full moon in them and were strangely soft as he looked at her. "Are you feeling better now?"
Sakura was surprised, firstly he was still holding her and secondly there was a lot of concern in his voice when he spoke. "Yes, a little, thanks to you Yue-san."
He smiled at her, Sakura felt her shock growing, and a genuine smile stood on his lips. "I'm glad to hear that I was of help and a comfort to you. Do you want to talk to me about it or do you want to forget?"
Sakura's grip on his shirt tightened, Yue's arms squeezed her again. "It's alright, I won't hurt you."
Sakura stared up at Yue: how had he known she was afraid of being hurt? She knew Yue was sensitive to emotion but surely not that sensitive. Sakura suddenly felt herself relax as he pulled her even closer and surrounded her with his wings. "Yue-chan . . . I mean sa - " but his finger on her lips made her silent.
"'Chan' is fine Sakura-chan." His eyes smiled down at her, it was the first time that Yue had not called her 'mistress' and Sakura found that she liked the way her name sounded with his soft, deep voice saying it.
"Shaolan-kun . . he didn't come to meet me. He promised . . he promised . . . he said he would meet me here today no matter what, but he didn't come . . He didn't come. He broke his promise . . why, Yue-chan, why did he do that to me? Doesn't he love me, am I ugly, did I do something wrong? He hasn't even sent me a letter, a text message or an e-mail to say something is wrong and he won't be able to make it; it's like I don't exist for him anymore." Her eyes were pleading with him to give her an answer, hopefully one that made sense, but any answer was preferable to the empty swing beside her. Yue's eyes lingered on it: folding away his wings, he walked around Sakura, and sat down on the swing that would have been - should have been - Shaolan's. Sakura stared at him momentarily before seating herself in the swing next to him. She began to rock backwards and forwards on the swing.
After a moment Yue answered, "You are not ugly and you didn't do anything wrong. The only person at fault here is Li-kun. If he is too stupid to see what a beautiful, wonderful, kind and caring person that he is hurting, then he is a. . . an idiot." Sakura felt her mouth open as he spoke: his voice was strong, angry and he was glowing with his anger. "If I ever catch him . . But I suppose being the kind person you are, you won't want me to hurt him."
Sakura looked away for a moment. "No, I wouldn't want you to hurt him. . ." she said with a sigh, looking back at him. The sight startled her. Yue's eyes were full of anger. Sakura had never seen him look this angry before.
"If he ever hurts you again, I will not be responsible for my actions." His voice had a warning tone to it, and Sakura nodded. She had seen Yue protect her before, but it was rare that happened outside of magic battles. And he had never been this. . . fierce before.
"Yue-chan, why are you acting like this? You're so angry. . . it's never been this way before. . ."
Yue looked away and up at the moon: he was at the height of his powers tonight but still he couldn't tell her, or could he? Would Sakura understand or just think he was trying to comfort her? Or even that he was trying to take Shaolan's place? He looked at her again. Sakura gasped as his hair flew up with a breeze.
"I'm so protective of you because I care about what happens to you."
Sakura could see in the hidden depths of his lavender eyes a deeper reason than this, but one that he was scared of sharing. Sakura realised for the first time that Yue was hiding something from her, something he was afraid she wouldn't like or want. Maybe it was the same thing he had offered Clow, maybe it was the same thing Clow had rejected, his heart. Sakura slowly moved her hand up towards his face. Yue didn't move, but his eyes followed the hand, nervous of what Sakura was going to do. Gently she placed it on the side of his face and ran it into his hair. Yue took in a shuddering breath, and snapped his gaze away from the hand onto Sakura's face. Her eyes were soft as she played with a few of the strands, wrapping them round her fingers.
Sakura watched his eyes fall on her. He was so handsome, and so unearthly. Yet he was all hers. Yue's hair was soft to her touch, like the purest white silk. Sakura could sense that he was a little uneasy, and she was herself, there was a new sensation filling her, it wasn't soft or quiet like her love for Shaolan had been, it was burning, strong and possessive. Sakura didn't know what to make of this feeling, but she had to calm him down before he panicked. "It's alright, Yue-chan, I'm not going to hurt you."
Her voice was like soft music to his ears and instantly Yue relaxed and allowed her to explore his hair further, enjoying the feeling of her fingers in his hair.
"Yue-chan. . ." Her voice was soft, distant almost dreamy. He relaxed further, but after a few minutes, duty reasserted itself within his torn heart.
"I should get you home. . ." Her fingers placed over his mouth cut off the rest of his sentence.
"Not yet, Yue-chan. . . please, just a little longer." Sakura looked up at him, her eyes pleading for understanding.
Yue's eyes were soft as he looked at her. "Alright."
Sakura leant forward and snuggled into Yue's chest. The moon guardian's eyes went wide, then he draped his shawl over her. Sakura gripped his shirt and soon enough, Yue felt her fall asleep against him. Carefully, he eased her off the swing into his arms. After a quick glance at his surroundings, making sure that no one was there, he opened his wings and flew his mistress back to her home.