Today's my B-Day!! Wee! And since there's still one more month till an update, I decided to do a drabble about myself! Weather I made it up or it's real it up to you. ;P

Their Life in My Hands

I knew I was dreaming. After all, I could never come to Yuko's shop in real life But then again, like she said in the manga, reality is defined only by what you see. So maybe I could make her shop part of my reality too? I shook my head, those thoughts spinning in my head. This was a dream, not a philosophical debate! I took a deep breath and stepped though the wooden gate tipped with crescent moons. Butterflies played in the grass. I herd yelling and giggling in the backyard. I followed the sound to the backyard. She lounged under an umbrella, wearing dark denim short, frayed at the hem of the pant legs, and a cream-colored halter top. Her night black hair was up in a ponytail, lavender wedges dangling on her feet. Her nails were painted blood red, while he lips were a soft pink. I turned her head to me as Watanuki poured her some chilled sake.

"I was wondering when you'd come." she said lazily. Watanuki looked up in shock.

"O-Oh!" He was surprised. I didn't exactly look like most of Yuko's clients. I had on my pajamas - long black pants with tiny, white poka dots all over with a matching, sleeveless deep V-neck top. I dark brown hair was messy from sleeping - well, I was still sleeping but - and my dark brown eyes were blinded by the sun.

"Get her some water Watanuki-kun; she won't drink anything else." Yuko commanded.

"Ah! Right!" Wata-kun raced off to the kitchen.

"Sit." she said, indicating a wicker chair with a black cushion on top. I obeyed and sat. The black Mokona came over and bounced into my hand. Maru and Moro were still trying to catch some of the butterflies fluttering about. I giggled and petted Mokona.

"You're even smaller and cuter in person!" I thrilled happily. Mokona giggled, blushing, and nuzzled my cheek.

"Your name?" Yuko asked. I turned to her.

"Icy"

"That's not your true name, is it?" I shook my head.

"Here you go." Wata-kun said, handing me a tall glass filled with perfectly clear ice water.

"Thanks Kimihiro." I said.

"Eh?! How'd you know my name?!!" Yuko laughed and Wata-kun's movements. I tried not to laugh but couldn't help it.

"The fact that you're here, which is no small feet considering your world's circumstances, means you have a wish." Yuko took a sip of her chilled sake.

"I probably do have a wish, or even wishes, but I don't know them." I said honesty. A smile crossed the witch's pale lips.

"You understand yourself very little, but understand others very well, don't you?" I nodded. Kimihiro just looked between us, confused.

"I...I think ...want to ask a question, actually. and only you can answer it." I finally said. She nodded.

"There's a price, depending on what the question is." she said.

"Alright."

"And your question?"

"I was wondering...I know that there are many worlds. And I was wondering...when you write a book, or a fanfiction, or draw a manga, do those stories...come into being in another dimension?" Silence. Maru and Moro had stopped chasing butterflies and were staring at me. Finally...

"Yes. Worlds are created from the imagination of others. Those who believe in what they write, if they nurture it, the world becomes a reality. What happens after the book closes is another matter. When you write, you hold the life of the characters in you hand; you are playing God. That is why you must be careful what you write, just like speaking. Very few people want to accept that, and simply ignore it. It is the writers who realize how valuable they are to the creatures that they create that will truly be content." I was silent, absorbing everything.

"And my price?" I asked, swallowing hard.

"You price...will be to see."

"Huh?"

"Your price to to able to see with your own eyes the characters of others and those you created yourself. And you may never tell anyone." I realized with a start how heavy the burden of the price.

"You're going to write another chapter?" Fai asked. I nodded. "You're trembling."

"I know."

"Get over it already. You write almost every day!" a gruff voice said. I turned to glare at Kurogane. He sat on the opposite chair, plugged into my MP3 player. I had met Kuro and Fai, or rather Yuui, 2 years ago. They were good friends of mine now.

"Ignore Kuro-pin. He's just grumpy." Yuui reassured.

"Isn't he always grumpy?"

"I can hear you you know." Kuro growled. Yuui and I laughed. I herd my mom coming downstairs and I stopped.

"We're leaving for the mall in an hour." she said.

"'Kay." She closed the door. Of course, she couldn't see Yuui or Kuro. Only I could, as part of my price to Yuko. It was my blessing and curse. I began to write. It was like breathing to me now; easy and needed. But I knew what risks I took doing so. I held Yuui and Kuro's life in my hands, as well as the white Mokona, Sakura's, Syaoran's, and Tomoyo's, as well as my own characters, Selena. I scared me that I had so much power. Many people don't realize what power they have over reality. I do. But if I ever tell anyone, they'd probably put me in the nut house. So I keep silent and write, holding everyone's life in my hands. So I can't help but wonder who holds my life? I didn't want to know.

As I sat in front of the computer, I trembled. I was always a bit afraid to write. I had made my request to Yuko a little over 3 years ago. I loved to write, but now I knew the possible consequences.