Well, Hello and welcome to my Little World of Weirdness!

I state for the record that, despite the fact I really, really wish I did, I don't own any of the official characters that will grace this story; it's all CLAMP's! Always has been, always will be! I *DO*, however, own Marcibay Hilligans and Hei-ying Reed!! I also own Mystrasa Kyree, and the Dragon isn't mine, it's on loan from my good friend, the Blue Goo! And what the heck . . . I own the mansion as well! [Laughs] Also I don't pretend to have any Mastery over the language of Japanese or any clue as to correct grammatical structure. I put it in and hope it gets across the point I'm trying to make! And I don't pretend to be able to write any sort of accents so please don't hate me!

"Speaking"

*Stress/emphasis*

//Thinking//

In This Tainted Soul . . .

By Dr Megalomania.

Part Twenty-Four: . . . Have An End?

[P.S. I do own the Phrase 'Every Story . . .', it's from my little mind, okay? Thank you for reading this, you can't believe how grateful I am for every single review, I thank you very much, and hope this is a suitable NON-ending to this story for you, Also Please don't forget to R&R!!]

**** IN THE TIME AFTER THE CARDCAPTOR****

Fujitaka looked at his watch.

He shouldn't be doing this; he had a son a year *younger* than the student he was meeting. Sakura was just a few years younger than the new student, the gap between them could easily make them brother and sister. He closed his eyes, he *really* shouldn't be here.

Oh, but the student was very, very handsome. The instant the transfer student had entered the room; his unusual jade eyes had drawn Fujitaka. He knew the transfer student, who had arrived recently from England, had felt *something* too. He had offered to do every little chore, even went out of his way to bring Fujitaka coffee and snacks. Fujitaka smiled, the boy was very, very good at his studies as well, and it was always a pleasure to teach him. But that was what was getting to Fujitaka, he was dating one of his students again, not only that but he was dating one of his *male* students. He shook his head, and, despite knowing it was cruel, turned to leave.

"Kinomoto-sensei . . .?" Fujitaka opened his eyes; the transfer student was standing just behind him. "I apologise for being late . . ."

"It's all right."

"Were you about to leave?" The boy held up a small picnic basket, "I thought you might like something to eat . . . it's rather late."

It was ten o'clock in the night, his children had been told he was going to stay late at the university. Fujitaka sighed slightly, he had lied to them, he was actually was in the Tsukimine Shrine, meeting one of his male students. "Yes, it is . . . I am a bit hungry . . ." He smiled, "Shall we find somewhere to eat, Tsukishiro-kun?"

The jade-eyed student smiled again, "Of course."

Tsukishiro, Fujitaka noticed looked very much like Touya's best friend and lover, Yukito. Fujitaka was still coming to terms with the fact that Yukito had another personality, Yue. But as long as they were happy together, Fujitaka didn't mind the contented threesome. Although, sometimes Fujitaka would feel a slight bit of regret whenever he caught Yue. The angel wasn't very comfortable around him, and he wondered what his apparent past life had done to him.

"You seem very deep in thought, Kinomoto-sensei . . ." Tsukishiro remarked gently.

Fujitaka smiled at him, the boy was always so formal. Grabbing Tsukishiro's hand, Fujitaka paused. "Please call me Fujitaka . . .?"

The jade eyed boy blushed under his deep brown hair, Fujitaka blinked, it was even in the same style as Yukito's, he frowned slightly, there was something odd about this . . .

"Only . . ." Tsukishiro started, then looked up suddenly, he glanced at a nearby pond. "Come with me?" Fujitaka allowed himself to be pulled over to the water's edge, as they knelt, Tsukishiro clasped Fujitaka's hands and smiled, "Only if you call me Yukito."

"Eh-?" Fujitaka looked at him, "Tsukishiro Yukito? . . . But your name on the register . . ."

"Hai!" Tsukishiro blushed slightly, "It's my middle name, I don't allow many to use my first name, 'Yukito'" He chuckled at some old memory, "It was a gift to me . . ."

Fujitaka was shocked, and tried hard not to show Tsukishiro this, "My son has a . . . friend called the exact same thing . . ."

The smile on Yukito's face grew slightly, "Does he really? Good . . ." He leaned over the water, and whispered to his reflection. "That makes my job so much easier."

Fujitaka leant over the water, and gasped. The reflection wasn't his own; it wasn't even a night in the reflection, with a bright blue sky above him, a strange man looked back at Fujitaka. He laughed as Fujitaka sat up suddenly.

"What is that?"

Yukito looked at him, "His name was Clow Reed . . . I loved him so very much . . ."

"You loved him?" Fujitaka glanced at the water, "Who are you?"

"Look into the water . . . and you will find out . . ."

Fujitaka leaned towards the water, there was something moving under the surface. "What is that?" When Yukito didn't answer, he looked up. The wide-eyed, brown haired boy had been replaced by a Dragon-winged humanoid, with jet-black hair.

Fujitaka gasped as some of his previous life's memory pushed it's way forward with alarm and panic. "Hei-ying!"

"Hello Clow . . ." Hei-ying's single jade eye was bright with happiness as he started to reach forward, to press his cold, pale hand against Fujitaka's cheek. "I love you . . ."

Fujitaka didn't have enough time to draw a second breath as something scaly wrapped around his neck, and dragged him into the pond. Hei-ying stood and stepped over the water, he watched as the sun guardian of his new Mistress held Fujitaka down. Fujitaka's eyes were wide as he struggled hard to get loose, bubbles of air and streams of blood starting to leak out of his mouth as the Dragon tightened his grip on his chest. Hei-ying closed his deep jade eye as he saw Fujitaka finally give up. The Dragon raised itself out of the water, "Such a feeble man . . ." It growled, "Humans are disgustingly pitiful . . ."

Hei-ying nodded as he walked back to the water bank, the Dragon held Fujitaka under the water until it had fully left the water and stood beside Hei-ying. Fujitaka's lifeless body floated on the surface of the pond, "Mistress . . .?" The Dragon called out, "He's dead."

The Mistress reappeared, nearby and stepped towards her new moon guardian, "Well done . . . Now, there is only one more to go . . . and then my foolish past life's decision will be revoked . . ." She stood near the pond, expecting something to happen. The Dragon and Hei-ying exchanged a look, before she turned, "Nothing is happening! Why hasn't this reincarnation's power come to me?" She spat at the floating body; "Of course! Clow Reed must have made sure that his powers travelled to the nearest relative! How *kind* of him!"

"He mentioned he had a son . . . Perhaps his power has gone to him . . ." Hei-ying suggested softly; he couldn't take his eyes off the body of Fujitaka. He suddenly felt an emotion he had never felt before, he didn't like the fact he had just led Fujitaka to his death. He didn't like the idea that he had just taken the life of one of Clow's reincarnations. Fujitaka had been a kind man, Hei-ying had felt this, and was completely honest with his attempts to help Fujitaka. The way Fujitaka looked at Hei-ying when he completed a difficult task was the same way Clow used to look at him. Hei-ying felt the emotion roll slightly in his heart, as he reached into the water and fished out the dead man's wallet.

"We must seek out the other and this one's son." His new Mistress walked over to him, "What are you doing?"

Hei-ying turned the soaked wallet in his hands, "I don't think I killed the right one . . ."

"This is Clow Reed's reincarnation!" His Mistress tapped her staff on the ground harshly.

"No . . . I mean . . ." Hei-ying looked at the body, a cold feeling rolling in his heart, "He had all the little things that Clow had when he was in love with me . . ."

His Mistress' pale hand crept and wound into his hair, she yanked him up quickly, "And I am all of the Clow Reed that fucked you!" His Mistress observed in a quietly dry tone, "Which would you prefer? The one who fell in love with Yue?" She hissed into his ear, singing her mocking little tune, "And then it will be, forever and always, Yue, Yue, *Yue*!!"

"No! It isn't fair!" Hei-ying eye's widened as he pushed her arm away, "I was your most---"

His Mistress let go of him and pulled him into a harsh kiss, Hei-ying wrapped his arms around her instantly. She was the one that slept with him; Fujitaka was wavering because of guilt. She smiled predatorily as she pushed Hei-ying away, "You are my most perfect creation . . ." She purred as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, "You weren't the mistake . . . that Little Sunbeam and the Little Moonbeam were . . ."

"Indeed, Mistress Kyree . . ." Hei-ying nodded, and glanced at his new brother, the sun guardian. The Dragon returned to his false form, a small Dragon with a razor blade sharp tail. The Dragon wrapped itself around his Mistress' staff, and became one with it. She tapped the staff on the ground, before turning away from him, "Hei-ying, my most precious uke . . . Find Yue and Keroberos . . ." Mystrasa Kyree smiled over her shoulder, "Where you find them . . . you will find Clow Reed's magic . . ."

Hei-ying nodded, and began his flight.

****IN THE NOW****

The flight had been long, and arduous upon his torn wing. He folded the weaker scaled appendage under the other in his habitual way. Since Keroberos had broken it, the wing had always been the weaker. His new Mistress had replaced Clow's white-feathered wings with black Dragon wings. His feet now firmly planted upon the roof, he gazed out upon the deserted street.

"Now," He murmured to no one in particular, "Where are you . . .?"

He could see through a few un-curtained windows, saw a little blonde boy playing with his toys. Probably squealing with delight, the child peered up at a much-loved parent. The sight made his lip curl with disgust. The winged being focused once more on his task; the sight of the adoring child was unsettling his cold heart. It brought once happy feelings forward, ones he had thought he had destroyed long ago. They threatened his purpose. The child looked so happy. He looked like Yue when Clow used to play with him. His eye narrowed, //NO!!// The part of him that hate had taken as it's stronghold screamed, //I want justice, I want revenge . . .//

"My dear, sweet, little brothers . . ." He giggled inanely, "Where are you? . . . come out, come out wherever you are . . ." His voice took a chilling note as he began to sing a centuries old song, that he used to sing for them, he twisted the lullaby coldly, "Little Sunbeam, Little Moonbeam . . . Where are you? . . . Little Sunbeam, Little Moonbeam . . . I've finally found you . . . " His dark jade eye settled on a single house on the corner of the road, his lips curling again this time in cold amusement. "Revenge . . . colder than the Freeze card could ever serve." He began to chuckle, his mirth twisted by the insanity he had had since childhood, and the murderous desire that had turned his black heart to ice.

His dark, scaled wings spread, and he stepped to the edge of the rooftop. The moonlight glinted off the ancient but sharp pair of scissors he had tied to his ankle.

 For a brief moment, he pressed a pale hand against the right side of his face. He brushed the longer side of his black, shiny fringe away, and pressed his hand against the hollow that was where his right eye had once resided. The eye Keroberos had claimed, during their last fight. The cold fingers trailed over to the fleshy ruins of his right ear. The ear Yue had managed to cut off, when he escaped briefly and used his icicles on Hei-ying.

"An eye for an eye, Keroberos . . ." He grinned darkly, as he pulled the fringe back over the ancient scars, hiding them once more from the world. " . . . And an ear for an ear, Yue . . ." The dark eye once again settled on the small house at the corner of the road.

"I've come to finish . . ." Hei-ying hissed, " . . . what I should have begun all those years ago . . ."

Every Story Must Have A Beginning . . . And Every Story Must Have A Middle . . . But Must Every Story . . .

. . . Have An End?

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