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storypaint) wrote2006-08-28 02:49 pm
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[Cardcaptor Sakura] Christmas (Yue, Yukito, Sakura gen)
Title: Christmas
Fandom: Cardcaptor Sakura
Length: 548 words
Pairing: Yue/Yukito & Sakura gen
Prompt: n/a
Other: Written after watching Episode 35: Sakura's Wonderful Christmas.
Excerpt: One day many years ago my false form told the mistress that he enjoyed spending his birthday with her. It became our tradition.
"Sakura-chan," he said, "I would like to come again next year."
~
It was that day again, the day I had to force myself back into my false form and let my mistress pretend to be a child again. It was Christmas.
Since Touya died (which is easy for me to say, for I never formed an attachment to any human, not really, I promise), I had not been Yukito. In his pain he was content to sleep. I have protected the mistress, as I am bound to do, and have dreamed of those long gone days with Clow, and how it was and will never again be.
One day many years ago my false form told the mistress that he enjoyed spending his birthday with her. It became our tradition. My heart was still cold as ice, she complained sometimes when she felt lonely. We buried her beloved only a few years after Touya. It was a blessing and a curse that the wielder of the Clow Cards lived as long as they needed to-- as long as it took to choose a successor and pull strings and play with fate. Clow had done these things easily, but she used much more thought and caution than he did, and in consequence, the years slipped away. She still looked young, like Clow always did, but I knew the weight of years she felt and how much heavier the world felt to me, the faithful one who has been without his creator for centuries now.
Each day passed, it always did, and it was December 25th, and on this day Yukito always took Sakura-sama to the amusement park, and they rode the ferris wheel, and she gave him a gift. In my spare bedroom, there was no ornamentation-- what use did I have for it?-- except for those gifts. At first I tried to put them away, but when I woke they always seemed to be back. I slept now, something I had rarely done when Clow was alive, but the mistress did not always need me at her side and it was an acceptable way to pass the time. Wasn't I always passing time until this day came around again?
Like it felt my thoughts, the first gift, that silly doll that looked so much like my false form, fell to the floor from its shelf. I leaned down, picked it up, and squeezed the little plush. That day it had begun.
Carefully I set it back on the shelf and went out the door, transforming as I went. That day it had begun, and only the Mistress knew when these days would end and I would be removed cruelly from yet another master, to begin the cycle again. Next time, perhaps, I wouldn't trust the little master or mistress. Perhaps I would win Final Judgment. But I doubted it, knowing the Mistress.
Knowing her as I knew her, as only I and Kero keow her now, and Yukito. My heart seemed cold as ice, she complained, but she shouldn't. That little plush doll sometimes reminded me to be human, and that was what she wanted from me.
It is December 25th, Yukito's (143rd, I believe) birthday, and tonight we were going to ride the ferris wheel again.
Fandom: Cardcaptor Sakura
Length: 548 words
Pairing: Yue/Yukito & Sakura gen
Prompt: n/a
Other: Written after watching Episode 35: Sakura's Wonderful Christmas.
Excerpt: One day many years ago my false form told the mistress that he enjoyed spending his birthday with her. It became our tradition.
"Sakura-chan," he said, "I would like to come again next year."
~
It was that day again, the day I had to force myself back into my false form and let my mistress pretend to be a child again. It was Christmas.
Since Touya died (which is easy for me to say, for I never formed an attachment to any human, not really, I promise), I had not been Yukito. In his pain he was content to sleep. I have protected the mistress, as I am bound to do, and have dreamed of those long gone days with Clow, and how it was and will never again be.
One day many years ago my false form told the mistress that he enjoyed spending his birthday with her. It became our tradition. My heart was still cold as ice, she complained sometimes when she felt lonely. We buried her beloved only a few years after Touya. It was a blessing and a curse that the wielder of the Clow Cards lived as long as they needed to-- as long as it took to choose a successor and pull strings and play with fate. Clow had done these things easily, but she used much more thought and caution than he did, and in consequence, the years slipped away. She still looked young, like Clow always did, but I knew the weight of years she felt and how much heavier the world felt to me, the faithful one who has been without his creator for centuries now.
Each day passed, it always did, and it was December 25th, and on this day Yukito always took Sakura-sama to the amusement park, and they rode the ferris wheel, and she gave him a gift. In my spare bedroom, there was no ornamentation-- what use did I have for it?-- except for those gifts. At first I tried to put them away, but when I woke they always seemed to be back. I slept now, something I had rarely done when Clow was alive, but the mistress did not always need me at her side and it was an acceptable way to pass the time. Wasn't I always passing time until this day came around again?
Like it felt my thoughts, the first gift, that silly doll that looked so much like my false form, fell to the floor from its shelf. I leaned down, picked it up, and squeezed the little plush. That day it had begun.
Carefully I set it back on the shelf and went out the door, transforming as I went. That day it had begun, and only the Mistress knew when these days would end and I would be removed cruelly from yet another master, to begin the cycle again. Next time, perhaps, I wouldn't trust the little master or mistress. Perhaps I would win Final Judgment. But I doubted it, knowing the Mistress.
Knowing her as I knew her, as only I and Kero keow her now, and Yukito. My heart seemed cold as ice, she complained, but she shouldn't. That little plush doll sometimes reminded me to be human, and that was what she wanted from me.
It is December 25th, Yukito's (143rd, I believe) birthday, and tonight we were going to ride the ferris wheel again.