Oh dear…

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Note: Clow cards talk in italics, and Syaoran and Yue communicate in telepathy <>

 

Warnings: Harem fic, yes that means Syaoran will have a Harem… don’t like? Don’t read.

Chapter 47 – Yue

 

            I think I am jealous…

            I know I should not be. They are just cards like any other, magical spirits, but when Watery kissed Syaoran and Sweet smiled when she brought him breakfast and Power hugged him tightly with a smile, I couldn’t help it!

            This is completely irrational and unbecoming of me. They are simply being friendly and affectionate since he is their Master and Creator. And yet, the Clow Cards were never like this with Clow…

            Then, there is Yukito. It’s odd…  I know that he is not me, and yet…

            Sometimes he gives me this knowing look, and then shakes his head almost sadly, and… I wonder…

            Are we really that different?

            Of course, my Yukito is supposed to be different from myself, but now he’s gone, good riddance to him – he made Syaoran-sama cry after all, and it wasn’t my fault, and!

            Well, it’s no use hiding behind excuses again, but I believe that I really am jealous.

 

            I have no right to be jealous… but that does not stop the emotion from suffusing my breast with force and vehement elation…

            No matter. They are just friends… I must believe that.

 

            We’ve been here for several weeks now, but according to Time, no time has passed outside… well, only a week…

            Time does run strangely between realms.

            Time was also surprisingly friendly, he told me about Yuuko, apparently a friend of Clow’s in another dimension, who has the power to cross dimensions, for a price… she runs a store where ever wish can be granted for a price.

            A shrewd witch then, indeed…

            Syaoran-sama has one wish yet. The two he has already made are quite selfless, and he need not worry about using the third wish to go home, since once he has wished all three he may go home, but I wonder…

            Will he wish to love me? What if his wish is to forget my existence? To make me forget I ever loved him? I admit, the thought of a single wish is quite uneasy…

            In any case, we no longer have a home, do we?

            Syaoran-sama asked Erase to work on Dumbledore and the other teacher’s memories, and he has… he also got rid of the block on Professor Snape’s memories of Harry as his son.

            The old man meddles…

 

            Soon, he will regret meddling with us. He hurt Syaoran-sama, and I will avenge him, unless he forbids me to.

            I do not deserve him, and yet, he still loves me. Oh, his love wavers, and he was willing – for a second I almost thought he wanted me to leave him, but now I know better.

            He was lonely… and it didn’t help that Yukito was with Touya, of all people.

            Now, though, things are slightly different, slightly better. He changed the present with the Return card, slightly…

            It does not matter. I love seeing him smile. He ought to smile more often…

            Smile for me…please?

 

            He’s out playing with the cards again. Their laughter rings across the courtyard, and I see the people smile.

            They’re rather fond of the young Priest, and I overheard several village ladies gossiping about their daughters, but then another woman informed them that when the third wish was made, the priest had to return to his world, which made them ever so disappointed…

            Yukito sits down on the railing next to me with a frown. “You’re troubled, I see.”

            I give a slight nod.

           

            “It’s odd.” He fixes me with a smile. “I feel as if I know you, and I’ve never seen you before in my life. But Syaoran loves you, and in some strange way, I could have sworn that his affections toward me were true as well, but this makes no sense…”

            “He… what has he done with you?” That came out far harsher than I intended, but Yukito is unfazed. He laughs.

            “Nothing, but I can tell, it’s the look in his eyes when he says that I can make him happy without saying so. I think you know why, Yue, don’t you? You’re from the same world as him after all.”

            “How did you…?”

            “The cards told me.”

            “Those!” I can’t stop them though, because I have no control, no influence over them… Yukito shakes his head.

            “Can you tell me?”

 

            How can I tell him that I erased his part of me because I was angry? How can I tell him that in our world, he doesn’t exist, not really, and now his existence is gone? How do I tell him that he isn’t human, even though here, in this world, he is?

            And yet, perhaps there is Fate in this, because I cannot refuse, so I sigh and tell my tale…

            He takes the revelation surprisingly well. I’m surprised. I expected him to blame me…

 

            “It does not matter if I’m not real in your world, Yue. In this world we’re both real, aren’t we?”

            “Yes, but what does that have to do with…?”

            “This could get complicated. Don’t mistake my intentions, because I know he loves you. I’m just not sure if he loves me as well.”

            I can’t deny that Syaoran was attracted to Yukito, but I thought that was because….

            Then again, when has magic ever been a deciding factor? There’s a reason that love spells and potions and those sort don’t work forever, or any spells dealing with emotions, and I certainly did not cast any on him.

            I would have felt it if Syaoran-sama cast a love spell… and he most certainly did not on me!

            So I love him and he loves me and everything should be fine, except now that Yukito is someone else – and I don’t hate this version of Yukito, in fact, he’s quite pleasant to be around…

            How do I deal with it?

           

            “Do you love Syaoran-sama?”

            Night has fallen during my oration, I spoke far more than I intended to, and Yukito looks thoughtful, behind his glasses.

            “I’m not sure. I think so, but…”

            “I won’t stand in your way. Syaoran-sama is free to love whom he chooses.” No bitterness, oddly enough, and I don’t feel bitter…

            “I’ve dreamed of him for years, did you know? Watched him during his childhood, but the dreams stopped after he left Hong Kong…”

            “And so you grew to love him.”

            “I suppose I did.” He smiles. “I’m glad you accept me, Yue. It helps me feel better.” And then he’s in my arms and it doesn’t feel wrong, not like Touya, and maybe, this isn’t so bad after all.

            But the cards are another story.

 

End Chapter

Completed 6/6/05

Yep, first a threesome, and now… more…