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A Hundred and One Kisses	By : Altariel Category: +. to F > Card Captor Sakura Views: 4407 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: I'm TxY fluff deprived! Self-beta-ed, so please forgive the
mistakes. R&R's appreciated though :) SPOILER
WARNING (I guess..) since this was set near the end of
the series - well, ok, at the *end* of the series.

Written for 101_kisses
themes @ LJ. Theme 01 -
Starlight

Disclaimer: Card Captor Sakura is owned by
CLAMP and as much as I would want to claim Touya and
Yuki all to myself, CLAMP owns them too. Boohoo. That is why I�m stuck doing
just this.

Translations: Damare - stop, Chigau yo - No,
it's not; that's not it., Demo - But

Touya was irritated. And bored.
But mostly irritated.

If it weren�t for Sakura, he wouldn�t have gone to this party at all � because
there was no way he would subject himself openly to more of Akizuki�s
torturous doting, since seeing (and avoiding) her at school everyday was
enough. The only reason he had dropped by tonight, a reason he�d repeatedly
convinced himself as justifiably satisfactory to have him endure being
at the same room with Nakuru again, was because that
*gaki* was here and there was *definitely* no way he
would leave his sister alone with him.

Over-protectiveness be damned, as he glared across the
table at Syaoran, who was currently stealing glances
at Sakura, blushing profusely and completely oblivious to the invisible daggers
shooting out of Touya�s deep-brown eyes. Had they
been real knives, that brat would have had lots of holes in various places of
his body right now.

Anyway, that enigmatic classmate of Sakura�s � Eriol,
his name, wasn�t it? That supposedly reincarnation of the magician Clow Reed � had personally called and invited him to this
little get together, considering that, Touya had
already known about the magic and the Cards his sister had been capturing and
transforming for the past year. As well as, if not more significantly, his
personal and rather close �acquaintance� with one of her Guardians.

Certainly, not that one who had been pretending, quite unsuccessfully, to be a
stuffed plushie all this time, and was now stuffing
his minute body with every piece of sweets and pastry laid on the table.

No. The other Guardian. The one whose skin was of
angelic, almost transparent paleness; whose long,
silvery wisps of hair pooled gently around him as though they were an extension
of his wings. And whose silver-blue cat-like eyes that would otherwise scare a
person with their steely coldness, captivated Touya
with their mystery.

But it wasn't Yue he's been closely acquainted with. Not really. Since they'd
only met a couple of times, and they really didn't have much to talk about
anyway, except when the unspoken vow that Yue would protect the people most
important to Touya was made.
And that had included the person he gave up his powers to. He did it for his
best friend, for Yuki.

And speaking of which, where was Yuki? He had earlier excused himself from the
on-going party, muttering something about calling his grandparents to inform
them that he�ll be coming home late. Touya checked
his watch. It had been almost half an hour ago when Yukito
went out, how long does it take to make one brief phone call?

Ignoring the slight fluttering of butterflies in his stomach, he stood up and
excused himself from the table. (To which Nakuru let
out a banshee-sort-of whine that sounded something like his name and some
pestering questions about where he was going.) As he rounded the long table,
his eyes met with, at first Eriol�s, who gave him a
knowing, enigmatic nod, and then Kaho�s, who smiled
warmly at him. Touya gave her a small smile, before
slipping out of the room.

He then stood frozen in the middle of the dimly lit corridor, suddenly at a
loss, literally and figuratively. How the heck was he supposed to find Yuki in
this big, creepy house? Kicking himself mentally for not asking directions, he
walked, with uncertain steps, the rest of the length of the hallway, cautiously
peering into rooms for any sign of his best friend, but without much luck or
success.

As he moved across the living room, he noticed the French doors that led to the
garden were open. And so, taking the chance, Touya
stepped outside.

It was a pleasant evening. The crisp, spring air felt both warm and cool to his
skin, and a gentle breeze ruffled his hair lightly as if in greeting. The moon
glowed serenely, surrounded by glittering stars that bedecked the dark sky and
twinkled flirtatiously above him.

He finally found Yuki: perched comfortably on the low roof of the mansion,
leaning on his arms as he looked up the sky � he�d probably gotten there
because of Yue. Even from where Touya was standing,
he could tell that his friend was brooding about something, amber eyes staring
blankly into the space. Touya rarely saw him in this
pensive mood, it was more likely Yue�s temperament,
and it made the butterflies in his stomach flutter their wings quite more
furiously.

�Hey, Yuki.� He hoped Yuki wasn�t too lost in his
thoughts.

The Snow-bunny immediately withdrew his blank gaze away from the sky and upon
recognizing Touya, he smiled sheepishly at him. �To-ya! Sorry, I was just�well,
the sky looked beautiful tonight and I thought��

Touya frowned at him. �You had me worried for a
while. Mind if I join you?�

�No, not at all.� Yuki replied, patting the space
beside him. �Can you come up?�

Using the trees around the yard, Touya managed to
haul himself onto the roof. With a few careful steps, he gingerly sat beside
Yuki, who had resumed his empty contemplation of the night sky. Touya certainly wasn�t used to this side of his best
friend, brooding and serious � that was him, not Yuki. Yuki was always the
cheerful and easy-going one, even when something�s troubling him, Yuki would
still manage a smile and brush it off lightly, he never let it get to him.

�The stars are beautiful, aren�t they?� Yuki spoke softly after a while.

�Mm.� Although it sounded more like a rhetorical
question rather than inquiry, Touya nodded his reply.
Perhaps he was mistaken. Perhaps Yuki had really gone up here to do some
stargazing, he likes to do that lot anyway.

�But they don�t really exist, do they?� Yuki continued in that same gentle
voice, but his tone sounded heavy with a shadowed emotion.

There they were again � the butterflies in his stomach, flying about in a
flurry. Touya did not answer Yuki immediately. He
could only look at his friend, puzzled by his words. What does he mean by 'they
do not exist'?

And as if Yuki read his thoughts, which was probably what happened anyway, he
explained, �I mean, what we see as their light� they�re just remnants of their
existence, aren�t they?�

Light? Remnants of their existence?
Slowly, Touya began to understand what his friend was
alluding to. �Yuki��

�The real stars � the real hot balls of fire, they died already� a long, long
time ago.� This time, Yuki did not hide the sadness in his voice, and this made
Touya, if possible, more uneasy.

�And their light that now reached us,� Yuki continued to relate in that
melancholy tone, "were pretend lights, glistening indifferently, deceiving
us with their false impression of life��

�Yuki�� Although he grasped the idea of what Yuki was saying, admittedly, he
could not quite understand it. Even though he wanted to.
Badly. Unconsciously, Touya
reached out for Yuki�s hand - they were trembling slightly. Perhaps he�d be
able to channel some of his aura to Touya and Touya would at least, be able to understand.

But there was nothing. Touya had never felt so
helpless.

�I� Tsukishiro Yukito
doesn�t really exist, does he?� Yuki turned his head away from him, and Touya felt a bead of warm liquid drop on the back of his palm.
�He�s just a false form of the Guardian, an outer shell to hide the Guardian's
true self��

�Damare. Yuki, damare.� Touya gave Yuki�s hand a squeeze. �Chigau yo. I
never thought - even once, that you were merely a false or borrowed form of the
Moon Guardian.�

Tears were now rolling down Yukito�s cheeks, but he
still refused to meet Touya�s eyes. �Demo��

�Listen to me, Yuki,� Touya prayed for strength, he
had lost his magic but he was hoping that at least there was something within
him that would provide him with strength, because he was not exactly sure what
to say, he never did.

�If you didn�t--� Touya hesitated. He squeezed Yuki�s
hand again, as he silently cried out for strength, �If you didn�t, then� how
else can you explain this� this feeling?�

Slowly, Yuki turned his head and gazed at Touya, it
was now his turn to look puzzled.

Touya swallowed nervously, he knew that there was a
slight blush coloring his cheeks.

�Before, when Yue didn�t have enough magic to survive and you began to
disappear, I was�� Touya felt his heart pounding in
his ears, �I had been worried to death. I didn�t want you to vanish, Yuki� that
is why, I gave up my magic for Yue. He can protect Sakura better than I can�
and also��

This was it. He prayed for strength, and yet Touya
felt so utterly vulnerable right now. �So, you won�t leave me��

It wasn�t the first time that Touya had said this to
Yuki, he�d already told him then, when he had just given up his magic, that it
doesn�t matter what Yuki was as long as they can be together. But perhaps, now,
Yuki finally realized the deep emotion behind Touya�s
words, as his hazel eyes grew round in mild surprise.

�If you didn�t exist, then how come I think about you all the time?� Touya drew closer to Yuki. Words were now flowing out of Touya�s mouth, and he knew they cannot
be stopped. They were only a breath away.

�To-ya��

�How come� Tell me, Yuki, tell me if this doesn�t feel real to you�� Touya brought his lips to press
against Yuki�s, lightly, softly. For Touya, in this
moment, nothing else was real except Yuki. And the wonderful,
addictive feeling of being surrounded by him. It didn�t even matter for
a second whether Yuki would respond or not, all he wanted was for this moment
to last forever�

Then gently, timidly, Yuki parted his lips and allowed Touya
to suck on them. Yuki need not say anything to confirm that he understood. A
cold hand moved tentatively over his shoulder to his neck, pulling Touya closer and deeper into the kiss.

Whether the world around them was real or not, it simply melted away.
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