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Pleasure Slave	By : Capitalist Category: +. to F > Card Captor Sakura Views: 84321 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 35
‘competition’

Li paused, sword mid-swing, to look her way in horror. “He threatened you?”
“He said he would tie me to his bed,” Sakura related quietly, knees hugged to her chest. She bit her lip self-consciously under his aghast stare. “He said Master Yue wouldn’t care no matter how much I screamed.”
“That lowlife son of a bitch.” Ooh – if he’d only been there! Li snarled and swept his blade low across the earth, neatly slicing the head off a dandelion. Sakura cringed.
“It’s alright, Syaoran, he didn’t hit me. He didn’t touch me at all.”
“Because that snake is biding his time. I don’t like the way he looks at you, Sakura, it’s too hungry.” He’d seen it too often, and thinking about it made Li sick to his stomach. “Like a scavenger just waiting for its chance.”
“But it’s okay,” Sakura reminded him, “because I’m safe. Remember? I have you here to protect me. And I’m still Master Yue’s slave; he won’t do anything as long as that’s true.”
“It still makes me nervous.” This time he thrust his blade in a direct stabbing motion, eyes narrowed. “If it was just me and him, five minutes alone, I could end it once and for all.”
“Syaoran, you can’t! Master Yue would find out, and surely make you leave the castle. Or what if he locked you up? I might never see you again.”
She was right, hard as it was to admit. Losing this job meant losing everything – the money that he needed for his family, the money that he still more needed to buy Sakura, and most importantly the only way to be with Sakura. None of that was worth risking over a worm like Ralen.
“I won’t,” he muttered grouchily. “I’ll probably regret it, at some point, but I won’t. Guess we’ll just have to keep relying on Yue as your protection.”
He didn’t even like saying it; the frustrated young warrior hated being helpless more than anything else. As long as Yue preferred her brother to her, it would be fine, but how long would that last?
“Sakura, do you know why Yue decided to take your brother instead of you?”
She shrugged and shook her head. “Onii-chan will never talk about that. I honestly don’t know any more than what the servants say.”
Li grunted. The servants, Ralen especially, all seemed to take it for granted that Yue had simply decided to amuse himself with the castle thief and would eventually have his little sister for dessert. But Li had the feeling that there was something more to it than that… something he’d heard somewhere. Maybe something he’d heard Kinomoto say? It bothered him because he was sure it was important, but for the life of him he could not remember.
“Syaoran?”
“Huh?”
“I said, it will be alright. Master Yue loves Onii-chan, I saw it last night. The way my brother was playing with his hair -”
“Thank you, I don’t need details. Saw more than enough yesterday.” It would take years to get that image out of his head, and again he crinkled his nose in disgust. Recalling the scene, though, brought to mind the other disturbing incident he’d been forced to endure.
“Sakura, is your brother psychic?”
“Say what?” She looked so taken aback he shook his head and resumed his drilling.
“Never mind. If he’s not, though, then he’s damn intuitive.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, I’d rather not be alone with him again until after I’ve bought and paid for you. He treats you more like property than Yue or Ralen.”
“Syaoran, that’s not true.” She didn’t say the words with much conviction, now concentrating on a braid in her hair. Li wondered if she really meant them.
“When you’re free, you will marry me, won’t you? Even if your brother doesn’t like it?”
“Silly.” She grinned at him without breaking her rhythm. “Nothing could keep me from marrying you.”
She had such a beautiful smile. In spite of his misgivings, Li relaxed. Everything was going to be alright after all.
“Can’t wait.”

“Toya.”
Hovering somewhere on the edge of consciousness, Touya grunted and swatted at the featherlight touch on his face.
“Nomore,” he mumbled. “-mtired, go away.”
“Shh, I am not waking you to molest your body again. I want you to drink this.”
A hand forced his mouth open, and irritably he blinked himself awake – only to flinch at the bright light flooding the room. “What time is it?”
“Quite late,” Yue replied, amused. “Perhaps we were a little too enthusiastic yesterday; you were groaning in your sleep last night from the pain. I want you to drink this tea.”
He didn’t give Touya much of an option before he was tipping the lukewarm liquid into his mouth. It was bitter and unpleasant, but Touya didn’t have the energy to fight him and so obediently he gulped it down.
“Good slave.”
“-mnot your slave.”
“You may go back to sleep now, you need your rest. I will see you tonight.” His eyes had already fallen shut again, but he felt the soft warmth of Yue’s lips pressed to his brow. The feeling was cozy. When he slipped into sleep again, he was smiling.

The long hot morning turned into a long hot afternoon, and Sakura kept yawning during her stretches. A nap might be in order; especially since, after all, she had no reason to expect any visitors for a while. So she was awfully confused to hear multiple footsteps approaching her cage, and she almost couldn’t believe it when she saw who’d come.
“Tomoyo!”
“Good afternoon, Sakura,” her friend replied politely, looking a bit pink in the face and waving a lace fan. “It appears my reception today is a little cooler than usual.”
She threw a perceptive look at Ralen’s vicious scowl, and Sakura almost flinched at the seething malice in his eyes. Yue promised Tomoyo could visit, though, and timorously she clung to his word.
“Yes, Tomoyo, there’s been… some changes.”
Ralen unlocked her door and opened it with a flourish, blatantly false smile pinned to his face. “Your guest awaits, slave. Of course, I will have tea sent up directly.”
The bizarre contrast between his polished tone and the nasty glitter in his eyes was unsettling, and Sakura had to look away. It seemed pointless to say anything like ‘thank you’ when it was obvious he took no pleasure in this task, so instead she clutched at Tomoyo’s hand and started walking.
“What’s this?” her startled friend asked. “What’s going on?”
“I’ll explain in just a little while,” Sakura promised, and eagerly tugged her forward. Not until they’d reached the privacy of the tea room and Sakura had shut the door behind her did she relax.
“Sakura, what is all this?”
“Oh, Tomoyo, I have the best news!” Sakura leapt on the other girl with a hug, beaming. “You just won’t believe it! Last night I went to Master Yue and asked permission for your visits! I really should have done that a long time ago but I was always so nervous around him, and then something happened and I realized I didn’t have reason to be nervous, so I just asked! And he said yes! It made Ralen terribly angry of course, but now you can come whenever you like and it’s alright! We don’t have to do those things for Ralen anymore!”
Sakura had to pause for breath after such a long-winded and excited relay of the news, and Tomoyo looked a bit stunned.
“You mean, no more performances? You have your master’s approval?”
“Yes, for forever, he said!”
“Oh.” For a fleeting moment Sakura thought she saw a disappointed look cross Tomoyo’s face, but then she smiled and the moment was gone. “What a relief for you, Sakura. I know how you hated them. I’m very happy for you.”
“It is wonderful.” Sakura flopped down on the sofa with a contented sigh. “It’s so nice to see you and just be able to talk, like a normal friend. But I was surprised, to see you here. It’s only been a week.”
“Yes, I know, and Jereth really isn’t happy about it at all.” Tomoyo joined her on the cushions, repinning some loose strands of hair up off her neck. “I could not get him to agree to a full day off, and I was forced to ride up here in the hot midday sunshine. But I’d heard your heart was broken; I couldn’t bear to stay away and leave you all alone.”
“Oh, Tomoyo.” Sakura flushed with gratitude for her concern. “How did you hear? Was it Meilin?”
“Yes. She came right to the slave house from this castle, covered in bruises and bleeding from the mouth. I thought she’d been attacked by bandits until she told me what happened, and I was horrified. Sakura, I’m so sorry that what happened between us became a problem for you and Mr. Li. I could hardly sleep that night.”
Sakura shook her head vehemently. “It wasn’t your fault, Tomoyo, you were only doing what you had to to see me. I should have thought about his feelings, I never meant to hurt him so badly. But even though it was terrible, I’m still kinda glad it happened.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because Syaoran still realized in the end that he loves me,” Sakura explained, blushing but grinning like crazy. “He knows what I’ve done as a slave but still says he wants to be with me. Do you know what a wonderful feeling that was? I think if you’ve seen the worst of a person and can still care for them, that must be true love.”
“Yes, I think so too.”
“And oh! Guess what? He asked me to marry him!”
Tomoyo dropped her fan. “He what?”
“Proposed!” Sakura gushed, almost bouncing on the cushion in her excitement. It was her first chance to share the news and she was almost dizzy with delight for it. “He told me he wasn’t ashamed of me, didn’t care that I was a slave, and wants me to go to his home and meet his mother! We’re going to get married.”
Tomoyo’s mouth kept falling open, looking absolutely dumbfounded. “But Sakura, you’re a slave.”
“He promised to save his money, as much as he can, and when he has enough he’ll offer to buy me from Master Yue. Isn’t it wonderful?”
A knock came at the door and a servant entered, left a tray on the table, and departed. Tomoyo waited until the latch had clicked to speak. “Sakura, Lord Yue spent two hundred gold nobles on you. Do you really think -”
“I know it might take a while, but that’s alright. As long as I can see Syaoran every day, I can wait for as long as I have to. Master Yue only wants Onii-chan.”
“Well.” Tomoyo sat back against the cushions, eyes a bit glassy. “It seems quite a lot has happened.”
“Oh yes. So many good things. Syaoran and I are going to get married, and Master Yue and Onii-chan are together again. I don’t know what happened to make my brother forgive Master Yue, but I saw them last night and they seemed very happy. Everything is right with the world again.”
“You should be careful when you say things like that, Sakura. Fortune has a way of turning on you when you least expect it.”
“You’re right.” Sakura ducked her head, but she couldn’t stop smiling and she knew it. They’d all just gone through so much and came out fine; what else could possibly happen? Humming, she poured two cups of tea.
“Milk?”
“Yes please, Sakura, and rather a lot of it. I’d like my tea not so hot, on a day like today.”
Fanning herself again, Tomoyo accepted a teacup that was half milk and nodded her head in gracious thanks.
“Tomoyo, you shouldn’t have rushed up here in weather like this. I feel so bad.”
“Nonsense, Sakura, you are my trainee. I still feel a little responsible for you, you know. It’s the least I can do to come and comfort you in hard times.”
“You’re such a good friend. You should tell me if you’re ever having a hard time, and I’ll do anything I can to help.”
“I hope that won’t happen, Sakura, but the offer is much appreciated.”
“Have you ever been in love, Tomoyo? Did you ever have your heart broken?”
“Only once.” Tomoyo’s lips quirked up in a smile, then she took Sakura’s hand in her own. “By the way, Sakura, may I ask a favor?”
“Of course!”
“When your knight in shining armor has purchased your freedom, and you do marry, would you do me the honor of allowing me to design your wedding dress?”
“What? My dress?”
“Yes.” Tomoyo’s smile turned wistful. “It’s become a hobby of mine since I became trainer, putting this and that together to make new dresses, and I’m rather proud of it. If you were to get married, and spend the happiest day of your life in clothing that I made for you, that would make me very happy indeed. You would look beautiful no matter what, but I’d do my best to make something really special.”
“Tomoyo, that’s so kind of you. Are you sure it wouldn’t be any trouble?”
“For you? No, it would be my pleasure to sew the perfect bridal gown. Please say yes.”
“Oh, of course yes! Tomoyo, you’re the best!” Again she hugged her friend, sure she would burst with happiness. Tomoyo was smiling when they drew apart.
“And now I think I should be going.”
“What? But you just got here!”
“I know, but I was only able to get a few hours from Jereth. And if I don’t leave soon I’ll be traveling in dusk, which is rather dangerous if your last name is not Li. Don’t worry, I’ll return as soon as I can. Perhaps I can bring a few dress sketches with me – discreetly, of course.”
“I look forward to it!”
Reveling in her brief freedom, Sakura walked Tomoyo to the front entrance of the castle. They informed a passing guardsman that Dumpling needed to be brought around, and then Tomoyo turned to face her.
“Sakura…”
“Yes?”
“Perhaps I might ask for one other favor.”
“Anything.”
“You have permission from your master to receive guests, and that’s wonderful. But… I didn’t know that the last time we kissed would be the last time we kissed. If it’s not too much trouble, I would ask you for just one more. A goodbye kiss, if you will.”
Now it was Sakura’s turn to be taken aback. Tomoyo’s expression, always so calm and guarded, looked almost pleading. For just a moment, Sakura nearly glimpsed the true nature of her trainer’s feelings and what could have been. Nearly – but didn’t. Tomoyo was, after all, her friend.
The kiss was soft and sweet. It would be the last time she ever kissed Tomoyo, the one who taught her how, and so it was fitting that it happened in private without Ralen’s sneering audience. In some way Sakura would always miss what Tomoyo could offer, but Tomoyo was not Syaoran and it was Syaoran that she loved. Tomoyo pulled away from the kiss first.
“Thank you, Sakura. Now, do have a good evening. I shall see you soon.” Graciously she nodded and turned, popping open her parasol in one smooth and fluid motion.
“Goodbye, Tomoyo.” Softer, more quietly, she added, “And thank you.”

Tomoyo was not really surprised to see that the man leading Dumpling from the stables was Sakura’s new fiance. Doubtless he’d learned by now what her horse looked like, and knew she was here. Chin held high, she reached for the reins with a frosty, “Thank you, sir.”
He didn’t let go.
“Mad at me, are you? Can’t say I’m surprised, after what happened with Meilin. I’m betting she’s the one you heard it all from.”
Tomoyo glanced over her shoulder, confirming that Sakura had already disappeared back inside the castle.
“I’m not angry with you because of anything Meilin said. I’m angry because you ignored me. I told you Sakura had been through too much trauma to be treated badly by anyone else.”
Again she tried to tug on the bridle, unsuccessfully. Dumpling snorted with displeasure.
“You’re right.”
“Oh?”
“I did ignore you, and I almost lost her because of it. I’ve got another chance, though, and I don’t intend to lose her again.”
“That’s lovely. May I please have my horse now?”
He stepped closer, much closer than Tomoyo was comfortable with. She barely reached his shoulder and his effortless control over her horse declared his strength unconsciously. Tomoyo had wondered before what Sakura saw in this rough-shaven stablehand, and she wondered again now. “How close were you to being my competition? Really?”
“That is not for me to say,” Tomoyo answered honestly. “Only Sakura could tell you that.”
“So you do love her.”
“My feelings don’t matter in this, Mr. Li. All that do matter are her feelings, and her happiness. If she can find true happiness with you, then that is all that I want.” She gave up trying to take Dumpling’s head and simply mounted her horse, but his firm hands kept the horse still when she tried to prod her forward.
“She calls you her best friend, you know. She told me she wouldn’t have survived those days in Terriene without you.”
“I did what I could.”
“Then I’ll say thank you.”
That surprised Tomoyo out of her annoyance, and the mare quieted underneath her when she looked down. “For what?”
“Isn’t it obvious? I love her. So thank you for taking care of her until I could, because without you I might have never known her at all. For that, I owe you. Anything you need that I can give, or do, you only have to ask. You know where to find me.”
He didn’t seem to be expecting an acknowledgement. Finally he released his grip and slapped Dumpling lightly on the flank, a signal that her horse obeyed instantly without any direction from her. Lightly they trotted out the courtyard and through the gate, before Tomoyo settled herself in the saddle for a long ride home.
“Perhaps…” she mused, “Sakura made a good choice after all.”

Yue worried about his slave, him and his fragile human body. He’d been in pain throughout the night, that was obvious, but after drinking a painkiller he fell into a deeper sleep and spent most of the day that way. When Yue returned in the evening, he was gone. If he could still get up and walk to dinner, then he must be alright. Relieved, he poured himself a glass of wine and settled into his chair to wait.
Eventually Touya limped back into the room and went straight to the bed, collapsing with a slight groan over its sheets.
“Oh Toya, are you really in so much pain? I would have ordered dinner to be brought here.”
“I’m fine,” his stubborn slave mumbled. “Knew what I was getting into. I hope you don’t think you’re getting any tonight, though.”
“Thank you, slave, but I am satisfied for the time being.”
He threw back the last of his wine and set the goblet down; when he looked up again his slave was staring at it.
“An ‘old habit’, you called it… something of a ritual. It just wasn’t your ritual, was it?”

Discomfort twinged within Yue and he turned his gaze aside, to the book resting by his chair. “Come, Toya, and read to me. It’s been so long since we’ve done that.”
A few moments passed and then Touya sat up, stifling another groan. Stiffly, he made his way to the rug and took the proffered book. He did not, however, open it.
“You read for him every night, didn’t you? I saw the picture. Why do you make me do what you did?”
“I have you read because you are my first slave that can, and I enjoy it.”
“I’m not a slave, I’m a son of a teacher. Is that why I’m still here, after all these months?” Touya’s gaze was turning darker, more troubled. “Because I have a mind? I’m not half as smart as your genius Master Clow, but I can read and write and maybe that’s close enough?”
Yue’s hands were gripping the edge of his seat without him realizing it. “Toya, do not concern yourself with things you don’t understand. Sit, and read.”
“Are you just using me to take his place?” Touya pressed. “Why am I here?”
“Because I want you!” More upset than he should have been, Yue shot to his feet with fists clenched. Touya was too Touya to be frightened, though, and he met Yue’s eyes steadily.
“Are you sure it’s me that you want?”
And now that they were so close, Yue could see more than just accusation in those dark eyes. Lurking behind it was… fear? Hurt?
“Oh, Toya… are you jealous of Clow?”
“No.” He swallowed and looked away. “…yes. You nearly killed me just for touching his things, you love him so much. How can I not be jealous?”
Hugging the book to his chest, he sank to his knees on the rug – a picture of forlorn rejection. And even though it was true Yue loved Clow the most, would always love Clow the most, his heart swelled to think that Touya was jealous. Just knowing it sent a thrill through his bloodstream and wiped away any anger at Touya’s words.
Beside his slave he knelt, and laid a tender hand on his shoulder.
“What would you have me do, Toya? The past cannot be undone.”
“I know.”
“I am sorry for what I did. I told you that, and I was sincere. I love Clow with all my soul, but those were only his things. You are more important to me than things.”
“How do I know that?”
“If I have to, I will prove it to you.”

Touya could hardly believe he was standing in front of this door again. It hadn’t been two weeks since he was last here but so much had happened it seemed like months, and his memories of this place were not pleasant. Yue pressed a hand reverently against the wood, looking as though he was steeling himself to a difficult task.
“We don’t have to do this. I am not going to make you do this.”
“You have already forced me to speak his name, which I had not done for over a hundred years, and reveal the past I shared with him. Entering his room is only another step.”
A melancholy regret crossed his expression. “Perhaps if I’d had the courage to come here myself, I would not have been so angry to find you had done it. Until last week, I had not been in here since the day after his death.”
The latch clicked and the door opened, the dusty stairwell now almost hidden in darkness. Touya’s neck prickled at the return of that feeling.
“You first.”
“There’s no need to be frightened, Toya. What you feel is the echo of his magical presence. It won’t hurt you.”
Touya wasn’t so sure, but Yue had already taken his hand and started forward. Yue could see in the dark and navigated the steps with little trouble, but Touya stumbled and found himself holding on to Yue’s hand more tightly than was really acceptable for a grown man. Up top, at least, the many windows allowed in so much moonlight that once his eyes had adjusted he could see fine. Here he was again, with Yue, in the place that nearly destroyed him.
It wasn’t easy for Yue either, he decided, watching him struggle to keep breathing and his chin held high and proud.
“Maybe this was not a good idea.”
“No, Toya, it’s something I must do. For so many years I was afraid of this place… perhaps because I thought if I came in here, I would cling to his presence and never want to leave again. And that I could not do if I was to protect this castle.”
His hand pulled away from Touya’s as he moved towards the bed; gingerly he touched the old robe that had been left lying there. “This one was his favorite. He wore it almost every night.”
Wore it to bed, then. Was it there on those sheets that Clow took Yue, taught him to kiss? Massage? Make love?
Touya turned away from the bed, and to the shelves. “What are all these books? Why aren’t they in the library?”
“His personal sorcery collection,” Yue answered. “They were his favorite references, and he always kept them close by. That one you’re touching, he wrote himself.”
Touya yanked his hand off the binding as if it had been burned and kept walking. That small model of the earth, sun, and moon gleamed in the moonlight and caught his attention. “He has so many things with the sun and moon. Did he love astronomy?”
“As much as the other sciences, certainly. He could study the night sky with the same rapture that he would study a bee drawing nectar. But the combined sun and moon became his symbol, and that is how the illiterate recognized his signature. It was his trademark.”
Touya’s hand rested gently on the unused telescope. “I would like to… study the night sky sometime. Try to find what I’ve seen in those star charts in the library. Can we take this to the castle roof?”
Yue’s hesitation only lasted a second. “Of course. I’m sure he would be happy to know someone was using it.”
Touya’s mood lifted. “And what’s wrong with that clock? Why does it still keep on ticking without being wound?”
“Another of his little ‘projects’, nothing more.” Yue had come to a stop by a cluttered dresser, eyeing the bric-a-brac scattered across it. “Clow created so many magical things that still endure to this day – I am one of them.”
“You’re not a thing.”
“But I am not human.” Even in the dim light Touya could see the pain in his eyes, and heard it in his voice. “My age alone restricts me from that circle.”
It seemed to Touya that Yue’s immortal lifespan would be a blessing, but when he opened his mouth to speak Yue beat him to it.
“Oh, here is a nice piece. I had forgotten about this.” Something on the dresser had attracted his attention, and when he stepped closer Touya could see a silver chain puddled in his palm. “You should have this. It would look good on you.”
“Yue, I can’t. That was his.”
“But I want to show you that Clow’s things mean less to me than you do. It’s appropriate that you wear it, I would be happy to see it on you.”
Touya backed up when Yue came closer. “Where I come from, men don’t wear jewelry.”
“But you are not there, you are here, and men of wealth often wear gold and silver. You are my slave, you should have nothing less than the best.”
Now that the short necklace was stretched between his hands, reaching for his throat, it looked less like jewelry to Touya and more like a slave collar. It was one aspect of slavery he’d managed to avoid all this time, and the thought of that thing closing around his neck was enough to stir panic within him. With an effort he swallowed it back.
“I don’t want it.”
“But I want you to have it. I will not take no for an answer.”
He’d backed into that infernal ticking clock, and had nowhere left to go. He flinched at the feel of cool metal sliding around his neck, and had to swallow again when Yue reached behind to clasp it. It took every scrap of self-control not to scream and bolt.
“There. That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Yue kissed him softly on the cheek. “Now the whole world will know that you are mine, and I would destroy anyone that took you from me.”
His hand slipped off Touya’s neck when he backed away, faint smile clinging to his lips as if he couldn’t see Touya’s expression. Or maybe because of it.
“Shall we retire to the roof? I’m sure you’re anxious to see the stars up close.” With a swish of silver hair Yue turned away, and Touya clutched at the chain as if it might strangle him. But he did not rip it off; he could not rip it off.
It was already too late for that.

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Disclaimer: I do not own these characters

Damn but I’m popping these out fast. I suspect this latent flood of creativity is directly tied to freedom from the mind-numbing drudgery of public school, which confirms what I’ve always felt about that place. Drop out of school, kids! Save your iniative, creativity, and individualism before it’s too late!
So, in scanning my reviews I see much dissension on the ‘Yukito’ topic. I didn’t want to have to come right out and explain things, since that tarnishes my ‘ability’ to get it across within the story, but neither do I want anyone to finish the story waiting for something that’s never going to happen. Who got it right? Scorpinac did. (applause) Yukito is not a separate character; just as in the show he is a fancy disguise for Yue.
If you were reading extra-carefully, Yue got the idea when Sakura suggested that if Touya would not listen to him, maybe he would listen to someone else. Your only real clue was the ‘Toya’ that he accidentally dropped in the conversation.
Some people think Yue was surprised when Touya mentioned it. Not true. Yue was only surprised that Touya was talking to him at all, in the beginning. When Touya accuses him of insulting his intelligence by using a disguise, Yue does not deny it. And he doesn’t mention ‘Yukito’ when telling the story about Clow because there’s nothing to tell – it’s nothing so complex as an alternate form with his own mind and set of fake memories. It’s just a magical mask, another of his many abilities, and now Yue won’t be using it anymore because he knows Touya figured it out. And anyway, as you’ll soon see, there’s quite a lot that Yue left out when telling his story. Cackle. Hope that clears it all up, and that you continue to enjoy the story.

Pictures by gittachi:
http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa45/chasva/yusak2.jpg
http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa45/chasva/be2.jpg

They’re both heartrendingly beautiful, Gittachi. God I wish I could draw! I especially loved Yue’s expression in the first pic – he looks like his puppy just died. You are a terrific artist.
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