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The Reed Legacy	By : ShiniMacCloud Category: +. to F > Card Captor Sakura Views: 3020 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Card Captor Sakura, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer-Yep
still broke, so they obviously aren�t mine.
The only character I own is Millicent.

A/N- Thanks
to everyone that�s replied to this fic.
The encouragement has done wonders for my writer�s block. I honestly didn�t think people would like this
fic. Also, if anyone wants to be my
beta reader for this I�d appreciate it.

The large lion gently set the
handful of cards down on the floor, and spread them out. Looking each one over carefully, Keroberos
tapped two cards.

�Windy,
Float, I Keroberos, in Master Clow�s stead, ask you to come forth, release!�

Millicent
watched in awe as a bubble and a wind sprite were released from the cards, and
floated in front of Keroberos.

�Master
Clow has fallen asleep and we need to get him to his room, will you please
carry Millicent and the Master up.�

The bubble
floated over to Millie and the inert form of Clow and gently encompassed them,
while the wind sprite lifted the bubble and whisked it from the study and
upstairs to the Master bedroom, blowing the large double doors open, then
deposited them all on the bed.

�Take care
of the Master, soon to be Mistress.� Were the words that blew past Millie�s
ears.

�Soon to be
Mistress?�

Float
formed a thought bubble and the words, �You shall see in time� were written.

With that
said, the sprite and the bubble disappeared, Millicent presumed that they had
reverted to the cards they came from.

�I should
have asked them to turn the covers back before we were set down, but no
matter.� Millicent thought out loud as
she arranged Clow in a more comfortable position, carefully untangling his
robes from his legs, managing to roll him to the side as she removed the heavy
garment from him, leaving his breeches and shirt sleeves, then draped the robes
back over him like a blanket.

�Oh Clow,
what I wouldn�t give to take this pain from you. Your mother and grandmother were as dear to me as if they were my
own.� She said as she smoothed a few
wisps of long blue-black hair away from his face. �I promised you that I would always protect you. You may have seen it as foolish nonsense
from a six-year-old girl, but I have always taken it seriously.

I know
you�re an intensely private man, but I pray that you will not shut me out
again. I have and always will love you.�

Keroberos
watched from the doorway as the girl tended to his Master. Clow always spoke fondly of the impish girl
that chased after him and got him into all sorts of mischief. He always noticed the happy sparkle in
Clow�s eyes as he recounted childhood promises of love and devotion.

It was
evident now that while Clow had grown and matured into a man of the world,
Millicent Supinel had grown into the love that bloomed eternal.

The gold
eyes of the winged lion softened as he watched the slight girl sit on the bed
and hold his Master�s hand. He prayed
that Clow�s insensitivity and cloddishness wouldn�t drive her away. �She�ll be good for the Master.� He thought
as he as he padded back down the hall, leaving them in peace.

It was
several hours later; the sun was descending into the horizon, when Clow
awoke. Sleep fogged blue eyes blinked
rapidly as the last of the dream left him.
Yawning, he tried rubbing his eyes, only to find that one of his hands
wouldn�t move.

Snapping
into full wakefulness, he turned to see what was holding his hand down.

Long, graceful, pale fingers were
laced tightly with his own sun-bronzed ones.
Attached to that slender hand was an ethereal girl slumbering beside
him. Dusty rose lips parted ever so
slightly as she sighed at whatever she was dreaming about.

Clow watched his childhood friend
sleep. Even after so many years, she
still crawled into his bed and slept holding his hand. Smiling, Clow ran his thumb over the
translucent skin feeling its silken texture, then thought of the last time she
had fallen asleep in his bed.

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It was midnight in London, the
seemingly perpetual spring fog hung heavily in the air. It was the perfect setting for gothic
stories, and nightmares alike.

It was the later that awoke
seven-year-old Millicent from deep slumber.
Quaking silently under the brocade bed covers, the tiny girl shivered
and wiped tears from her eyes wishing the memory of the dream could be just as
easily removed.

The nightmare in itself wasn�t
gruesome, no bloodless corpses, or murders committed, but no less scary. She had dreamed that she was walking through
the gardens talking to her best friend in the world, Clow Reed, when she had
worked up enough courage to tell the older boy how she felt about him. The dark haired boy had laughed at the
childish confession of love and pushed her away. He told her she was stupid, that he could never la sca scraggly
short-tempered brat like her.

It was at that point she had woken
up crying.

Shoving the heavy covers aside, she
crawled out of the large bed and dashed from her room and down the hall of the
large mansion. Running as fast as her
little legs could carry her; she raced to the other wing of the house, to the
third bedroom on the right.

Carefully she opened one of the
double doors and peered in. Seeing that
all the candles had been put out, she went further into the room and closed the
door behind her. Tiptoeing across the
floor, knowing feet skirted the floorboards that creaked, then padded silently
across the Aubusson carpet then crawled into the four-poster bed that held a
sleeping boy.

Even in the dim light that was cast
from the window, the beauty of the eleven-year-old boy was evident. The slightly up tilted nose, high cheekbones
and strong jaw. Long, thick eyelashes
that were uncommon for a boy, framed the wide set eyes. Youthful exuberance had given the lanky
frame a solid musculature that only promised to fill out with the onset of
puberty.

All in all, he was a beautiful boy,
and Millicent loved him with all the childish love and adoration her small body
was capable of.

Slowly, she climbed up onto the
bed, and just as she was about to settle into the mattress, she found herself
pinned down on her back with strong hands clamped around her wrists in a
bruising grip.

�Ow! Clow, you�re hurting me!�

Midnight blue eyes blinked down,
then one handed fumbled for the spectacles on the nightstand. Finally getting them on he looked down at
the person that had invaded his domain.
�Millie? Is that you?�

Nodding her head, she managed to
squeak out a �Yes,� before tears filled the overlarge amber eyes.

He released her hands quickly. �What are you doing creeping in my room
Millie? It was cute when you were five,
but you are seven now. You can�t keep
coming and going here as you please.�

Crystalline tears spilled down
alabaster cheeks as she stared up at the boy she loved. His harsh treatment only emphasized the fact
that maybe her dream wasn�t a dream, but one of her premonitions of what was to
come.

�I-I�m sorry Clow. I was scared, I didn�t want to be alone.�

Sitting cross-legged on the bed he
stared at her. �Did you have one of
your dreams again?�

�I-I don�t know. It seemed so real, it might have been, or it
could have been a bad dream. I�m noure.ure.� She said as she curled in on
herself.

�Tell me what it was about?� He queried.

She shook her head rapidly. She didn�t want to tell him what it was
about in case it would come true, but much sooner.

�Please Millie? I don�t like to see you upset. If you tell me what your dream was about we
can see if it was really a premonition or if it was just a dream.�

�You�ll laugh at me.�

�I promise I won�t laugh.�

Sighing, Millicent sat up and
related the entire nightmare to him.

Clow sat in shock. The little sprite that he grew up with loved
him? He knew he was an insensitive clod
at times, often speaking before thinking, but he didn�t deliberately hurt
anyone. Her retelling of her dream
shook him to his core. His firefly was
afraid he would abandon her.

Gathering the shaking child into
his arms he held her against his chest.
�Firefly, I won�t leave you. If
we are separated by time or fate, we will always find each other. Mother always said we were two peas of the
same pod; I couldn�t abandon the other pea without being alone myself. You�re the only one who understands me.�

�It seemed so real though. You�ve been too busy for me lately, snapping
when I ask you something. Then just a
few minutes ago, you were mad at me. It
seemed like maybe the dream was right.�
Small fists scrubbed the tears from her eyes.

The boy thought back on the past
few weeks and realized that because of his increase in preparations for leaving
to see the world, he had neglected his Firefly.

�I�m sorry. I never meant to give you that
impression. You know I�m leaving in a
two weeks to study abroad, right?�

The horrified look on her face was
proof enough that their parents had kept that information from her. His pretiontions for leaving were taking
much of his time, and without the knowledge of his leaving, he could see where
she would feel he was neglecting her.

Holding her closer, he told her
what their parents were keeping from her.
�Firefly, I�m going to spend a few years studying magic abroad. I�ll write you every week and tell you all
the things I�ve seen. I�ll send
presents for your birthday and Solstice.
Three years will go by like nothing.�

�Three years?� To the little girl three years sounded more
like a lifetime. What would she do
without her friend and guard?

�I won�t forget you, if that�s what
you�re thinking. I�ll come back for
you.�

�Clow?�

�Yes?�

�Will you love me in three
years?� The childish earnestness in her
expressive eyes made him love her even more than he already did.

�I�ll love you always
Firefly.� He replied honestly.

Sighing, she snuggled into his
embrace and closed her eyes.

Clow took off his spectacles and
set them on the side table before lying down, tucking Millie in close to him
and pulling the covers over them.

Millie
fell asleep in no time at all, and Clow not long after. At some point during the night their hands
twined together in a loving hold.

Clow remembered that he had stayed
away longer than the three years as promised.
He wrote sporadically, and rarely remembered her birthday let alone
Solstice. When he had returned, he was
sixteen and in the throws of a youthful infatuation with Kabuki actress. His father had tried to remind him of Millie
and his promise that he would always love her, which had caused an argument of
Reed proportions. Meaning that near
everyone on the property had heard the shouting.

He had stormed out of the house
swearing to never return. He had seen
his mother and grandmother, but hadn�t even inquired about Millicent.

True to his word, he hadn�t been
back to that house. His father pas passed away the year after that, he showed up briefly for the funeral, not
seeing hide nor hair of Millie.

It wasn�t until Millie�s first
Season in London that he had come back.
It took an order from his grandmother to get him there.

And now she had spent years
tracking him down to tell him his mother and grandmother had passed. He had forgotten all about her except for
bedtime stories for Keroberos, and she had never wavered in her devotion.

�I have wronged you Firefly, and
you still come to me. I suppose I was
right all those years ago. Neither time
nor fate will keep us apart for long.�

A/N- will work on chapter 5
tomorrow.n stn style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I�m surprised, but this
chapter only took me 2 hours to write.
Guess lighting those candles for atmosphere helped after all.
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