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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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‘epilogue’

People said you couldn’t see the wind, but Sakura knew better. She knew how the wind showed itself to those who were watching for it. In the mountains it swept the far ridges first, rippling in waves of green across the pastures before it came closer and swept loose petals of cherry blossoms swirling over the head like a snowstorm in spring.
It was different here, but Sakura could still see the wind. Now it came blowing in from the far reaches of a mysterious blue horizon, sending waves of an altogether different sort cresting and crashing before it. Every final splash against the sand sent up another flurry of foam, white and frothy, and the scent of fresh salt filled the air. Sakura felt sorry for people who couldn’t see the wind. She could stand here and watch forever.
“You never get tired of it. Do you?”
A pair of arms encircled her from behind and Sakura pressed herself against Syaoran’s warmth, glad of the chance to snuggle. Autumn was nearly gone and soon it would be winter, but the cool coastal air was nothing compared to the freezing blizzards in the mountains. The snuggling was not really necessary, but that didn’t make it less enjoyable.
“I never do. I don’t know how you left it; it’s the most beautiful thing in the world.”
“Reluctantly. And I used to think so too.” He dropped a light kiss on her cheek. “They’re here.”
“I know.”
“I never thought he’d come. You were right after all.”
“It was just a feeling, more or less.”
“You’re starting to get pretty good at those. Mother’s going to declare you better than me someday if I’m not careful.”
“Hmm… I know.”
He poked her and she giggled, but they couldn’t stand here lollygagging in the surf all day. Tomoyo and the others were waiting for them to begin, and she really oughtn’t risk getting this beautiful dress wet.
“Meilin’s waving at me,” Syaoran muttered, as if to confirm her thoughts. “Impatiently, I’d say. Are you ready?”
“Yes… no. I mean, you go ahead. I just want another minute.”
“Sure thing.”
He gave her a final squeeze and withdrew, heading back to where the others had gathered under beachside cypresses. She turned her back on the surf and watched him go, still tugging uncomfortably at the silk shirt he’d been threatened into wearing. The wedding party was out of earshot, and she could see Meilin gesticulate to Syaoran without quite catching the words that left her lips. Tomoyo was leaning over, feeding a surreptitious appetizer to Keroberos. His mother, dressed in such a resplendent dress that Sakura thought she looked like a queen, merely looked on and smiled. His sisters were just as beautiful. It was a wonderful family.
Her gaze moved to the right, well away from the preparations, to the new arrivals. Her own family, the only family she had left in the world, stood watching her but did not move forward when they made eye contact. Instead he bit his lip nervously and clutched at Yue’s hand, looking for all the world like a scared little boy. Yue whispered something in his ear, stroked his cheek, and gently pried himself out of Touya’s grip. It was he who first came forward.
“Sakura,” he greeted simply, once they were close enough. “My congratulations to you. You make a very beautiful bride indeed.”
Her cheeks turned pink. “Thank you, Master Yue.”
“You shouldn’t call me that anymore. You know it no longer applies.”
“I know. I’m sorry, it just- it feels strange not to.” His lips turned up in that almost-invisible smile, long silver hair whipping back in the ocean breeze. His presence here, miles from his beloved castle, seemed slightly surreal yet he showed no discomfort. Which was more than could be said for his companion. “Thank you for bringing him.”
“It was a battle not easily fought. Consider it my wedding present, though in truth I owe you both so much more. You, especially, have given me more than I ever deserved.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Flowers,” he reminded her, with another hint of that smile. “And kindness. Ask me for anything and it’s yours, anytime. My home will always be your home.”
“Yes, Master Yue.”
“You are precious to me indeed. Never forget that.” He took her hand and bestowed a chivalrous kiss on it, then hesitated. A flicker of surprise crossed his expression, and as if to confirm something he touched a hand to her cheek.
“Master Yue? Is something wrong?”
“No, not at all. Quite the opposite.”
“Then why are you looking at me like that?”
“It’s a long story,” he answered, carefully. “Perhaps… tomorrow I will take you and your husband aside to tell it to you both. It’s probably time you knew. After all, the youngest descendent of my beloved creator is now inside you.”
Huh? Yue looked amused at her bewilderment but said nothing to clarify, merely stepping aside and nodding toward her watching brother.
“You’d better go to him, child. You know he won’t come to you. Remember your cooking.”
She nodded, albeit nervously. “Yes, master.”
A hand on her shoulder propelled her gently forward, and then she was on her own. White shawl fluttering in the wind, Sakura closed the distance between them. It was the first time they’d seen each other since that morning at the castle gate. She would never know what happened after they parted, that day, and no one but her brother and Master Yue ever would. But something had changed, that much she did know. His dark eyes were sad, but they were no longer crazy with hatred and fear. When she’d come close enough for touching, they stood in silence and stared.
Onii-chan finally figured out she wasn’t going to speak until he did, and managed something. “You look nice,” he mumbled, and she smiled.
“Thank you. Tomoyo made the dress for me.”
“I didn’t really mean the dress.”
Tentatively, as if fearing she’d only push him away again, Onii-chan’s hands cupped her face and held her. “You look… happy. Glowing, again.”
“And now you know why.”
“Yes. Now I know why.”
He leaned forward, just a little, but it didn’t occur to Sakura to feel smothered. “He’s not worth half of you. He never will be.”
“I still love him, Onii-chan.”
“And this is what it takes to make you happy?”
“Yes.”
“No way I can talk you out of it.”
“No.”
“Then… I suppose I have no choice but to go along with it. I would give everything I had to see you look like this every day of your life.” He dropped his special goodnight kiss on her brow. “Here now, you’re not supposed to start crying before the wedding even starts.”
Sakura smiled through the aforementioned tears, helpless to stop them. “I’m really glad you came, Onii-chan. It wouldn’t have been right without you.”
Onii-chan looked like he wanted to smile, but couldn’t quite manage it. When he brushed away a tear, his hand was shaking.
“I came because I love you. And now, I’m going to give you away. Because I love you. Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“I’m not. But I never will be.” His fingers laced through hers, holding her hand tightly for the last time. “So let’s go get you married.”
And that’s exactly what they did.

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