19. In Which A New Enemy is Revealed
Warning: This chapter contains dark material. You have been warned.

Mitamura Shima sat idly as he watched Yue’s actions in a mirror. He
smiled and dipped a hand dully within the same mirror, watching as
the solid shape became water changed.

Kinomoto Sakura-san was crying. Her tears dripped into the shirt of
her friend Li-kun and the pain from Yue’s memories rippled within the
whole area, even projecting into the mirror. Shima’s hand dipped once
more and the image disappeared. Touya was running. Running to find
Yue.

Sakura’s powers had been rising dramatically and because she was
spending less energy due to the fact that the cards had all been
transformed... Yue needed less of Touya’s power.

The boy’s six sense was becoming a terrible nuisance.

Another smile and the man gripped the mirror from both hands...
holding it preciously. Touya needed to have an accident. Just a little
accident.

It was time for the games to begin and Shima planned to win.

-`-

I stared at the open vein blanky. The broken glass surrounded me,
cutting strands of my hair. Angrily, I fought the strands of hair
dancing around my form. It was a net! A net to trap me...

Glass was quickly grabbed and with that, I stood and cut. Feeling the
strands of hair fall... I sighed and stared at my face in what was left
of the mirror. Yukito! I looked like some supernatural copy of Yukito.
Covered with blood and strands of hair, I felt the tears finally come.

They soothed their way down my face in red tendrils as I sighed and
felt my breath catch. Clow was gone. He was gone. I... Yue was still
here. To protect the Master... to seek new love. Perhaps the period of
mourning was over?

I turned and felt footsteps echo in the house. A familiar tug, the feel
of power connected to me. The close contact increasing my own aura.
Touya.

“Yue?” he asked softly, the way a person would say to sooth an
animal about to flea.

I turned around. I could see in his eyes the gasp that he wanted to
vocalize and smiled weakly. I watched as the silver blood that eased
it’s way down my wrist slowly retreated back into my body, healing
instantly. My hair remained the same, strands falling to the floor as I
stepped away. I dropped my sash and stared at him.

“I...” Touya had nothing to say. He stepped closer and stared at the
glass and then at the healed wrists. “You tried to destroy yourself.
Didn’t you?”

“Yes,” I intoned. Why lie?

“I don’t understand why it’s so important for you to worship someone
who simply hurts you... even in death.”

“I’m not Yukito.”

“You keep saying that, but you know it’s not true. I shared in your
memories. I know the story. You’re broken. That’s what you are. A
broken person.”

Turning, I brushed myself off. Touya retreated from the room for a
moment and returned with a garbage can. He began sweeping up the
pieces of hair and glass while I stood still, feeling the short cut I’d
created for myself.

“It looks fine,” Touya said softly.

“How...”

“I don’t know. I can feel you worrying about it. I can see you are too.”

A pause and the house of Tsukishiro Yukito was filled with silence. I
slumped finally on the couch until Touya brought me clothes to
change into. I had lose all sense of dignity anyway and felt myself slip
off my shirt instantly. The blood covered thing fell to the floor and
Touya placed it in a bag.

“I know you’d want to keep it. For the sake of memories,” he
whispered and then stood. I almost jumped as I felt his arms surround
me and touch my chest softly, stroking the skin. “You’re more like
him than you know. Paler and more exotic, but you still have the
same size, the same feel, the same smell even.”

“You  don’t understand... it wasn’t supposed to be like this,” I said.

“Maybe it was,” he shot back. “Maybe you needed to be broken.
Sometimes you have to cut a wound open and drain it before you can
sew it back together.”

“Do you love me To-ya?” I asked.

“I love you Yukito. I know that you are Yukito.”

“Do you love me? I need to know,” I hurridly intoned. “I need to
know.”

“I could love you. I don’t know you enough. Yukito says... that
sometimes you speak to him... when he’s in a tough situation. He
says you keep him happy and erase all the memories of pain.”

“I take them into myself so he doesn’t feel them.”

“Have you ever considered that he might need those experiences?
Have you ever wanted to be whole again?” Touya intoned. I felt a kiss
to my shoulder and sighed into it. Was this love? Feeling that you had
everything to give and everything to recieve. What was love?

“Kiss me. Love me. Give me your arms?” I asked.

“Always,” Touya responded. “If you tell Yuki.”

I paused. Cat-like eyes narrowed and then I felt his hands in my
hair... my now short hair and sighed. Melting into his arms, I knew
that the moon had been revealed by the clouds... but that it looked
for a different star.    

“I will.”

“Then you have my arms, my love and my kisses,” he said. “Yuki and
you both.”  

Slowly, I stepped out of the white leggings, dropping them to my
ankles and kicking sandles off my feet with a smile. Touya leaned
against me, feeling the motion with closed eyes as I turned around
slowly. His eyes wrapped around my body sensually and I sighed.
Thin hips moved and I felt my slender arms wrap around him of their
own power. He was nothing like Clow.

“You’re soft,” I whispered.

“Really?” he intoned as I tugged at his cloths, unbuttoning the top
and sliding it slowly down as I eased it passed dark, slightly tanned
muscles. My hands eased down his chest, pausing to twist at a nipple
as I heard a cry dart past Touya’s lips. I bent and lapped like a kitten
with milk, soothing the hurt as I stood.

“Love me then?”

He nodded and I felt his arms capture me once more. Kisses seared
past my lips as I gasped