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I'd insisted that Touya stay with me until... Fujitaka returned. Or something else happened. Either way, he's be spending the next few days, possibly his last, with me. He didn't want to involve Sakura, or anyone more.
I'd never referred to it as home. Because of my past, it wasn't home anymore. Home was back by Clow's side, cradled in his arms. But even those memories had faded, taken over, but never replaced by, the stoic soccer-boy's person, the surety of his mind, the comfort of his presence. I truly had no idea what I'd do without him. Maybe now would be the time to start pondering it? No, I chided myself. If I gave up trying to think of a way to get him well again, I'd feel as if I'd signed his death certificate myself.
As per custom, and out of friendship, I offered Touya the most comfortable room in the house: my own.
"I'm not letting you sleep on the couch, Yuki." Touya had learned long ago that my bedroom was the only bedroom in the house that I would actually enter. Yuki's reasoning for not going into the other bedrooms was that they were his grandparents.' As Yue, I had my reasons. One of them was Clow's bedroom, where we had slept together all those years ago. "It's your room. You're sleeping there." His voice surfaced my mind from the sea of thoughts I was drowning in.
"Well, then, To-ya," I said softly, "You'll be sleeping there with me. I'm most certainly not letting you on the couch. I want you near me in case something happens."
"It's settled then."
"My bed is most certainly big enough." I stared at him as he began to blush, becoming slightly embarrassed, and possibly shocked, at what I'd just suggested. He looked at me in disbelief, then, wondering if my words were in jest. He sometimes had trouble telling if my words were in jest. Even more so, recently.
"Are you serious?" I nodded.
"Ee, if you don't mind."
"Ie, I don't mind." A headache seized Touya, and he put a hand against his temple.
"To-ya?" He fell harshly against the wall, trying to hold himself up. I rushed over to help him, lacing my arm around Touya, under his arms, holding him up against me. I shifted into Yue's form for more strength as I lifted Touya in my arms. His eyes held no more pain when they opened again a moment later.
"What'd you do? The pain is gone," he said, resting against the cloth at my chest.
"I changed form so I could carry you," I said, the implications of my magic on Touya's state of health unknown, but suspected. I didn't set him back onto the ground, instead, did what I'd originally intended to do. I carried him into the bedroom, setting him on top of the thick down comforter, watching it sink around his form. As I watched out of the corner of my eye, Touya took the opportunity to look around my room. I don't think he'd ever been in here, despite all the times he'd been over. We usually had ended up studying in the living room, or, as it went most of the time, the kitchen.
My room had the same basic style as the rest of the house: traditional. The whole place was open and airy, the wall behind the bed painted in a mural of songbirds, flowers, and vines overlapping the night sky, and the moon. I smiled, as I doubted that Touya would've expected something like that from either Yue or Yuki. There was a painted screen covering the windows across the room, but higher up, the windows revealed the perfect night sky and currently, a glowing half-moon.
The north wall was covered with ancient, massive bookshelves, filled to the point of bursting. A glass and stone table was also covered in the books that I'd currently finished, and books that I was in the midst of. Behind the table was a loveseat, worn to the point of comfort. He'd know that I'd spent many hours there just by looking at it.
Next to the bed, a nightstand, and on the nightstand, a lone photograph. Touya's eyes widened slightly in recognition, looking at it. It was a picture that Fujitaka had taken of the three of us while we were on a picnic. It was Yuki, Yue, and Touya, all asleep under the old Sakura tree in the park. My head rested on Touya's shoulder in the photo, and his cheek fell against my hair. Sakura was partially on both of our laps, in the embrace of the both of us. I watched the lack of expression on Touya's face as he picked up the frame. It was the only picture displayed in the entire house. Touya was sure to have noticed, what with all the time he'd spent with me.
"I miss this day," he said, running his fingertips gently over the glass. "I'm not going to get to do this ever again." Yue flowed back into Yuki, and I sat down next to Touya. "Two days. It's not long enough," he said, shuddering from the wash of my power. I looked at him curiously.
"Eternity wouldn't be long enough." I sighed quietly. "Do they know what it's from?"
"I was born with it, Yuki. It was dormant until recently."
"How recently is recently?"
"A little more than three months ago." My eyes went wide behind the glasses. A little more than three months ago, Touya had given up his power to save me. The power he had given, seemingly without a second thought was what had held the sickness dormant for so long.
"You knew, didn't you? Before you gave me your power?" Touya closed his eyes, nodding. "Why?"
"How could you ask that?" he asked me softly. "Kuso, Yuki, I saw you fading, dying in my arms. How could I not? I knew this was a possibility when I did it." I was silent as I lifted the photo from his lap.
"How the tables have turned," I said, running my fingers over the glass as he'd done, tracing the lines of the picture through it.