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After breakfast, with a little help, mind you, I managed to pull my hair back into some semblance of order. The long strands had been mussed and wet from the shower, as well as the events that followed. Maybe I finally had some colour, I mused. There was still a bite-mark on my shoulder that showed no promise of coming off any time soon. I rubbed it, a faint smile of remembrance spreading across my face. I was again dressed, although not as much as I should've been. I hadn't bothered with a shirt. Only the light white pants of my normal garb were on.

Touya nearly fell over at the sight of me, and I couldn't help but smile. I crawled between the dark blue sheets that had replaced themselves in our absence. Touya slid in next to me, keeping cautiously to one side of the bed. After all that had happened this morning, he still seemed shy. I guess I couldn't blame him. Had I been anyone other than myself, I probably would've as well. If I'd been only Yukito, I probably would've been blushing to high heaven. Hell, I was surprised that I wasn't doing that now.

Touya's breathing had slowed over the course of a few minutes, as did mine. This is ridiculous, I thought, and rolled over, spooning my body against his back. It's not like we hadn't been making love all morning. I smiled as I heard his breath quicken once more. I doubted that I'd ever get tired of that.

"You just don't want me to sleep, do you?"

"Oh, quite the contrary, To-ya. I'd just as soon never leave this bed again." I smiled, sliding one arm under his neck, cradling his head against my neck, and draping my arm over his chest. His hand came up to rest on my arm, and I soon felt myself nodding off, drunk on the scent of his hair.

"I won't leave you, koi." I smiled at his words, kissing his head softly, and falling deeply asleep.

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I woke what seemed like much too soon. Touya was still curled in my arms, contentedly asleep. The buildup of my power roiled within me, and I was hard-kept not to release some of it out of sheer discomfort of the pressure. I'd purposely been compiling strength for the sole purpose of Touya since I figured out that he'd been sick.

I slid out of bed, looking back at him for a moment. Gods, he was beautiful. I allowed my gaze to drop to the floor as I walked silently out of my room. Night had fallen, and the house was silent as I walked through it. I passed the hall that led to Clow's old room, and I allowed myself a glance down it. It'd been so long since I'd been inside...

It was like an invisible force that drew me -- the next thing I knew, my fingers were grazing the handle, pushing it down, and letting the door fall open. And Clow's presence stood before me.

"It's been a long time, Yue." I refused to look surprised, but nodded. "You know how to save him. He's yours, my angel."

"What if I'm not strong enough?" I asked.

"You will be. I have faith in you. After all, you have never let me down."

"But I let you die, Master..."

"I'm not your master, Yue. You were as strong as I since the moment I created you. And you did not let me die, angel. It was my time, Yue. I chose it. I chose to free you, to give you another to love. One who could love you back as much, if not more than, myself. I foresaw Touya, and knew that he was your completion. Don't think me greedy, love. I am in him, and Sakura, and Eriol, and Fujitaka. I never left you," he said as his fingers brushed my cheek, a ghost of what he once was. "You know what you have to do, my angel."

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