Author’s Drivel

For a lack of a better word, I changed Author’s Notes to Author’s Drivel. For those who actually use the thesaurus and/or read the dictionary and therefore know the meaning of the word, kudos to thee. (mock bows and smirks)

And yeah. I guess in the end, I decided to drag my nonsensical ramblings in the story back to the top of the page. Just to let you know.

As for this, well. We’ll just have to see where this lovely story goes, don’t we? (giggles insanely)

There may be a confusion of tenses since it is written in first POV. But don’t let it deter you from reading as it is.

And... Everything is written in Sakura’s POV, though there may be switches but they will be noted so no worries. I’m considering writing interludes. Or are they called monologues?

Warnings

Incest between siblings. Nothing sexual though.
Lots of angst, I hope.
OOC actions/thoughts/feelings from characters. But this is expected with what the plot is.

Disclaimer

All CCS characters mentioned and/or used do not belong to me. They are rightfully and legally claimed by their creators, CLAMP.

Pairing
(If you didn’t notice... Or you’re plain dumb. Or dense. Whatever.)

Touya x Sakura

Acceptance

Prologue – Secrets

Saturday, 30 June 2004; 11:06PM
Kinomoto Residence

Lightly, I tapped on the door painted in soft blue. I was afraid any loud knocking would awaken him. In fact, I was afraid any noise would awaken him. But I have been doing this for two months now. The least I could do was get used to it, right? Wrong. It is not that easy. Every night, every time I come up to the door, to this door, I hesitate and consider the tempting idea of-

Ah! The door opened!

At once I was pulled into the room and crushed to another body. In a futile attempt, I tried to calm the racing of my heartbeat. But it is the same as always; I cannot seem to do so until a hand gently pats me on the head and nimble fingers begin to weave through my hair. I think I was pouting. The actions always made me feel like a child. And maybe... maybe I still am despite my age of 16 years.

“Sakura?”

Ah. The voice in the dark endearingly called my name and it makes me smile. I snuggled into the body I was held to, comforted by the warmth it emitted and the love I could hear in the voice. And then I forget considering the idea of asking this person to come to me instead at night.

“Mmph,” my reply was muffled and caused the body to shake slightly as I heard chuckles fill into the room. I pouted again, this time conscious of doing so, and wiggled my arms out of the embrace to wrap them around the body holding me.

I tilted my head, slightly miffed that the person was still taller than me after so many years, and rested my chin on its chest as I looked up in the dark. The arms around me told me I was safe, that nothing would, could harm me while I stood embraced in them. And I never minded the darkness of the room that much anymore.

Warm brown eyes penetrated the mild darkness. I kept my gaze at them, feeling hypnotized by them but not quite so. I smiled and nuzzled my face into its chest and a content sigh escaped from my partially parted lips. A name came along with the soft breath and the sigh made it sound wistful. Touya.

Yes. The one holding me right now, smiling down at me with his eyes as the darkness does not allow me much the ability to see well, is my one and only older brother, Touya.

You would think, ‘Nothing wrong with that. It’s just an older brother comforting his younger sister.’

No. Three months ago –coincidently on Touya’s birthday, or not– I found out just how deep Touya’s love and affections ran for me. One month later, we began meeting like this. What happened during the one month gap is another story I am not yet willing to reveal. But in time, I will.

Though someday, someone will find out. Someone will know about us and someday we may have to be apart forever.

But right now, all I am conscious of are the arms wrapped around me, the body sharing its warmth with me and the deep love I can feel and see in those warm brown eyes of my brother.

Yes, all I am concern about is the ardor and the tenderness I feel wrapped all around me. Just like a tight cocoon.

Thoughts about someday can be left for another day, I smiled as I felt the arms around me tightened and conveyed the fervor of the love my brother had for me.