Disclaimer: I don't own CCS.

Author's Note:I wrote this in spite of my Writer's Block. I love the character Yue and decided to write about his relationship with Sakura. In this fic, Sakura and Li are older, so they can be a couple (Y/S or S/S). For those who don't understand it, it is a fic told through two different points of views, Yue and Sakura's. These *** mean a change of POV. One shot.

Musings

It's raining again. The moon is alit and the clouds are high. The pitter-patter of the drops against the glass panes of the greenhouse is mellifluous to the ear. It's like the rain had a song to sing, but can only provide the awing beat. It's waiting for someone to listen before its song begins. And that is why I'm here. Yes, I'm going to listen to the rain.

Maybe I shouldn't. Silence is golden, and I'd hate to see it broken. I'm not alone either, but I don't let that faze me.

Behind a bush, under the stars, atop the trees, and beneath the shimmering ponds, they are watching me. Forest creatures surround me, yet I'm not alarmed by their peculiar presence. It is night, and knowing that my silver crescent glitters attractively above, makes me feel like I'm home.

I'm home.

*...*...*

I just love the rain, the feel of the cold, supple beads as they slide distressingly away from my face. They cling to my warmth, but in the end, they fall to the ground, only to mix with the saturated earth and give birth to a new season, spring.

I brushed back my hair, tossing the wet strands behind a red plastic clip.

The clip, such a lovely gift, considering how tousled my hair usually is. I remembered thanking Syaoran at least a dozen times for the surprise. I can imagine my poor Syaoran; flushed red in embarrassment, nervously eyeing the clips, while girls around him gave him weird looks. Just what was this boy doing at a place like this? I can't help giggling, but when he appears, my giggles succumb to his weak smile and I blush from head to toe.

I recalled the many times I held his body close to my heart, feeling his humid breath against the nape of my neck. How wonderful it felt to be needed, like I was the damsel saving Prince Charming from the fire-breathing dragon. Yes, I hated to see him get hurt, but at the same time, I wished him in my arms, comforting him.

I feel so alone without you, like I'm stranded on an island, so far away from home. But when you're in my arms, I'm home.

I'm home.

*...*...*

I couldn't believe I had called a park my home. Home? I have not home. I have a duty as a guardian, no home.

My mind diverted from the subject to the sky. I had forgotten how long I had been out. My other self, Yukito, had to get some rest. He had his own life, and part of it was studying, another living in perplexity.

I left this small piece of nature for the unpredictable, rampant world surrounding it. Shaking off a few sodden leaves from my wings, I prepared to depart. Maybe I shouldn't be flying with this weather, but like I said before, I love the rain. Besides, Yukito needed a break, just how would he ever sleep again after waking up in a park?

I took off, flying as close to the moon as I could. The weight of my wings increased as they soaked up the rain. I ignored its effect and continued to glide over the city, past buildings, past trees, past static traffic, and past a lonesome pedestrian.

A familiar laughter escaped from her lips, a fermenting disharmony against the mute background. It was Sakura, laughing, spirited, clothes completely drenched. I hate to say it but she looked breathtaking.

*...*...*

But he was not coming back, was he? He had been gone for too long. I bet he wouldn't even remember me.

It's getting late, or should I say early? It'll be morning soon, another day to live without him.

Without an umbrella or cloak, I made my way out of the park onto the avenue, artificially lit by light poles from here to home. Regardless of being tired from staying out all night, I felt ecstatic with the rain pouring down on me. If Kero were around, he would have scolded me endlessly for being so careless. I couldn't help it. I love it when it rains.

My belly somersaulted in shameless laughter. I was laughing despite the vacant feeling in my heart. I couldn't believe I was laughing.

*...*...*

Of course she was laughing, a girl who had so much going for her had no reason to be miserable. I, in contrast, had. I was only a guardian. She was the cardcaptor, the rightful owner of the Clow cards. I would have gone on and on about how rich her life was if I hadn't heard a smothered cry.

She was crying.

Pride wounded, I rejected her friendship once. I thought it was about time for me to ask for forgiveness.

*...*...*

I remembered why I was laughing. Syaoran and I used to sneak out at night and walk down avenues, hands clasped, and occasionally kiss.

Now I'm crying.

The girl was unaware of pale blue eyes watching her attentively from above. She simply brushed away the tepid tears and sped up, dodging fire hydrants and wastebaskets on the way. The waving silhouettes of trees parted with the last of the storm clouds. It wasn't until the winged shadow on the pavement darkened in the unfolding dawn, that she became aware of his presence. Stopping in her tracks, she watched the slender, magnificent white creature land in front of her.

Sakura let out a tiny gasp, recoiling in surprise. Had he been following her all night?

But before she could ask anything, Yue spoke first. "Mistress, do you remember Judgment Day, how you offered yourself as a friend?"

"Yes. Why?"

His face lightened, making him look more like an angel rather than the sour guardian that scorned her amateurishness. "Does the offer still stand?"

"Of course." She smiled wanly. Sakura flung herself upon him, placing both arms around his waist. She did not understand why she had reacted with cowardice instead of courage. Why her numb knees felt like they would shatter against the concrete if she would have kept on walking. Why his cold embrace warmed her instantly. Why life was such a paradox.

He wasn't Li, he wasn't the one she loved. But he was someone to her at the moment, and she refused to let go.

The stranger watched them from a distance, still deciding whether or not to give away his presence.

*...*...*

There she was, his Sakura, but she wasn't his anymore.

The unforgettable picture of Yue and Sakura holding each other made it clear that there was no room for him in her life. And when she planted a small kiss on his cheek, his heart twanged in disbelief; the smile on her face tore it out.

He was too late. Good-bye, Sakura.

Syaoran's amber-brown eyes flashed resentfully and sadly at the two of them. He turned around and started down the avenue.

He should have known better. This was not his home. It never was.

I wish I were home.

*...*...*

Dawn was here, but who would have known? The world had slept through the night, twilight, and all, but one thing was certain; today was going to be a beautiful day.