Tsubasa is a brand new series by CLAMP.  It takes all their previous series and splices them together by travel between parallel dimensions and putting characters from different series together in various places.  Taking place mostly in a fantasy world, it centers on a touching love story between Syaoran and Sakura – but this time, Syaoran is the hero, rather than Sakura the heroine.

Anyway, this is my very short fic about the ending of the series (although I'm certain it won't end this way at all).  Enjoy.

Wait For Me

By Victoria

Disclaimer: All characters, places, situations are the property of CLAMP.  I am making no profit off of this piece of fanwork.  Please do not sue me.

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Syaoran ... I will most definitely say it tomorrow.

I will say that thing.

So please ... wait for me.

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He had not laid the last feather against her breast and watched it sink in.

She was laughing now, and dancing with her brother the king, who was trying to appear reluctant but kept beaming when he thought no one was looking.  'Kuro-chan' had been seen off to his home with Mokona in tow.  Yukito and Fye had hit it right off, it seemed; they were chattering in the corner, discussing who knew what, but occasionally Fye's eyes would flick in Syaoran's direction.

Syaoran did not want their pity.  He remained on the far wall, hands crossed behind him, shoulders against the cool marble column.

He was afraid.

Afraid of that blank look in her eyes, afraid of that question she would ask.

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I will most definitely say that thing tomorrow.

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These feelings are bad to have, Syaoran thought.

Wasn't it better now?  Wasn't this how things should be?  It was bad to have these feelings!  She was a princess, and he was a commoner, and nothing could change that fact; she would have to marry politically someday, and if she did not remember him ... if she had ever cared about him Like That ...

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I will most definitely say it.

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What had she wanted to say, that evening so long ago?  He would never know.  It was a future that never had been.

She twirled and her dress fluttered about her, and then she was drawing Yukito onto the dance floor, swinging around with him childishly and laughing.

Syaoran couldn't look her in the face.  He did not want that moment of finality, when she would stare up at him, tilt her head, and ask, "Who?"  He did not want to think of all the times when they had been close and know she did not remember.

When she was happy like this, he could pretend that she would come up to him next, come up to him and take his hands and lead him onto the floor, and then they would twirl around like little children laughing and dancing, and then spend the night gazing at the stars ...

Was it enough to pretend?

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Tomorrow.

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What was tomorrow to him, when there would be no visits from Sakura, no bento box in her hands (made with questionable cooking skills), no smiles in his direction?

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So please ... wait for me.

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What was he waiting for?

He wanted to run away from this pain in his heart.  But it would always be there, haunting him.

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I will most definitely say it.

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He would always be waiting for those words.

... I am no coward.

His feet were moving under him.

I will not run away.

He put out one hand.  "Yukito-sama ... may I?"

A smile crinkled the edges of the magician's eyes, and he bowed and departed.

And she looked at him, her eyes wide and confused.  "Who are you?"

I will not cry.  I will not run.  Because I cannot think that this is the end for us.

"My name is Li Syaoran, Princess Sakura.  Please ... may I have this dance?"

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Wait for me.

FIN

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Author's Notes:  Like any author, I'd appreciate feedback.  Thanks for taking the time to read this.