Split Into Two

By: Neko-chan

A/N: Just to let you know, I do write shounen-ai AND non-shounen-ai. But for this fic...I'm purposely writing it so that it could be taken either way. Also...I don't particularly like this chapter (I think it stinks...-.-;;...), but I hope you like it anyway. ^_^;;

DISCLAIMER: Don't own it. Don't sue. The end.

Chapter Six

~Once upon a time, an angel was born. He was not like the other angels because he had not been born at the beginning of Time--and he did not dwell in Heaven. Instead, he was created on a planet called Earth by a powerful sorcerer.

The sorcerer had created the angel to protect his most treasured belongings--a set of magical cards. These cards were very important because they were extensions of himself--and thus were very important and powerful. This sorcerer created the angel to take care of the Cards--always and forever. But...

...But the angel was lonely. He was different from all the others--even differing greatly from the Guardian Beast, Cerberus. And this made the angel very, very lonely. No friends, no family, no one to talk to... No one who even remotely resembled himself. The sorcerer, however, knew this and befriended the angel, showing him that he _did_ have a friend--and would always have a friend. The angel was finally content and allowed himself to feel emotions he had never previously felt before: Love and friendship.

All things mortal must come to an end, though. True, the sorcerer was very powerful and a part of him would still live on after Death...but in the end, he was still mortal. Nothing would ever change that fact. Ever.

The angel ignored this fact of Life, preferring to live in the Present, not thinking of the Future and what was to come. His reality was clouded, a hazy dreamscape...but all dreams must eventually come to an end, also. And so must all Life. The dream bubble pops, even though we wish it wouldn't...

And all of reality comes crashing down upon us.~

Yue was cold. Though it was raining and had been for the past hour or so, his coldness was not caused by his physical form. He was completely and thoroughly cold--inside and out. Would he _ever_ get warm? The likely answer was no--but it didn't matter, anyway. He didn't want to get warm. No, not ever again.

The pale-haired man shivered and wrapped his arms around himself, drawing his wings closer to his cold body.

"All things eventually die, just as all things must eventually come to an end," Cerberus said quietly, looking up at his fellow Guardian with saddened golden eyes. His own pain was great, and yet... And yet it came nowhere near Yue's own.

"Hai," was the only answer the Beast Guardian received.

"He was a wonderful Master--kind and very loving. I... I think that he would have liked the headstone you and I created with the help of the Cards. It's a fitting remembrance, Yue. His legacy and memory will always live on in _our_ memories and in the Cards. I think that he's happy now, where ever he is..."

At this, Yue whirled around and glared down at the Guardian Beast. Were those tears on his face or only raindrops slowly gliding down to fall to the wet grass? Cerberus didn't know...and it hurt too much to think about it, anyway.

"And how would you know, great Cerberus, Beast Guardian of the Clow Cards? You don't know--and neither do I. We'll _never_ know because he's _dead_! He's _dead_ and... And he's never coming back..." Yue trailed off into a whisper, looking down at the grave with pain-filled eyes. So much pain and so very much suffering.

It wasn't fair, now was it?

Cerberus quietly left Yue, leaving his fellow Guardian to grieve alone and privately. Once he was gone, Yue brought his wings closer to his body and sank to his knees, resting his forehead against the cool headstone. His silver hair fell forward, hiding his face from view.

"I'm... I'm all alone...once again..."

~ * ~

Yukito sat up in bed with a gasp, rubbing his eyes to remove the sleep from them. "N-Nani? Another dream? Or... Or was it another memory?"

It was getting harder and harder to tell the two apart from one another--sometimes it was a dream, sometimes it was a memory. Sometimes it was even a mergence of the two. And sometimes it was neither, gifting Yukito a night of dreamless sleep, ending with him awakening refreshed...but troubled nonetheless. Why? It was a question he couldn't answer--would he _ever_ find the answer (or answers if the case may be) to that one particular question--Why?

He shook his head slightly, clearing away the last bit of sleep from his mind. Sighing, the golden-eyed boy slowly crawled out of his bed, gnawing on his lower lip in thought as he did so. So many things to think about!--and all of those things would never be solved. At least...he didn't think so.

So frustrating!

...and yet so intriguing, also.

Yukito smiled ruefully to himself and answered his own questions aloud. "I guess there are some puzzles and questions you can't ever possibly solve--no matter how many times you try. Like the 'no solution' problems in math." A laugh. "Oh, how I hate those types of problems!"

--A glint on his pillowcase.---

"Nani?" Yukito asked again aloud as he bent down to see what it was. He frowned slightly and picked it up. "...nani? Another feather?"

Yet another facet was added to the never-ending puzzle--Why?

...and yet...all puzzles have a beginning and an end, right?

Why?

A/N: Hai, hai. Short, I know. Next chapter will be longer--I promise. Still don't like this chapter, though... ¬.¬;; *squishes chapter* Heh.