Tell Me What the Rain Knows

By Any Unborn Child

(A/N: Set after the events of Tokyo and Nihon)

It was the sadness that permeated their every being so far.

Before, it was the slightest beacon of hope that the four of them would be able to get Princess Sakura's feathers back, thus restoring her memories, and propelling them to whatever lay ahead for each of them, what they thought they really would receive in the next chapter of their lives.

That was not so anymore.

So much had changed.

It was as if an angry artist had torn down their tapestry, the tapestry of what they thought they had known of their own destinies, their own fates, thinking that it was not enough, that it was too simple, too clean, too much of nothing.

Now it was not so.

Things took a turn for the worse.

People were not who they said they were.

~Sakura…Syaoran…who was who…anymore…~

They hid things.

~Fai's past was one he had endured for so long, and so savagely it was unveiled…~

Kept things.

~Sakura's place in Syaoran's heart…~

Marred others with senseless violence.

~Kurogane would never forget the blood that had stained Fai's clothing soon after…~

Had been taken away.

~In life, and in presence…~

Everyone was uncertain.

About their own abilities.

About the unlikely futures that would not be realized.

About the tapestries that could hold them together, or strain them apart.

No.

It was not what it was.

It never would be.

After the rain, would things return to their original luster?

Or, after the rain, this downpour of sadness and wanton destruction within their own consciousness, would they shine in the sunlight, growing towards another day?