Title: Divinity
Characters/Pairing: Touya/Yuki; barely-there Yue/Clow
Genre: Angst
Rating: G
Warnings: BL, and somewhat spoilers, but everybody's read CCS to the end, haven't they?
Word Count: 311
Summary: Request from the Clamp Anon Meme on livejournal. Yue/Touya; "appearances aside, Yue's no angel."

Yue reminds Touya of all the things Touya is thankful that Yuki isn't: maybe because Yue has all the hard edges and dagger-thin words is why Yuki is so bright and warm and soft on Touya's senses. They're both beautiful, but Yuki is in a way that makes Touya smile so, whereas his other angel sends chill whispers traveling down Touya's neck, coiling at the base of his spine.

It's when Fujitaka's asked them about their day over the stove and Sakura is babbling about Syaoran's phonecall from Hong Kong when Touya notices it. Yuki is resting his chin on one hand, smiling amiably, when his eyes go blank and then: dark. Silver and cold with a murderous will, watching Fujitaka juggle plates in one hand and a hot pan in the other.

Touya can feel his own magic resonating in Yuki and Yue's shared body, can feel the way it shifts with Yue's emotions. When he kisses Yukito good-night he dreads the sometimes-stab of longing that represents Yue, buried under his false form. Touya could not be as intuitive anymore without his magic, but where it concerns Yue he is as spiritually sharp as ever. Touya knows, despite Sakura's protests, that Yue has a dangerous quality, and way he watches Fujitaka at times makes the hairs raise on the back of his neck.

One-two, one-two-three. This is your heartbeat, Yue: you can't reverse time, and even if you killed the man who is my father, there's no way you could somehow peel off a lifetime of memories, searching for the fragments of Clow in the way Fujitaka laughs and hands Yuki extra-big second helpings, tonight.