A little more than kin, and less than kind ! Irises mirrored the dawn draped heavens, clouding at the sight of natures first parley with the cold -- retreating naked, stripped of its petals, stripped of its beauty. Ah, the sweet, pure, nostalgic aroma that was symbolic of the once humbled town; one by which he resided, and was emotionally attached to. At best, there lied a love-hate relationship with Tomoeda: the love, care, and respect he missed in those he left behind years ago; that overwhelming power that once was hated, now longed for; and .. well, the rest ceased to be of importance.
It's almost painful. Premonitions, premonitions.. nothing.
Lashes made contact with the bare skin, as darkness was where he best contemplated. How will they take the news? Surely, he couldn't expect Sakura to comply with his requests. Syaoran even less. While he had the respect and confidence of his once allies, they had all grown up -- matured. This was beyond them, beyond him. However, they did have a right to know the basics: who, what, when, where, the whole deal. Whether the would accept it or not, Clow Reed has slithered his way into the lives of countless .. the only thing he was good for.
Friends are forever -- yeah, right. They wouldn't need to do all this. This isn't a game anymore, this is .. life, our lives.
Moving on was impossible. This couldn't be foreseen -- fate's deed at its best. He was destined to return, destined to bear the secrets, scandals, and curses that came with the territory. And yet, he wouldn't have it any other way; excitement was bound to give him a taste very soon. All that lives must die, passing through nature to eternity. Hardly the case -- would it ever end?
He regressed from the skies, and onto the runway.