002. Middles (Tsubasa)
002. Middles
Sakura watched the sandstorm whirl around the ruins from the slits in the castle’s shutters. It was well past her usual bedtime, but she couldn’t sleep with the howling wind and the whimpering of the people in the city. The older people of Clow thought of sandstorms as a physical manifestation of the gods’ anger, especially ones that sweep in suddenly as the sun was setting, and in moments like this it was hard to believe otherwise.
“The brat will be fine.” Her brother’s weary voice came from behind her, the quiet rustling of his silk night robe masking his footsteps. “Go to bed.”
“But it’s so dangerous out there…” She whispered, not moving.
“Fujitaka-san knows how to build a shelter right, I’m sure he and the twerp found some place safe.” The older boy pulled his sister into a hug. “Let’s go get a couple apples from the kitchens. Yukito’s probably starving.”
“Where is he?”
“Helping the High Priest comfort the refugees, but we’re meeting in my room in an hour.”
Sakura took a look back towards the window but let herself be led down the tower’s stairs. She even managed to eat a few slices of her apple before the comforting scent of her brother and the softness of the sheets lulled her into sleep.
When the storm finally stopped sometime in the middle of the night, all three of them were asleep in the prince’s large bed.
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Sakura watched the sandstorm whirl around the ruins from the slits in the castle’s shutters. It was well past her usual bedtime, but she couldn’t sleep with the howling wind and the whimpering of the people in the city. The older people of Clow thought of sandstorms as a physical manifestation of the gods’ anger, especially ones that sweep in suddenly as the sun was setting, and in moments like this it was hard to believe otherwise.
“The brat will be fine.” Her brother’s weary voice came from behind her, the quiet rustling of his silk night robe masking his footsteps. “Go to bed.”
“But it’s so dangerous out there…” She whispered, not moving.
“Fujitaka-san knows how to build a shelter right, I’m sure he and the twerp found some place safe.” The older boy pulled his sister into a hug. “Let’s go get a couple apples from the kitchens. Yukito’s probably starving.”
“Where is he?”
“Helping the High Priest comfort the refugees, but we’re meeting in my room in an hour.”
Sakura took a look back towards the window but let herself be led down the tower’s stairs. She even managed to eat a few slices of her apple before the comforting scent of her brother and the softness of the sheets lulled her into sleep.
When the storm finally stopped sometime in the middle of the night, all three of them were asleep in the prince’s large bed.
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