And once again, we cut into the backlog:

Aishuu Offers:
Those Who Lose Dreaming Are Lost
mbsilvana@yahoo.com
Disclaimers: CLAMPCLAMPCLAMPCLAMPCLAMP.

Which is usually enough to make me go 'Ugh!'. Especially X. But since it's
from you, we'll see

Now if it was Chobits/X....

To love, to hate, to dream: these three things I know

well in my heart. And it all circled around one young
boy, with the greenest eyes and sweetest smile. That
is a memory I cherish, and one that has kept me going
for the past decade. I knew the world was a dark and
evil place. It was a fact I had come to accept when I
was sixteen and had fallen into a coma from which I
didn't want to awaken from...

First person narrative, so grammar and delivery of the information will be
hard to comment on.

Well, just because I had accepted it didn't mean I
wanted to think about it. Accepting darkness and
embracing it were two different things, and I still
needed to learn the difference. Tonight was a good
example of that, for I was taking one of my rare walks
after midnight, alone. It was one of those nights when
I knew I shouldn't be out on the streets. Still, I was
there, walking through places that I normally wouldn't
have dared to in the daylight, as though I was asking
for someone to hurt me.

Probably was.

And I wouldn't, I promised myself. But I needed to
stop running towards them when something in my life
went wrong, as it always seemed to do.

It's CLAMP and X. Something always does. :)

"I- I..." I started to stammer, knowing I should run.
I didn't want to be hurt, not really...

It was that time again, and they would start
talking...

"Calm down," the voice said softly, and I twitched.
The voice was vaguely familiar in some way, like a
half-remembered dream. "Mitsuki-chan, it's me."

The name and nature of the dreaming had me thinking of Miyuki-chan in
Wonderland. :)

"Hello," he said softly. His voice was deeper than I
remembered.

He's nearing 'X' days, and is grim.

"I'll see you where you need to go," he told me. He
didn't offer to take my hand or touch me, but I gave
him a smile that he didn't return. I wondered about
that. The Subaru I knew always smiled.

Subaru smelled like cigarettes and sakura, an
intoxicating mix that went straight to my head,

She has odd definitions of intoxicating.

making

me feel light-headed. His face had refined into
maturity, and I realized that his childhood beauty had
faded away into something more adult, more masculine
and breathtaking.

And Bishonen.

"Physically, but sometimes our souls are killed. And
sometimes we have to die physically for our souls to
be freed," Subaru said.

He sounded so morbid, so unlike the always optimistic
Subaru I had known. Had losing Hokuto destroyed his
faith so badly?

Sort of.

Hmm. Moody and depressing, to be sure. Sorry I couldn't be of much help, but
lack of familiarity hinders anything I could say about characterizations.

DB Sommer



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