Hello, here is my infamous Zachary/Li! It's weird but it somehow works, by
the way, this takes place after the second movie and second season. BUT!
Li never told Sakura that he loved her, and she didn't spend three years
trying to decide if she loved him back. In fact, she's still in love with
with Julian. Crazy, huh? Well, couplings are as is: Yamaran
(Yamazaki/Syaoran), hintings of Yukura (Yukito/Sakura) . I meant to make
this longer, but I need inspiration to write what I know is going to
happen, and also I want to know what people think. And tell me if you're
interested in my fantasy.
ja
*dream*
The radio tower. Strange things floated through the air.
(Mystical pinging sound)
Cards? He caught one. A strange gold sign sprawled itself over a pink background. What are these? He turned it over. A winged heart seemed to soar endlessly. He glanced at the wording on the bottom. Love? Ai?
(mystical pinging sound)
His head jerked up as he became aware of something. He gasped as he realized what it was. That boy. He's here again. There, on top of the radio tower. As usual, the boy had his sword, and stood listlessly, leering at him through the shadow that covered his face. No! Not again.
(Mystical pinging sound)
The boy grinned dryly, an out of place gesture. No. Not again.
(Mystical pinging sound)
The boy in shadows swung his sword forward and grasped it in both hands with determination. Not again, please kami, no.
(Mystical pinging sound)
The boy shifted his blade one hundred eighty degrees so that the point rested over his heart.
(Mystical pinging sound)
No. Don't do it. The boy's insane smile grew slightly wider. His hands slid towards his body.
No! Don't do it!
The sword slid through the boy, and the icy smile froze forever on his face. He fell sideways, and lay still.
The lone figure clenched his fists, crumpling the Love Card, trembling with rage and grief.
Not again.
*end dream*
I wake with a start, covered in sweat. Not again. I shudder. That is the fifth time the strange, yet familiar boy killed himself in my dreams. Oh kami, is it real? Is he. . . Will he. . . Who is he? It's almost as if I know him. . .
I glance at the clock, three-thirty. I lean back against my pillows; I'm sure not getting any more sleep, might as well do that homework I never finished.
Let's see. . . Two carry the three, times four . .
"Ohayo, Yama-kun!" A girl with curly pigtails waves at me from her group of friends. I walk over to them, my backpack slung over my shoulder.
"Ohayo, Chiharu-chan, Sakura-chan, Rika-chan, Naoko-chan." There are some others I don't know, I just wave to them. Li stands off in a corner, his arrogant nose held high. I wave to him, "Ohayo, Li-san!" He turns his nose aside, shutting out the world simply by closing his eyes. I frown; a few weeks ago he would've been here with us, laughing and joking, but lately he's been aloof, distant, but most of all, he's sad. Whenever I look into his eyes, they don't shine like they used to, they're dull with a dejected sadness covered by a layer of arrogance triple-fold, arrogance to hide behind. It scares me to be honest, that's why I never confront him about it. Whenever he looks at me with those sad eyes, I become frightened and I want to hide. But always, the prevailing feeling is pain; I feel his pain, I don't know how or why but I do, however unlikely. And it hurts. It's not physical, it's worse, by far the worst thing I have ever felt in my life. And I am too much of a coward to help him. Sometimes it's enough to make me hate myself. Sometimes I wonder if I am the boy I see in my dreams, and sometimes I wonder if it's Li, but he wouldn't do that, and where would he get a sword?
Chiharu has started looking at me with those dreamy eyes again. I'm certain she's got a crush on me, and oddly enough, I don't return the feelings. She's my best friend and practically related to me. If I went out with her, it'd be like. . . well, dating my cousin.
I smile at her, she is a sweet girl. I close my eyes, remembering the good times we had together. I remember the row we had over Suhama, the teddy bear she gave me, still sitting on my bookshelf. Despite her protests, the name remained Suhama, instead of Chiharu, like she wanted. Some of the girls' conversation caught in my ear.
"—and she said it was just adorable!"
They must be talking about that new stuffed animal in Maki-san's shop. How boring. Perhaps I shall spice things up a little.
"The round, panda shape came from France, you know. They've never seen a real panda and had to imagine what they looked like. They closely examined ancient cave drawings east of Paris, from thousands of years ago, the giant pink pandas that roamed Europe are depicted quite well—"
"Give it a rest, Yama-kun!" The bell rang and I sweatdrop as Chiharu grabs my ear and drags me off to homeroom.
I hate math class. I'm no good at it. I'm still working on that problem from this morning, hoping Terada-san doesn't catch me. I hate long multiplication with a passion.
"Li-san! Do problem twenty-four on the board please," Terada-san barked.
"Hai, sensei." Li methodically did as he was asked and sat back down without saying another word. He says less and less every day. I wish I had courage.
"Good job, Li-san." Terada-san has already turned his back.
"Nice, Li-kun!" Sakura exclaimed. Li leaned over his desk, his hair shadowing his eyes. I blink. Are his shoulders trembling?
He lifts his head and turns it in my direction. Stark brown eyes bore into my own. I gape, and start backwards, as my vision fades to black.
*memory*
A boy with brown hair peered down between the branches high up in the oak tree. This was his favorite spot; he often came here to relax. Expecting to hear silence, the boy's ears picked up the sound of people.
"So Sakura-chan, why did you want to meet me here?" The merry voice of the boy's former crush rang out beneath the trees.
"Konnichiwa, Yukito-san. I--I just wanted to let you know--that--that--I love you. . . "
"Oh, Sakura-chan. . . "
*end memory*
I gulp air as Chiharu alternately shakes and hugs me. "Oh, Yama-kun! Wake up! Wake up! Wahhhh!" My feet skid on the floor as I try to regain my footing. I stare at Li who meets my gaze and keeps it, no emotion disturbing his fine features, except for the deep sadness, only visible to my eyes.
"Takashi-san, are you okay?!" My sensei is shaking my shoulders, yelling in my face. I ignore him, all my classmates' cries die upon entering my ears. For me, the room is silent. All I can do is stare at Li, at Syaoran; for this moment, he is my world.
ja
*dream*
The radio tower. Strange things floated through the air.
(Mystical pinging sound)
Cards? He caught one. A strange gold sign sprawled itself over a pink background. What are these? He turned it over. A winged heart seemed to soar endlessly. He glanced at the wording on the bottom. Love? Ai?
(mystical pinging sound)
His head jerked up as he became aware of something. He gasped as he realized what it was. That boy. He's here again. There, on top of the radio tower. As usual, the boy had his sword, and stood listlessly, leering at him through the shadow that covered his face. No! Not again.
(Mystical pinging sound)
The boy grinned dryly, an out of place gesture. No. Not again.
(Mystical pinging sound)
The boy in shadows swung his sword forward and grasped it in both hands with determination. Not again, please kami, no.
(Mystical pinging sound)
The boy shifted his blade one hundred eighty degrees so that the point rested over his heart.
(Mystical pinging sound)
No. Don't do it. The boy's insane smile grew slightly wider. His hands slid towards his body.
No! Don't do it!
The sword slid through the boy, and the icy smile froze forever on his face. He fell sideways, and lay still.
The lone figure clenched his fists, crumpling the Love Card, trembling with rage and grief.
Not again.
*end dream*
I wake with a start, covered in sweat. Not again. I shudder. That is the fifth time the strange, yet familiar boy killed himself in my dreams. Oh kami, is it real? Is he. . . Will he. . . Who is he? It's almost as if I know him. . .
I glance at the clock, three-thirty. I lean back against my pillows; I'm sure not getting any more sleep, might as well do that homework I never finished.
Let's see. . . Two carry the three, times four . .
"Ohayo, Yama-kun!" A girl with curly pigtails waves at me from her group of friends. I walk over to them, my backpack slung over my shoulder.
"Ohayo, Chiharu-chan, Sakura-chan, Rika-chan, Naoko-chan." There are some others I don't know, I just wave to them. Li stands off in a corner, his arrogant nose held high. I wave to him, "Ohayo, Li-san!" He turns his nose aside, shutting out the world simply by closing his eyes. I frown; a few weeks ago he would've been here with us, laughing and joking, but lately he's been aloof, distant, but most of all, he's sad. Whenever I look into his eyes, they don't shine like they used to, they're dull with a dejected sadness covered by a layer of arrogance triple-fold, arrogance to hide behind. It scares me to be honest, that's why I never confront him about it. Whenever he looks at me with those sad eyes, I become frightened and I want to hide. But always, the prevailing feeling is pain; I feel his pain, I don't know how or why but I do, however unlikely. And it hurts. It's not physical, it's worse, by far the worst thing I have ever felt in my life. And I am too much of a coward to help him. Sometimes it's enough to make me hate myself. Sometimes I wonder if I am the boy I see in my dreams, and sometimes I wonder if it's Li, but he wouldn't do that, and where would he get a sword?
Chiharu has started looking at me with those dreamy eyes again. I'm certain she's got a crush on me, and oddly enough, I don't return the feelings. She's my best friend and practically related to me. If I went out with her, it'd be like. . . well, dating my cousin.
I smile at her, she is a sweet girl. I close my eyes, remembering the good times we had together. I remember the row we had over Suhama, the teddy bear she gave me, still sitting on my bookshelf. Despite her protests, the name remained Suhama, instead of Chiharu, like she wanted. Some of the girls' conversation caught in my ear.
"—and she said it was just adorable!"
They must be talking about that new stuffed animal in Maki-san's shop. How boring. Perhaps I shall spice things up a little.
"The round, panda shape came from France, you know. They've never seen a real panda and had to imagine what they looked like. They closely examined ancient cave drawings east of Paris, from thousands of years ago, the giant pink pandas that roamed Europe are depicted quite well—"
"Give it a rest, Yama-kun!" The bell rang and I sweatdrop as Chiharu grabs my ear and drags me off to homeroom.
I hate math class. I'm no good at it. I'm still working on that problem from this morning, hoping Terada-san doesn't catch me. I hate long multiplication with a passion.
"Li-san! Do problem twenty-four on the board please," Terada-san barked.
"Hai, sensei." Li methodically did as he was asked and sat back down without saying another word. He says less and less every day. I wish I had courage.
"Good job, Li-san." Terada-san has already turned his back.
"Nice, Li-kun!" Sakura exclaimed. Li leaned over his desk, his hair shadowing his eyes. I blink. Are his shoulders trembling?
He lifts his head and turns it in my direction. Stark brown eyes bore into my own. I gape, and start backwards, as my vision fades to black.
*memory*
A boy with brown hair peered down between the branches high up in the oak tree. This was his favorite spot; he often came here to relax. Expecting to hear silence, the boy's ears picked up the sound of people.
"So Sakura-chan, why did you want to meet me here?" The merry voice of the boy's former crush rang out beneath the trees.
"Konnichiwa, Yukito-san. I--I just wanted to let you know--that--that--I love you. . . "
"Oh, Sakura-chan. . . "
*end memory*
I gulp air as Chiharu alternately shakes and hugs me. "Oh, Yama-kun! Wake up! Wake up! Wahhhh!" My feet skid on the floor as I try to regain my footing. I stare at Li who meets my gaze and keeps it, no emotion disturbing his fine features, except for the deep sadness, only visible to my eyes.
"Takashi-san, are you okay?!" My sensei is shaking my shoulders, yelling in my face. I ignore him, all my classmates' cries die upon entering my ears. For me, the room is silent. All I can do is stare at Li, at Syaoran; for this moment, he is my world.