Syaoran's Problem
Roses are red, violets are blue. I don't own CLAMP, so you better not sue. (Seriously)
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Chapter 1: The Letter
"It's been a year now since Sakura and I parted ways..." Wrote Syaoran, "I never could forget the way she held me, after she sealed the Hope card. I was so relieved to know that she loved me, too. More and more I began to love her, but. She didn't feel the same as I did. Feelings for Yukito still boiled inside of her. I had to let her go." Syaoran tightened the grip on his pen, the ink blotching into the paper messily. "Sakura-Chan." He whispered out softly and let go of the pen, dropping it to his desk. (. I can't get over her, no matter how angry at her I am for tearing my heart.)
Syaoran was living in his own darkness, ever since the incident with Sakura. His family tried very hard to cheer him up, but it was no use. Syaoran just wanted to be left alone. Syaoran's sisters would always try to take him outside of the house and get him to meet new girls, but they just weren't the same as Sakura, not one of them, they were all sluts to him. They were girls that acted like they were so sweet and innocent. None of them showed the least bit of interest in Syaoran, rather they were more interested in learning about his wealth and power.
Syaoran's mother was very worried about her son as well, but there was nothing she could do to help him, but leave him alone. She could no longer watch over her children after she had grew very ill over the past year, and now rests in her bedroom to herself. She could no longer do things with her children, and it was tearing her apart on the inside. Often she was working on her will for her children, to make sure they live a comfortable life.
Now everyone had gone about their business and learned to leave Syaoran alone in his depression, after a long period of brushing his family off and locking his door. The only person that really hung around anymore, or that Syaoran seemed to tolerate, was Meilin, but only to share the depression. He felt that Meilin could relate to him very well, because she too, had lost someone very dear to her. Meilin was depressed that Syaoran was depressed, because Meilin loved him very much, even if he couldn't return his feelings mutually to her, but she would stay by his side and continue to comfort him. Often, the girl would come to Syaoran's room, to try to get him out of bed in the morning, and sometimes they would even go for a walk through town. If not for her, Syaoran would always be in his sleeping clothes, and wasting the day away in bed.
Syaoran heard a small knock on his door, which he had expected to be Meilin, whom always came to his room around the same hour everyday. A few more frantic knocks came to the door, "It's me, Meilin. Let me in! I have really important news, Syaoran." Her enthusiastic voice came from behind the door. Syaoran dragged himself out of his bed and itched at his back for a moment stumbling over to the door quite lazily and unlocking it, just before he turned around and went back to his bed. Meilin eagerly pushed the door open and smiled at her cousin, holding a bright pink letter in her hands tightly which Syaoran recognized to be a letter from Tomoyo. Meilin' ruby eyes were filled with excitement, because she always enjoyed a letter from Tomoyo. Syaoran often wondered sometimes if there was more to Tomoyo and Meilin's relationship than just friendship.
Meilin lifted her foot up behind her and shut Syaoran's door with it, just before turning back around to go to Syaoran's bed and sit on it, "It's a letter from Tomoyo-Chan." Meilin smiled adoringly, her fingers dancing upon the opening of the envelope, prying the glue away with her nails. Syaoran would always get the same thing whenever a letter from Tomoyo arrived, but most of the time Meilin wouldn't even let him read the letter. Syaoran just figured that his cousin was writing things behind his back.
"I'm not really in the mood to listen to you read on about how everyone in Tokyo is having such a perfect life." Syaoran muttered out and leaned back into his bedboard, crossing his arms like a stubborn child. Meilin only flashed a smile at her cousin and continued to unfold the pink paper, failing to notice the two items that fall to the floor. Meilin read ahead in the letter, not wanting to read aloud anything person in front of her cousin. After a few minutes, she finally opened her mouth and read out to Syaoran, "Dear Meilin." Meilin said with a glaze in her eyes, Syaoran eyeing her for a moment, "How is everyone in Hong Kong? The new Semester at Tomoeda starts in 2 days. Everyone is really excited to be going back to school. Last July we held a festival at Tsukimine Shrine, because Kaho came home to visit for a few days." Meilin stopped for a moment and read on silently, before once again reading aloud, "My birthday is coming up, and I was hoping you could invite Syaoran to come with you to Tokyo for a few days. Everyone would be very happy to see you, including Saku-." Before Meilin could finish the rest of the letter, Syaoran bent forward and ripped the paper from her grasp.
"I don't want to hear about Kinomoto!" Syaoran frowned as he finished ripping the pieces of paper, his eyes roaming something that lie on the floor. Before he could reach down to see what it was, Meilin swiped it up hurryingly. "You didn't let me finish, Syaoran." She growled at him and unfolded what appeared to be two passports for Tokyo. "Tomoyo has invited us to come to her birthday party. She even sent two passports as well, wasn't that nice of her?" Meilin flashed the tickets at Syaoran a few times before holding them behind her back, fearing that Syaoran would rip them as well, "How thoughtful of her, to waste a large amount of money, on tickets that won't be used." Syaoran snuffed arrogantly.
Tomoyo was a very rich girl, her mother running her very own toy company. Tomoyo had her own bodyguards and everything, her mother fearing that Tomoyo would be kidnapped for ransom. Often, Tomoyo's mother would give Tomoyo a new toy, for Tomoyo to test it out. Her most famous invention was the toy cell phone. Syaoran, Tomoyo, and Sakura, and Kero-Chan all had their own, in case of emergencies, or a possible Clow Card on the loose.
"I'm not going to Tokyo, and neither are you, so forget about it." Syaoran snapped and stood up from his bed and shook his head at his cousin. "We'll see, Syaoran. I know you want to go to Tokyo to see Kinomoto." Meilin smiled at that and turned on foot, leaving Syaoran behind, scowling.
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That's the end of the first chapter. Sorry if it's not long enough, but I promise it will get better. This is the first fanfiction that I have published on this site, so try not to flame me too much, eh?
Roses are red, violets are blue. I don't own CLAMP, so you better not sue. (Seriously)
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Chapter 1: The Letter
"It's been a year now since Sakura and I parted ways..." Wrote Syaoran, "I never could forget the way she held me, after she sealed the Hope card. I was so relieved to know that she loved me, too. More and more I began to love her, but. She didn't feel the same as I did. Feelings for Yukito still boiled inside of her. I had to let her go." Syaoran tightened the grip on his pen, the ink blotching into the paper messily. "Sakura-Chan." He whispered out softly and let go of the pen, dropping it to his desk. (. I can't get over her, no matter how angry at her I am for tearing my heart.)
Syaoran was living in his own darkness, ever since the incident with Sakura. His family tried very hard to cheer him up, but it was no use. Syaoran just wanted to be left alone. Syaoran's sisters would always try to take him outside of the house and get him to meet new girls, but they just weren't the same as Sakura, not one of them, they were all sluts to him. They were girls that acted like they were so sweet and innocent. None of them showed the least bit of interest in Syaoran, rather they were more interested in learning about his wealth and power.
Syaoran's mother was very worried about her son as well, but there was nothing she could do to help him, but leave him alone. She could no longer watch over her children after she had grew very ill over the past year, and now rests in her bedroom to herself. She could no longer do things with her children, and it was tearing her apart on the inside. Often she was working on her will for her children, to make sure they live a comfortable life.
Now everyone had gone about their business and learned to leave Syaoran alone in his depression, after a long period of brushing his family off and locking his door. The only person that really hung around anymore, or that Syaoran seemed to tolerate, was Meilin, but only to share the depression. He felt that Meilin could relate to him very well, because she too, had lost someone very dear to her. Meilin was depressed that Syaoran was depressed, because Meilin loved him very much, even if he couldn't return his feelings mutually to her, but she would stay by his side and continue to comfort him. Often, the girl would come to Syaoran's room, to try to get him out of bed in the morning, and sometimes they would even go for a walk through town. If not for her, Syaoran would always be in his sleeping clothes, and wasting the day away in bed.
Syaoran heard a small knock on his door, which he had expected to be Meilin, whom always came to his room around the same hour everyday. A few more frantic knocks came to the door, "It's me, Meilin. Let me in! I have really important news, Syaoran." Her enthusiastic voice came from behind the door. Syaoran dragged himself out of his bed and itched at his back for a moment stumbling over to the door quite lazily and unlocking it, just before he turned around and went back to his bed. Meilin eagerly pushed the door open and smiled at her cousin, holding a bright pink letter in her hands tightly which Syaoran recognized to be a letter from Tomoyo. Meilin' ruby eyes were filled with excitement, because she always enjoyed a letter from Tomoyo. Syaoran often wondered sometimes if there was more to Tomoyo and Meilin's relationship than just friendship.
Meilin lifted her foot up behind her and shut Syaoran's door with it, just before turning back around to go to Syaoran's bed and sit on it, "It's a letter from Tomoyo-Chan." Meilin smiled adoringly, her fingers dancing upon the opening of the envelope, prying the glue away with her nails. Syaoran would always get the same thing whenever a letter from Tomoyo arrived, but most of the time Meilin wouldn't even let him read the letter. Syaoran just figured that his cousin was writing things behind his back.
"I'm not really in the mood to listen to you read on about how everyone in Tokyo is having such a perfect life." Syaoran muttered out and leaned back into his bedboard, crossing his arms like a stubborn child. Meilin only flashed a smile at her cousin and continued to unfold the pink paper, failing to notice the two items that fall to the floor. Meilin read ahead in the letter, not wanting to read aloud anything person in front of her cousin. After a few minutes, she finally opened her mouth and read out to Syaoran, "Dear Meilin." Meilin said with a glaze in her eyes, Syaoran eyeing her for a moment, "How is everyone in Hong Kong? The new Semester at Tomoeda starts in 2 days. Everyone is really excited to be going back to school. Last July we held a festival at Tsukimine Shrine, because Kaho came home to visit for a few days." Meilin stopped for a moment and read on silently, before once again reading aloud, "My birthday is coming up, and I was hoping you could invite Syaoran to come with you to Tokyo for a few days. Everyone would be very happy to see you, including Saku-." Before Meilin could finish the rest of the letter, Syaoran bent forward and ripped the paper from her grasp.
"I don't want to hear about Kinomoto!" Syaoran frowned as he finished ripping the pieces of paper, his eyes roaming something that lie on the floor. Before he could reach down to see what it was, Meilin swiped it up hurryingly. "You didn't let me finish, Syaoran." She growled at him and unfolded what appeared to be two passports for Tokyo. "Tomoyo has invited us to come to her birthday party. She even sent two passports as well, wasn't that nice of her?" Meilin flashed the tickets at Syaoran a few times before holding them behind her back, fearing that Syaoran would rip them as well, "How thoughtful of her, to waste a large amount of money, on tickets that won't be used." Syaoran snuffed arrogantly.
Tomoyo was a very rich girl, her mother running her very own toy company. Tomoyo had her own bodyguards and everything, her mother fearing that Tomoyo would be kidnapped for ransom. Often, Tomoyo's mother would give Tomoyo a new toy, for Tomoyo to test it out. Her most famous invention was the toy cell phone. Syaoran, Tomoyo, and Sakura, and Kero-Chan all had their own, in case of emergencies, or a possible Clow Card on the loose.
"I'm not going to Tokyo, and neither are you, so forget about it." Syaoran snapped and stood up from his bed and shook his head at his cousin. "We'll see, Syaoran. I know you want to go to Tokyo to see Kinomoto." Meilin smiled at that and turned on foot, leaving Syaoran behind, scowling.
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That's the end of the first chapter. Sorry if it's not long enough, but I promise it will get better. This is the first fanfiction that I have published on this site, so try not to flame me too much, eh?