A quick note
If you've read any of the other stuff you are probably thinking "He is starting another one. That is all he ever does, he doesn't finish the ones he is working on." And I want to say that you are probably right with that statement. But I will finish every fic (eventually) The problem is that my fics are way to long, so I lose interest in them after writing so much for them and I still have a ton left.
Second note
I'm doing something different with this fic than with all my others. I normally have planned out all the main plot points before I even write the first chapter. But I'm not doing that with this story. (Which may end up disastrous) But I've thought of something and so I'm going to test it. I think one of the reasons I lose interest in my fics is because I have everything planned out.
Third note (Yep there is a third one)
The chapters for the fic are going to be pretty short (around 2,000 words a chapter; maybe less sometimes, or maybe more) Why the short length, well the answer is simple. So I can write a chapter in one session, what I mean by that is so I can write a whole chapter the first time I open the doc. (This makes things easier for me, and makes it so I will probably not lose interest as quick) Due to the chapter size I'm going to try and get a chapter posted every 1-4 days. (And I going to try my best to meet this deadline) If I don't it means one of these; I'm hurt, or something else happened to me, I'm very busy, or I'm at a lost point. (Which means I not sure where to take the story and I'm still deciding what I want to have happen)
Forth note
This story is supernatural/drama/action/angst/fantasy/romance
Fifth note (XD)
Read and enjoy!
I don't own CCS, or any products mentioned.
Rating T: for Language (Other warnings later)
My writing style in Fanfiction.
"Talking"
'Thoughts'
Something one of the characters is writing or reading
*Sound*
/ / Flashback / /
/ Dream /
Scene Change
Existence
Chapter 1
Alone
Syaoran wondered what he ever did to anyone else. He was a good person, he never had hurt anyone. He never raped anyone, stole anything, taken drugs or anything like this. He tried to keep his curfew and he listened to his parents most of the time. He had tried to get long with his four older sisters as best as he could.
He was popular at school everyone looked up to him. He was one of the best student academically and behavior wise. He had never skipped class before . . . ok maybe he had a few times, but not nearly as much as other students. The other students often asked him for help if they didn't understand. He was the star of the soccer team, baseball team, kendo team and the swimming team. He was the vice president on the student council.
He had great friends, from the council, teams he was on and just other students. He was a great guy, who had never had any enemies. He had his whole life already made in the shade. He was extremely popular with both guys and girls, so he had enough friends for life and he would have no trouble getting a girlfriend. His family ran a huge corporation, which he would run when he grew older, so he already had a career for life.
So why had this happened? Why did this happen? What had Syaoran done that made him deserve something such as this? Was it because I didn't tell anyone that some of the members on the baseball and kendo teams were taking drugs? Or was it because I didn't do anything when I saw those two men in black kidnap that little girl? Is this punishment for being selfish and only thinking of myself?
That was what Syaoran wondered as blood poured out of the wound in his chest. The lighting in the room was dark so he couldn't make out anything about his killer at all. His vision started to blur as he could feel his life starting to fade away.
Memories of when he was a child started to flash through his mind. How he played pranks on his sisters and how he liked to interrupt their dates and take along with them as a third wheel. Memories of when he would tease and annoy his cousin Meiling came to mind, she was a few years younger than him.
When he was in Jr. High School came next to mind. His annoyance at his math teacher who tried as hard as she could to get him in trouble, his first crush, his first sports team, his first bad grade and other memories flooded through his mind.
Mrs. Larren was his 7th and 8th grade math teacher. And he disliked her greatly, and the feeling was mutual he was sure. She did all she could to try and make Syaoran look bad or get him sent to the principal's office.
It had first started when Syaoran had accidently fallen asleep in her class one time. For that moment on, she always called on Syaoran when a really hard problem was chosen as an example.
Syaoran's first crush was a girl named Ema Rich. She was the most popular girl in Jr. High. Her beauty was flawless and her personally could turn a robber into a saint. Her eyes sparkled like the ocean when the sun hit it just right. Her short hair was the color gold, and always neatly combed.
Syaoran had finally mustered up the courage and told her that he liked her; only to get flat out rejected. That was the first time Syaoran had cried since he was six years old. His sisters had been really nice to him and comforted him until he had recovered from his sadness, though the next day Syaoran had denied over and over that he had cried at all.
Syaoran was a person who when he wanted something he held nothing back as he went after it. Well at least that was what he told himself, but he often wondered if that was true. On the day of the tryouts for the sports teams he had wanted so badly to audition, but he chickened out at the last minute. Giving up he was about to head home, when he was hit in the head. The girl who hit him in the head was a clumsy girl a year younger than him. She apologized profusely over and over again. She explained that she was practicing her swings to attempt to be on the girl's kendo team.
Syaoran stood back and watched her practice a bit, and he almost laughed out loud. The girl simply put was terrible. He swings were wild and left her wide open. He her stances and footing choices were horrid. She looks so determined though and looked as though she really wanted to join the kendo team.
Syaoran decided to help her. He showed her to proper technique for swinging the sword. He helped her and gave her advice on her footing. He showed her by example and then asked her to do the same. He carefully instructed her until she got it, or at least improved.
After he had finished both of them we surprised when they heard the sound of clapping. The captain of the kendo team had been watching as Syaoran was teaching the girl. Syaoran was shocked when the captain of the team told him he was accepted onto the team.
When the time for the kendo tournament came Syaoran practiced so hard and long that he neglected his sleepy and studies. He found himself sleeping through several classes, and he even got an F on a test because of it. Syaoran knew his parents were going to be disappointed in him. So when he got home to tried his best to shred the test before anyone saw it. It would have worked if his teacher wouldn't have called his house. He received a stern lecture and spankings over his father's knee. To which he was extremely embarrassed about; an 8th grader getting spanking over their father's knee he would die of embarrassment if anyone would have ever found out.
A flood of memories from when he was in high school went through his mind. When he was in 9th grade, and from when he was in 10th grade. The few memories of this year went through his mind. But any memory from the last month didn't go through his head like all the others.
Syaoran opened his eyes. He was lying on a hardwood floor. He slowly arose and glanced around the room. That is right I'm in this abandoned house. What did I come in her for anyway? Wait; I'm alive!? Syaoran looked down at himself, sure enough he was still here, and he was touching the ground. He wasn't transparent, that meant he was still alive right?
I better get home; everyone must be worried about me. I've been gone for hours. Syaoran walked over to the front door and reached from the knob. But something unexpected happened; his hand went through the knob. What is this!? What is going on!? Syaoran reached for the knob again but his hand went through it. Is this some kind of trick door!?
Syaoran reached out the touch the door, but his hand when right through it as well. What the hell is going on!? Syaoran found himself panicking and he tried to go through the door. He expected that he would smack into the door, but instead he when through it and found himself outside.
The gentle breeze gained Syaoran's attention as he noticed cherry blossoms on the trees. That! That isn't right! It was fall went in entered the house. I couldn't have been asleep that long; if I did that I would be . . . . . dead.
A shocking realization came to Syaoran. I'm dead . . . . . I'm dead. Syaoran glanced back at the abandoned house. I was murdered right in that house . . . . I'm dead.
Syaoran held in all his sadness. I refuse to cry, or get upset about this. I better at least go see my parents and see how they are holding up. Syaoran walked down the pathway and was about to step onto the sidewalk when something forced him back. Syaoran was flung backwards, landing on his butt. "Ow! That hurt," he muttered. He got up and looked around for what he had run into, but he saw nothing.
He took another step forward and was flung slightly back again. He frowned; before talking another step forward. The push came and tried to send Syaoran back, but he was ready for it, so he didn't budge. He reached out and his hand came in contact with something, but nothing was visible. He felt around, but his hand stayed pressed up against something.
It is a wall . . . an invisible wall. I can't leave the property. Syaoran felt like crying, but he held it in. Getting sad won't do me any good. Maybe there is a hole, or crack or something.
Syaoran searched every inch of the wall, but it was rock solid with no bumps, dents or cracks. "Damn you!" he yelled at the wall as he ran full speed at the wall. The force from the contact sent Syaoran flying several feet backwards.
"Bastard," Syaoran hissed. He was about to take about step when he realized that he was no longer standing on the ground. He was currently hovering above the ground. A small smile appeared on his face. I can fly; sweet! I wonder how I control it.
Syaoran took a step forward; he wasn't sure what he was expecting, but this certainly wasn't it. He was at the same height was he was before. He took before steps and sure enough he didn't go higher or lower, he was walking on air.
That's cool, but how do I get down to the ground? As Syaoran though that, he felt his body move down and a second later he was standing on the ground again. Hmm… I want to go up. Syaoran thought, and sure enough his body started to float upwards. Cool it is controlled by thought, all I do is have to think and I can fly. Syaoran looked back at the spot where the wall was. I wonder how tall this wall is. He flew over to the wall and while keeping one hand on the wall floating upwards.
Up and up Syaoran went until all of a sudden he smacked his head on something hard. He felt upwards and sure enough there was a ceiling. No; it can't be! Syaoran flew all around the property and he realized his fear came true. All the sides have walls and there is a ceiling on the top, it is as if I'm in a box. A box . . . . . . with no way out.
Syaoran mournfully floated back down to the ground. I guess I'm stuck here. . . .
Syaoran walked over to the door of the house and tried to reach for the knob. His hand went through it as if he didn't exist. Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! I don't want this! I want to be able to touch things! Let me grab you! Syaoran yelled in his mind over and over as he kept trying to grasp the knob.
Then as if by some miracle his hand grabbed a hold of the knob and he turned it. I actually touched it! I touched it! I opened the door! I opened . . . . . . . Syaoran suddenly felt sleepy and he fell straight to the floor and drifted off into sleep without a choice.
Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months and months became seasons. And finally seasons became years. Over the mass amount of times Syaoran learned many things while experimenting. He learned how he could flip in mid air and walk around upside down. He figured out ghosts didn't have to eat, drink, go to the bathroom, or take showers. He also learned that if he poured all his energy and strength into touching something he could actually touch it, but seconds later he would fall asleep. Depending on how much energy he used he could sleep from a few days to a month or longer.
Syaoran grew lonely over the long period of time. No one came to the house because it was supposedly haunted. And since he couldn't leave the house's property we was alone all the time.
Syaoran was laying in the overgrown grass in the front yard one summer day when he heard the soft meowing sound coming from somewhere nearby. He got up and followed the sound and soon he saw a small black cat stuck in a bush.
"Here let me help you," he said to the cat. He reached out for the cat and tried to pick it up, but he hand went through the cat. Syaoran swayed from dizziness as a confused expression was pasted on his face. I don't get it; I put so much energy into that attempt that it made me dizzy before the sleep came. Syaoran decided to move the bush so that the cat can get out instead. He grabbed the bush and moved it so the can could run away. After the cat ran away, he let go of the bush. Syaoran grabbed his head as a surge of pain shot through it. That has never happened before. . . . . . . Was what he thought as he fell into a long sleep.
Syaoran opened his eyes and looked around. The season was no longer summer, it was now fall. What the . . . Syaoran wondered as he noticed something just on the edge of the property. He walked over to it and read what was on the large sign. A large grin appeared on his face. Written on the sign was.
This house is now sold
Author's note
Sakura and the other Kinomoto's appear in the next chapter.
See ya
