DISCLAIMER: I don't own any CCS characters, they belong to CLAMP.
So...here's the companion story to "I'm not the one for you"...I hope I e-mailed everyone who wanted to be e-mailed...note that it's a companion story not a sequel, although, this one will end after the other one did....I played around with writing this from Kaiba's pov and Syaoran's pov, but here's the one that turned out the best.
Soko: A little history lesson first, if you please.
Enti: History about the Gods, of course.
Vega: Twelve illegitimate Gods, four Wandering Gods.
Enti: The illegitimate Gods are all half mortal. Most half mortals aren't gods, but these twelve were different.
Soko: The wandering Gods were wanderers, of course.
Enti: Three of them were born Gods, but had to prove themselves.
Vega: One is an illegitimate.
Soko: An illegitimate, wandering God. One must think him very admirable.
Vega: And he is.
Enti: Who is this God who was the distinction of being an Illigitimate and a Wanderer?
Vega: A physical description: Brown hair, amber eyes, solidly built...He looked like his father, but...
Enti: He had something his father never had....his mortal father that is.
Soko: A god fell in love with his mother, possesed his father, and impregnated her.
Enti: He never fit in, in the mortal world.
Soko: He was restless.
Enti: His physical journey was over when he came to the Realms of the Gods.
Vega: Ahh, yes, but his spiritual journey, his journey of the heart was not over until much, much later.
Soko: Who else would we be talking about except for the God of marital arts, Syaoran?
Vega: Syaoran and his quest for Sakura.
Soko: And his quest for his home.
Enti: We were not the ones who compelled him to go on his journey.
Soko: We do not even know who really sired him.
Vega: But which ever God it was must have been one of stout and noble heart.
Enti: His story really starts with his mother...
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Yelan Li sat at her table, staring into a piece of polished bronze and brushing her lusterous black hair. Normally, a laughing, bubbly girl, she was subdued tonight, for tonight was her wedding night. After tonight, she would no longer be allowed to go frolick in the streams or chatter loudly with her friends, or go to the market by herself and revel in the scents. No. After tonight, she would be lady of the house. She would be expected to be demure and obediant. She would be accompanied by servants where ever she went, and she already knew she would hate it.
She had the privilage of marrying the wealthiest man in the town. Everyone claimed she was beautiful, but she didn't believe them, not until he had shown her her reflection in a bronze mirror. She was amazingly beautiful, and she had never known it. This had not made her proud. She had been proud since the day she was born. It was just the way she was.
He had said to her that he had been watching her since she was a little girl, but it hadn't been appropriate to speak up until she was at least fifteen. He was twenty five years older than she.
At first, she was flattered that such an important figure was her future husband, but as time passed, she grew disillusioned. The man was as timid as a mouse! Once she had thought of him as a strong, solid, brave man, but never more! Yelan, herself was a headstrong girl and had a strong distaste for men who were as pathetic as her husband.
The door opened slowly. She expected him to walk in roaring drunk and was pleased when he came to her sober. There wasn't even the smell of drink on his breath. He held her awkwardly in his arms. She closed herself to him, but he talked softly and lovingly to her, whispering things that all women want to hear from men, and kissing her gently, not wanting rush her. She rather appreciated his thoughtfulness.
The night passed slowly, he was afraid of hurting her too much, and when whimpered a little in pain, he cried and apologized. This was what she grew used to.
The years, too, passed slowly. Her boredom was lessened by four daughters. Four, happy, bubbling daughters that reminded Yelan of herself when she was younger. She wanted a son.
Then one night, her husband came to her, bold and swaggering with confidence. She was fearful of this new man, and was unused to the intensely passionate way he made love to her. She looked into his eyes. This was not her husband, but something else. What ever it was, she liked it. She arched her back in pleasure, keeping her eyes locked on this familiar stranger. In the morning, her husband woke up. Yelan looked in his eyes, wondering if the fire was still in him. Disappointed, she tried to forget about the night before.
Day after day, her husband would be timid and shy in the morning, then be an absolute devil at night. She wondered if he was secretly drinking, but she didn't mind, she liked the change. However, when she told her husband she was again with child, he changed, or rather, he went back to normal. She had told him at night, expecting mad love to follow her announcement, but instead, he clumsily touched her and kissed her, and timorously made love to her. Yelan was frusterated. Where was that man who she had welcomed to her night after night?
Not a night would pass where she wouldn't look eagerly into her husband's eyes, yearning for the fire to come back.
She got the son she wanted.